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Shortly after I turned 18 our family moved to quite a big house on Thorn Park which is an exclusive development where the properties are set at an angle to each other and screened by hedges and trees. Almost as soon as we moved in I began having the dreams.

In my dreams I would be led down a narrow passage where there was no light at all and yet I somehow knew where to go. At the end of the passage was a chamber; sometimes it would be the same chamber as before but usually it would be a different chamber each time. Whatever chamber it was it would contain huge devices which I only ever saw partially because the only light was a flickering red light of the sort cast by flames. The devices would always have huge thick timber beams and frames with leather straps to restrain my delicate limbs and sharp blades or spikes to torment me. Hot irons would be pressed against my skin or inserted…well you get the idea.

Despite suffering these tortures in my sleep I did sleep well. I think I must have been sleeping really deeply while I dreamt but I would always awake with my hand between my legs and I would have to masturbate really intensely to ease the primeval urge within me. These are not the sort of thing which an eighteen year old girl likes to discuss openly so I never did talk about them therefore I had no way of knowing if every girl experienced the same thing. Sometimes I would fear that I was afflicted with a lustful insanity and at other times I told myself that I was a normal healthy young woman.

And as time went on it was more than just dreams. My mind would fill with all sorts of ideas along the lines of “What would it be like to….?” This curiosity consumed me and the only way to get any peace was to experiment.

The first thing I did was to sleep all night with a pillowcase over my head as if I were hooded then I bound my ankles with a scarf and then I fell into the habit of gagging myself with another scarf although I don’t think I ever wore my gag all night. It was frustrating that I could not tie my hands but, of course, I knew that sex shops sold handcuffs. Surely I was a nice girl; I was not the sort to go into one of those sleazy places. But the idea would not go away and really it was inevitable that one Saturday I sneaked into a shop and came away with my own silver pair of Türk porno handcuffs. I put them on as soon as I was back in my bedroom and I could not wait for that night.

Sometimes my hands were cuffed behind me and other times they would be in front. I had tied the key to the connecting chain with a length of string. My experiments became more and more intense and often I would be gagged, hooded and with my ankles bound then I would lay on my belly, naked, with my hands through the wooden rails of my headboard and handcuffed in place. The sexual energy thus produced was intense but now my hands could not reach my pussy so I had to grind my belly into the mattress and press down on my breasts so that my tender nipples rubbed on the sheet beneath me.

I cannot remember when the man first appeared. Well he did not exactly appear; he was in my mind but I did not have to be asleep to see him. When I was awake he would arise out of my imagination. He was huge and towering above me dressed only in a brown monk’s habit with the hood up. I kept trying to see his face but the hood always blocked my view until one night when I was strapped to one of his devilish contraptions in a dream I saw him full face. His face was a grinning white skull.

My abasement of myself continued. Some weekends I would be alone in the house all day so I was free to experiment and, on the odd occasion, my parents went away for the weekend so I would have the house to myself all night for two nights. These precious times often involved careful preparation. I would fill a washing up bowl with water and hang my handcuff key in the bowl on a string which was loosely taped to the sides of the bowl so that the key hung half way down into the water. The whole bowl then went into the bottom of the freezer where it froze solid. That night Julie lay down on the hard kitchen floor completely naked and with my ankles and knees bound. There was no key attached to my handcuffs now, the key was frozen into the ice block which was slowly melting beside me on the floor so once I had snapped my cuffs shut behind my back all I could do was to wait helplessly and dream of what would happen if we were burgled in the night.

Sometimes when I had the house to myself I would ensure that beforehand I bought Türkçe alt yazılı porno one of those multi box packets of matches. The matches went into the refuse leaving me with six empty matchboxes. Into five boxes I inserted a small coin so that they rattled. My handcuff key went into the sixth box and, having blindfolded myself, I went all over the house throwing a matchbox into each of six rooms. Then my ankle bindings and handcuffs went on and I had to make an awkward tour of my home on my belly until I found the right box so that I could retrieve the key and free myself as I lay panting on the carpet.

By this time I had purchased a length of chain and two padlocks so I could restrain myself on my bedroom floor at night. My ankles were chained and my hands cuffed behind me with my ankles padlocked to the handcuffs so that I was hogtied for a very uncomfortable night on the floor. Girls in punishment and bondage are not permitted to sleep in a warm bed.

On other occasions I spent the night in the garden shed handcuffed to the lawn mower or in the garden one summer naked and manacled to the base of a tree.

Still I wondered where all this was coming from. Was it just being driven by my own perverted and depraved mind?

Things became clearer when the family decided that we wanted a pond and some contractors came into the garden with one of those small excavating machines. I arrived home from college to find that the digging machine had tumbled into a pit and all work on the pond had been stopped. Looking into the pit I clearly saw the stone walls of a chamber and part of an archway which led into blackness.

The investigations took time allowing for all the shoring and propping so that men could safely enter the pit but eventually it was revealed that we had discovered an underground complex which was probably the cellarage of an old house. There were long narrow passages and small rooms which extended from our boundary under the neighbouring properties but the investigators did not only find stone.

When they found the first skeleton it was not long before they found the next and then the next. In all seventeen young women lay in those chambers some with the rusty chains still around their bones. Some of porno the skeletons showed evidence of where a hand or a leg had been severed pre mortem and one of the skulls was never found.

Clothing rots away very quickly so pathologists never expect to find it but they do expect to find belt buckles, zips and buttons. In this case they found none of that; these women had all died naked.

In one of the passageways they found a collection of bones which confused them at first. It turned out that they had two skeletons here and, because the muscles and sinews had decomposed, the loose bones had become intermingled. One skeleton was a woman of about my age and the other was a large man who had an axe laying in his chest cavity. The female skeleton showed evidence of having been brutally hacked and forensic pathologists speculated that the man had been attacking her but she had somehow got free, grabbed the axe and then swung it at her attacker but she had been too weak to escape and had died beside the man possibly due to blood loss.

In another part of the cellar were two women behind metal grilles. They showed no evidence of injury to account for their deaths but if they had been locked up and then left they would have died from thirst. We shall never know whether they had been deliberately left to die or if their captor had imprisoned them and then died before he could do whatever he planned to do to them.

Local research showed that our estate was built within the grounds of Thorn Park, the mansion which stood here and whose cellars contained the charnel house. The last resident of Thorn Park was Thaddeus Gryphon who had simply vanished without trace. The rates on his property had not been paid and the house fell into dangerous decay. Gryphon had no known heirs and eventually his estate fell to the ownership of the council who sold it to the developer who built our house. Presumably the entrance to his basement of horrors was concealed to prevent anyone from finding his grisly secret so when he went down to the cellar one night to inflict more abuse on his victims he secured the door behind him and then met his end with the axehead in his chest. When the demolition contractors moved onto the site they had failed to find the cellar so it had lain there until we began to dig our pond and the old stone finally gave way tipping the digger into the pit.

So did the discovery of Gryphon’s secret put an end to his night time activities in the bedrooms of modern maidens? Well I cannot really answer that question. You see this was just the time when I moved out of the house to come to university so I stopped regularly sleeping there.

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It was the late 60s and the free love brigade realised as they got a little older that free loaders were just that.

The country had a young offenders institution for 12 to 18 year olds, where it was thought the youngsters learnt more about crime inside than learning that crime did not pay.

The next step was an adult prison, which for young boys and girls was too brutal, for all sorts of reasons.

So it was legislated on that a judge or even parent can use a new facility run by various church groups, this one is run by the Baptist’s and based on their discipline regime of CDD, Christian Domestic Discipline.

The judge would issue a sentence from between 4 weeks and 12 weeks, any more would appear to be of a more serious nature and prison would be the institution the offender was sent to.

A parent could pay to send a child over 18 and under 20 for the amount of routine decided by the Governor and the Father of the child.

It was to be called, “Young Persons Discipline Center” Quite a mouthful but it was thought it said what it was!

The staff were recruited for their specialist skills, the obvious Governor, Matron, Nurse, Secretary, Catering staff and Wardens.

This particular Baptist Center was in Brexton and was a converted institution of the 40s, mainly for its secure fencing and special sound proofed wings.

It was designed to house 10 young men and 10 young ladies. They slept in dormitories of groups of 5 with all dormitories leading off a main sitting area, dining room and warders office made it look like a star shape.

The fifth point of the star was the “Learning Room.”

**********

Governor Wilson was going through who was leaving that day.

He also checked who was coming in and for what offence.

Governor Wilson loved this day, he lived his life CDD, and he himself was an eighth generation child in this lifestyle. Gay porno Growing up his Pa used to say its either right or get your pants down.

That went for all under his roof, family, friends or even visitors, but it was the same in most of the other houses too.

He liked to make sure the ones going suffered so much pain and embarrassment that they would never want to offend again and the newcomers so much pain they forgot all about home till they settled.

His secretary would draw up a rota for who would deal with who, she always made sure of that as to not end up facing downwards for his belt herself, which often happened.

He would have the occasional boy but mainly girls.

He liked the boys with the longest willy, so he could lead them round the room with it to humiliate them.

**********

“Just 3 new girl arrivals today Mr. Wilson, 2 from court and one from that nice Mr. Jones who came in a week or so ago.”

“Did he pay Joy?”

“Yes he did Sir, 2 weeks by postal order last Monday.”

He read the notes;

Jane Best – 18 – Weeks Discipline Training – Urinating In Public and Drunk.

Alice West – 18 – 8 Weeks Discipline Training – Shop Lifting – Lying – Swearing.

Josey Jones – 18 – 2 Weeks Private. Fathers remarks, I feel she needs the rudeness beaten out of her, please do not spare your cane and use all her body, she has me and her mom in tears most days. She wont work either.

“Who is first?”

“Jane West, direct from the court cells at 10.00 Sir.”

“Then Alice West at 2.00pm and Josey Jones at 5.00 Sir.”

He checked his watch, 9.40, “I will take all three.”

He rang his hands and went to slip a hand down his pants to move his stiffening cock over a little as Joy watched,

“You do it Joy.”

“Yes Sir.”

She stood up and walked to Governor Hd porno Wilson, pushed her hand gently down his pants, gave it a little rub and moved it to the left. He immediately stiffened, “Over the desk Joy I have just time to give you a quick shagging.”

She wasted no time in dropping her knickers to her knees and lifting her jumper, she knew Mr. Wilson liked a handful of tits when he took her from behind.

He dropped his pants, “Still cane marks showing Joy.”

“Yes Sir, it’s from the day before yesterday from Father, I was 10 minutes late in.”

“Then I should spank you too being your caring employer.”

“Yes Sir, thank you Sir.”

He gave her a swift hand spanking then shagged her, he just got his cock away and the phone rang, Joy was a second or two answering as she was pulling her Knickers up and pulling her jumper down.

“Jane West in reception Sir.”

“You should answer the phone on or before the third ring Joy, as well you knew, that was the fifth ring, reason?”

“Erm, you were shagging me Sir.”

“20 of the belt for late answering and 10 cane stripes for rude language, make a note for tomorrow?”

Joy looked down, “Yes Sir.”

**********

The Governor went into reception and Jane was cuffed to two young male prison officers from the court.

“Bring her this way please guys.”

He went the long way round and into the inmates sitting room.

“Thank you gentleman, would you strip her for me please?”

“Us, here and now Governor?”

“Yes, is that ok?”

They had no need to answer, they uncuffed her and removed her grey prison jumper and bra, then her grey prison jogging bottoms and knickers.

She put up no fight at all, she knew she was to be beaten most days from talking with a few girls who had been inmates.

She had short blond hair, stood Hdabla porno 5’5″, 120lb, 34ish tits and trimmed bush.

The Governor had popped out of the room and returned with a small bowl, he place a chair next to a table and placed the bowl on the table.

“Attention all, West is going to put on a show for us all, she will get on the table and pee into the small bowl without splashing he table, guess what will happen if she splashes?”

All seven hands flew into the air, he pointed to a girl, “Yes,”

“Sir, she will be placed over a table and belted crimson on her bottom with your belt, then caned Sir.”

“Exactly right, and this will happen every other day of her 28 day stay till she perfects it, sometimes in front of you all and sometimes in front of the boys. She does not mind pissing in front of you all as she finds it fun, don’t you PissPot?”

“No Sir, I actually peed my pants I was that drunk Sir, so just moved the crotch of my knickers over and peed in the street.”

“Stand onto the chair.” he turned her bottom to the girls and slapped the tops of her legs, it was like a machine gun being fired, she screamed. “Now PissPot, Piss.” He helped her up and she squatted.

“Now open your slit with your fingers so we can all see it coming out.” The court wardens were rock hard and tilted their heads to see.

She did as she was told and her fingers in the way made her pee splash all over the table.

When she had finished he helped her down and stood her in front of him so she could watch him remove his belt, slowly but well practiced.

“Now girl, you will bent over the table you peed all over and I will belt you until you have licked it dry.”

The girls watching “Gasped”

“You may begin.”

She was not going to say no as she knew she would eventually, she started lapping the pee off the table, WHOSH CRACK. WHOOSH CRACK, one after the other rained down on her bottom till the table was dry. She collapsed on to the table.

He pointed to 2 inmates, “You two, take her to her bed. Gentlemen, let me show you out.”

“Now that’s what I call justice,” said one to the other, who nodded, both with their hands down their pants.

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When she got the box at work, by messenger, she couldn’t help the smile that played at her lips. It appeared to be just a normal delivery by courier, much like any other that she would get three or four times a week. Normally these boxes would contain checks or some essential paper to the business that she managed the office for, and to the other office personnel, that’s what it looked to contain. It was only her practiced eye that saw the difference. It occurred to her that he was counting on that.

First of all, the company only used one courier and this one wasn’t it. Secondly, anyone could sign and leave it on her desk, but for this package, she had to sign personally. They came and pulled her out of a meeting for it. It had an invoice on the front that proclaimed

“Contains instructions for delivery and claims. Open First.”

She tried to appear nonchalant carrying the package to her desk, even as she felt her knees shake and a trickle of wet moving down her thigh. Setting the package just at the side of the center of her desk was the hardest thing she had done all week. The urge to run into her office, close and lock the door and tear it open was so compelling, she still can’t believe she actually made it look like just another set of papers from the main office. She wanted to at least arrange it on her desk, just so. Square it up to the blotter and work it around like a meal she’s been waiting on.

She had no idea what was in it, but just that it was from “him” was enough to make her want to rip the cardboard apart with her back to the door and her chest heaving. She was able to close and lock the door without suspicion, but now she was impatient over this meeting. Already thinking it had gone on too long before she had opened the door. She worked hard to compose herself. It takes longer than ten minutes to decide a multi million dollar budget.

She walked in and sat back down in her spot, acutely aware that her panties had somehow become soaked in just those few short minutes since she last sat in this chair. It was funny that she could only think “I hope I don’t leave an obvious spot”. She had an urge to giggle.

She might not have any idea what was in that box, but getting something like that from him meant she was going to cum harder than she’d ever cum before – and that was true every time – and it was going to be something that would make her shaky and smiley for days if not weeks. Her officemates spent a bit of time trying to figure her relationship out, but this just wasn’t available for their consumption.

They wondered, she knew. Maybe even thought she was getting beat. There were just too many bruises and too many abrasions. The times her wrists had the rope burns and she couldn’t stay seated all day. The times with bruises she hadn’t realized she had until she got to work in the wrong clothes. She knew better now than to wear anything showing cleavage after one of these sessions. There was still talk about her cat scratching her up so bad.

She could feel the moisture starting to pool under her ass. “These panties are a complete waste”, she thought, just as she noticed everyone looking at her. Obviously she’d been asked a question and had no clue what it was or how to respond. He always did this to her. Got her all worked up so she couldn’t pay attention if her job depended on it. She looked down and shuffled her paperwork, but it was no use. She was going to have to tell everyone she wasn’t paying attention.

“I’m not sure I have that,” she said to stall. It worked! At least this time.

Her counterpart at main suddenly remembered she hadn’t sent it. The paper got passed over and she was able to work her way through the problem before her mind strayed back to the desk and her package.

She hadn’t even known what a quirt was before the last package yielded one up into her hands. She knows he sends them to her work to give her that little bit of extra anxiety and discomfort. Makes her have to be furtive and reminds her of the distance between the vanilla world and her path of submission. The distance that grew with every package.

She managed to join the conversation just a moment before it turned to her part and this time she actually heard what they needed from her and could respond. That was close. Try as she might, she already knew she wouldn’t be able to stop her mind and she had stopped trying to a long time ago now. He was in total control of whether she would be able to have attention left for her job or not. She was barely hanging on right now and at any time he might call or send her something else that’ll make her lose it completely.

She was getting the feeling of being in a wading pool and sitting on the top step. It was moist all the time, but every now and then a wave would push up between her knees, splash against her pussy and gush out to mingle with the fluids collected under her bottom.

