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A call on Saturday morning

She was out side in the garden pulling weeds on a Saturday morning, when her cell phone rang. “Hello” she said.
“What are you doing?” he said
“Working in the garden.”
“Stop, right now and go into the house!” Her breath caught in her throat and her heart started pounding at the commanding tone of his voice.
“Yes, sir” she whispered as she stood and went into the house.
“Go into your room, take out your small dildo and pull down your pants”
“I have it sir my pants are down”
“Suck and lick your dildo, I want to hear your wet mouth on it”
“Yes, sir”. She held the phone to her mouth as she lick and suck the rubber cock making it wet with her saliva.
“Now set on the phone on loudspeaker then put it on the bed, open your pussy with one hand and stuff the wet dildo into your pussy, tell me as each inch go in.”
“Yes sir” she did as instructed laying the phone on the bed after switching it to loudspeaker. She spread her pussy lips with the thumb and finger of her left hand and presses the tip of the rubber cock to the opening of her pussy.
“The head is pressing into my pussy, sir. Now sliding in the first inch. Now sliding to the second inch sir, .starting on the 3rd…”
“On my count of three you will have the full 6 ½ inches inside you understand.. One two three!” He could hear her slam the dildo into place in her pussy trying to make his count, he know that last ½ inch would have been a hard fit when she was not fully relaxed and turned on. “Now turn it so the balls are pressing your clit and pull your pussy lips down over the end of the dildo. Then pull up your panties and pants and do them back up. When you are redressed sit on the edge of the bed and pick up the phone.”
He listened to the whisper of fabric as she redressed. The sound of the zipper going back up, her little moan as she sat on the bed, pressing the dildo hard into her cunt.
“I am here sir.”
“Good girl, now I want you to go back to the garden and get on your hands and knees as you pull weeds. I want your pants pulled high around your waist to hold that dildo in place, as you weed and crawl around the garden. Do not stand up before I call again, if you need something crawl to get it, and don’t think I won’t know if you don’t.”
“Yes, sir. How long until you call again sir?”
“That is none of your business pet. Now go into the garden then hang up and put your phone in your pocket.”
“Goodbye, sir.”
“Good pet”
She pulled her pants high around her waist letting the crotch cut into her pussy lips, then knelt in the garden. Her pussy throbbed with the feel of the dildo pressed hard into her cunt, the head on her cervix. Each movement causing the dildo to rub back and forth as she crawled along the flowerbed pulling weeds. She could feel her pussy juices starting to soak her panties as she move from bed to bed. How long had it been? She felt flushed and hot as she worked the knees of her pants damp from the dirt. Her palms sweating inside her gloves. She jumped as her phone rang and vibed in her pocket. She fumbled with the phone trying to get her glove off while staying on her hands and knees. “Hello……sir”
“Good girl” he said as he sat in his car just down the street where he had been watching her. He watched her pulling weeds and crawling thru the dirt and wait until he saw her moving her hips to rock the dildo inside her as she worked. He did not even think she realized that she was swing her hips and humping the dildo as she worked.
“Now crawl to the end of the flower bed, sit up on to your heels with your ankles crossed and then put the phone back to your ear.”
“Yes sir” she tucked the phone into the front of her blouse and crawled the length of the flowerbeds. She wondered if any of her neighbors saw her as she moved down the flowerbed, did they wonder what she was doing? She crossed her ankles and sat up and back on to her heels the end of the dildo landed directly on her heel forcing it deeper into her. Her breath was coming in short pants as she fished the phone out of her shirt and put it to her ear.
“You are such a good girl today pet! Here is what you are to do next. Get up and walk to the front porch, take off your shoes and socks being sure to bend down and untie each one and remove them one at a time by hand. Then come back on the phone.”
“Yes, sir. May I stand now sir?”
“Oh you are a good girl today! Yes pet you may stand now.”
He watched her stand and move to the front porch. He could barely see her as she bent to remove the items as instructed.
The dildo pressed deep inside her as she stood and walked slowly to the front porch, the dildo sliding a little out of her as she walked due to her flowing juices. At the porch she bent to undo her shoes her pants crotch pressing the dildo back inside her rubbing her clit and pussy lips as she shifted position. Each little move she made as she took off each item causing it to shift and rub inside her. She stood up and took the phone from her blouse again, “I am ready for your next instruction sir.”
“Are you my pet? We will see, walk up to the front door and open it but do not enter. Once the door is open put your phone on speaker and lay in on the floor inside the door. Then slowly remove your blouse and pants and stand in front of the door.”
“Sir? Please sir someone might see!”
“Of course they will, that is the point to show what a little slut you truly are now do it or the game is over!!”
“Yes sir.” She whispered. Then pressed the button to switch the phone to speaker as she walked slowly toward the door. Her hand on the doorknob she hesitated her breath coming in short worried pants.
“Open the door NOW!”
She jumped as she realized that he could see her and if he could others could. She opened the door and laid the phone on the floor. Slowly button-by-button she undid her blouse until it hung open.
“Come on pet, you can do it take it off.”
Her blouse slide off her shoulders and dropped to the porch behind her. Her thoughts raced who would see her? What would they think? Would it turn them on? Could they really see anything as she was facing the open door any way?
“Now the pants.”
She undid the button and zipper then slowly slid the pants down over her hips letting them drop to a puddle at her feet.
“Now step out of your pants and turn around and pick up the blouse and pants. Stand facing away from the door and fold each item of clothing your dropped.”
Her breath caught in her chest as she stepped out of the pants and slowly turned. She keep her eyes down, even if someone is there I can’t see them she thought as she did as she was told.
“Now walk to the edge of the porch and put them next to your shoes, then walk back to the door and stand facing the doorway.”
Her body trembled from head to toe but she did what he said, keeping her head and eye down so she could not see anyone, if they were even there.
He could see her shaking from where he sat and watched her, this was better then he thought she would be able to do. He wondered if she thought everyone was watching her but he knew that there was no one on the street, maybe they watched from their houses but that view would be obstructed at best. He watched her lower the clothes to the porch step. “STOP!” She froze in place still facing the street head down. “I know you can hear me you just proved it. Now take off your panties and bra and put them on the pile before you walk back to the doorway. Oh and don’t lose the dildo from your hot wet cunt when you do it.”
She could not believe this, that he was asking her and that she was doing it as she walked to the porch step in only her panties, bra and dildo. She froze at his voice it seemed so loud. Her whole body shook as she listened to his instructions. Oh my god she couldn’t do that she just couldn’t. Her mind race in circles as she stood there slowly she started to shake her head no.
“Come on pet, you can do this think how hot you feel just to think of being in undies outside. Think of how hot you will be walking naked on your own front porch. Come on pet be a good girl you can do it for me.” He coaxed her and praised her until her hands lift behind her back to take off the bra. “Oh pet! What a good pet you are. So compliant so giving. Now the panties, don’t lose your dildo. Now turn and walk to the door and wait.”
What was she doing? She could not be doing this on the porch her mind screamed as her hands reached to remove the bra. Her head swam as she listened to his voice telling her what to do next telling her how good she was. She turned and walked to the door the dildo trying to slide out of her wet cunt as she walked. She stopped in front of the doorway and stood shaking.
“Good girl, you are doing wonderfully now step inside the house and pick up your phone. Leave the door open and go into your bedroom and take out all your toys and put them on the bed. Lay them out neatly then kneel next to the bed. Cross your ankles and sit back on them so that the dildo is on your heel then spread your knees wide apart. Put the phone on the floor in front of you and then cross your arms behind your back holding your elbows in your palms. Keep your head and eyes down. When in position your are to say “your pet is waiting sir” do you understand?”