The thought of the quirt was making her quiver. She’d had to smuggle it out in czech porno her purse after taking peeks at it all day. It looked so evil and yet so innocent, she could barely put it down. She kept taking it up and holding it in her hands whenever she had a moment through that day. The leather was smooth and yet the braiding was almost rough. It had certainly looked rough! The strands would hang down like some miniature medieval whip every time she would pick it up and then would lay splayed out when she would set it down onto her desk. There was a loop to hold it to the wrist with a bead on the end of that.

When she had first picked it up, she immediately thought she would be whipped with the bead and had almost cried with the thought that she wouldn’t be able to do it. As she looked at it over and over during the day, however, she realized that it was just the straps that she would be spanked with (she knew that much for sure, that it was for her flesh). That didn’t help a lot with the trepidation she felt, but at least it wouldn’t be something that would scar her.

The whippings still frightened her. Not the actual smack of leather, that could soak her panties even more than they were now just knowing it was coming, but the way she craved it. The way her body responded even as or even if her mind resisted. The first time he’d spanked her, she knew she wanted it but it had still left her uncertain about herself. He’d really paddled her, too. Left her red, hot and sore. Sitting on her ass all the next week had made her wet and dreamy. Her first whipping was absolute heaven.

She was sucking him, stroking his long cock with her mouth, bathing it with her saliva when the lashes struck her full across one buttock. It was a stinging, slapping feeling and made her shove his rod into her throat, she’d jumped so hard. As more and more lashes struck, she was positively gobbling at his dong and he was loving it!

A few weeks later he’d sent her the quirt.

He’s shattered all her boundaries. She tried to maintain them every step of the way, but he would push a little here and there until she found herself so far out beyond where she believed herself that she had to finally succumb. And he knew when this moment was. He told her that night “you’ll do what you’re told now.”

It was a bit at a time. She can’t fault him. He’d told her from the beginning how he would make her a “good little sub”. How he was patient and moulding, but that she would get there in the end. She would be that submissive that she denied vehemently. The quirt was almost the last straw. She fretted and debated. She worried and countless times made up her mind never.

One of the times she had decided that she wouldn’t do it, almost as though he’d read her mind, he called. In a gentle, friendly voice, he’d described how it would feel to her and how he would use it. How it would cut into her tender flesh and leave streaks of red that he could trace with his fingers as he fucked her, no pounded her from behind. That had made her panic. In the end, it was her dripping pussy that set her in the driver’s seat on her way to him with the quirt in her purse. And they say men think with their dicks.

Those first lashes from those braided leather straps had bit into her flesh, just like he had told her, and she had jumped with fright, but it was already too late as she strained against the bindings with each jolt. He whipped her ass as she begged for more and the thin strips stung her breasts as he drove his piece so forcefully into her pussy from behind that he could have whipped her with razors and she wouldn’t have noticed. Her sore little ass being spanked by his groin as he rammed that beautiful cock into her sodden pussy stayed in her thoughts for weeks afterwards. Left her reeling.

She would often find herself, just as now, daydreaming about the whippings, the fuckings, the tortures he subjected her to on an ongoing basis. It was a struggle to maintain connection to all these plain people with their flavorless lives. She would float off into that world that he’d taken her to where she had no idea of pleasure or pain or time. Only the next sensation. The next incredible, consuming orgasm. The next feeling of utter lostness he’ll give her.

She had no doubt that that package contained a mind numbing adventure. Another bigger drug to feed her addiction for him. She stretched her legs a little, just to check whether the muscles were still sore. It had been three days, but she was often sore for five or more. This time, there was a little tinge of memory stiffness, but nothing more. A mischievous grin forced its way past her stoic face and she quickly tried to hide it. She had never been so much out of control as he has made her. She forced her mind back to pay attention to the stupid pitiful fucking meeting and again it was just in time to say her part.

When the meeting finally ended, she couldn’t get out of there fast enough. doeda porno They were making plans for lunch and were including her and all she could say was “just let me know, I’ve got to go get this package taken care of.” Her hands shook as she unlocked her door and she dropped the keys trying to lock it back from the inside. She took some steadying breaths with her back against the door and could feel the wetness flowing past her pussy lips, dripping along her thighs and past her knees.

She knew she didn’t have much time and hurried over to tear the package open. Her hands wouldn’t work right and the cardboard ended up being shredded since it wouldn’t tear on the seams. “Fucking thing,” she thought as she tore at it desperately. Three months ago, had she seen this scene in a movie, she would have scoffed. She would never have believed that it was vaguely realistic. Yet here she was. Frustrated. Desperate. Needy. Dripping and aching.

Her pussy was sending ache throbs ripping through her body. They would start at her groin and thrum through her stomach, jolting her nipples and chest and trying to push a moan out through her throat. It was making her hands tremor out of control and she dropped the package out onto the floor.

An egg shaped object rolled under her desk. Panties and half bra fluttered in a heap. Two large marbles tied together, two silk ties and some sports wrap. She didn’t have much time to look at the objects before she heard someone outside the door. She grabbed at everything and stuffed it in her purse as the knob turned. She was leaping out from the desk with the tap and opened the door, hoping she didn’t look as breathless and flustered as she felt.

“We’re leaving in ten minutes, going to Roscoe’s. Are you about ready?”, then “are you okay?” She realized she must be as flushed as she felt. The burning was all over her chest and neck, and now she felt it stinging her cheeks.

“I’m okay, just trying to get everything done I need before we head out. Let me put things away and run to the bathroom real quick.”

“I’ll meet you at the car.” Her boss looked at her funny and glanced around the room before walking off. Too late, she realized the chunks she’d torn out of the box were strewn around the floor and on the desk. She grabbed at them and threw them into the trash can, liberating the “invoice” from the mess first. She stuffed it in her purse and took off for the ladies room.

She was beet red. The mirror told her why her boss had given that funny look. The redness spread in a lightening wave right down between her breasts. She knew before unfolding it that the instruction page wasn’t going to make that situation any better. She was going to be flushed the rest of the day.

“You have a two o’clock meeting. Insert the balls before going. There are tiny ones inside the outer shells and if you squirm, the inner ones will roll and give continuous sensation. Sudden movements will shake them and constant movement will keep them active. You will probably want gentle, easy motions or you will become over sensitized.”

She pulled them out and looked at them. They had a funny texture to them and as she shook one, she could feel the bounce and activity. A synergy. It made her shiver. A full body, down the spine and back shiver.

“You can take the balls out after the two o’clock, if you want. We will be meeting at four. You will leave early. We will have an early supper. You will put on the underwear and re-insert the balls if you took them out earlier. You will carry the nipple rings, ties, wrap and egg in your purse. I will be checking that you have done everything I asked.”

She dug through her purse. She didn’t remember seeing nipple rings. She was getting frantic when she decided to go back to look around her desk.

Her breathing was heavy and tense. She was practically gasping. She took some steadying breaths and smoothed her clothes to run back to her office and look for the rings.

One was just on the center of her desk. A black rubber ring, small and innocent appearing, but she knew better. That little creature made her nipple stand out so hard she had a wave of wetness run down her legs just thinking of it. Another shiver wracked her. She was so worked up over this she considered that she might cum just seeing him and her ankles wobbled.

She couldn’t find the other ring. She had to go meet her boss at the car. Her panties were soaked so thoroughly that she felt like she could wring them out and water her plants. She pulled them off, stuffed them in a drawer and pulled the others on, realizing too late that they were crotchless. “Oh well,” she thought and left the room.

The elevator showed her reflection in the chrome. She was flushed over her entire upper body, her breath was ragged and her chest was heaving. Another shiver wracked her as she knew she would have to search with a fine tooth comb – and quickly – when she Ensest porno got back. She briefly wondered about this two o’clock and how he knew.

Lunch was FOREVER. She never realized what dithering slathering blibbering fools she worked with. She needed to get back and find that nipple ring. She needed to get the balls in by two. She needed to relax and try to get some sanity before meeting him at four. Her mind kept shooting off to her next orgasm and how it would feel. The last one completely took her. She’d never felt anything like it. She was still trying to decide if those had been spears of agony or if the pleasure could really be that intense.

It was twenty to two when they got back from the longest lunch she’d ever had. She hadn’t been able to do more than push her food around the plate. Her boss said “remember, my office, two o’clock” at the elevators. She didn’t trust herself to speak, just nodded vigorously.

She couldn’t find the little ring of rubber. She was crawling under her desk, shoving things out of the way. The receptionist asked if she could help and she snapped “no” so fast, she had to quickly tell her “it’s okay, just an earring, I’ll find it.”

At five to two, she closed her door, pressed her fingers to her dripping pussy and slipped the balls inside one by one. Her digits were drenched with that little bit, all the way to the hand. Drips splattered the carpet and caught on the smooth skin of her calves. She rushed out to the meetings and paused only long enough to catch her breath and feel her racing pulse before knocking.

“Come in.” It was him. Her boss had said come in, but He was there. She went so weak, it took everything she had to turn, close the door and work her way toward the only empty chair in the room. Her movements were jerky and dissociated from her mind’s whirling, but she managed to collapse to the cushion. A gush of warmth greeted her change of posture.

“Are you okay?” He asked in that gentle voice that to her meant torment. It was the voice that told her “don’t cum. If you do it will be your last for several days.” And “you will need to beg me for what you want.” And “if you want the reward for being good, you will need to do what I consider good.” A sweet, modulated, reasonable timbre that she now associated with ache, need, desire, frustration, desperation and, eventually, when she’s good enough, utter unadulterated bliss.

The gushing became a flood that held no promise of letting up. The balls were keeping a rocking kind of motion that was making her thigh muscles shimmer and the only point of direction she had was his voice. This is what he had done to her from the beginning. He would calmly describe the process as he stimulated her. It was a simple conditioning at first, “don’t cum yet, hold it, I want you to cum when I do”. It increased in intensity until, after four months now, she could be reduced to a whimpering, pleading mass with the pressing of his words against her ears. She felt a drip on her ankle from off the edge of the chair.

“So what do you think?” It was her boss. She knew it would be something about software. That’s what He did. He sold security software. She nodded, trying to speak, but no words came out. She closed her mouth, afraid she might croak. “You know, you don’t look well. Are you okay?” She wished everyone would stop asking her that. Everyone but Him.

She nodded and managed to get out “I’m alright. Just tired, I guess. I think we could try it.” She’d been offering to pitch His software to the boss for some time.

“Well there you go.” Her boss waved an arm. “Got you in touch with the one you need.” She’ll show you the servers and go through specifics with you. They got up and shook hands, leaving her sitting until she had to move.

She led him to the server room first. As they stepped over the threshold, he closed the door behind them and grabbed her ass. The balls leaped and another flood poured forth with her gasp. He spoke to her softly.

“I love the thought of your stiff nipples. I want to roll my tongue over them and suck at them. I want to pinch them with my cock shoving up between your tits, fucking them. I can’t wait to grab at them, nibble, bite and suck them.

I think I’m going to tie you to the bed so you can’t move and slide my cock from the tip to the base and back over those nipples. One at a time. Slowly fucking across them while I squeeze your breasts in my hands and make them pop out even more.

I’m going to set my cock just out of your reach so you have to stretch your neck up and over to just lick at it. Once in a while I’ll run it over your pussy lips so you can lick the dripping juices from it. With your neck stretched out, I’ll whip your tits until they’re hot and swollen.

Then I’ll fuck you – hard. My hands soothing your aching breasts. My cock ramming in and out of you, making you cum and beg for more. That’s what you have to look forward to.” He took her around the waist and she half swooned. One hand held her while the other bunched her dress and pressed its way in the side of her panties, shoving a finger up inside her and making her cry out through clenched lips. “Just checking. You are a good girl for me, but I have to make certain or you might backslide.” She whimpered as he removed the hand.

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I heard the door shut heavily and the heavy thunk of Daddy dropping his briefcase by the front door. Jumping up anxiously, I hurried to the living room happy to see him.

“Hi, Daddy!” I chirped my greeting joyfully.

“Hey, babygirl,” he said with a weak smile on his face.

I skid to a stop and peered at him with concern, he looked exhausted. Was Daddy getting sick? He didn’t look happy to see me like he usually was.

“What’s wrong?” I asked worried.

“Had a hard day, sweetie.”

“Oh no! Is there anything I can do to help?”

He sighed heavily and loosened his tie up a bit before looking me over slowly. I hadn’t really bothered to get dressed today since it was my day off so I was still wearing my long jammie shirt and nothing else.

“Yes, babygirl, I think there is. Go into the bedroom, get undressed and lay on the bed,” he said gruffly.

I hesitated with my jaw dropped a bit at his harsh tone. He had never ordered me to the bedroom like this; usually it involved a whole day worth of sweet playful teasing. Daddy took a step towards me with a stern look that made my tummy flop a bit obviously displeased with my hesitation.

“Don’t make me tell you again, little one,” he said softly.

I knew that tone… it was the last warning before I got into some serious trouble. Daddy must be really grumpy, I thought sadly, it usually takes a lot for him to use that tone one me.

Definitely not willing to push him any further, I raced towards the bedroom already jerking my jammie shirt over my head before I hit the door. I hopped up on the bed so fast I almost bounced off it to the floor then hurried to lay down in the middle of it.

My tummy fluttered as the fantasies began playing through my head and I couldn’t figure out which one I wanted him to play out more. I squeezed my thighs together as my private area began to ache and drip. My nipples hardened a bit and I had to twist my hands into the bed so I wouldn’t touch them without Daddy permission.

I startled guiltily when the door creaked open and Daddy walked in looking straight at me with a look of abject hunger.

“Good girl,” he praised making me smile. “Tell Daddy what his rule is when we play.”

“Don’t hold back. Always say your name when I cum and cum hard,” I repeated the words that were pretty much a creed at this point.

Daddy never gave any leeway with that one. I was to cum hard and cum often for him when we played and I loved every minute of it.

“Good girl. And why do you say my name when you cum?” he asked me.

“Because you own me,” I said dutifully.

With a wide pleased smile, he walked over and began to pull the restraints out from under the bed sending a thrill through me. He strapped me down quickly and my breath caught a bit as he tightened the cuffs on my wrists and ankles until I was left spread eagle, opened wide for his pleasure. Daddy’s eyes darkened as he stared down at me before crawling up the bed to cover me with his body.

He took my mouth in a breath-taking, claiming kiss that set my blood boiling immediately. I arched towards him restlessly and whimpered slightly when the restraints wouldn’t let me go far. His tongue plunged deep into my mouth touch and tasting every spot it could find.

Daddy’s hands ran up my sides slowly sending a little tingling of pleasure through me causing my nipples to harden to little points and press against his chest. Cupping the sides of my breasts, Daddy brushed his fingers along the sensitive skin underneath them making goosebumps break out across my skin and a whimper drip from my lips into his mouth.

Unhurriedly, Daddy’s mouth released mine with a little kiss before moving further down my body. Tracing my jawline with his lips, he dropped sweet little kisses on my skin until he found his favorite spot on my neck. His teeth nibbled along the sensitive column sending shivers down my spine until he found bedava porno the spot right where my neck and shoulder met.

“Oh, Daddy,” I whimpered tilting my head back a bit silently begging him.

His breathy chuckle caressed my skin making it even more sensitive. Daddy knew what my reaction would be and he was so sweetly anticipating the response. In an instant, he bit down hard and my body bucked against him as the sweet pleasure and pain slammed into me hard. My loud cry echoed through the room as he stayed latched on, marking me as his own. A nasty cursed dropped from my lips as I tugged at the leather cuffs around my wrist; desperate to get my hands on him, to hold him close or push him away I wasn’t sure, but I needed my hands on my Daddy. When he finally let go of my neck he gave it a soft kiss before chuckling again.

“What, babygirl?” he asked me innocently.

“I need you, Daddy, please!” I begged trying to move my hips closer to him in case he didn’t understand what I meant.

“I’m here, little one,” he said softly his lips caressing a sweet path down my collar bone.

Sitting up between my legs, he stared down at my breasts that were still framed by his hands. He pinched one nipple then the other in between his fingers gently at first, just playing and feeling them as they tightened under his fingers. A small noise dropped from my lips and I relaxed a bit into the bed letting him take his time exploring my breasts; just enjoying the feeling of his hands on my body.

I had barely begun to drift in a pleasure filled euphoria before his exploring and teasing touches changed. A startled cry fell from my mouth as he pulled my nipples out and twisted them hard. My eyes flew open and looked at his face questioningly, making sure this was still my Daddy. He knew my affinity for pain, but still rarely explored that area much. However, the light in his eyes told me he was ready and this was only the beginning. He wanted me to feel it, needed me to feel the pain and know I enjoyed it.

“Did you like that, princess?” he asked me.

“Yes, Daddy,” I whimpered my voice breaking as he twisted them harshly again.

He gave me a grin that made my heart twist and flip a bit. A twinge of fear went through me as I realized that this was not my usual sweet gentle Daddy. But, it was quickly overshadowed by the knowledge that this was the Daddy I had seen underneath the gentleness, in those moments of torment that had me begging for more. Daddy had, had a very bad day, he needed a stress relief and I was the one who could do that for him and in return he was going to help me explore my desire for a bit of pain. Yes, I cheered silently giving him an encouraging smile. Which he returned with a heated gaze before returning his attention back to my body.

He pulled and plucked at my nipples until they were aching and throbbing. Then smashed my breasts together and lavished the sensitive tips with his tongue before nibbling on them sending the sweet painful pleasure straight to the core of my body. His teeth found the side of my breast and bit down hard, my body jerked against his uselessly, wanting to get away… needing more…

“Daddy!” I cried jerking my wrists once more fruitlessly.

“Mmmm, that’s right, babygirl. I’m your Daddy… and by the time I’m done with this sweet, sexy, delicious body of mine, your gonna have my marks on every part of it. How does that make you feel?” he asked moving to the other breast and repeating the heady bite on the other side.

I whimpered and felt my juices begin to drip down my leg. “Owned, Daddy.”

“Good girl,” he praised me with a pleased smile on his face.

He raised his hand slightly and brought it down on my breasts. The slap wasn’t hard, but I felt the sting of it throughout my slightly sore breasts.

“Oh god!” I cried.

“Did you like that, sweetheart?” he asked brazzers porno bending down to kiss away the sting.

“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered biting my lip feeling a bit ashamed of how much I liked it. “Did you?”

He gave a little chuckled and pressed himself against my stomach allowing me to feel the obvious erection he had.

“What do you think?” he asked.

With a moan I gave him a pouty face. “Please, Daddy… I need you!”

“What do you need, little one?” he asked absent mindedly as his attention moved further down.

I bit my lip knowing what he wanted to hear, but no matter how many times I have said it, it still seemed so naughty.

“I want you inside me,” I said softly trying to get my courage up to ask for exactly what I wanted.

He gave me a small smile as if he knew exactly what I was battling and was prepared fully to push me past my inhibitions. He slid his hands down my body and cupped my pussy gently, his fingers teasing the bared netherlips.

“Mmmm, your very hot, little one. I bet this sweet little pussy is just dripping,” he said in a husky tone.

“Yes! Please Daddy,” I whimpered desperately.

“Patience, babygirl. We have all evening,”

He had all evening. I thought grumpily. But, I felt like I was going to burn up if he didn’t hurry.

He gently caressed my pussy sending tingles through my body and making my hips jerk against his hand while a fresh wave of juices gush out of me.

“Please, Daddy,” I moaned helplessly.

One of his fingers dipped between my lips and found my throbbing clit easily. He rubbed it in circles gently sending bolts of pleasure straight to my pussy. Sliding his finger down he just barely pressed inside then moved back up to my clit and began to rub it even harder, building the pleasure repeatedly until each sound that dripped from my mouth was incoherent moans and whimpers.

“That’s right, babygirl… you’re getting close aren’t ya?” he asked me.

“Yes! Yes! Oh, Daddy! I’m gonna cum!” I cried straining against my restraints trying desperately to get closer.

His finger began to move faster and faster on my clit sending me hurtling towards my orgasm uncontrollably.

“Yes… cum for me. Cum, now!” he demanded in a firm tone.

My body obeyed him immediately and the flood gates opened wide as my orgasm slammed through me. I screamed his name to the ceiling as my hips jerked against his fingers.

“That’s right, babygirl. Who’s my good fucktoy?” he asked me as he continued to flick my clit hard.

“I am, Daddy,” I whimpered helplessly.

“That’s right. You like being Daddy’s little fucktoy don’t you?”

“Yes,” I whined.

“Good girl,” he praised me.

He bent down and rubbed his nose against my pussy breathing me in deeply. “God, babygirl. You smell so good…”

“Please, Daddy. Mmmm, please,” I begged him.

“Tell me what you want little one,” he told me.

“Please, I want you to lick me.”

He opened his mouth and ran his tongue from one of my soaked pussy to the other than stopped. “Like that?”

“More! Please, God! More!”

“Tell me, princess.” He growled against my cunt.

“Oh fuck!” I cried unable to stand it anymore. “Fucking eat me, Daddy! Fucking eat my dripping wet pussy!”

“Good girl,” he whispered then wrapped his arms around my hips and buried his face in my pussy.

His tongue found my dripping wet hole and licked it, tasted it, then shoved it deep inside me fucking me with it before moving his way back up to my clit. His tongue flicked it quickly driving my already buzzing pussy wild.

“Yes, yes, yes! Fuck, Daddy!” I cried rocking my hips against his mouth.

He sucked it into his mouth biting it gentle then sucking it hard and I could feel my climax beginning to build once more.

“Oh fuck! Daddy! I’m gonna cum again!” cuckold porno I screamed as I pushed up against him.

He backed off just a bit to look up at me. He wrapped an arm around my legs and began to flick my clit just as hard and fast as before.

“Fuck, yeah! Don’t hold back, fucktoy! Cum hard. I want the neighbors to know who you belong to. Who this pussy belongs to,” he demanded.

“Oh god! Oh fuck! Oh god!” I cried as his words turned me on even more.

“God can’t help you now. You’re mine and you know it. Now don’t fuck around and cum for me! NOW!”

He shoved his tongue deep inside me once more and fucked me with it. His other fingers pinched my clit hard and rubbed hard. I couldn’t have stopped myself even if he had pulled away and stopped completely. My climax hit me hard and I screamed his name once more. Exploding into his mouth, my juices coating his tongue and ran down his chin.

He continued to pinch my clit not letting me come down at all, I knew what he was doing and I was helpless to stop him as he kept my orgasm pulsing through me. His tongue still lapping at my hole as I felt as if I was gushing.

“Please, Daddy!” I screamed feeling as if I was falling about pure desperation ceased me. I needed him… in me… Now…

He heard the desperation inn my voice and pulled back slightly to look up at me over my pussy.

“What, princess? What do you need?” he asked me his voice thick with his own pent up desire.

“I need you to fuck me, now! Please! I need your cock in me now!” I begged him breathlessly.

“Good girl,” he growled as he pulled away.

He was at his breaking point… I knew it and so did he. So, when he unstrapped my legs and my arms, I immediately wrapped my arms and legs around him ready to take him anyway he needed me to.

“Oh no, my sweet little toy. I want you on your stomach with that sweet ass in the air,” he said flipping me over and pushing my shoulders into the bed.

Beyond caring and needing him desperately, I shoved my ass up for him eagerly. He slapped one of my cheeks hard then rubbed it while enjoying the site of the red mark his hand left. I pushed back against him wanting more… needing more. He gripped my hips and in one swift move he slammed himself deep inside me. In unison we both groan in pleasure and relief as if we had both been waiting all day for this.

“Fuck, babygirl you feel so good,” he groaned to me.

“Please, Daddy, fuck me hard,” I whimpered pushing my backside back against him.

“And if I wanna fuck you slow and easy?”

I moaned sadly but knew better than to argue. “My pussy is yours, Daddy.”

He chuckled and gave my backside another little smack. “You’re such a good fucktoy, princess.”

Despite his words, he didn’t even hesitate when he began to move. He slammed into me over and over again, making sure to hit the sweet spot every time he pushed in. My pussy clamped down on him, squeezing his hard cock, milking it, needing all that he can give me.

“Yeah… fuck yeah… god, babygirl, I’m gonna cum. You need to cum again, cum on my cock,” he demanded and reached underneath me to find my clit with his fingers as he thrust wildly into me.

The feeling of his cock pounding into me combined with him flicking my clit and his demand for me to cum was too much. The pressure built and the pleasure burst from every nerve ending and I was lost once more. I cried his name into the pillow and came hard around his cock. My own name flew from his lips as he lost his control and jerked in me repeatedly. His seed spilled deep inside me and the pleasure caused my pussy to spasm a few times making me whimper and sag against him.

Spent… I was sated beyond belief and wouldn’t have cared if a marching band had tromped through the room. I was in my Daddy’s arms completely and utterly depleted of all energy, happily and well fucked.

“Mmmm, thank you, babygirl. You helped me relax perfectly,” he whispered laying down next to me and holding me close.

I giggle and snuggled up to him. “You’re very welcome, Daddy.”

He gave a bit of a snore in response and I laughed softly then closed my eyes. I really hope Daddy doesn’t have a bad day like that again… well… maybe I did.

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I was left in my chastity device for close to a month, I was beyond going crazy. She wanted to control my orgasms fully but it was not just my orgasms. She wanted me to know she was in control all the time and not to forget it.

From the start of the day, she would wake me up every morning by running a finger up my leg to my caged cock and balls and circle the exposed skin. As son I was awake she would kiss my body all the way up to my lips, look me in the eye and tell me it is time to wake up. I would get up from the bed and she would be waiting for me in the bathroom. I would undress her and then be expected to wash her slowly and gently. This would be so difficult, my blood would be at boiling point and my urge to fuck her brains out would be exacerbated. She would then go down and make us both breakfast whilst I showered.

We would go our own way to work and throughout the day she would send me pictures and sometimes a vid from her phone of her in the wash room at work touching herself. Pretty much anything she could do to keep my thoughts on her and my tortured organs! When I got home from work, she would be there waiting for me already, usually wearing something incredibly sexy or nothing at all. She would lead me to the bedroom and strip me, push me on to the bed and passionately kiss me and my body. This is one of the times of the day my cock was allowed out, I would be incredibly teased before she put it away. This was always followed by me being required to bring her off using my mouth or a toy. Whenever I used the toy to bring her off, she would make sure her mouth was right by her ear so I would hear her well. That always made me incredibly hot.

Whilst dinner was being made or we were eating, we would just talk as normal and catch up on our days. Before bed would be another time my Penis would get attention or should I say get tortured! We were incredibly in love and so she would always tease me in sensual ways that played asyalı porno with my emotions and increased them. I would be edged for at least an hour every night, longer on occasions.

One particular night was a lot for a man to take. It was a Saturday and we had the usual morning where I would shower her. I then went to the shower, but this time she decided to shower me too. She would deliberately touch areas already washed etc just to tease me and you could see the twinkle in the evil smiles. When I came out and went to the bedroom to get changed I saw she was getting changed too. She put on a black PVC catsuit. I still have no idea when and where she got it from. She asked what I was doing getting changed and told me not to as today I wouldn’t need clothes. She told me to sit on the end of the bed and walked towards me. She asked if I liked what she was wearing, knowing I loved it. When I replied yes, she asked me to show her. I instantly stood up and put my arms around her and proceeded to touch her everywhere. As much as I enjoyed touching her, she knew deep down that I was getting very excited.

I ended up on my knees so I enjoy her legs and she turned facing me and her crotch was right in front of me and it had a zip which I couldn’t refrain from staring at. She saw this smiled and pulled the zip down. She said If I closed my eyes I could have a taste so I did. I heard her move away and come back. She said to open my mouth and stick my tongue out, I stuck out my tongue dying to taste her. To my amazement she placed something on my tongue which seemed like a pill and I opened my eyes and she poured water in my mouth whilst telling me to take it. It was Viagra! I was dumbstruck and she just smiled and said that I would be needing a hard cock today. I knew this was going to be a Hard day.

She took out the key to my device and started to open it. She took out my cock and pushed anne porno me on to a chair facing the bed. She went to the bed, laid down and took out some toys. I was not used to seeing her play with herself, as that was normally my job. Watching her was too much especially being able to hear her, so I moved my hands instinctively towards my cock. STOP! What are you doing? I heard, so I stopped. She came towards me and held my cock and told me to stand up, she then pulled me to the bed by my cock and laid me down. She hovered over my face and carried on playing with herself with her toy! Not trusting my hands, she asked me to grab her breasts which I did. After she came, she turned around to see the huge pool of semen dripping from my now ultra hard cock all over myself.

She had cum and was intent on keeping me teased. She went down towards my cock and started touching me all around. Knowing I wanted her to grab it and make me cum, she took my cock from the base and held it, peeled down my foreskin and started to edge me using her tongue. She swirled her tongue around teasing the tip and licking out the ooze, my head went back and quenched my eyes at this point dying to be grabbed and juiced! She knew I had not cum in a long time and that I would be close without her trying too much and so she stopped every so often would move towards my balls before carrying on. I wanted so much to have the head squeezed but it did not happen.

She then just got up randomly and said ‘come on, we are going down’. I was in total disbelief, again, and took a few moments to allow the thought to digest. This would be the norm, I knew I wasn’t going to cum, I knew she was only going to work me up, but even then, there always the little hope that is created by the building orgasm which takes you away from logical thought. The process of acceptance takes a few minutes of calming down. I then followed her downstairs altyazılı porno where we cooked and had breakfast.

After breakfast she was on the phone whilst I was watching TV. I was pretty tired still and so fell asleep watching. That was pretty silly considering, but was not helpable. I do not know how long I was asleep for but was woken up by a long kiss. She was on top of me on the sofa, with one knee on either side of me. She continued to kiss me whilst putting my hands on her ass. Feeling her ass in the PVC was hot and my built up urges caused me to squeeze her cheeks hard. Kissing my neck, she pulled down the zip in the middle exposing her breasts and she moved them near my mouth. I opened my mouth to enjoy them and she moved them away, driving me insane, a few times before allowing me to kiss them and suck hard on her nipples. My cock was already hard and oozing, she unzipped her crotch and allowed my cock to occasionally feel her pussy, which was incredibly wet. She hovered over the tip and allowed it to touch a few times.

Then she came close to me and said she was dying to feel me inside as she hadn’t in so long. I whimpered, almost melted when I heard that and was now convinced I would be cumming finally. She lowered herself on me and after a month of not feeling her pussy around me and not being allowed to cum, I felt as though I would cum right away. She knew this also and remained very still. She placed a vibe bullet in my hands and leaned back on me placing her hands on my knees and asked me to use the vibe on her. This was extremely difficult as I was unable to stop concentrating my mind on the fact that I was inside her and that I may cum. Every so often she would move a little on me just enough to drive me wild. She finally came whilst giving me the best possible view of her sexy body.

Throughout the remainder of the day, she frequently looked for opportunities to tease and edge me and the Viagra had ensured an unerect cock wouldn’t save me. After dinner, we sat in front of the TV and watched random shows. Even whilst watching TV she would snuggle up to me and stop my mind from forgetting I was in her control.

The evening was simply too much to handle. I will explain more depending on the way the story so far is received.

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I arrive home from work one night to find you waiting for me at the door with an excited look on your face. You hug me and ask, “Guess who called me today?”

Before I can answer you exclaim, “Julie! She’s in town on business and wants to come over tonight! Dinner’s ready, after you eat you should grab a shower. It should be a very interesting night.”

“You think something will happen?” I ask with a raised eyebrow.

“Oh, something will happen, even if I have to rape her!” you say and we both laugh.

We eat our dinner quickly as you tell me about your day. You tell me that you got the call early this morning and have spent the day preparing for tonight. You say that you took a very long bath and shaved everything while you made your plans. You have decided that even though Julie was the dominate one in your early days you’ve decided tonight you are going to be in control of everything. I tell you I’m game for anything you have in mind.

You rush me to the bathroom and strip off all my clothing. You start the shower and tell me to get in. You close the door behind me and I wash my hair and start to lather up. When my back is turned, I hear the door open and you climb in with me. “Thought you might need me to wash your back for you.” you say.

I look back and smile to see your naked body just inches from me. I reach back and rub your hip but you push my hand away. “Uhn uh, not until later Baby. Let me just take care of you.” you whisper.

You soap up my back, washing and massaging me at the same time. After a few minutes, you work your way down to my ass, washing and massaging there also. I moan as you press a finger against my anus. You reach around, grabbing my chest and pull my back against you. I feel your breasts pushed hard against my back, your mound against my ass.

You reach around and start stroking my hardening cock. You push a soaped up finger into my ass as I grunt. You stroke me off as you finger my ass and kiss my back. Just as I start to feel my orgasm approaching you stop and get out of the shower.

Bewildered I ask, “What are you doing?”

You peek in the shower and say, “Just trying to get you worked up for tonight, Baby. During my bath I brought myself right to the brink ten times, when I cum tonight I am going to explode all over Julie’s face. I might even pass out!” you say, laughing. “Finish up in there, I’ll get your clothes.”

I rinse off as I catch my breath. I step out of the shower to find you waiting for me with a towel. You dry me off with the towel except for my chest, ass and cock. Those you dry off with your tongue, licking me dry. You help me into my clothes. You’ve picked out my black dress shirt and tight black jeans and no underwear.

You lead me into the bedroom and I help you into your clothes. You choose a matching black lace set of bra and panties. You put on a sexy black button down blouse and a white tight skirt with a slit down the side.