“Yes sir” she whispered as she stepped into the house and picked up the phone. She went into her bedroom and opened the drawer of toys. Carefully she laid out the three dildos, each progressively longer and thicker. Then the nipple clamps, clit clamp and weights that went with them. Next the paddle, the crop and the small whip. Lastly was the collars, cuffs, restraints and both a short and long leash. She wondered when he had gotten some of these items and what he was going to do with them, but did not hesitate until the drawer was empty. When all were neatly on the bed she moved to the side of the bed by the door. She placed the phone on the floor and knelt. She crossed her ankles and sat back on to her heels. Now with the dildo held in place she spread her knees as wide as she could, crossed her arms behind her back and lowered her head and eyes and then spoke the words he wanted. “Your pet is waiting sir.”
At her words he moved the car into the driveway, picked up her things from the front step and entered the house quietly closing the door behind him. He could hear her breathing even before he got to the bedroom door the short excited pants as she waited for him. He was still amazed at all she had done already today they had not gone all that far in these games yet as they had only just started to play, but he could see that this was turning point in the game and it really appeared that she was needing a lot more than he had been giving her so far. He was amazed by the power and passion he felt as he watched her follow his instructs as if he really was in charge of her every more. He was so turned on to command her to do things that he knew she wanted and yet didn’t, but that she did on his say so.
He stepped quietly into the bedroom to look over the scene that was set. His beautiful pet kneeling at the side of the bed, a bed full of toys of pleasure and pain that she had laid out for him as instructed. Her large tits displayed by the way her arms were held behind her back, her nipples hard and puckered, her pussy hair sparkling with her juices she was so wet with excitement. Oh he will have to see just how far he can push her, what will she take before she bolts or shuts down. He is surprised by his thoughts and desires, he did not even know that he wanted this or how hot it would make him. He walks up to her and reaches down to pick up the phone, hanging it up and turning it off so that no one would interrupt them. He turned off his cell also and took the phone off the hook on the bedside table. He reached out to stroke her hair, “what a good girl you are today. Everything that I have told you to do you have done.” His hand stroked her hair and down onto her breasts as he talked to her. Soothing her, quieting her as you would a frightened animal. Stroking her shoulder, breasts and nipples his hard cock just inches from her down turned face, making a tent in his pants. “How did it feel to have that rubber cock inside you as you worked in the garden?” He asked but he covered her mouth with his hand so that she could not reply. “Did it make you hot to crawl in the dirt with a cock inside your tight, wet pussy? Did you think about if any one could tell that your pussy was stuffed with cock as you worked? Did you know that you swing your hips and humped that cock as you worked, that anyone could tell that you were turned on and horny?”
She heard the sound of a car starting and pulling into the driveway, she knew that he must have been right across the street the whole time. She wondered what he thought of her for her slavish response to his every command. Her mind raced to nowhere as she knelt there waiting on him, submitting to his every whim so far. Think about all the items she had laid on the bed. As her mind raced she did not hear him enter the bedroom until his shoes showed up in her line of vision. She started to panic as he took the phone and moved around the room, how could she be this turned on by this submitting to him. She was not a slut, he will think such terrible things about her. Just as she started to move his hand touched her hair and she froze. His gentle stroking of her hair and breasts calmed her, his words of praise soothed her fear of his rejection of her actions. She wanted to answer his questions but did not know what to say or how she felt beyond hot, horny and wet but was saved from answering by his hand over her mouth so she licked and kissed his palms as he talked.
“Did you get even hotter as you took off your cloths at the door? Did your breath come in quick pants of excitement?” He kept his hand over her mouth but began inserting fingers one at a time into her mouth to be sucked and licked. “I was so proud of you when you striped the bra and panties off as instructed for that there will be a reward later, but you did hesitate more than once at my instructions for that there must first be a punishment.” She whimpered into his hand but sucked harder on the thumb in her mouth. “Now listen very carefully to me.” He removed his hand from her mouth and took her chin in his hand turning her face up to look into his. “This is very important, you must choose to continue the game or not. If you choose to play this game will last until Sunday night or you use the safety word to end it, do you understand?”
She looked into his face but did not speak.
“You may speak now, in fact you must say it out loud.”
“Yes sir I understand.”
“Do you choose to stay or go?”
“Stay sir.”
“You understand that from now on the only one that decides anything from now on is me until Sunday night?”
“Yes sir”
“What is your safety word for slow down and for stop?”
“Slow down is Mississippi and stop is Boston.”
“Very good pet. This will be a very interesting weekend. Now to start with you have no name from now on. You will respond to pet, girl, slave or slut, understand nod your head yes or no.” She head nodded yes as her breath caught in her chest. “Now pet first we must do something about your punishment, not to harsh I think as this is new to you but enough that you will remember better next time.” “I believe I like that look of your chest and nipples displayed this way but I think they need more decoration, don’t you?”
She nodded her head yes even as her thought went to the items on the bed, oh what did he mean by decorations. Her nipples puckered harder at the thought of the clamps and weights lying on the bed. She had, had clamps on her nipples before but they never seemed to be enough, not tight enough or heavy enough.
“Yes I do believe decorations will help, but I don’t want you to move so I think I will start with some restraints and see where we go.” He picked up the Velcro straps from the bed, he looped them around her arm and hand just below the wrist on each side so that she would not be able to pull her arms from behind her back. “Now let me think about the decorations that you will need…….hum is it punishment or pleasure? I think punishment for now.” He reached for her nipples and began to roll them between his finger and thumbs. “Yes punishment is the way to go,” he said as he pinched down hard on each nipple and pull outward.
She gasped and arched her back to press into his hands as he pulled away. Her pussy was so wet it was drooling on the floor between her spread legs but the pain added to the flow.
He released her nipples and watched them redden and pucker as he reached for the set of clamps on the bed. These were adjustable clamps so that you could make them very tight or just tight enough to stay on. “Yes, punishment if good for a slave don’t you think? If helps them know their place and what to do.” As he spoke he turned the screw on the clamp 4 times on each one. She was not going to like this he thought as he did it, but she would not know until they went on how tight he had made them. “Now lets see if these are punishment for my little slave.” He said as he pulled out her left nipple and opened the clamp. He let it close slowly over her nipple gently biting at first then tighter and tighter it closed, he heard her breath suck in as it tightened until she whimpered as it closed the last bit. “Oh good slave you took that very well, now the other one.” Again he pulled out her nipple and opened the clamp. This time she knew how tight it would be so he let it close faster, not quiet a snap but close. He was rewarded with a small yelp from her.
He stood back to look at the nipples closed in the vice grip of the clamps and pulled down by the chain between them. Wow that was hot to see! Would they be tight enough to hold the weights he thought as he reached out to tug on the chain. She did not move but arched her back to follow the pull.
She heard the chain of the nipple clamp being lift from the bed but did not move her head to see. Oh god would he make them tight, tight enough to fill that ache in her nipples, she hoped he would not be to soft hearted to see her in pain, pain that she needed but did know how to ask for. She felt his finger on her left nipple as he pulled it out from her chest. The clamp closing over it, she was disappointed it was not enough was her thought as it closed, but it got tighter and tighter and tighter until whimpered in pain/pleasure at the feel of it. Oh yes she thought he did it, it was painfully tight. She waited on the pleasure of the other nipple being slowing closed in the jaws of the clamp. First the pull by his finger and then the clamp only this time he did not close it by tiny degrees, she could not hold back the yelp of pain as the clamp almost snapped closed on her nipple. Oh yes, the feel the tightness. She felt him lift the chain and tug on it the clamps did not come off but felt a little like they wanted to.
“Nope not quite enough,” he said as he pulled on the chain. She began to whimper as he gave the screw 2 more turns each. “There that will hold what we need.” Her nipples looked quite beautiful squeezed by the clamp until they were turning colors. Well he would not be able to leave them on that tight for very long so he should do something more. He picked up the weights from the bed. “Let see one or two each to you think?” “Yes your right two to start with and then maybe we will see just how many your can hold.” He attached two weights to the chain just below each clamp and stepped to view his work. The weight pulled her nipples destining them toward the floor it was a very hot look really.
She was both relieved and afraid when he said the clamps would be tightened. Did she really want that? With her next thought she was released, she did not have to decide only he did, her only decision was stop or not. And she was nowhere near wanting to stop. She began to whimper in pain as he tightened the screws 2 full turns. Her breath in short pants of pain. Weights? He was going to add weight? 2 oh god how would that feel? She didn’t have long to think about it as he added the weights to each nipple and she wanted to cum that very second. He stood back to look at her and it made her feel sexy, sluty and hot, hot, hot…
Yes he could tell by the flush of her skin that this is what his little slave had needed and he had not known. “You know what slave, I think we will need picture so that you can relive this moment as much as you need.” He left the room to get his digital camera, on the shelf next to it was the camcorder. Now that is a thought …yes her head was down she would not see the camcorder if he put it on the dresser. Next time he would plan ahead have it set up already. For now that would have to do. He took both back in to the bedroom and set up the video as best he could quickly and then began taking pictures for her to look at later. He showed her a couple of the shots right then to see her reaction.
Pictures he was going to take pictures? She thought of how she might look and whimpered in desire as he left for the camera. Her legs were starting to ache from sitting on them, but she did not move. She heard the click of the camera as he moved around her. OH god she looked hot in the couple of shots he showed her.
“Now it is time for the punishment.” Come on I will help you to stand. He took her elbows in his hands and lifted her to her feet. This set the weights and chain swinging and small whimpers and moans to escape her. “Now I want you to walk forward to the sofa table there in the middle of the room. You didn’t think about why that table might be in such an odd place I bet?” “Stand in front of the table.” “Now lean forward over the table I will support you so you don’t have to worry about falling.” “Be sure you are over the table far enough that your tits are hanging on the other side slave.”
Stand she was not sure she could get up with her arms tied but then he lifted her by her elbows. Oh god the weights and chain tugging biting as they moved. She walked up to the table that she had not noticed before it was about top of her leg high. Bend over it how she would fall with her arms tied that way, but then his arm was around her shoulders as she leaned out over the table. Oh yeah she did not want to lay on the clamps or her nipples so she stretched a little forward so that her breast hung over the side of the table.
“Now these will help you with the punishment,” he said as he added cuffs to her ankles. “Now spread your legs until your are laying on the table.”
He attached a soft rope to the cuff and put it around the table leg pulling it tighter until her toes only touched then the other leg. He watched her struggle to hold on to the dildo as it slipped. He picked up the collar from the bed with more rope and put his hand on her back as she tipped backward. “Now stay in place pet.”
She spread her legs until she was laying and felt the dildo start to slip from her dripping pussy. How could some that had been so tight going in now just slide out like it was a pencil. She felt her leg being pulled toward the table leg until her toes just touched the floor then the other leg. Now she really was losing the dildo and tipping backward off the table. He hand was on her back holding her in place as he put a collar around her neck.
He fastened the collar and run the rope thru the two rings and down to the table legs. Pulling it tight enough to hold her but not choke her. He caught the dildo just as it slipped from her pussy. “Now that will not do that is one more thing to punish.” But lets not waste this slicked up dildo now. I think it is time that more than a finger is in that ass of yours.” He said and he pressed the head to her asshole.
“Sir, please no.”
A hard smack of his hand to her ass cheek was his response. “What, you are a slave and have no say in this.” I guess we will have to have some punishment and then the ass be filled. If you are good I might even add some lube for your asshole.” With that he slapped her ass again. “In fact I think you should be thanking me for this spanking you so badly need. I want a “thank you sir” after each one.”
She jumped at the smack to her ass, which made her tits move. Oh, the pull of the weights and clamps. Oh he was changing into a master, his tone, his demands everything and it just made her hotter. What a slut she really was but he was loving it she could tell. Another slap to her ass, the clamps pulling, the feel of her ass on fire… his demand for a thank you sir, everything pushing her toward the edge of coming. “Thank you, Sir.” “Thank you, Sir.” “Thank you, Sir.” “Thank you, Sir.” “Thank you, Sir.” “Thank you, Sir.” “Thank you, Sir.” “Thank you, Sir.” It got harder and harder to say “Thank you, Sir.” And she started cumming her ass on fire her nipples in pain her arms ached everything was too much to hold off her cum. She cried out as she came, body-shaking, legs stiff. And then dropped back over the table.
Well that was interesting she came from a spanking or was it the nipple clamps or both. Well this is still only the beginning so there would be more time to see. “Did my slave cum? Did she so like the pain that she lost control? And I don’t recall telling you, you could cum?” His hand rubbed lightly over her red-hot ass. His other hand stroking his hard cock. “Well since you came it is only right that I do also. Now I think I might just check out that virgin ass for my hard cock instead of the smaller dildo.” He striped his clothes off as he walked around her.
“Suck my cock, get it nice and wet” he said as he stuffed it into her mouth. “Yes I think I will just take that ass as part of your punishment. Think how it will feel to have my big, hot, hard cock driving into your tight little ass.” She whimpered around his cock. “But I don’t want to ruin it for later so you’re in luck and I will add the lube.” He reached over her back as she sucked and stuck a lubed finger in her ass. “Yeah that is it suck that cock, the better you suck the more lube I will add” as another finger of lube went into her ass. “Oh that is good slave, you are really doing well” he reached down and picked up the weights in his hands holding them to release the pressure temporarily.
Oh god her ass he was going to fuck her ass he was not small she should have let him put in the dildo. His cock was in her face and she began to lick and suck it hard, hoping she could make him cum before he could fuck her. He finger was in her ass over and over as he added more lube. Then the weight lifted from her nipples, he was holding them relieving the pressure and weight.
“Stop” he pulled is cock from her mouth as the pre cum leaked from the tip. “You thought that would work that you could make me cum when I had your ass to look forward to.” “Silly slave, I can have that mouth any time, now it will be your ass” He dropped the weights that he held in his hands and she cried out in pain. “Remember who is the master” is all he said as he walked around the table to her ass.
Oh god he had wanted this for so long but she was hesitate about it ….Now he got to have what he wanted. He applied a hard smack to each cheek to distract her as he lubed his cock and began pressing into her ass. “Relax slut, fighting will only make it worse and I will have this. You are just a fuck toy, a hole for me to fill as I want.” As he talked to her he pressed harder into her ass, until the head of his cock slipped into her ass.
“Yeah that is my fuck toy, take the cock, take more of it, let it in. slave” she moaned and whimpered and grunted as he pumped in and out of her ass each time going deeper until he was in up to his ball. And then he held. Oh it was tight and hot in there. He reached under her to her pussy to find it dripping on to the floor. He rubbed her clit and stroked her pussy lips until she relaxed again.
Her nipples hurt, her ass stung and her mind raced. The hard slap to her ass checks startled her and then she felt his cock pressing at her ass. Oh god it will not fit he is to big. He kept talking to her in his master voice coaxing, her to let him in, telling her that he will fuck her so she should make it better by letting him in. His cock pressing harder not letting up and then suddenly the head was in her ass. She sucked in air and held her breath for a second, ok that was not so bad in fact it let kind of good, a full tight feeling, she relaxed a little more. His strokes were short at first letting her get used to the feeling, more and more of his cock sliding into her ass with each stroke. She found herself wanting more whimpering and moaning in need, grunting as she tried to take more of him with each stroke. Her pussy on fire with need her juices dripping from her spread open pussy. Finally she felt his hips touch her hot, red ass. He was in all the way and he stopped moving, just holding inside her pressing her into the table, she was so full, so tight. She felt his fingers on her pussy and clit, stroking petting her wet dripping pussy until she relaxed under him.