We wait in the living room for the next half hour for Julie to arrive. We are so excited we can’t keep our hands, lips or tongues off of each other. We are passionately making out when the door bell rings.

You rush to the door and open it. You and Julie both let out a little scream and hug each other tightly. I walk up behind you and put my hand on your shoulder. Surprised, you glance at me and then turn back to Julie and say, “Julie, this my husband!”

Julie and I exchange pleasantries as you two separate. We invite Julie in and she hands you a bottle of wine. I get some glasses and we sit down on the couch as Julie sits on the love seat across from us. We all drink as the two of you talk about the old days, reminiscing about school, old friends and your times hanging out together.

Julie makes a sly reference to your intimate times together and you laugh and squeeze my thigh. “I’ve told him all about those times,” you say.

Julie laughs and asks me, “Does the thought of the two of us together turn you on?”

“Oh God yes!” I say in almost a whisper and everyone laughs.

You finish off your glass of wine, get up and go sit next to Julie on the love seat. You move in close and kiss her deeply. She’s surprised but she kisses you back. You push her down on to her back and kiss her hard, forcing your tongue into her mouth. You seperate for a moment and Julie laughs and asks, “What’s gotten into you?”

“All those years, you always took the lead. This is my house, tonight I’m in charge. Understand?” you ask.

“Oh yeah,” Julie moans.

You start kissing and biting her neck as you unbutton her shirt. You kiss and lick every inch of her chest and stomach as you unclasp her bra. You slip her bra off and start licking her breasts slowly working your way to her nipples. You lick and suck hard on her nipples as she grabs your hair. You bite down on her nipple as she cries uydukent escort out pulling hard on your hair. You suck, lick and bite her nipples until she can’t take anymore. She pushes your head down her body. You kiss your way down to her navel and then you slide off the love seat and down on to your knees in front her.

Full of lust, you yank her pants down and off her. You push her legs apart and start licking and sucking on her inner thighs. I’m worried Julie is going to hyperventilate as she writhes on the love seat. You kiss her mound through her silk panties and lick her wet spot. You moan at the taste of her pussy and go crazy on her cunt. You lick and kiss her through her panties as she humps your face. You pull your head back and tear her panties off of her. You dive back in sucking and licking her hardened clit. She grabs you by the hair and I can see she’s going to cum any second now. You realize it too and you pull away from her.

Julie gasps, “What? No, please…”

You cut her off, “You don’t get to cum yet, Bitch! I told you I’m in charge tonight!”

You stand up in front her and order her to take your clothes off. Julie meekly kneels before you and starts unbuttoning your shirt. When your shirt is open she stands and runs her hands all over the bare skin of your chest, stomach and back. She replaces her hands with her lips and tongue, kissing and licking you as she pushes your shirt off your shoulders. She reaches back and unclasps your bra, pulling it off of you. She covers your breasts with licks and tiny bites until she gets to your nipples. She sucks hard on your nipples until your knees start to shake. You push her down and tell her to take off your skirt and panties.

Julie unzips your skirt and slips it off your hips. She kisses your thighs as she pulls off your panties. “Lay down on your back on the floor!” you demand.

Julie lays down and you kneel down over her face. You stare into her eyes as you lower your pussy down to her mouth. She passionately goes to work on you, working from her clit all the way down to your asshole and then back again. She stares up at you as she sucks hard on your clit. You grab a pillow from the love seat and put it up to your face. You scream into the pillow as your entire body shakes. True to your word from earlier, you explode all over Julie’s face. Julie keeps licking you as your juices run all down her cheeks and chin. You drop the pillow and fall over against the love seat. Julie rolls over to keep licking and kissing your sopping wet pussy.

When you’re so sensitive you can’t take anymore she kisses her way up your body until she reaches your lips. You kiss for a few minutes while the passion rises ending with you licking your juices off of her face. You hold each other’s naked bodies close as you look over into my eyes.

“I think we forgot about someone,” you whisper into Julie’s ear.

Julie turns and smiles at me. “Can he join us?” she asks.

“Of course,” you reply. You look at me and order me to strip.

I stand up and slowly unbutton and remove my shirt. You both watch me intently as you gently stroke each others’ bodies. I turn around, unzip and slowly slide my jeans down. I hear Julie gently moan, “Nice ass…”

I step out of my jeans and turn around. Julie’s eyes never leave my hard cock as she slowly licks her lips. You notice Julie’s obsessed look and ask her, “Didn’t I tell you he had a nice cock?”

Julie nods but never takes her eyes off of me. You ask, “Do you want to suck it?”

Julie nods again and you order me to come over. I step over closer and you order me to drop down to my knees. You tell Julie, “Suck his cock!”

She gives you a look to make sure it’s okay and then quickly bends over taking me into your mouth. She takes me all the way down to the base of my cock, I can feel the head pressing against the back of her throat. She eases her way back up until just the tip is in her mouth, then starts swirling har tongue all over my shaft. As she keeps working on my cock, you lean over and start sucking and licking my nipples.

After a few moments, you move behind me and start kissing my ass. You spread my cheeks and start licking my anus. Julie starts sucking me faster as you push your tongue into my ass. I groan and start breathing faster. My body tenses up and I explode into Julie’s mouth. I’m so turned on I just keep cumming in her mouth over and over again. I look down to see my cum leaking out of her mouth and down her chin. I start feeling weak and I pull out of her mouth and lay down on the floor.

You move in on Julie and start licking my cum off her chin. You kiss her, pushing your tongue into her mouth to taste me. You kiss her for a few moments and then turn to take me into your mouth. You lick up and swallow the last of my cum. You move up to kiss me and zeytinburnu escort then turn to kiss Julie again.

Julie sits up and leans against the love seat, you and I sit up and lean against the couch. I whisper in your ear, loud enough for Julie to hear, “Someone hasn’t cum yet.”

“Oh yeah, what should we do about it?” you ask.

“Maybe she should take three turns on the pillow,” I suggest.

Julie starts laughing and asks, “You told him about that???”

“Of course, I told him everything, and I think he’s right. You have been a very naughty girl, you ate my pussy, you sucked my husbands cock and swallowed almost all of it, leaving me hardly any. You need to be punished!” you say as you reach up on to the couch, grab a pillow and throw it at her.

“Do it, Bitch! Three turns on the pillow, now!” you order.

“Yes Mistress,” she meekly replies as she places the pillow on the floor.

We cuddle up together as Julie mounts the pillow. She starts rubbing her pussy against the pillow as she rubs her breasts. She pinches her nipples and quickens her pace. Within seconds her body tenses up and she cries out. She cums so hard that she sprays the pillow with her juices.

As Julie catches her breath you reach over and start squeezing my cock. I kiss you and start softly rubbing your mound and outer lips. “That’s enough rest, go again!” you order Julie.

Julie takes a deep breath and starts rubbing herself against the pillow. You demand that she spank herself. She reaches back and starts slapping her ass, softly at first, then harder and faster. The sound of skin smacking against skin and her moans makes my cock start to harden and your pussy starts getting wet. She looks over with sleepy eyes, sees us touching each other and explodes a second time.

We let her recover for a few moments and then you order her to taste herself. She reaches down between her legs, then brings her fingers up to her mouth. She stares into my eyes and licks and sucks her fingers clean. “I want a taste,” I whisper to you.

“Get over here!” you order her.

She walks over to us. You tell her to turn around and bend over. I move up to her, grab her ass and lick her pussy clean. “How does she taste?” you ask.

“See for yourself,” I reply.

You kneel behind her and push your tongue deep into her cunt. She moans as you tongue fuck her moist hole. You pull your head back and say, “Mmm, not bad. Now you have one more turn.”

You smack her ass hard and she yelps. Submissively, she kneels back down on the pillow. She starts spanking her ass again as she rubs against the pillow. You look at me and tell me to fuck her mouth while she pleasures herself. I stand up in front of her and push my cock into her waiting mouth. She sucks hard as I thrust in and out of her mouth. Her muffled screams show me she’s close to cumming. I grab her by the hair and push deep into her mouth. She stiffens up and cums all over the pillow. I pull out of her mouth and she collapses back against the love seat. Between her legs lays the soaking wet pillow.

I return to you and we make out as Julie recovers. When you think she’s ready to go again you tell her to lay down on her back. You kneel over her and go into a sixty-nine position, licking and sucking each others’ pussies. You turn to me and tell me to go get the lube.

I go to the bedroom and grab the lube. I come back to the living room and move in behind you. I lube up your anus and my cock. I gently push the head of my cock into your tight ass. I try to give you a moment to loosen up and accept my size but you shove back against me taking me all the way in with one thrust.

I pull back out and look down to see Julie staring up with lust in her eyes. I start to fuck your ass and you start slamming back against me. Our bodies slap against each other as I feel Julie’s tongue against my balls. She licks her way past my balls, licking between my legs and up to anus. She pushes her tongue inside me and it pushes me over the edge. I shoot my load deep into your ass.

I continue to fuck you as Julie moves back to sucking and licking your clit. I start spanking your ass hard until you cum all over Julie’s face. Julie licks you clean as you recover from your orgasm.

I slide my soft cock out of your ass and Julie immediately takes me in her mouth to lick me clean. When she’s done she lets me slip out of her mouth and smiles up at me. I move down between her legs and push them up to her chest. As you lick and suck her clit I start to tongue fuck her asshole. She starts to moan and writhe as she pinches and pulls on her nipples. I slap her ass a few times and she cums again hard, body shaking uncontrollably.

You lay down next to Julie and I move between your legs. I start gently running my tongue up and down your inner şişli escort thighs as Julie starts to suck on your nipples. I move my tongue to your hard clit. Your still coming down from your last orgasm so it doesn’t take long before you’re breathing heavy. I suck your clit into my mouth and tease it with my tongue as Julie bites and pulls on your stiff nipples. Your entire body convulses as I feel you spray your juice against my chin. I lick and suck you until you relax and lay back down.

The three of us cuddle for a while until we feel ready for more. We have a little more wine and then you tell me I should go down on Julie again. I readily agree and Julie lays down on the floor. I lift her legs and lick her from her clit all the way down to her anus and back up again over and over. Each place that brings out a moan I spend a little extra time pleasuring. You ask her how I’m doing. “Good, but make him do it better,” she replies with a giggle.

You laugh, say no problem and head off to the bedroom. I utter an uh-oh and Julie laughs and says, “Oh, she told you about this too? You ok with this?”

I say yes and go back to my job. You re-enter the room and I hear you throw something on the couch before kneeling behind me. I suck her clit into my mouth knowing what is about to happen. The first smack of your wood hairbrush comes down on my ass. I suck hard on her clit while you smack my ass harder and harder. The pain starts becoming unbearable so I lick and suck Julie’s clit with everything I’ve got. Thankfully, she only takes a few more seconds until she cums and I lick up all her juices.

I start to lift my head but you push my head back down. “I didn’t tell you to stop! Keep eatting her cunt until I tell you to stop!” you order.

I gently lick her lips and hole while she recovers waiting for the hairbrush to start punishing my ass again. Instead, I feel a well lubed finger rubbing against my anus. I relax and I feel you push your finger deep inside me. I move back to her clit as you slip a second finger inside me. You remove your fingers and push the tip of a vibrator into me, so that’s what you threw on to the couch. You turn on the vibrator and then push it all the way inside me. Julie opens her eyes and sees what’s going on. She’s surprised for a moment but then smiles and lays back to enjoy the show. Julie watches you fuck my ass with a vibrator as I suck and lick her hard clit. After a few moments she cums one more time as I lick her clean. She rolls over and curls up, watching us intently.

You climb under me into a sixty-nine position. I go down on you as you take me into your mouth. Julie moves in closer and tells me to lift up your legs. I lift up your legs and you wrap them around my back. Julie grabs the hairbrush and starts smacking your ass hard as I suck your clit. It only takes a few smacks before you explode again, spraying your juices everywhere.

Julie moves around behind me and takes over fucking my ass with the vibrator. She starts licking the sensitive skin between my legs as you going back to sucking my cock. You deep throat my cock and I start thrusting my hips. Knowing I’m ready to cum you pull back and start teasing the head of my cock with your tongue. I ejaculate into your mouth over and over again. You suck and swallow, struggling to get every drop of my cum. You suck on my cock until it grows soft in your mouth. Julie slides the vibrator out of my ass and kisses her way up my back.

Julie kisses me on the lips as you slide out from under me. You join us and all three of us kiss passionately as we lay down on the floor together and cuddle. We kiss and talk for a while until someone suggests bed. We all walk naked to the bedroom and climb into bed. You lay between us but we all wrap ourselves around each other. It only takes a few minutes until we are all asleep.

The alarm wakes me in the morning and I realize I have to get up and go to work. I sigh in dissapointment when I look at the two beautiful, naked women laying in my bed. I get up and go to the bathroom. I get in to the shower and relax for a few minutes under the hot water.

I’m startled when I hear the shower door slide open. I’m even more startled when I see Julie step into the shower. Then you follow in close behind and a smile comes to my lips. The two of you slowly soap me up as I wash my hair. You both take an extra long time washing my nipples, cock and ass. When we’re done you both dry me off and I get dressed. Then I get sent off to work by two completely nude woman, wondering if my erection will go down before I get to work.

The day seems to drag on forever. When I finally clock out and head for the car my phone chimes. I pull my phone out and see a text from you saying that dinner is ready and on the table. Then you ask if I want to see it. Confused I text back sure. You send me a picture of Julie naked, bent over the dining room table. I zoom in to see her hands are cuffed behind her back, her ass is red from a rough spanking and her pussy is dripping. Your next text just says Hurry home. How I make it home without getting a speeding ticket is beyond me.

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.“Hi I’m jenny I’m 26 and I had recently come into some money when a relative died and I had decided to set up a dog farm providing trained security dogs.”

I had originally intended to have a career in cybernetics. I had worked with a girl called sue at uni where we developed a chip to monitor brain waves in animals and humans. It was a variation on the bio chip that most pets are implanted with. We incorporated the chip into a small titaniun ring which could pick up small nerve currents. The titanium was engineered to allow the bodies repair mechanisms to incorporate it into the cells surrounding the spine. So unlike most bio chips it wouldn’t move from where it was put. I had put one of the coils in my neck. To allow me to monitor my brainwaves as a test sample. I had got hold of some spray anaesthetic and sprayed my neck thoroughly but inserting the chip with the implant gun hurt like buggery. I manoeuvred it into the best position so it wouldn’t chafe on my clothes. I fiddled with it and adjusted it for a couple of days before it finally grew into my flesh.

We had developed a collar which had several coils wired into it so that the signals from the loop could be fed into an amplifier in the collar and then on to a computer. In the final year at college sue decided that the only way it would work was to actually implant a powered chip into the body. Then I heard that she had gone to work for some rich guy who was working on just such a chip. I had kept in touch on and off and she seemed to be progressing well. Then she dropped off he radar.

No e mails or text. She had dropped off social media altogether. I hoped she was OK.

I had looked round for jobs in the same field but they were nearly all working for the military or companies who wanted to weaponise the tech. So when I came into the money I decided to setup a dog breeding farm and would use what I knew to train high end guard dogs.

It was quite simple to program a small chip to send specific signals to the implant that would make them do specific tasks they had been trained to do. The tasks they required were quite simple. Patrol, Rest, Eat, Return to kennel and be submissive to allow the kennel staff to feed them. So if you had three dogs guarding a property then one could always be resting or eating while the others patrolled. it meant you didn’t have to have a highly paid guard watching the dogs all day.

Then the larger customers wanted more control. I started working on what else could be done. I tried to train them to fetch specific coloured ball which was fine but they didn’t understand blue and if you said bring the red one they would bring the green. I was starting to think that sue was right.

As I added more controls to the male dogs they went off breeding. Not something you need when you are breeding dogs. All the new brain signals were scrambling their primal functions.

I brought two of the male dogs into the lab and cleared the program in their collars and just set it to transmit and receive to and from a females collar. I then went and brought in a female who was on heat. I chained her collar to a cage in the middle of the room. I switched all the collars on and connected them to the computer.

I could see that the were all communicating but there was no interest what so ever.

I reached down into the box of collars and hooked out a female one. I plugged it into the computer then put it round my neck being careful to hold onto the key to release it. I reached for the control box on the handle end of the lead and switched it to monitor only. There was almost no traffic on the network at all everyone seemed to be in standby mode. I set my controller to transmit and went on the computer and searched for dog sex thinking it would bring up images or videos of dogs mating.

But images of dogs having sex with girls started popping up. I was in a panic. I tried shutting them down but as soon as I shut one down others would pop up. I had images and videos all over the screen. I thought I would get into trouble from my ISP. I was in a blind panic. There was a notice on the screen saying the FBI are watching me and I would be fined.