Then he began to stroke in and out of her ass slowly at first, fingering her clit and pussy, then finger fucking her as he fucked her ass. He could not believe how it felt. He pumped harder and faster as he came closer to cumming. He put his hands on her hips to hold her as he pounded into her ass. Thinking about the weights on her nipple and how it must hurt as they swing to his pounding. Harder and harder until he could not hold back. He came in her ass, flooding it with hot cum. As he did he heard her cry out and felt her spasm as she came. Her ass squeeze down on his cock locking him in place.
She felt him start to move, slowly at first stroking in and out of her ass, his fingers still on her pussy. The he was finger fucking her in time to his strokes into her ass, she feel her cum building inside her. He moved his hands to her hips holding her in place and he pounded into her ass hard and faster, clamps and weights pulling and bouncing as he fucked her. She was going to cum, the pain the pleasure the hot feel of this cock in her ass. She felt him stiffen and then flood her ass with his cum. That pushed her over the edge her 2nd cum ripping thru her, her ass clamping down on the hot cock inside it holding him as she shook and came.
He lay over her back as he recovered. “Now slave that was a great job. You did well pet you made me happy so for that I will end the punishment with only 10 minutes of the full set of weights on your nipples and your dildo in your ass to hold in my cum.
He heard her whimper as he pulled from her ass and he smiled he know that whimper it was “the don’t go” one she always had after they made love. He pickup the dildo and slide it easily into her asshole. “Now for you weights.” He picked up the remaining 6 weights and walked to her head. “Count as I add them”
“One, sir two, sir, three sir” her breath gasping, her voice a whisper. “ four, sir,,,,, five, sir, six, sir” as she started to cry from the pain.
He set the timer to 10 minutes and set it on the floor she could watch the time go by. He took pictures of her stuffed red ass and of her nipples weighted and distained. Her tear streaked face. He really could not believe she had not used a safe word. He went to the bathroom to clean his cock and then to get a snack and a drink. Knowing that the video camera was still on her.
She heard him walk away as she watched the timer, tears of joy/pain dripping from her face and cum dripping from her pussy and ass. She felt so good, hot, sexy, wanted she loved that he had finally taken control, used her as she needed to be use. She relaxed into her bindings letting her mind flout away on the sea of feeling racking her body.
He stood in the doorway watching her as the timer ticked away the last few seconds of her punishment. Her nipples distained, the clamps had slide down on her nipples so that they seemed to be holding on to the very ends of them. Her body making little movements as if she was having one long slow cum, the movement moving the weights in a slow swing her ass red and beautiful from the spanking he had given her. He waited on the timer she seemed total unawhere of him. She jumped at the buzz of the timer he wondered where she had been while she waited, she had made no more then a few soft whimpers and moans during the time. He walked up to her and stroked her hair as he turned off the timer. “What a beautiful pet you are. So good to stay silent in your punishment. Now I will release your feet and then neck, stay still and I will help you to stand and then remove the clamps.” He untied each of her ankles and moved her feet closer together so that she could relax her legs and would know it was ok to move them. Then he untied the neck rope from each leg of the table letting it hang from the rings on her collar. “Now pet I want you to bring your legs together and push up as I lift your shoulders, don’t pull backwards of the weights will catch on the table edge.” He put his hands under her shoulders and began to lift up slowly until the weights had cleared the edge of the table, then pushing back to help bring her to her feet.
He gently wiped the tears from her face as she leaned into his hand. “Ok pet, now this will hurt.” He stroked he hands down her breasts to her distained nipples and took a clamp in each hand. “Ok, take a breath and hold it.” As she drew in a breath he released both clamps at once. At her gasp and small scream he drop the clamps to the side and took both breasts in his hands quickly sucking on each nipple to help the blood return to it and rolling them in his fingers until she stopped the silent screams. He took her in his arms drawing her until her breasts pressed to his naked chest.
She had drifted away from herself floating on the feeling racking her body, not thinking, just being. She jumped at the sound of the buzzer throwing her back into her pain and lust filled body. She felt his hand on her head. He was telling her something but her mind was not fully with her yet and it did really matter he would let her know was to do. She felt him untie each ankle and pull on the cuffs to bring her legs together. She felt the rope on the collar release and then his hands under her shoulders pressing straight up. She brought her feet together and pushed up to match his lift, then he was pushing back on her shoulders as she tried to clear her mind, until she was standing. The weights pulling her nipples out long, painful not pleasurable any more. His hand wipe the tears from her face and she leaned her head into the comfort. This time she could understand what he said and she drew in a breath and bite off the scream as pain lanced thru her nipples. He hands were on her breasts massaging, rolling the nipples, sucking them into his hot mouth until the pain subsided. She leaned into his shoulder as he put his arms around her and held her to his naked chest.
“Are you OK pet?”
“Yes, sir.” Her voice still shaky as she spoke, her mind still floating in the sexual high.
“It is time to clean up pet.” He said as he reached out for the larger dildo lying on the bed. “Now let’s go into the bathroom and clean you up so that we can continue.” He took her hand and lead her towards the bathroom, the cuffs on her ankles, collar on her neck with the ropes still hanging from it and the dildo in her nicely marked ass.
She let him lead her into the bathroom, the dildo in her ass gently rubbing as she walked. She catch site of herself in the mirror, sweaty and flushed, her nipples red, sore and standing out, her neck collared, arm bound behind her back, her ass red with his hand prints, the dildo sticking out of her ass, cum running down her legs from her ass and pussy, she had the look of a sex toy that had been well used.
He saw her looking at herself in the mirror, the site she must be to herself, so loving marked and used as the toy she so wanted to be but could not ask for. He removed the binding from her arms and gently rubbed her arms and hands. “Lean forward and put your hands on the edge of the sink, pet.” She was moving before he even finish saying it. He looked at her in the mirror her breast hanging between her arms as she held her back straight and looked at herself in the mirror. He took the rope hanging from her collar in this hand, “now bend your head and shoulder down toward your chest.” As she rolled her back to shorten the distance between her head and chest he began to wind the rope around the base of her breast, pulling it tight then looping back to the collar and fastening it in place, then the other side. “Now stand up and look at yourself pet.”
Her arms ached from being bound behind her, it felt wonderful as he massaged each arm after releasing the bindings. She leaned over the counter at his first word. The site of her large breasts hanging from her chest was hot to see. At his request she rounded her back and brought her head down. She watched as he wound the rope tightly around the base of her breast and then fastened the rope to her collar, first one then the other. She stood arms at her side as told she looked at herself in the mirror. Her large breast bound into tight hard balls on her chest. By standing up her collar lifted the breasts high up and made her the picture of a slave. Marked, bound, and stuffed, she felt him run his hands over her tight breasts and caressing the sore nipples. Then he bent down and removed the cuffs from her ankles.
He watched her reaction in the mirror as she stood and found that the collar pulled her breasts high on her chest. He saw the slight arch she put into her back so that they were as high as possible and as tight as possible. He caressed her breasts and nipples as he watched the color of the breast change from the blood flow restriction. Then he bent to remove the cuffs, no since getting them wet if it was not needed. He turned on the shower to mildly warm and helped her step into the shower. “Now reach behind you and pull out the dildo, wash it well and then hand it to me, but let the water flow over your breasts and nipples as you do this.”
She had stepped into the shower at the slights touch from his hand. She stood with her side to the shower stream. At his instruction she reached for the dildo in her ass, but stopped and turned toward the shower spray positioning herself so that the water hit her bound breasts before she reached again for the dildo and began to pull it from her ass. She felt the cum and lube leaking from her ass as she brought the dildo in front of her so that she could wash it. She soaped it well and then rinsed before handing it to him, she saw him place it on the counter next to a larger dildo that she remembered laying on the bed.
“Now turn around and wash your ass and pussy. Use your fingers inside your ass help wash away the cum and shit. Now that sloppy wet pussy, make it all nice and clean for your master to use again.” She followed his instructions to the letter, he watched her finger sliding in and out of her ass and she pulled out the cum and shit that was mixed there. Then move on to her pussy, spreading the lips to wash away her cum. Scooping the water into her pussy to rinse it.
“Now stand still until I tell you to move.” He said as he turned off the hot water she gasped as the cold water poured over her. “Now turn around and let it run on your front.” She did as she was told as she started to shiver from the cold water. “Good slave, now step out of the shower and stand on the mat.” He saw the goose bumps covering her body as she moved but the cold water had taken some of the heat from her nipples and ass as he had planned. As she stood on the mat dripping and shivering he removed the binding from each of her breasts and then the wet rope from the collar rings. He handed her a towel to dry off with.
“You are a beautiful, obedient pet.” He whispered as he watched her dry herself. “Such a responsive slut to every pain and humiliation I have given you today.” “Now hang up the towel and go to the mirror again.” He watched her move into place. “Freshen up your hair and make up.” While she did this he watched her and stroked her body. “Good pet, now spread your legs a little for me, and I will fill your needy pussy with this dildo before you dress again.” He picked up the larger dildo from the counter and showed it to her as she silently moved her legs apart. “Now see even after washing you are wet and slippery down here. This dildo will have no problems sliding into your sloppy pussy.” He spread her pussy lips and with one slow stroke buried the fat dildo deep inside her. Her only response a slow sucking in of her breath as it filled her. He buckled a belt with a strap hanging from the front around her waist, he pulled the strap up between her legs and attached it to the back of the belt. He pulled the strap tight until it pressed into her pussy lips and the dido hold it is place.
“Now pet we are going out for a little while so come and let me pick out your clothes.” She followed him back into the bedroom walking with the fat dildo rubbing and moving inside her. He pulled clothes from the dresser and closet as she stood at the end of the bed. He handed her the shelf bra, low cut cami, sheer over blouse and short denim skirt. “Put on the bra first so that we can make any adjustments.” She bend scooped her breasts into the bra before standing to fasten it. “Oh nice. But I think the straps should be a little shorter to really push your breasts up.” He said as he stood behind her and shortened them until your breasts where lifted and the strap cut into her shoulders her nipples just above the edge of the cups. “Now the cami.” She dropped it over her head smoothing it into place over her breasts. “Now that is too high” and he adjusted the cami straps until it front of it barely covered her nipples. “There now the skirt and blouse.” She dressed tucking the cami and blouse into the top of the skirt which pulled the cami even lower on her breasts.
“Now step into these shoes and I will get dressed and we are off.” She simply whimpered as she put on the 5inch heels and buckled the strap around her ankle. She was wondering what he was up to now. She was dressed (barely) like at hooker and he said they were going out. The fat dildo in her made her hot and wet and felt so tight and full. She watched him dress in casual clothes and then followed him out of the room. To their next adventure that he had planned for this day.

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My Oral Audition – story 13

Firstly, my name is Lucy and I?m 24, 5ft 5 with long thick blond hair, 32c breasts and I weighed at that time about 110. Most people would say I was nicely put together, my ex always said I was well fuckable. When I think back over these last few years and the number of men I?ve had sex with, is frankly shocking for most people to comprehend. My need to be fucked, used and treated like a whore is something I have difficulty controlling.
It had been a month since it was first suggested that the best way to satisfy my sexual appetite without people talking behind my back and without getting into trouble with my friends and sister was to work as a prostitute. I could have a regular flow of men in a discreet environment and my bank balance would only get healthier.
I wasn’t sure about it at first, which is why I spent so much time thinking about it. I’d fucked for rent in the past. My fat landlord had treated me like a cheap whore and just bent me over when he wanted to stick his dick in my cunt. Then I had a nice enough relationship with a guy who let me live in his house for free in exchange for sex.
The idea of actually getting money felt different to me. I don’t know why, but being given money in exchange for letting a man force his dick into my pussy felt different. But after thinking about it I decided to give it a try.
I looked on the web, Acemassage, and found a lot of brothels in London. I rang a couple a good hours underground ride from where I lived. I eventually made an appointment to meet Jesse,the woman who ran a discreet men’s club/
I walked upto the door, my heart pounding in my chest. I was nervous at the thought of going in. I pressed the bell and I was buzzed in immediately. I followed the signs and walked up the stairs to the first floor flat.
I took a deep breath rang the bell. When the door opened a middle aged women was standing in front of me. She smiled and said, “You must be Lucy.”
I nodded a quick yes and she directed me through the door and into the living room. There were two young girls, maybe 19 to 22 sat on the sofa. Both were slim with nice tits and were wearing matching black bra and panties.
“Could you leave us alone girls,” she said.
They stood up, smiled at me and left the room. Before Jesse closed the door I could hear some noise coming from one of te other rooms. I knew the sound of a man groaning as ne was near cumming. I imagined that he was fucking some young girl from behind. Ploughing his cock into her cunt on the verge of cumming.
She closed the door and looked at me. “Take a seat,” she said.
“Thanks,” I replied and sat in the sofa opposite where she had her desk and laptop.
“How old are you?”
“24.”
“You look younger,” she replied noting something down on a piece of paper. “Have you ever worked in a massage parlour before?”
“No,” I replied a little nervously.
“Well this type of work isn’t for everyone. You’re very beautiful, so the clients will enjoy spending time with you. Where we’re situated we get a lot of older gentlemen who want to fuck young girls. Our clientele also includes a lot of Asian and black men.”
“Ok,” I replied.
“You understand that men will be paying to use you for sex. To penetrate you vaginally and orally?”
“Yes of course,” hiding a smirk.
“We have to guarantee a number of services in the price. Sex in multiples positions with condom. Oral without to completion in the mouth. Facials, cum on tits. And that’s £80 pounds for half an hour. It’s a £160 for an hour which includes sex as many times as the gentlemen can manage in the hour.”
I nodded and waited for her to continue.
“We take £30 for the half hour and £60 for the hour and the rest is for you. There are extras you can charge, which is up to you and that’s your money.”
“What extra’s,” I asked loudly.
“Most girls charge 10 for French kissing, 20 to swallow the gentleman’s cum and 50 for anal. Although, one of the girls charges 250 for cum in pussy and 400 for bareback anal to completion. Although, she only offers the service to regulars with a clean STD certificate.”
“I don’t think I’ll offer that.”
She smiled. “Well, we prefer that you don’t. But extra’s have always been up to the girls.”
“We also do the quick fuck for £40.”
I must have given her a look that said i din’t understand. She started to explain it to me.
“Sometimes a guy just wants to fuck and cum. So we do 15 minutes with no extra’s. Normally, the girls just take the client into the room with the massage bed, put a rubber on him and bend over the bed. The client fucks them from behind until he cums. 15 minutes is the maximum time but most guys cum after a few minutes.
I heard the front door open and some one come in. I didn’t think it was a cliens, but man called out, “Jesse.”
“Hey Doug. In the living room.”
“Is the new pussy here,” he called pushing the living room door open walking in to the room. He looked at me.
“This is Doug, the owner,” Jesse said.
“Hi,” I said. He was in hsi late fifties. Large middle age spread and grey hair and about 6ft tall.
“Stand up,” he said staring at me.
I stood up and he looked me up and down. He rotated a finger in a circle and I turned around.
“What are you 5ft4.”
“Yes,” I replied.
“Get your t’shirt off. I want to get a better look at your tits.”
I lifted my t-shirt over my head and threw it onto the sofa.
“The bra as well,” he said.
I unclipped it and threw it onto my t’shirt. My brain was turning in circles. I wondered if he planned to fuck me. I could see the way he was looking at me. He wanted to use me, I was sure of it.
Doug took a seat by the table and beckoned me towards him. I moved close and he reached out and took my tits in his hands giving then a hard squeeze. “You’ve got great tits.”