Then all of a sudden I was knocked back on my arm chair by one of the dogs forcing himself between my legs. The force knocked the key from my hand. The dog easily out weighed me. I couldn’t think how to fight him. Then I could feel his cock ramming at my crotch. I put my hand up to grab his collar and push him away but he clamped his teeth round my wrist. As his teeth started to press into the skin I felt a sudden surge as the amplified nerve signals connected from the saliva on his teeth to my nerves.

He was sending a primal signal to me to stop struggling. This must be from the days when they used to hunt their food. Making their prey stop struggling while they ripped bits off it. The primal signals were hardwired into them and were far more powerful than our thought driven processes. I found myself almost paralysed unable to fight or move as he rammed against my crotch. Then I felt my knickers starting to rip. I made a frantic effort to escape when the other dog clamped his jaw around my other wrist. I got the sense from them that I had lost the fight and should give up and let them do what they want. Then I felt my knickers rip completely and he was pushing inside me.

Then I felt an overbearing feeling of victory from him as he impaled himself in me. The pleasure from him was far more than I had ever felt and I started to orgasm out of control. Then I could feel the delight from the dog impaled in me as he felt my silivri escort orgasm. As I convulsed during my orgasm he would pull on the chain and thrust into me in time with my convulsions. When I recovered he was still pumping away and pretty soon I was coming again. I must have come four times before he had finished. Then he lay knotted on top of me. Then I felt his semen flooding inside me. He must have laid there for a few minutes before he pulled out. Then I felt his semen dripping out of me and down the chair. I looked round and saw a wooden chair near me and thought if i could get to that I could fend them off while I escaped. The dogs must have understood what I was thinking as the other dog went and sat by the chair. The dog that had been on top of me clamped his jaw round my wrist even tighter and held me in place. He was just trying to maintain control as the other dog came back over and mounted me. He slid in easily with all the semen leaking from me.

Oh my god how long will they keep this up.

Then he was pumping inside me. I was soaking wet down there with semen and this meant we were conducting to each other through the moisture. Pretty soon i was orgasming again and then another three times before he was done. Their joy for want of a better word was overpowering all my normal senses. I thought that when he was done I will make a dash for the door. The first dog grabbed hold of the chain that was attached to my collar as if to say you are not going anywhere.

He must have caught the submissive button as all of a sudden I felt really powerless and stopped struggling completely. I tried to see if I could reach the buttons but he pulled the box out the way. The chain was wrapped around my neck and as he bit down onto the chain i could feel his commands going straight into the chip in my neck. I was completely paralysed. They would probably end up fucking me to death.

Then the second dog knotted in me flooding even more semen inside me. When he had done and pulled out I made another effort to escape but none of my commands would overpower the signal into my neck. After they had rested the dog with the chain dragged me over to the far side of the room away from the door. How could they work this out. They must be using my thoughts to defeat everything I think of. The room used to be a gym and there was a couple of exercise machines and a sit up bench in that corner and they dragged me across the floor on my hands and knees. And pulled me face down over the sit up bench. Then I don’t know how but they tangled the loop on the chain onto something and my head was pulled tight onto the bench. I tried to reach the hook on the lead to undo it from the collar but one of the dogs bit into my hand and dragged it behind my back and gave the signal not to struggle. Using my hand as leverage he straddled me and pulled himself astride me. Then I felt his dick nudging into me again. Then he let go of my hand and grabbed the chain in his teeth. He must have worked out that this improved his control over me. Using the chain as leverage he rammed himself inside me again. I was now connected to him at both ends the signals were overpowering me and I started to orgasm straight away. I could feel his pleasure at having me under their control. Then the other dog saw me reaching for the chain again and grabbed my wrist. Now I was completely in their control and all I could do was lay there and let them do whatever they wanted. Having had me a few minutes earlier I knew he would be fucking me for some time. In the end I had another four orgasms before he knotted in me again. As he lay on top of me I felt him nibbling at the back of my neck I think he realised that was where the signals seemed strongest. He was licking the small lump in my neck where the chip was then I felt him grip my neck and started to sink a tooth into the lump. There was a sudden jolt as he connected and I orgasmed again. He was getting ready to pull out but i knew I could not think of what I was going to do as they would immediately block me. I would have to hope to act quicker than they can. He finally pulled out and came round to the side of the bench and clamped my neck in his jaws with his teeth planted either side of the chip. The command to not struggle was now so overpowering I couldn’t move. I had hoped to undo the chain while they swapped over.

God help me if I survived I was going to be covered in bites at this rate.

Then I felt the other dog straddle me. He copied what the other dog had done and gripped the chain in his teeth and started to ram into me. But he was probing at my anus.

Not there please I thought. I had never done anal it wasn’t something I fancied.

He could feel my thoughts and carried on pressing even harder. He was proving that he owned me and would do anything he wanted to me. Then I felt him opening me up. I thought I was going to split. This made him more determined and pretty soon his head was inside me and he continued ramming until he was impaled up to the hilt. The pain was unbearable he sensed this and his pleasure was so strong I started orgasming again. He must have pumped away for a good fifteen or twenty minutes then I could feel him trying to ram his knot into me. I tried not to think of the pain as this only made him worse. I was sure i was bleeding from the rough way he had been ramming in me. Then I felt him grab the chain tight and pull back then he rammed his knot all the way into me. The pain was indescribable then I felt his semen flooding into me. He must have laid on top of me for another fifteen minutes before he could tuzla escort pull out. While he was distracted I had managed to unclip the lead and the other dog had let go of my neck so that he could have another go.

All of a sudden I jumped up and jumped off the bench onto the climbing frame on the wall. Obviously the dogs hadn’t thought of me being able to climb. And just thought if they can keep me corralled in this corner I would not be able to escape. I climbed to the top of the frame where I could reach the windows. I opened one and climbed through and jumped down outside. I hadn’t locked the house as I had not planned on going out.

The first thing I did was find the spare collar keys and took my collar off. I then went straight up stairs and showered. I washed as much semen out as I could and washed my bum. There was a little blood but not as much as I expected. Once I had got rid of the semen I went and got a bottle of vodka and soaked in a bath for nearly an hour and got drunk. I checked all my bites they weren’t too bad but I’m sure I would have bruises in the morning

The dogs could stay where they were tonight and perhaps they would see who is the master when they have no food.

Having unwound with half a bottle of vodka I went to bed. I couldn’t sleep all I could think of was the amazing satisfying sex. If it hadn’t been for the fear and terror I would have still been in there with the dogs now. I knew there and then that this would not be the last time I would have sex with the dogs.

I would just have to work out a way of doing it safely. But strangely I didn’t want it to be too safe I wanted them to dominate me. Having eventually got off to sleep I woke in the morning with a hangover. I got up and after breakfast and a couple of strong coffees I went to see the dogs. I took a control box a couple of leads and some dog food. I slowly opened the door and pushed two bowls of food in. As the dogs came running I set them to be submissive and then I let them eat. I chained one of them and took him to his kennel and locked him in. then came back and did the same with the other. Then I realised the female dog was in here somewhere. I found her cowering in the corner. It looks like the males found a substitute for me and had their fun with her. I took her and put her in her kennel and gave her some food.

I cleaned the lab up and found the computer on the floor where I dropped it the battery was flat so I put it on charge. I opened up the browser and all the images and videos were still there. I shut the computer down and restarted it and checked the search history. I searched to see if watching animal porn was illegal it seems its not in this country. I opened up each page individually noting the ones that caused pop ups and deleted them. Eventually I had about a dozen bestiality sites that seemed safe. I started going through them and bookmarked the videos that showed various positions for sex with dogs. Then I found some videos of girls sucking dogs cocks. I found them quite compelling but I didn’t know if I wanted to do that but I bookmarked them anyway. Then I modified the collar so that I could undo it without a key. I removed the chain and found an all steel choker chain and put as mall padlock on it so that it could not pull too tight. I tried it round my neck and adjusted it to fit. I modified two collars and put the control buttons on the collars. I modified mine with three buttons one for transmit to send what I was watching. One for submissive and one for off. I programmed the chip to always receive whoever was connected. I knew that if I set the collar to submissive they could do anything they wanted to me. I think I was turning into a complete dog slut. I could do with some shopping but dare not go into town covered in bites so I lay in the garden and enjoyed the sun the rest of the day going through in my mind if i had covered everything. Later that day I phoned the kennel girl to get me some shopping, I told her I wasn’t well and I would transfer some money to her account. The following morning she arrived and dropped the shopping off and went to feed the animals. I must admit to wondering if I could train her up as a dog bitch.

When she had finished her work and gone I locked the house and hid the key and went to the lab and set my chair up facing the laptop on the table. I made sure the collars were all charged up and fitted my collar and my chain to my neck. Then I went and brought the first dog in and put his collar on and put him in a cage and locked it. Then I went and got the other dog and put his collar on and put him on a long lead so that he could only go where I wanted him to go. Then I locked the lab door from the inside. I wasn’t expecting anyone but you never know. Then I removed my jeans and knickers. In the end I decided to strip completely naked. My heart was pounding this was my last chance to stop. I turned my collar on to transmit and receive and I put the dog to transmit and receive only with no control. I put on the porn and started watching. The dog was straight over forcing himself between my legs. I took my chain and placed it between his teeth. There was a sudden flash as we connected but he wasn’t happy and grabbed the section of chain around my neck. It was already a good fit and he started pulling it tight. He pushed my head back into the chair and used the chain as leverage to force himself inside me. He was quickly embedded inside me and just as quickly I was orgasming. He continued to fuck me until i had orgasmed three times. He didn’t seem to be forcing me not to struggle as I was letting üsküdar escort him do what he wanted. I started to think I enjoyed being overpowered and would probably have to struggle more. When he had done he pulled out and just laid on the floor. I started watching the porn again with girls in doggy position. He pricked his ears up and came over to me he took my wrist in his mouth and sent the signal not to struggle.

He pulled me out of the chair and then dragged me round and lay me face down on the chair. Then he grabbed the chain in his jaws and dragged me back towards him as he thrust into me.

Oh god no this was the one who had anal sex with me and he was intent on doing the same again. He could feel I didn’t want it but this made him more excited and pretty soon he was stretching my hole to its limit again. And pretty soon I was orgasming from his joy. He must have lasted at least fifteen minutes before he pulled back and used the chain round my neck to ram his knot inside me again. He lay quietly on top of me for quite some time. He was licking and nibbling my neck and I could feel his joy at me being powerless. He knew I would be his bitch from now on. Then I could feel him trying to pull out but he wasn’t moving. Then he grabbed the chain round my neck and started to pull me off the chair. He was half riding me and half pushing me. I could have collapsed on the floor and he would be powerless to move me, but I wanted to see what he was planning. He was trying to drag me to the caged dog but just before we reached him his lead pulled tight. I could sense he was annoyed. I thought he might do that that’s why I had brought both dogs in. I needed to show them that they could only do as much as I wanted them to. Then he turned me round and rode me over to the sit up bench again. He started dragging me onto he bench when I felt the chain going tight. It had snagged on the base somewhere. He thought I was fighting him which made him drag me harder. He was trying to wedge my shoulders between the leg stirrups and the chain was strangling me. I managed to hook the chain over the lower stirrup which gave me bit more slack but as he continued to push it forced my face down on the bench. Then when he had me in place he tried again to pull free. As he dragged me back I got a bit more slack and after a couple of tugs he was free. It hurt as much coming out as going in. Then as he walked away I started to pull up the bench to get the chain free. Then he was stood back over me biting my neck making me stop struggling you have been beaten. It felt like a grown up patting a child’s head when they have lost a game. I knew I had to turn on my back. I couldn’t bear to have his dick in my arse again I was already in agony. I did manage to turn over but my shoulders were wedged between the leg stirrups and my head was pulled back by the chain. I think I was in a worse position now than before.

Not sure how long I had laid there but every time I tried to move he would come over and bite at my neck and command me to stay still. I started to remember the images of the girls being fucked by dogs and started to try to get free. He was straight over straddling the bench forcing his way between my thighs. As much as I could I tried to struggle against him. I couldn’t get my hands to him as I was wedged but I could wriggle my hips. I wasn’t trying to stop him I just wanted him to overpower me. He leant forward and closed his mouth round the top of my shoulder near my neck. Then I felt his command to lay still. I did as he commanded but as soon as he let go I struggled again. I cant believe I was making him rape me. Then I started to orgasm again and the pleasure he felt as he pounded me in time with my convulsions and at defeating me and making me his bitch made me continue to orgasm for longer than i thought possible. He must have made me come three more times before he finished. While he lay there knotted he was nibbling at my neck he seamed very pleased with me. When he finally pulled free he went over to his cage for some food.

I now managed to crawl up the bench and roll off the end and free the chain and remove it. I also removed the collar. I suddenly felt very alone not having the connection. I went over to his cage and removed his collar and gave him a hug to let him know he hadn’t done anything wrong. I took the pair of them back to their kennels and locked them up for he night. Then I went and showered had some food and started browsing some more dog porn for inspiration. After a few beers I had an early night. I hadn’t felt this satisfied in ages.

I woke late after a strange nights sleep and some very bizarre dreams. I had some breakfast and decided to walk down to the kennels to see how the kennel maid was doing. As I walked down the cages I heard some unusual noises and as I approached one of the kennels there was the kennel maid laid across the dogs sleeping shelf being fucked by one of the males. I stood there for a while and took out my phone and filmed her. She was facing away from me and was oblivious to me. When she had done she stood up and turned round and saw me there.

He was raping me miss help me.

It looked like you were enjoying it. How often have you been doing it.

Just this once

Are you sure we can soon check the security tapes.

About four weeks sometime two or three times a day.

Well that explains why the dogs have gone off mating. You have fucked them to a standstill.

Are you going to sack me miss.

No on the contrary I think you need to move into the spare room. We can probably do the small building up as a bedsit flat if you want.

Or I could share with you if you like.

Are you coming on to me. Are you into girls.

And dogs it would seem.

I showed her my bites. You’re not the only one.

To be continued

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[b]”Let’s play a game”[/b]

(1975) I loved the smell of the old Greyhound bus station, something about the exhaust from all those busses. But my Ma didn’t seem to like it there much; she seemed kind of nervous. Maybe I am confusing her disdain of the filthy bus station with the trepidation she must have felt with sending me, her thirteen-year old boy, off to Texas for a month. I don’t, but I did what I could to calm her, which meant doing what she said, promising to write and telling her how much I would miss her. Nearly thirty years later, I still wonder how she scraped-up the money for that bus ticket. Anyway, I got on the half-full bus and rode south out of St. Louis that evening with my poor mom on my mind, a backpack on my lap, and a window seat.

About three hours into my trip, the driver announced we would be stopping at the Poplar Bluff bus station. I closed my old dog-eared copy of The Fellowship of the Rings and looked out my window. I had never been to Poplar Bluff, and what I saw of it through my window didn’t imprint much on my memory – a small quiet town near the boot heel of Missouri.

The driver announced we could depart the bus, but it would be pulling out forty-five minutes later. The bus station was much smaller than St Louis’ was; it seemed older too. When I stepped from the bus with my back-pack slung over my shoulder, the driver reminded me when to re-board.

I found the men’s restroom. I peed and noticed an old coin operated machine on the wall that sold condoms. I had seventy-five cents but no need for a condom, though, according to the ad slogan, they were “guaranteed to please her”. I had no HER either, but I sure wanted one. My oldest brother had a girlfriend; she was a dream! Looking around, exploring, I found a tiny gift shop, closed for the night. I peered inside, saw a magazine rack. They sold Playboys! Then a row of vending machines caught my attention, but I had to save my money, and I had food in my pack, so, leaving the vending area, I looked around for something interesting to do, someone to talk to. That’s when I noticed her.

A pretty girl in a red dress sat not far from me. When I looked over at her, she smiled at me and gave me a little wave. Blushing, I waved back, straightening my shoulders, trying to look older, more cool.

She had a little backpack too, in her lap, and at her feet was a large old suitcase. I didn’t want to stare, and I didn’t have the nerve to approach her, so I kinda wandered off, peeking at her now and then.

Near the ticket counter, I found a giant map of the U.S. on the wall. I loved maps. It had little red dots showing where all the Greyhound bus stations were. I was trying to count them when a commotion started behind me.

“God dammit! You trying to rob me?” A big old guy hollered at the clerk behind the counter. He was wearing one of those wife-beater T-shirts; it was filthy, his gut protruding comically between the mismatched suspenders holding up his cut-off jeans. He was unshaven, and I swore I could smell his body odor over the fumes of the six busses parked outside. “That’s twice as much as it cost me to send her last year, you fuckin’ thief!”

I watched closely as the ticket-clerk stood up from his chair and explained to the redneck. “She was only twelve last year, that’s why it cost you less. She’s thirteen now, and we charge adult-fare for her.” the clerk explained sternly. “I clearly recall having this argument last summer . . .sir.”