He leant forward and took one of my tits into his mouth and sucked it for a brief second, bitting down hard on my nipple while Jesse watched. He grabbed my skirt and yanked it down around my ankles. He pushed my g-string to the side and forced two fingers up into my cunt.
“She’s nice and wet,” he said to Jesse and rubbed my clit with his free hand. “Sit down,” he ordered.
I walked back over to the sofa and sat down. I watched Doug lick his fingers clean. He stood up, removed his shirt and walk towards me. I figured he was going to fuck me to see if I would be capable of doing this a job. He placed his knees either side of my legs and undid his belt just in front of my face. He pulled his hard cock from his pants. It was maybe 8 inches long and almost as thick as my arm.
“Now suck it real good.”
I looked up at him. “I can’t wait to feel that inside me,” I smiled.
“You really are a little slut. But I can’t fuck you. Just suck the cum from my cock and swallow it like a good girl.”
I wrapped a hand around his cock and took it into my mouth. I sucked hard, wanking his cock with my right hard as I massaged his bell end with my tongue. I could taste his precum leaking into my mouth and I mixed it with my saliva and spat it on his cock.
“You really know how did suck cock,” he moaned. He grabbed my head and started to fuck my throat. “Take that slut,” he said rubbing his hands through my hair. I reached around and grabbed his arse with my hands pulling his cock deeper into my throat.
“I’m going to cum whore,” he groaned and blasted rope after rope of hot sticky cum down the back of my throat. He pulled his cock from my mouth and wanked it hard, spraying the last of him cum onto my face. His spunk dripped from my chin and landed on my tits as I sat there looking up at him.
He stopped to catch his breath so I took his cock in my hands and squeezed the last drops of spunk from his japs eye. I lapped up his cum.
“Fuck,” he moaned. “Well, you got the job.”
“Why didn’t you want to fuck me?” I asked.
“I’m allergic to condoms. Don’t worry, as soon s you get your STD certificate Jesse will send you round to my place. I’m going to fill your cunt full of cum.”
I smiled and licked his cum of my lips.

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The New Guy in Town

As I should’ve guessed by now, having lived most of my life in Arizona, the monsoon wasn’t as close as I’d thought. I’d sped home to get under cover before the rain started, only to be greeted by wind and thunder and lightning. It all looked ominous, and it smelled like rain, but I could’ve stood outdoors with my face up, staring at the clouds, and stayed that way for a long time without ever getting wet. I sighed and went inside. My landlords’ three cats, already terrified by the ominous rumblings outside, suddenly remembered it was dinnertime, and set up an unearthly howling, the weather temporarily forgotten.
I gave them twice as much wet food as they were supposed to have in the evening, figuring that if the little furballs went into a digestive coma afterward and missed the storm, it would be better for all of us.
I’d been housesitting for three weeks while my landlords escaped the heat in San Diego. This was a great arrangement; in exchange for eliminating the rent on the guest house I leased from them in back, I could stay in the house, if I chose, and my only duties were to entertain and look after the cats, collect the paper and mail, and just keep an eyeball on the place. I could live with this plan for the rest of my life, or at least the rest of the summer.
I went into the guest bedroom where I sometimes spent the night and changed out of my work clothes, stripping entirely before slipping into a pair of shorts and a tank top. If there had been other people around, I would’ve kept on my underwear, but it was hot and muggy, and I didn’t need to have anything binding around me. I would’ve considered wandering around the house naked, except I wanted to keep the window shades open and watch the storm let loose, if it ever did.
The cats had already demolished their food and disappeared for the evening as I came back into the living room. I sifted through the mail and found a mistaken delivery, to the new guy across the street. I thought that I could drop it in his mailbox tomorrow morning, but as I looked out the front window, I saw that he was in his front yard, dutifully raking up leaves and debris even as the oncoming storm tried to thwart his efforts. I paused and stared at him a few minutes.
Damn, he was cute! I’d already discussed this with my landlords, a gay couple, and we three were in total agreement. His name was Theo, and he was a professor in the fine arts department of the university. He was Greek, either by birth or by heritage, and he was one of those dark fellows, not very tall but well made, with curly black hair, and a beard and mustache. The few times I’d approached him to give him another piece of errant mail or to exchange phone numbers, in case of an emergency, he seemed nearly as shy as I. He spoke with a trace of an accent, and perhaps this made him reluctant to say much of anything to a stranger, but he smiled easily, I think, when I wasn’t too bashful to look away.
How stupidly bashful could I be as I felt myself tingle in several places as I looked at him, though? He was wearing the traditional summer uniform of the neighborhood, t-shirt, shorts and sandals (a departure from the more popular rubber flip-flops), leaving me with a pleasant view of his legs and bare arms. I wondered if he had a girl friend (my landlords wondered he had a boy friend); so far we’d only seen Theo and Theo alone, and one of my landlords had smiled at me before they’d left for the coast and mentioned something about hope springing eternal as he cocked his head in the direction of the house across the street.
“Fuck you,” I told him sweetly, waving good-bye to them both. Who was anyone kidding? I’m nobody’s cover girl. I enjoy food and loathe exercise. It’s boring as hell. Even if I was at my ideal weight, I doubt that it would be in keeping with the good old American standard of anorexic girls being the ones all the guys are looking for. All the women in my family have breasts and hips and butts, and none of that would go away if I dieted into oblivion. (The one time I did lose weight, the only man in my circle of friends and acquaintances who showed any interest in the new, svelte me was a guy with an established reputation of screwing anything female. There was talk that he’d go after boys, too, and I believed it. He did have a prick the size of my vibrator, and he could stay as hard as it for an incredibly long time; on the other hand, he had about as much personality as a vibrator, and the best thing about fucking with him was that I didn’t have to keep one hand on him to make sure that he stayed in place.)
Depressing memories and realities aside, I thought that I might as well be the good neighbor and give Theo his letter and warn him about the storm. I slipped on my sandals and grabbed my keys, turning on the porch light and a side light in the living room for good measure before locking the door.
“If you stay out here much longer, you’re going to get hit by lightning,” I said by way of hello. “Where in the world did you find garden tools with metal handles?”
“The last owner left them in the storage shed,” Theo said, looking at the rake in his hand. “You don’t think this is a good idea?”
“I think that there’s a reason for Home Depot selling wood-handled rakes and stuff. It’s about to let loose anyway,” I added, looking up at the sky. With the clouds, gray and grayer and nearly black, swirling above us, a deluge seemed imminent.
“All right.” Theo moved the wheelbarrow to the side of the house, in front of a gate that he said was padlocked from the other side. He tried to gather up the loose tools to carry them into the house and into the shed in the back, only he had more than an armload, and I volunteered to help. We exchanged a rake and a hula hoe for the letter I’d intended to give him, and I followed him through the front door. “I’m trying to be a good neighbor and look after my yard.”
I smiled at his back, slowing as he put on a few lights; the stormy pre-dusk had undermined any natural lighting afforded by open windows. “Everyone thinks that you’re doing a good job,” I assured him. He was happy hearing that and in the spirit of neighborliness, offered to give me a tour of his house. My smile was a little more self-conscious then. “I’ve already seen it. Whenever a house goes up for sale in the neighborhood, everyone makes it a point to investigate it.
“But, I like all of your bookcases,” I rushed to add. The living room was sparsely furnished, as was the rest of the house, but the longest stretch of wall in it was filled with tall bookcases, probably custom-built, most of them filled with hundreds of books.
“You like books? Me, too. This is the first house I’ve ever owned, and I swear that it will be the last. I don’t mind traveling, but I hated to pack up and move every few years. You see that I don’t have much furniture, so that wasn’t a hardship, but I got tired of seeing my books disappear into box after box. You can come over some time and look through my books, if you like.”