“Thirteen my ass!” the redneck cried. He spun around and hollered, “Becky get your ass over here.” I saw the girl in the red dress hop up from her seat and run over toward us. “Tell this ass-wipe how old you are.”

“Thirteen, sir,” little Becky replied. She looked over at me briefly. She seemed embarrassed, so I turned around and pretended to examine the big map.

“Fuck!” the redneck hollered. I heard little Becky cry out, so I spun around quickly enough to see the redneck picking her up by the scruff of her neck, holding her in front of the clerk’s ticket window. “Tell him how old you really are!”

“Twelve,” she said meekly. “Really!” The redneck dropped her, and glared at the clerk. And, to my surprise, the clerk produced a bus ticket. “Daddy, that hurt.”

“Shut the fuck up and get back to your seat,” he hollered, handing her the ticket and putting his wallet back in his shorts. He gave me a quick glare, scaring me. I fled for the safety of the bus.

From my window seat I watched Becky, as she sat dejected in her seat. I hoped she was getting on this bus; maybe she would sit by me. I fogged up the window staring at her, watching her father berate her and finally lead her to my bus. I sat stiffly in my seat, praying she would sit close by. I pulled my backpack off the seat and set it on the floor, just incase by some miracle she wanted to sit there.

I saw her walking down the aisle, eyes downcast, her hands gripping her pack. She didn’t look at the open seat or me, just past by. My heart sank. As we pulled out of the station, I hopped up on my seat, looked toward the back of the bus, trying to spot her. She was sitting alone, all the way in the back, looking right at me. I plopped back down in my seat and considered joining her. She sure had looked sad.

Though no where on the scale of her’s, my own father could be an ass too; we had that in common and maybe we could talk about that. I fidgeted and squirmed in indecision. After several minutes, I was no closer to convincing myself she would want me to sit by her. I began to act it out, you know, like I was approaching her, saying hello to her, and began talking to her. I was animated, practicing my moves. I tried, sitting in my seat by the window, to look cool and calm. I waved at nothing, smiling like a champ.

“Whatcha’ doin’?”

I spun around in my seat. Becky was behind me, looking over the backs of the seats right at me!

“It looks like you’re talking to yourself,” she continued, maltepe escort looking at me with concern. “Well?”

The truth might work, I thought. “I was. . .” I stammered. “I was practicing coming back and talking to you.” She looked confused. “I wanted to look cool, you know. Not like a jerk or something. But I suppose I look pretty much like a jerk right now.”

Her little blond head disappeared behind the seat. And then smiling, she appeared in the aisle beside my empty seat. She sat down in my empty seat!

“What’s your name?” she asked sweetly, her words heavy with a country accent.

“Dan,” I answered holding out my hand to her. She took it. “You’re Becky?” She nodded, blushing a bit.

“I guess you heard my daddy raising hell back there.”

“Sounded a bit like my dad,” I said. “Becky, I know how embarrassing parents can be. My dad yells a lot, too.”

She had pretty blue eyes and wore her hair braided in two pigtails, tied with red ribbons that matched her polka-dotted dress. We began a long discussion, sharing our family secrets, our pasts and our plans for the future. Little Becky could really talk. I mean a lot – talk and talk. She was full of stories! I looked into her blue eyes and her voice would blur as I daydreamed about having a girlfriend like her. Although I didn’t live in Poplar Bluff, I imagined that, if Becky was my girlfriend, we could go to Six Flags together, ride one of those dark rides!

“I said watcha reading there,” Becky said. I snapped out of my daydreaming, blinking and embarrassed. I told her about my book. It was my second time reading it. I started telling her a little bit about the Lord of the Rings trilogy, but a glazed, uninterested look came over her.

“You’re nice, Dan,” she said, interrupting me. “Let’s play a game.”

“Okay.”

“We have to go back to my seat, across the bus, so we can see the cars.”

I didn’t really know what she meant, but I grabbed my pack and eagerly followed her to the back of the bus. We reached her seats, she told me to sit by her window, and when she sat down, she was right next to me! I felt a little uncomfortable, never really having been that close to a girl . As she explained the game, I got an aching feeling in my pants.

“We watch for cars with only one head light!” Well it sounded easy enough. But I didn’t see much point in it. My confusion must have shown, because she continued, “And . . . when we see one . . . ” she paused, allowing the suspense to build, “you can kiss me.” Wow! She studied me closely. “You know how to kiss, right?” I nodded, though I had never kissed a girl. “Good.” I figured that I could figure it out on the fly. The traffic was pretty heavy across the interstate, being the weekend, travelers and all. “Have you played this game before?”

I shook my head.

She said, “I have, but not with these rules.”

I was watching out the window, pretty anxious, kinda scared. “How many girls have you kissed, Dan?” I looked over at her. I wondered how many girls I should have kissed at my age. What was the proper amount, dammit? “You haven’t kissed any girls, have you?” I shook my head, shamed. “That’s alright Dan. I’m sure you’ll be a good kisser. You do want to kiss me, don’t you?” I nodded emphatically. “Well. . . watch then! Watch out there.” She pointed across the interstate. She snuggled up closer to me. “I’ll help you watch, we’ll make sure nothing gets by.”

I really liked her southern accent, and the way she smelled too. It was nice having her so close to me, the bus ride was getting a lot more interesting, certainly more fun than reading Tolkien. Then I saw a vehicle with only one headlight! Suddenly I found myself hoping it was a motorcycle, then I hoped it wasn’t, and then . . .

“There Danny There!” she cried, pointing to the car I had seen.

I looked over at her, nervous as can be. I felt her hand cover mine; it was warm, a little moist, so I thought she might be nervous too, which made it a little easier. I squeezed my eyes shut, pressed my lips together, leaned toward her, and gave her a kiss right on her chin. Oops. I tried again, quickly readjusting my aim and finding her lips. We kissed, and held hands. Dude, do I have to tell you how hard my little pecker was? No. I bet I don’t. We kissed for several long seconds, before she pulled away.

“That was pretty good Dan,” she said. I smiled from ear to ear. “We don’t want to miss the next one, do we?”

I shook my head, and she pointed out the window. This was a great game! She was pressed very close to me now; so friendly. My attention was divided between the oncoming traffic and her little hand, her fingers entwined with mine. Then another one-headlight car passed, which I proudly pointed out, turning to receive my prize. She was ready and waiting, so I leaned forward, keeping my eyes open a just a little longer this time, and kissed her again.

“Much better, Dan,” Becky said with encouragement, making me proud. I opened my eyes while I was kissing her and her eyes were open too! When our gazes met, she began to kiss me very hard and pushed her tight body hard against mine, shoving me against the window. I loved that; she seemed so eager and happy to be kissing me. Soon I was watching for more one-lighted cars, my breath fogging the window, Becky’s hand holding mine tightly. We found another car, and another and another. Before long, I was a kissing machine, making Becky very happy. She said so!

“I like it when you kiss me, Dan,” she said sweetly into my ear. Her breath felt funny on me there, made me tingly. But the magic was soon broken; the bus driver announced another stop. Becky was soon talking away again, telling me about her cat and dog, as we rode through another sleepy town in the boot-heel of Missouri.

She was nestled closely to me, but when the bus came to a stop in the tiny station, wondering what we would do now, I was hoping manavgat escort and praying that this wasn’t her stop. I wanted to take a walk with Becky, or sit right here with her. I just didn’t know what was going to happen. Becky had it all figured out though.

“C’mon Dan!” She said hopping out of her seat, holding out her hand. I eagerly took it, stood and followed her up the aisle, adjusting my little pecker in my pants. We hopped off the bus, and explored all over. I bought us an Orange Crush to share. She seemed to love it, so I insisted she hold on to it. I found another map and showed her where I lived. She asked where I was going. I pointed it out on the map.

“Wow, way down there,” she said in awe. She pointed at Houston. “I get off here, the day after tomorrow.” My heart leapt at the thought of spending so much time with her.

When the bus driver hollered, I grabbed Becky’s hand and we ran back to the bus. I let her have the window seat this time, and pulled some chips out of my pack and shared them with her. When we got back on the interstate, we resumed our game. Now, while we stared out the window, I practice kissing her neck. She wiggled with delight when I put my tongue in her ear, and shivered when I nibbled on her earlobe.

“That feels so good, Dan.” While I held her one hand, she placed her other on my leg and rubbed it some when I made her feel especially good. She would speak out when she saw a car with only one light and we would kiss, now with our mouths open, for a long, long time. Some cars may have gotten by us. And then I felt her tongue slip into my mouth. I loved that, her little tongue playing with mine. We hardly stopped kissing at all. Our corner in the back of the bus was dark and deserted. We were left alone. My hands began to roam her little body while we kissed. I explored her without the slightest resistance.

When we finally stopped kissing for a moment, catching our breaths, she told me something astounding. “I have little boobs, Dan.” She said quietly. I looked down at her chest, seeing her two small boobs pressed against her dress. I was in awe of this girl and she giggled a little at me. “You can feel them,” she said. “If you want to, that is, I’ll let you touch them for a little while.”

I did! Yeah! I nodded. She took my hand and placed it on her chest. I massaged her little boobs with wonder, feeling and pinching her little nipples, hardly noticing her hand moving slowly up my leg. I jumped when it reached my lap and gasped.

“Your little cock is hard, Dan,” she said. Feeling ashamed, I nodded my head. She looked at me with some sympathy in her eyes, and rose from her seat. She reached above us, into an overhead bin, and removed a little blue blanket and two pillows. I put the pillows in the corner by her window, so she could lean back against them, and she spread the blanket over us. I felt so evil! When she sat down, she leaned back against her pillows with a thankful smile. Then she sat up again, and turned her back to me.

“Unbutton my dress Dan,” she ordered.

I fumbled with several buttons, until her dress fell open far enough for me to make out the top of her little ass. She wore no bra, thankfully, that would have slowed us down. She lay back in her seat again, and pulled the blanket up under her chin. I watched her wiggle around as she smiled at me wickedly. Soon, I could make out her hands moving under the blanket near her lap. Then she spread the blanket over my lap and reached for my hand. I felt under the blanket. She had slid her dress down to her waist! She let my hands wander over her little belly button, and to her breasts, all the while looking into my eyes. I could tell she liked the feel of my hands, from the sounds she was making, little ews and ahs. Her small breasts were less than a handful, but rounded and firm. She liked it when I touched them lightly, and she liked it when I squeezed them, too. She especially liked it when I tugged on her nipples, I could tell because she kissed me hard when I did, and her hand traveled back to my lap. And on my lap, her little fingernails began to tickle and lightly scratch my cock through pants!

“Oh Becky,” I moaned, breaking our kiss. She smiled at me knowingly, and found my zipper.

“Can I take it out and play with it, Dan?” She asked. Yes, please! While she unzipped my shorts, I unfastened my belt. The blanket had slipped off my lap, so I saw her hand disappear beneath my underwear. I thought her little fingers were full of magic when she wrapped them around my cock.

“Becky,” I groaned. She giggled in glee at my excitement, her hand beginning to pump me up and down.

“Does that feel good, Danny?” she asked, kissing my ear. She shifted even closer to me and the blanket slipped down her front, exposing her tiny tits to me which were suddenly illuminated by the lights of a passing semi. I stared at them in wonder and felt her other hand gently grab my balls. “Oh you look so excited. I’m glad you feel so good.”

Watching her tits, feeling her hands, I was lost, my legs twitching. It all felt so natural when she cooed in my ear, she was my friend and she was pleasing me with her hand pumping my cock. “Oh boy, Dan, your sure are hard!” Her hand was flying up and down, while her other hand cupped my balls, squeezing them lightly. She giggled softly into my ear wheni started to thrust my hips up and down; an odd feeling was quickly overcoming me. Our eyes met, and she comprehended my state.

“Squirt it out Danny, it’ll feel so good, squirt, squirt.” She knew! She knew the feeling that was rushing through me like a big fast wave! My sperm began to fly into the air, falling onto the blanket, my chest, and her hand. “Danny, oh Danny!” she giggled with glee. Her hands grew slick with fluids, sliding up and down my shaft, coaxing my balls; I was in heaven. Finally, I stopped coming. My cock grew very sensitive; her pumping causing me to twist marmaris escort around in my seat. “Oh!” she cried. “Mm.” I felt feint as she pulled her hands off me, and began rubbing my tummy and leg. She was so sweet.

“Becky,” I admitted. “That was the best thing ever!” She smiled at me sweetly.

“I think you should pull that blanket up, Danny, and cover yourself,” she said looking down at my cock. “Maybe you should slip your shorts and underwear off. You’ll be a lot more comfortable, wouldn’t you?” I hadn’t considered that! I hesitated, thinking of the trouble that we could get in if discovered in such disarray. “It’s ok,” she promised. “We have a blanket.” I leaned over and looked up the long aisle. It seemed very quiet, peaceful on our bus. Looking back at her, I was indecisive.

“I’ll take my little panties off if you do.” I set a land-speed record for undressing, pulling the blanket quickly over my lap. Becky gave me a loving smile, and leaned over, laying her head on my lap, looking up at me with an evil grin. She sat up, though, holding my shorts and underwear. She folded them neatly and slid them under her seat. “We don’t want you to get them all wrinkled or have your wallet fall out,” she explained. She put her arms under the blanket and began to slide her undies off. She showed them to me, smiling, before she put them with my shorts. “There!”

“Have you ever felt a girl down there, Danny?” she asked me shyly.

“No,” I admitted. “You’re the first girl I’ve ever kissed. Your boobs are the first I’ve ever touched.” This seemed to please her, make her proud.

“Would you like to touch me down there?” she asked kindly.

“I don’t know what to do really,” I confessed. “Yes though, but I hope I don’t…”

“You’ll be just fine. You learned how to kiss so well,” she explained. She held my hand, leading it slowly between her legs. She was very wet down there. I was surprised. “It’s cause I am excited, I didn’t pee or nothing.” I felt relieved as my hand roamed between her warm thighs.

“Oh. . . see. . . right there,” she moaned. I snuggled real close to her, and began to kiss her gently as I slowly learned how to please her. After a minute of fumbling around, I managed to insert a finger into her. It was really tight where my finger went, and soft. And wet. And hot! Suddenly her tongue was dancing wildly in my mouth, I was rubbing her just right. I felt a little nub just above where I was sliding my finger in and out of her, my finger was brushing against it with each thrust. She began to squeal with delight. Her legs clamped tight around my hand but I kept fingering her and rubbing that little nub. My pinky dipped below her little wet pussy, sliding between her ass cheeks and touching her little asshole. Oops! I thought that I really screwed-up but she suddenly pulled her legs up, her arms wrapping around my head.

“Oh yes! Touch it again, slide it in,” she moaned. I thought it was kinda weird, but I really wanted to please her, whatever it took. It was tough on my wrist, trying to work my pinky into her ass, so I used my other hand to rub her little nub, while I violated her little holes. Her butt hole was just as warm as her pussy, maybe a little tighter! She was wiggling and moaning like mad, no way I could try to kiss her then, so I just watched, the blanket having slipped off her in her excitement. I was working several fingers into her now, and Becky suddenly started to shiver, and a few moments later grabbed my hands, still shaking. I stopped what I was doing, recalling how sensitive I got right after I had squirted. She was breathing in big gulps of air, her body had gotten kinda sweaty, it glistened when headlights shown through our window. I thought she was the prettiest thing I ever saw!

She told me I made her feel Real good. Real good.

“You’re so nice and gentle with me Dan, so sweet, I’m so glad to be with you.” She slid her nearly naked body next to mine. She was so soft everywhere I touched her. I leaned back and she lay her head on my lap. I pulled the blanket over her shoulder and hips, covering her and slid my hands underneath so I could fondle her boobs. She was letting me do the naughtiest things! Things I had never ever imagined doing. My little pecker was growing hard again, and made a little teepee right in front of her face as I was feeling her soft skin. She lifted her head a bit and slid the blanket off my lap, and lay her head back down looking at my little cock.

“I’m going to make you squirt again, Danny.” As I ran my fingers through her hair, I felt something real wet sucking on the head of my prick. She took me into her mouth! I felt her little tongue massaging me. “Mm,” she moaned. It made me tingle when she did that. Slowly, she took more and more of me into her mouth, while cupping my balls with her hand.

Our bus pulled off the interstate as she gripped the base of my cock with her other hand, and slowly pumped it up and down while sucking on me. She was getting spit all over me and it felt great, slippery like. She wasn’t grossed out or anything, and those noises she made convinced me she was happy to be pleasing me again. She was slurping and humming sweetly, jacking me off and fondling my balls, which were getting wetter with her spit.