I murmured in agreement and we went through the house, out into the back yard. As Theo put away the tools in the small shed, I surveyed the yard. It was long and narrow, like the entire lot, and while the previous owners hadn’t spent nearly as much time working on it as they had the front, at least they’d put in some trees and allowed them to become established. Theo closed the shed and noticed me observing the back forty. He sighed.
“I don’t know what is to become of all this space,” he announced. “Here,” he indicated the small patio that we were standing upon and which ran the width of the back of the house, “I am having a spa put in, and making a grape arbor over half of it, but the rest –” He trailed off, as though those projects would do very little to improve the yard overall.
“Oh, I think this is nice. There are a lot of trees.”
He nodded. “Yes, good ones, too.” He led me out into the yard and we stopped by each. Like in the garden that I hoped to have one day, all of the trees were fruit-producing, and the previous owners had found some that I would’ve doubted to have much success in the desert (what one can do with drip irrigation and grey water!). There was an apple and an apricot, two lemon trees, a tangerine, and a lime tree. “I wish I could have an olive, right by the patio, but somebody told me I cannot.”
I explained to Theo that the city council had banned fruit-bearing varieties of olives, but he might plant a sterile one. He shook his head. “I know they are messy, but why have an olive tree with no olives?”
I nodded. “I know what you mean. But there are still a lot of old trees in town, and just about anyone who has them will let you pick as many as you want. I’ve done that before, and cured them.” Not in a few years, admittedly, but when I had, they’d turned out as good as any in an expensive deli.
“You have!” Theo’s face lit up, a bright spot in the gloom. “My mother made olives, and my aunts in Greece still do. I’ve helped, a long time ago, too. Perhaps we can go olive-picking this autumn.” I was ready to agree to anything, seeing that lovely smile. I commented that he might consider a pomegranate tree near the patio for shade and some privacy around the spa. He liked that idea, and just as a very loud and sustained roll of thunder washed over us and we looked at each other, both of us thinking that it was high time to leave the back yard, I noticed something odd over his shoulder.
“What’s that?” I asked, already having a good idea. I walked around him and went up to a stone sculpture, a little taller than I. It was standing near the back corner of the yard. It appeared to be a column, carved smooth on four sides, so that, except for the point at the top, it might be a very short obelisk.
On its top was the head of a satyr, bearded and crowned with grape leaves. Tendrils curled around its stone horns. The sightless face was calm and serene, very nearly unsatyrlike, only that the sculptor had given the tiniest curl to one side of the mouth, so this fellow was not quite as tranquil as he first let on.
“This is another reason for me staying in one place,” Theo chuckled, “my little herm. The nuisance weighs a lot, more than I, and I think he gets heavier with each move. I think he wants to settle down.”
“I think he’d be happy here, with all the trees.” I tried not to look down the front surface of the column.
“When things are more put together, I am going to move him to the patio, so he can enjoy it as well as I. He’s not going to be relegated to this lonely little place for much longer.” Theo patted the stone satyr on the shoulder.
“He’s – it’s very nice. I’d guess that he isn’t an original.”
“Oh, ho, not at all! He’d be in the Louvre or the British Museum if he were, or maybe even the Getty. No, I bought him in Greece years ago. He’s copied after some classic herms, but he isn’t quite in keeping with those. He’s made more for the tourist trade now.” Theo reluctantly pointed to the place I’d tried to avoid looking. “Today’s people are more prurient than the old Hellenes.”
Well, since he’d pointed, I might as well look. Most pictures that I’d seen of herm, or ones that were part of museum collections, had some indication of genitalia carved in the otherwise unadorned column. What I remember seeing were bas-relief depictions, or merely outlines, of an erect penis with a very symmetrical set of testicles balanced beneath.
No such false modesty for Theo’s herm. This statue’s genitals were three-dimensional, standing away from the column boldly in a thatch of carved pubic hair, and accurate in every detail. The fellow was uncircumsized and erect, pointing wickedly to the sky, yet the head of his penis was still somewhat encased in his stony foreskin. One could almost imagine that if a little patience were practiced, the glans of that erection would peek completely through, smooth and round and very, very hard.
A shattering clap of thunder had me imagining that in the next few seconds, either Theo or I would be struck by lightning. We weren’t that unlucky, but the thunder seemed to have opened the clouds at last, and we found ourselves in the middle of a downpour. “Back to the house!” Theo cried out to me, taking my hand and pulling me to him, in that direction. I didn’t think he needed to be that dramatic or that blunt, because I had no intention of standing out here any longer.
By the time we reached the patio, we might as well have run a mile in the rain. We were both drenched, and I followed Theo’s example and kicked off my sandals on the stoop before going into the utility room. Theo was laughing at our appearances (“wet desert rats!”) and he pulled two towels from the drier, handing me one as I tried not to drip too much on the floor.
I took the towel Theo had given me and made a few sweeps of my hair, giving it more attention than I wanted (it was only wet hair, after all) when I caught him watching me. The movement of my arms had called my unbound breasts into play, and my chilled nipples might’ve raked the thin cotton of my tank top had the wet cloth not clung to them possessively. Because of this, my newly-hardened nipples were mercilessly outlined, only decent due to the fabric that was rain-plastered over them. With an inward sigh, I put the towel over my shoulders, like a shawl, affording a curtain to this delicious little peep show.
“You said you like books. Let me show you something,” Theo suggested in a brittle voice, obviously wanting to change topics, spoken or observed. I followed him into the master bedroom. It was larger than most, the space at the foot of the bed capable of holding a pair of chairs clustered around a low table. There were a number of coffee table-style books on it, and Theo handed me the top one. “Here is my most recent work. Photos and text are both mine.” His eyes darted in the direction of the master bathroom. “If you want to look at it, I’ll be back in a few minutes.”
I smiled and took the book. As he disappeared, I settled myself on the poured-concrete footboard of the platform bed; it seemed more comfortable that either of the chairs in the room. I pulled the towel from my shoulders. It was already clammy, and I had enough of that from my top and shorts. I began to skim the pages of the books, bright, bold colors of Greek villages and the Aegean sea. I couldn’t stop thinking of the herm outside, or its shameless erection, being lashed by an Arizona monsoon, and I thumbed through the book, wondering if there might be any photos of Greek sculpture.
I glanced up as a heard a peculiar noise come from the bathroom. I couldn’t recall if Theo had closed a door, but the bath itself was recessed, and one had to go through the equivalent of a walk-in closet to reach it. As a result, privacy was assured even without a door.
Nevertheless, I nearly dropped the heavy book as I saw him reflected in a full-length mirror against one wall of the closet. Theo had pulled off his shirt. I don’t know where it had gone. His shorts were pooled at his ankles. He was leaning against the bathroom counter, his face screwed up in an inscrutable expression as both hands hovered over his groin.
He had grasped his fully erect penis, and although it was obscured with his actions, it could only be described as generous. The head was crimson and obviously bloated, ready and eager to bore into any willing female (or male, if my landlords had anything to say in the matter). I slid the book down to the floor, propping it against the footboard, never taking my eyes from this graphic demonstration. Without diverting my eyes, I pulled my top up to my armpits, releasing my breasts.
I attacked my nipples then, grasping each one between prodding fingers, the aureoles round and pebbly as the firm nipples swelled even more at the vigorous attention. We each pleasured ourselves for a little bit, my tits trembling and shaking as the crotch of my shorts was caught up high between my legs, growing wet with my juices. At other times, were I to stand up suddenly, I’d be embarrassed to have to recover the fabric from between my ass cheeks, but there wasn’t a thought of shame in me right now.