Her head started bobbing up and down as she took more and more of me into her mouth, until I felt It hit the back of her mouth and slip a bit down her throat. It would have made me gag! But not Becky. Nope, she just sucked real hard then, like she was drinking a thick shake through a thin straw. Sucking. Moaning. Rubbing my balls. It made me get that feeling again. It came on me faster this time, much more powerful. I told her. I warned her I was gonna squirt again, but she was so happy to be pleasing me, she kept sucking and sucking, my cock pretty deep down her throat. I squirted and squirted, my hips lifting us both nearly out of our seats. She was squealing with delight, with my cock in her mouth, as I squirted and squirted, she sounded so pleased. When I regained my senses, our bus was pulling into a dark bus station. I heard the front doors of the bus hiss open, and I saw a passenger and the driver get off.

Continued…

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Daughter Comforts Her Divorced Daddy

Would you say that a sweetheart romance is one of the sweetest, purest form of love?

I used to.

Brenda and I dated since high-school. I went through uni with her, and when she decided she wanted to be a nurse, I took a shitty job, and I funded her through that.

We made it, though. And I never felt more certain about anything in my life. We married, put a mortgage down on a house and started a family. I thought we’d build a life together forever.

How wrong I was.

Brenda wanted a divorce. She felt too stifled to be with me, that she was too young to settle (despite being in her forties).

What the actual fuck?

It devastated me. I didn’t kick up a fuss. Why hold on to someone when they didn’t want you? So we divorced, Brenda and my beautiful daughter, Nia, stayed put while I moved in some shit hole apartment.

I was glad that Nia and I had a great relationship. When the shit hit the proverbial fan, I wasn’t sure what was going to happen. But despite being nineteen, Nia had a steady head on her shoulders. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not naïve enough to think this shit didn’t affect her, but I’ll damned if I don’t give as much support as I could for her.

Nia was perfect. She was smart, loving, and kind. Truly, the apple of my eye.

I was surprised that when everything came to crashing down; she was sad for me, and mad as hell at her mother. Of course, she didn’t take sides at first, but then she found out Brenda left me for another guy. She started a nursing job and fell head over heels for a doctor there.

Anyway, the first few weeks after we broke up, Nia insisted on visiting me. I moved into a shitty one bedroom bedsit in the city.

She brought me food and other things. Just generally fussing over me. It wouldn’t be unreasonable to say that maybe she felt guilty for what her mother did, but I wasn’t the type of asshole who’d poison her mother against her. Nia was always so kind-hearted and caring.

We got into a routine of her coming over, and we would just chill out watching Netflix. We’d snuggle up with snacks and whatnot, and I try not to pay attention to her breasts pressed against me. Nia was very touchy-feely and affectionate, so it wasn’t weird or anything.

What was weird was how it made me feel.

Christ, it must be because I was on the dry for far too long, but her warmth and feminine scent made my cock ache with painful need. I was glad that we had a blanket, too, so it was easier to hide my erection. The moment she left, I would jerk off straight after, having all these naughty fantasies of my daughter play out in my head.

I knew it was wrong and immoral, but I couldn’t get those delicious thoughts out of my head.

The thing was, Nia looked absolutely amazing. As much as it pained me as a father, I knew she was quite popular. She had maybe a few boyfriends, but ultimately, nothing serious. She was too pragmatic to have anything serious when she planned to go to university.

Fuck, there was that, too. It mattered to me to make sure I can help pay her way through uni.

And then, one day, it happened.

One Friday came around like usual. I got home from work, took a shower and settled in front of the TV with a few beers. The lads wanted me to hit the town, but I wasn’t ready yet. I didn’t mind a few drinks with friends, but the boys seemed to think the best way to get over my divorce was to get laid.

I wasn’t ready for a fling. What I was ready for was a take-out, and settling down to some of my favourite movies. Maybe a wank before bed if was feeling horny.

Life was simple and drama-free.

Then someone was rapping on the door at eleven. I sighed, paused the film and braced myself. I did try to ignore it, at first. Sometimes, the odd piss head mistook my apartment for somebody else’s, but whoever it was, was persistent.

I put on my stern face and opened the door, but left the safety chain on. I almost cursed, but instead of an asshole, it was Nia.

“What are you doing here? Date night is next Monday,” I grinned.

“Can I come in?”

I unlatched the safety chain and opened the door for her. I caught the musk of the perfume she was wearing as she walked past me. It was proper going out stuff, rich with a hint of sandalwood.

As she went to the kitchen to fill up a glass of water, I couldn’t help but check out what she was wearing. Short black dress that accentuated her generously sized breasts and the skirt short enough for easy access. She had make-up on, too. Not the stuff she usually wore.

She was out to impress, and a strange pang of jealousy twinged inside me, along with the stirrings of arousal. My daughter was drop dead gorgeous.

I shook away my thoughts, locked the door, and joined her on my sofa.

“Are you okay? If you’re going out to town, this isn’t the best venue,” I joked.

She grabbed a piece of tissue and dabbed her face, then chest. I tried my damndest to not look down. “Was out with Becky and Jenna and some other girls. It was Becky’s 20th and I couldn’t say no. Had a few drinks, shooed away a few guys who were being way too persistent, and danced until my legs started to ache. Tip, don’t dance with anything bigger than two-inch heels.”

“I’ll have to return my stilettos first thing. But why are you here?”

“Is this a bad time, daddy? Am intruding? Is there someone else here? I’ll leave if I am.”

“No, of course not. You’re welcome here anytime. But it’s keçiören escort a Friday night and there are better places to be.”

“As fun as it was going out with the girls,” she said, stealing a chip from my plate of food. “I’m much happier being with my favourite man in this world. I don’t find much fun being pestered with unwanted attention by other men.”

I swallowed. I like to think I’m a halfway decent bloke, but seeing Nia’s luscious legs and gorgeous body, I’d be tempted to hit on her, too.” Do you want a lift home? I haven’t had too many, so I’m good to drive.”

“Well… I was hoping you would let me stay the night.” She sighed, took a drink of her water, and sighed again. “I might have drunk-dialled mum. I was thinking about you and thinking about how silly she was being. I didn’t know what I was doing, really. And now we had a falling out, and I’m not ready to go home yet. Not tonight, anyway.”

I looked into her eyes. The green took on a deeper shade of emerald for some reason.”You can crash on my bed tonight. I got the sofa.”

She reached out and held my hand. It felt silky soft and slightly cold from her coming in from the outside. “I won’t put you out like that, dad. It’s your bed. It’s big enough for the both of us, isn’t it?”

“Y-yeah, it is. But…”

Her laughter was full of mirth. “No need to be shy now, daddy. Unless you don’t want to share a bed with a silly little girl like me.”

“Of course not, honey. If anything, you’re one of the most beautiful women I have ever known.”

“I didn’t peg you for a charmer, too,” she smiled.

***

I didn’t know how things ended up this way.

I was in my bed. Nia told me to carry on enjoying my Friday night and not to mind her, but I didn’t want to disturb her when I came in. So when she was ready to retire, I joined her.

My heart pounded hard against my ribcage. Nia was ‘freshening up’ in the bathroom while I waited nervously in bed.

God, I hadn’t felt this way since I was a teenager. The feeling wasn’t unlike the first time I asked if I could kiss my ex-wife behind the bike shed.

I heard the toilet flush down the hall and a moment later, Nia walked in wearing nothing but an oversized tee and her underwear.

She got in and turned away from me. “Thank you for letting me stay. Night, daddy,” she said over her shoulder.

“Night, sweetheart. Rest up.”

I had the duvet tucked right up to my neck. To be honest, I didn’t know what I should do. Nia was so close to me. The heat of her body was warming up the sheets. And, God, her smell. She smelled faintly of perfume, and maybe a touch of her own natural scent after dancing all night. But it didn’t offend me at all. Rather, it stirred up the desires inside me.

I bit my lip, and to not let my thoughts wander to dangerous territory. But she was right there. I squeezed my thighs together, praying that I wouldn’t get a boner. It’s been so long and yeah, I kinda missed sharing my bed with someone. Especially with a woman as beautiful as Nia.

Fuck. It was going to be a long night.

I think maybe twenty minutes had passed, with me focusing on my breathing and hoping I’d fall asleep soon, before Nia stirred.

“Daddy, are you awake?”

“Yeah. You okay?”

“Yes. Can I ask you a favour?”

If she asks for a drink, maybe I can go cool off. Rinse my face or something. “What is it?”

“Would it be inappropriate to ask you to cuddle me? It’s been such a long time, and I kinda miss it.”

I swallowed, a lump forming in my throat. “Yeah, sure. I, uhh, I don’t mind.”

Slowly, sidled over to her side of the bed. I felt stiff and rigid, but not in a good way. I didn’t know where to put my arms. I most certainly couldn’t press my crotch up against her ass. After some thought, I settled for being ramrod straight, trying to avoid pressing up against her ass and resting my arms on her shoulder blades. Try as I might, I wasn’t comfortable closing the inch wide gap between our bodies.

“Come here,” Nia said, reaching over and grabbing my hand. Before I could protest, she pulled my hand until my forearm was wrapped around her, resting under the weight of her breasts.

Then she wiggled her ass back, nestling against my crotch. “Much better.”

I sucked in a breath. I couldn’t decide if she was breathing deeply on purpose or not, but each inhale and exhale would cause her hips to move…

…which would ever so subtly grind against my rapidly hardening cock.

My chest tightened and my face was buried deep into her hair. Fuck, her scent was intoxicating.

My arm tightened around her, and I could feel the heft of her breasts pressing down against my forearm.

It’s been so fucking long since I been this close to someone… My cock pulsed to life with a vengeance, pressing deep into the valley of her ass.

“… sorry.” I muttered into the back of Nia’s head.

My heart was beating so hard, I was sure she could feel it hammering against her back. Desire and shame coursed through my blood in equal measure. I knew she would get up and leave. It was wrong pressing against her like this. I ruined our relationship. The most important person in my life and I messed it up.

But still, I couldn’t help but relish the moment. Savour it like the pathetic man I am before I lose her warmth forever.

But her rejection never came.

“It’s fine,” she whispered, her breath deep and husky. “This isn’t the first time I’ve been küçükçekmece escort spooned. I knew you might have a reaction. Even if it’s a silly little girl like me.”

“No,” I rasped. Nia was in her prime and she looked fucking amazing. If anything, she carried a graceful beauty about her. No, right now it was a something else entirely. Something that stirred the lust deep in me. Something wholly sexual. “I’m feeling this way, because it’s you, Nia. You’re having this effect on me.”

I felt her chuckle. “Daddy, you’re lonelier than I realised. You need to find a girlfriend if I’m winding you up.”

I couldn’t control myself. I squeezed her tighter, pulling her harder against me, so she could feel how hard my cock was for her. It pressed against the entrance of her pussy, separated by a few layers of fabric. Nia let out a whimper.

“It’s wrong for me to say this, but a part of me sees you as a woman, Nia. But I couldn’t take advantage of you like that. You’re my precious daughter. But you’re here right now, and I’m struggling to contain myself.”

Her hand brushed over mine, caressing the back of my hand with her fingertips, leaving a trail of electricity along its path.

“I need to go,” I swallowed. “Before I’m tempted to do something that I shouldn’t.”

I swallowed down a lump in my throat. My vision was going blurry with lust. But I couldn’t do that to Nia. She’s been so supportive of me all this time. I couldn’t repay her by taking advantage of her.

I moved to leave, to resign myself to the sofa, but her hand clasped my wrist.

“Nia…”

She guided my hand downward until it rested over her mons.

I cupped her panty covered mound, feeling the burning heat against my fingers. “Fuck,” I hissed.

I brushed my finger back and forth against the fabric. Hot excitement soaked through.

Nia groaned, pushing back, grinding her ass against my rock hard cock.

I swallowed. She was soaking wet. I desperately wanted to pull her panties aside and lap up her nectar. But instead, I forced myself to slow down, to savour the moment. Her body flexed against me as my finger danced over her clit, before I stopped at the top of her panties, teasing the elastic with my fingertips.

“Daddy…” she rasped. “Maybe I want you to take advantage of me.”

My fingers went under her panties and back the way I came, brushing through the wiry tuft of hair and down over her slit. Bare, uncovered.

“Oh, ohh..!” Nia cried out. She clasped a hand over her mouth, trying to stifle her cries of pleasure as my fingers found her inflamed entrance.

“God, you’re so wet, Nia. You’re so wet for me. Did you come here with the intention of seducing me like this?” I whispered into her ear.

“No… Yes, maybe. God, I’m a terrible woman, aren’t I?”

“How long have you felt this way?” I asked, slowly delving my fingers into her soaking wet cunt. I let out a breath as the inner walls of her pussy clenched around my invading digits. She was so tight, so warm, that my cock pulsed with need, eager to be inside her.

“I can’t say…”

I pumped my fingers in and out of her. There was so much nectar, my fingers were making obscene squelching noises with each pump. “Tell me, please.”

“For a while now, daddy… You’ve been so sweet and dependable… I found myself wanting you. I know it’s shameful for a daughter to lust after her daddy.”

“You’re not shameful,” I corrected her. “Don’t ever think I’ll ever be ashamed of my sweet babygirl.”

“But still… It feels wrong. Taboo.”

I pressed my painfully erect cock against her, reminding her how much I wanted her to. She pushed her ass back, trying to feel as much of my girth as possible. I withdrew my fingers, soaked to the brim and closed over her hard little nub.

“Daddy! A-ah..! N-no…” she whimpered. Her breathing came fast and desperate. Teasing her, turning her body into molten gold, was quickly becoming my favourite thing. With every swipe of my finger over her clit, Nia would spasm a little, and the sexiest little moans escaped her lips. My other hand craned over her, snaking under her tee.

“Fuck,” I breathed, as I cupped one of her breasts. It was more than and handful and her nipple was hard like a gum drop, grinding against the palm of my hand.

“D-daddy…” she moaned against the dual assault she was receiving. She was close.

I craned my neck and took her ear into my mouth, sucking and teasing her with my tongue.

“Cum… I’m going to cum if you keep playing with me like that.”

“That’s kind of the point,” I chuckled. “Cum for me, Nia. I want to feel you cum.”

I redoubled my efforts, one hand rolling her rock hard nipple between my fingers, pulling and tugging almost to the point of pain. My other hand teased her clit with long, circular strokes. My wrist ached, but I didn’t dare to stop, determined to make her cum for me with just my fingers alone. Her breathing grew ragged and desperate as I pushed her towards the crescendo of her pleasure.

“Oh, fuck..! Daddy! Fuck, fuck!!!”

Her nails dug painfully into my thighs as she scrabbled for purchase, writhing and shuddering against me as she climaxed. I held her in my arms until she came down.

“Oh my gosh… That was… I haven’t felt anything like that,” she gasped.

I laughed into her hair, inhaling that beautiful scent of hers. “Glad to be of service.”

She adjusted herself and felt my cock, still painfully hard, brush kurtköy escort up against her. “Oh… Daddy…”

“It’s fine,” I grimaced, trying not to think about how I was going to explode if I didn’t get some relief soon.

“Can… Can I see?”

“Yeah, I guess.”

Light spilled into the window from the street lamp outside, casting everything in a neon orange glow.

Nia peeled back the duvet, exposing ourselves to the cool night air.

“Oh, my.”

My dick tented against my boxers. Nia couldn’t keep her eyes off my crotch. With shaky hands, she grabbed the waistband of my boxers and pulled them down. My dick sprung out, free from its confines.

Even in the semi-darkness, I could see the glint in Nia’s eyes. She reached out and wrapped her fingers around my shaft.

“Fuck,” I groaned. Her touch felt so fucking smooth, like being gripped by velvet. My hips flexed, trying to work my cock in and out of her hand.

“Am I doing this right? It’s been a while,” she asked, dragging her hand up and down my shaft. Precum leaked from my tip, and ran down my shaft and over her hand, but she didn’t seem to mind.

It felt good. More than good. But even if it wasn’t good, it would still be amazing. Never in a hundred years would I ever imagine that I’d actually have my daughter’s sweet hand on my dick.

“Keep going,” I said, my tone thick with need.

Nia pumped away. Slowly at first, until she got more comfortable with the act. I watched in a half lust-drunk stupor as my crown disappeared and reappeared in her hand. Her grip became more sure, tighter as she milked me from base to tip.

“Fuck, I don’t think I’m going to last very long,” I whined. Between being horny for so long and getting so hard from touching Nia, my cock was ready to explode.

She kept pumping, and I fell into a rhythm of her hand, drawing my need to cum out.

“I’m getting close.”

My dick throbbed in her grip and felt my balls tighten.

“Honey-“

Her grip tightened even more. So much so, liquid pleasure turned into a sharp, biting pain that went straight to my balls.

“Nia, what are you doing?” I gasped.

“God, I’m sorry, daddy. Let me be selfish, just this once.”

She let go of my dick, rolled on me and was suddenly straddling me. She pulled her panties aside and sat on my dick.

Tight, wet heat surrounded me as she impaled herself on my cock.

“Ohhhh, fuck,” I cried out.

She started rocked up and down immediately. The tight inner walls of her tight pussy milked my dick in a way that her hand couldn’t match.

“C-condom,” I blurted out, my sense of reasoning rapidly fading.

“Daddy, you made me cum so hard. But please me be a selfish, shameful girl, just for tonight. I wanted your cock for such a long time.”

Like a woman possessed, she grabbed the hem of her tee and pulled it off her. I sucked in a breath as I watched her tits bounce, washed in the orange glow of the streetlight. My hands shot out, grabbing her huge tits, kneading them.

Her hands closed over mine.

“That’s it, touch me, daddy. I want you to touch me anywhere you like. I’m yours,” she purred.

“Fucking hell, you’re amazing.”

Nia smiled, her expression full of joy. Then she pulled herself up. All the way up until just my tip was in her, and then she drove back down, all the way down to the base.

“Fuck,” I choked. “You’re going to make me cum, if you keep doing that.”

“That’s kind of the point.”

My balls tightened. This was too much. It was too fucking much. I didn’t have the strength in my legs to push her off.”

“I’m going to cum inside you if you don’t get off,” I warned.

Nia leaned in and pressed her lips against mine. “Cum in me. I want to feel your cum inside me,” she begged. ” Fill your daughter up with your cum.”

“Fuck.”

My fingers dug into her hips as I drove myself upward, trying to meet her downward thrusts. Nia groaned as I hit just the right spot.

My hands caressed her thighs, her waist, and her tits. She was perfect.

“Fuck, I’m going to cum,” I said as I grimaced against the pressure welling up in my balls.

“Cum! Fill me up, daddy. Give it to me, give me all that delicious cum.”

I cried out, and drove every fiber of my being upward, deep into her cunt. My cock swelled and hot, molten cum spewed upwards, deep inside my daughter’s waiting pussy.

“Yes… That’s it,” she groaned listlessly. She rocked her hips as I climaxed and teased her clit with her fingers. “I’m cumming, too..!”

Nia fell forward, her breasts mashed against my sweat-shone chest as she shuddered. Despite the world around me turning white from the explosion of pleasure ripping through me, I clasped my hands around her back and held her close to me.

Spent, she collapsed on top of me, gasping and panting. “Oh… My… God…”

“Damn,” I chuckled.

I sucked in a breath as my cock slipped out of her pussy. She pulled her panties back in place, seemingly happy to keep my cum inside her. For some reason, that made my spent dick stir a little.

“Are you okay?” I asked her weakly.

“Yes. But I hope you won’t regret this in the morning. It was nice for me, though.”

I smiled and pulled her in for a kiss. “I’m not going to lie. It’s all a bit mad right now. But I have absolutely no doubt in my mind that I will most definitely not regret this. Not one bit.”

She simply nodded and smiled. Then she curled into me, snuggled nice and secure, until sleep came for us.

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The battle was over, and most all of the Moverts were dead. This year, the only Human losses were the fourteen who sacrificed themselves, and not one of the thirteen Kalastiel had fallen.

Under the Trees, in the Grove, the Humans gathered together, the couples who had Filled each other to get here finding each other and pairing off to seal their union in this world as well as their own.

The fourteen single girls, widows of the fallen, found Scott under Sononia, deep in conversation with Tiana. Tiana noticed them before he did, and gestured with her eyes.

Scott broke off mid sentence and turned to face them. He met the gaze of each in turn, noting friendly smiles for the most part. One girl was looking daggers at him, however, scowling, with her whole body posture aggressive.

“What’s wrong with you?” he asked her directly.

“You killed my boyfriend!” she spat him. “You sent him out there to die, and did nothing to save him!”

“What was his name?” Scott asked her softly. “What’s yours?”

“His name was Andrew Flint, and mine is Kassandra Stone!” she said. “Not that you care. You didn’t care before he died; why should you care now?”

“Well, Kassandra Stone, I do care.” he told her, closing his eyes. “I cared before, too, but I didn’t have time to do anything about it.”

“If it’s any consolation, he died a hero.” Tiana offered. “He died so that we could all live.”

“He might not have died at all, if we were still at Almadreda!” Kassandra shot back. “This was our sixth year here, and he always did fine before! Always!”

“Almadreda was a deathtrap.” Tiana said. “This is my first time here, but even I can see that this place is a thousand times better than Almadreda’s little hill. Aren’t you glad we have a new Kingmage? Isn’t this place better than that one?”

“The old place was just fine with Andrew in it! You had no right to take him away from me!!” she wailed, then ran out of the Grove.

It was a short dash to the cliff edge, and nobody was close enough to stop her. Three Moverts fought over her body at the bottom…

***

“Do any of the rest of you feel the same way?” he asked them, when everyone had re-assembled from the chaos and turmoil that Kassandra’s suicide had caused. The Kalastiel had witnessed it, but shortly after, they began falling asleep and misting away. The last awake were the first to sleep. Scott and Tiana were going to be here most of the night, she surmised.

One girl of the thirteen left stepped forward after taking a glance around.

“I think you’re brave for doing this.” she said, then glanced around again. “I can speak for all of us, I think. This is my third time here, and I love this place. This new place. These Trees, and the way everyone fought in the battle… I’ve never been so excited in my whole life, and I know Geoff doesn’t mind sacrificing for all this…”

Another girl stepped forward, a diminutive brunette. She may have been Hispanic or Mediterranean from the look of her, and her thick accent confirmed it. She was Mexican, for sure.

“I loved Enrique, and he volunteered to go out there. He told me he loved me and to stay safe.” she said. “After we came here last year, and the Council explained everything, he told me in the day, in our world, that if he died here, I was to find another man. I think he knew… and he accepted it.” The girl lifted her head and met Scott’s gaze directly. “I choose you. I choose you to be my new man. I will come find you in the day, in our world and give myself to you.”

“Ahem.” Tiana said. “You know he came here with me, right?”

“I also saw all the Trees here.” she retorted. “Those don’t happen by accident, and each one has meaning. Each one is an opening between you and him, and I mean to Fill one of those spots. This man has power, and I will be near it. I have to be, after giving Enrique to it. I’ve earned it.”

“You have.” Tiana agreed, then lifted her head and looked at all of them. “All of you have. This is Scott Blaker, and I am Tiana Bruce. You can find the two of us us in Flagstaff. Come to the town, and you will be welcomed halkalı escort there. All of you will have a place with us.” she told them, speaking in a clear voice.

Scott walked over to the Kalastiel king, Onthamar, and held out his hand to shake. Onthamar had been watching the interactions between the Humans wordlessly, standing back out of the way.

“What is this?” Onthamar asked suspiciously. “What would you have me do?”

Tiana hurried over, and Gregoir and his bunch also sauntered a little closer.

“Uh, King Onthamar?” Tiana asked timidly. “This is the custom among our people. We shake hands to show goodwill and trust.”

“Indeed?” Onthamar said, raising his eyebrows. “Is it your wish to show me goodwill and trust?”

“It is.” Scott said, holding out his hand more firmly. “It would honor me if you would return it.”

“Indeed.” Onthamar agreed dryly. “But that one… there, is going to cut down Flindair. I can see it in his mind.” Onthamar pointed at one of the Humans standing nearby.

“What?” Scott gasped, turning to look at Gregoir.

Gregoir broke apart from the small group of men clustered around him and approached Scott and the women.

“Kingmage, I have news from the Council.” he said smoothly.

“Indeed?” Scott said abruptly. “Who are you?”

“I am Gregoir, Councilman Head.” he said haughtily.

“And them? Are they the Council?” Scott asked him, gesturing to a small group of white hairs standing together.

“Indeed they are, and they have chosen me, and my fathers before me, to Represent them between Kingmages, and we have decided to-”

“Decide all you want. I’m the Kingmage, and what I say goes.” Scott told him flatly. He took two steps forward and grabbed the lapels of Gregoir’s robes, lifting him an inch off the ground. The man let out a yelp, and two of the Council stepped forward, but Jordan Miller and his crew stepped between and blocked. “Like I told you before, if I decide I want a Council, you won’t be on it.”

Scott tossed the man backward and stood over him menacingly until the he could scramble away. Halfway back to his group, Gregoir stopped, turned, and shook his fist at Scott.

“You mark my words, young man, I’m not without power in our world! You will regret this, I promise! You and that race traitor bitch of yours! Those trees are DEAD!””

Scott took off running after Gregoir at this threat, and Gregoir stopped at his group, thinking the numbers would protect him. They did not. Scott caught the smaller man and wrapped both hands around his throat, and began strangling him.

The other six members of the Council were all old, well into their sixties or seventies and frail. One of them tried to pry Scott’s arm away from his friend, but Scott was far too strong for him and barely noticed. Anatin, Gregoir’s son, was simply frozen horror as he watched his father die, murdered by the new Kingmage right before his eyes only yards away.

When Gregoir was well and truly dead, Scott threw the man’s body down and stared at the hundred or so so people who had just witnessed the murder. There was a stunned silence, an un-natural hush over the crowd standing in the circle of Trees.

“This man threatened to cut down these Trees.” Scott told them, gesturing at the body. “Who here would dispute that I did right? Who here would cut down these Trees?”

“Nobody!!” Jordan cried out. “All of us here would DIE for these Trees! Some of us already have!”

“That is true.” Scott said somberly. “Fifteen have died for this Grove, one for each Tree here. These Trees have been bought with blood! Human blood! We have taken much from the Moverts tonight, and almost all of them are dead! With this place as a stronghold, this war could be won in a few years!” Scott finished this last in a triumphant shout.

“And what of the Kalastiel?” said the oldest of the Council. He was the one who had tried physically to stop him, Scott noted to himself.

“Sir?” Scott asked. “What of them?”

“There are three sides in this War, young man.” he said. “I have heard that you are a wilder, is içerenköy escort this true?”

“I really don’t care for that name, but yes sir, it’s true.” Scott admitted. “What of it?”

“You have no training.” came the reply. “You know nothing of the history of this place. You have no idea who it was you just killed or what you have done by bringing us here. I see a Queentree in the Grove, yes, but I see a Kingtree as well, and that has NEVER been done, never in all of history. The Kalastiel will be swarming this place next year, thousands, I predict, and then WE will be fighting THEM!”

“I have their word.” Scott said quietly. “I do not believe that Humans ever need fight the Kalastiel. We can live side by side in peace.”

The old man snorted derisively. “And you trust their words, do you, young man?” His voice dripped with sarcasm. “Only fools believe in peace.”

“More than I trust your words, sir.” Scott said. “Perhaps we Humans might be better off without you six corrupted old fools. You have been in power far too long, assholes. Peace is more than a fairy tale concept.”

“And you have never held power before. Don’t you think you should benefit from our experience? We have never seen peace. That is why we don’t believe it exists.”

“Hell no.” Scott said, but Tiana pulled his arm. He stepped aside and they conversed in hushed tones.

“Don’t kill them.” Tiana said, seriously. “They are connected, like Mafia connected, you know? It’s bad enough you killed Gregoir. If you kill the rest, we’ll never be safe, not anywhere on the planet, Earth OR here. Connected.” Tiana shuddered, glancing at the old man over her shoulder. He grinned mercilessly at her, knowing what she was telling him.

Scott turned back to the six and faced them. “If what she just told me is true, I might be best served to kill all of you right now, in this world, where I can touch you.”

“If you do that, there will be no next year here for you. I can promise you that. We have agents worldwide.” said one of the other ones, sneering. “What you do here is known in the real world, no matter WHO you kill.”

“That’s what Tiana just told me.” Scott said. “Truthfully, I’m not afraid of that. I woke at dawn here. I practically watched the sunrise. In fact, I missed most of it waking Tiana up so I could find out what’s going on. Me AND her have been awake all day, and that is going to make us more powerful than anyone in history. Psychic powerful, and any assassin who comes within fifty miles of me will get turned to my side.”

“But that’s not why I’m not going to kill you.” Scott said. “I’m not afraid your organization. However, you six have agents all over the world. I can use that. I’m going to need to use that if what I suspect comes to pass.” he told them.

“You killed Gregoir.” said the oldest. “You killed him right in front of his son! We’ll never work for you! One way or another, you are going to be made to pay for that!”

“I also have the deaths of Kassandra and the Fourteen to atone for.” Scott agreed with him. “But I won’t be answering to you. Not to any of you. I am the Kingmage, and you will do well not to forget it!!”

“I won’t forget it.” Jordan declared. He knelt on one knee before him. “My life before yours, Sire.” he said. The rest of his crew, the ones he had defended the line with, all of them as one, stooped to one knee and bent their heads.

“That won’t be necessary.” Scott said. “I intend to live a long full life, but not longer than anyone else’s!”

“In this place, we are at war.” Jordan told him, still kneeling. “In this place, my life before yours, Sire.”

“Really.” Scott said dryly. “And why should that be…”.

“I am Brandon McAlter, sire.” said another man, speaking up. “My mother taught me this when I was just a lad, but I have no more talent for it then any other man. I just have some training.” He was standing next to one of the thirteen, and he put his hands on it and began singing. In the first few notes, a misty form appeared, reaching out to him, but as her fingers reached his face, she wafted kartal escort into dissipating smoke and was gone. The man turned to Scott. “Now you try it. Kingmage. None here can make any of the Kalastiel appear any better than that. I could only get that much because I know one of the Songs.”

Scott walked over, put his hands on the Tree, just as the Brandon had, and began singing the same song. This time, the misty woman became solid and stayed flesh as the Song ended, and she knelt at Scott’s feet.

“You truly are the Kingmage.” Jordan whispered, staring raptly at the Kalastiel woman amongst them. “You did that with no training at all. You don’t even sing that well.”

“Go to her.” Scott told him, chuckling. “Sing with her. There is room here for a second male, and I choose you. Sing with her, and grow a Tree, Jordan.”

“Sire?” Jordan whispered, but Scott just smiled and waved him on.

“Get used to seeing everyone bow before you like this.” Scott grinned, indicating everyone around. Even Tiana was on one knee. “Don’t get to liking it, though. We don’t need resentment. We’re gonna have enough problems with the Council.”

“You have no idea.” Jordan said under his breath as he stole a glance at them over his shoulder. He turned to the Kalastiel woman’s hand and got her to stand. She still wouldn’t look up, however. She was not a Lady among her people; she was a servant, but all their lives were interconnected to Trees here, the same way Kalastiel could Sing human forms from the Trees sometimes.

“What is your name?” he asked her. She finally looked into his face, summoning all her courage.

Without moving her mouth, she said into his mind… without words…

“Shalastra.” he said aloud, forcing his mouth to make the sounds his mind had heard. “Shaaaa…llllaaaassss…trrrraaaa…”he sang, taking her other hand.

“Torrr-” she started to sing, but shook her head. “Dlllorrr-” She shook her head again, but was still moving with him, dancing to the sound of her name as he Sang it.

“Djorrr—dannn!!” she sang, having trouble making the “J” sound.

“Miller.” Jordan thought, giving her his other name, easier for her to say.

“Milll…errrr!” Kalastra sang joyfully. She twirled them both to a place under Sononia and Flindair, the two of them Singing each others name and revolving around one another. When the music ended, Kalastra had one leg thrown over his hip, and she leaned back, letting him hold her with one arm as she wantonly relaxed in his grip, letting him have his way with her.

Finally, he let her go, spent, and she lay on the ground between the two Trees, giving birth to the same sort of nut that had produced Sononia and Flindair.

Scott looked around the Grove, and saw many of the people were laying down to sleep, misting away to the waking world, Filled with the power of this place. Jordan sat down, watching the Tree he had sired grow waist high before his eyes closed.

It made Scott wonder how much stronger he was going to be than everyone else. He had been awake all day and it was fully dark now. Only a few people were still awake, Tiana being one of them, but even she was yawning sleepily. Even as Scott watched, a lot of people were misting away.

His thirteen girls were still awake though, Kassandra’s group. The women who had survived the fourteen martyrs. His thirteen who were going to come to him in the waking world. Thirteen beautiful girls, all under the age of twenty, he surmised.

“This is what I get for dreaming about sex slaves.” he thought wryly.

“Look, ladies, I know what you’re thinking, but honestly, look around us. Each one of these trees represent a, uh… a coupling.” he stammered. “I couldn’t possibly…”

The dark little Mexican girl spoke up first. “This is Dreamland. You can do anything while you’re awake here. Plus, you’re the Kingmage. Enrique died for you.” She gestured to the rest of the girls around her. “All of us lost the man who took our virginity. Please? Don’t leave us with nothing. If you Fill us here, we will share your strength and be guaranteed to be with child when we wake.”

“And so you know?” she continued. “All thirteen of us are sleeping next to a dead body right now. It will help to know that life is inside me when I wake to that. Poor Enrique…”

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To be continued…

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