I gasped as I suddenly realized that Theo wasn’t masturbating, but trying to ease the blood from his erection. He was taking deep, open-mouthed breaths, attempting to calm himself, and with distress I began to see his penis pale, softening a little in his grip. My groin lurched at the spectacle, and I could feel the lips of my vulva alternately open and purse, begging to accept this rod if it were only offered. Even if he didn’t have fucking in mind, why on earth didn’t he relieve the tension in his groin the good old-fashioned way? There were towels within arms’ reach, and he’d no doubt feel better if he were only to allow nature to take its course.
My mind raced. I wasn’t being entirely altruistic, thinking only that Theo ought to be treating himself more gently. With each soundless gasp that escaped through his lips, I could swear I saw Theo’s erection flag a little more, the purple hue of animal passion drain into the ashen color of civility. I squeezed my breasts to my chest and suppressed a deep sigh, even a throat-seizing groan. Maybe I shouldn’t have — maybe I should’ve called to Theo in this uncontrolled way, calling him to me like a stallion to a mare, a dog to a bitch in heat. After all, it was no mistake that I (yes, me!) must have caused this wonderful, sexual response. My hips were jutting forward, and I took a deep breath.
“Theo, can you come here a minute?” I said in a raised voice. I could see him pause, distracted by me, and this brief respite allowed his unruly penis to try and recover its former glory. Oh, God, I saw it jerk hard in his hand! I felt a phantom prick, and big as the one he was trying to suppress, working its way into my cunt as a matching pulsation twinged between my legs.
“A moment,” he replied, working again, now with more fervor on controlling his desire.
“No, now, please.” Each word was a sentence, a calm but irrefutable command, and I was pleased that I’d had the good sense to make my request in a sane manner. I watched as he pulled his shorts up his legs clumsily, and I grinned as I noticed, him walking back to the bedroom door, that he’d only drawn the garment over his front; his firm, perfectly-formed ass refused to be bound unless he made a stronger effort to conceal it. I leaned back on the footboard, and when he ducked his head around the door to see what I considered so important, his face froze in surprise.
My breasts were still exposed; I’d left them on their own to argue our case as I’d pulled the crotch of my shorts to one side with my left hand. With my right, I teased open the folds of pink skin and gave a tiny cry of pleasure as I located, then gently pinched my swollen clitoris. It was as excited as his penis, only I wasn’t doing anything so foolish as trying to stop the ecstasy I was feeling. Knowing that I had his undivided attention, I toyed with my clit for a few moments before I eased my index finger between the moist lips of my vulva, into my vagina. I trembled, partly for show, mostly for the fierce sensation I’d given myself. The walls of my pussy sucked at my finger greedily, and my pelvis rocked my buttocks on the hard seat.
I’d fixed my eyes upon him the moment his head had appeared around the doorway, but as I masturbated, my eyes focused and unfocused dreamily upon his face. Perhaps that made the fact that I’d never displayed myself so explicitly for anyone as I was doing now easier for my rational mind to accept.
“I’m sure there’s something that would feel even better than this.” It took a lot of effort for me to say this without slurring my speech or moaning like a banshee. I pulled out my finger, and a wet, soaked sound of lust accompanied it.
“We hardly know each other.” That was certainly true. If I intended this to be our first sexual encounter, what had been our first date, or our courtship? Looking at the erection on that herm?
Theo didn’t leave his hiding place, but I could see in the mirror that his ass quivering as he pulled himself against the door-jamb. No doubt he was pressing his cock against it, a final attempt to conquer the unconquerable. Was it as hard as I’d first seen it? Oh, please, I silently begged any higher power that smiles upon these salacious matters, let it be so!
I swallowed hard and forced some saliva into my dry mouth, so when I spoke, it wouldn’t sound like a rusty latch. “We know each other well enough to know what we need.” Yes, there was want there, but there was also a need, possibly greater than we could imagine or dared to admit. I stood up, a little wobbly; my toes burrowed into the carpet, steadying me, and I waited a few moments before slipping my shorts down my legs, stepping out of them defiantly. I heard him start to make another excuse, and I silenced it with a groan, as my hands went to my chest, massaging my breasts and sliding under the soft skin of them.
“Please, Theo,” I said in a weirdly detached way. No, I wasn’t detached from the request; I was only begging politely.
I let him watch as I pulled at my nipples with my extended fingertips until they were as hard as I ever remember them being. I stood still then and offered the rose-tipped flesh to him. “Your herm is ready for me,” I said quietly; if he didn’t like what he saw, a chunky but extremely horny woman standing in his own bedroom, I doubt that the herm would give a damn. There was naked commitment in my voice, “If I have to, I’ll go out there and take care of myself.”
I was dead-serious, and Theo knew it. I think that we could both imagine me walking bare-skinned across the yard, defying the rain and the thunder, my feet and legs spattered with mud, my hair plastered in strings to my back and shoulders. I squirmed as I imagined myself embrace the column, my feet unsure in the slurry of gravel, sand and mud, but then straddling the constant erection, wet with rain, and a moment later, wetter with my lascivious urges. I groaned as a clap of thunder rolled over the house.
Please, Theo, I prayed, I want it this way.
I held onto my breasts as Theo surrendered, coming out of the bathroom/closet, still maintaining a partial modesty. I think his prick was the only thing keeping his shorts at his waist. He faced me, dark eyes drinking me in, and in spite of his protests or attempts for reason, I could smell not only his fresh sweat, but the underlying aroma sex that emanated from him. No man smells like that who doesn’t want to act upon such desires. I felt his hands touch the tops of my breasts, and I released them to his warm, willing hands. “What tetas!” he murmured, obviously pleased. He leaned down to kiss each one hello, rolling the nipples around in his wet mouth like hard, sweet candies. “Such tetas! So lovely!”
I murmured a thanks and pulled at the waistband of his shorts. Without a struggle, they came away and dropped to the ground, while his erection defied gravity and prudence. It was as bold as when he’d first tried to restrain it, and it hovered expectantly in front of me, as if knowing exactly where to go. This close, I was immediately intimidated by the size of it. All those unromantic and accurate terms for it raced through my mind: boner, club, schlong. Even if I disregarded such vulgarities, I was facing no less than a big, fat cock.
Theo looked up from my breasts and chuckled. “Now a little frightened?” he asked. He might’ve been teasing me, questioning my motives, but his thumbs massaged my nipples, very wet with his saliva, and I doubt that he wanted me to change my mind now.
“Maybe, a little. It’s been a while, that’s all,” I replied as bravely as I could, but yes, I was frightened, too. It was beautiful and terrifying, all at once.
“Yes, for me, too. That’s why he’s so lusty.” Theo put his mouth against my ear. “But he’s always this big.” He finished this statement with a warm chuckle.
“It doesn’t mean that I don’t want – you,” I whimpered and put out my hands, taking the erection in them both and placing it between my thighs. I didn’t angle it up to penetrate me, not yet, but merely settled it along the length of my groin, so Theo would realize in very little time how hot and wet he was making me (and had already made me). Now, having straddled my own living herm, I embraced him, my arms around his shoulders, my hands twining in his dark, curly hair. My breasts crushed to his chest, and he released them to slide his palms over my broad hips.
Each large hand grappled with a buttock, eventually pushing them in rhythm so that his hips ground against mine. “What lovely round cheeks you have. Nice juicy handfuls!” He kneaded them like dough, as his penis jerked and bucked against me, eager to find its deep, dark refuge. It very nearly hurt as it stabbed up at me, and I wondered if Theo were in pain, the blunt, eager head trying over and over to find a sanctuary.
The two of us bravely kept it at bay, focusing on each others’ panting mouths with their probing tongues and parted lips, or on my nipples, nestled in the mat of dark hair on his chest, or my buttocks, massaged with growing desire. Here was our missing courtship, a little unorthodox by our quick undressing but passionate and loving, nevertheless. Oh, he had a nice ass, too, maybe a little too round for some womens’ tastes, but dished in nicely upon the sides, unbelievably sexy under my touch. My fingers trembled as I explored him. His skin was hot to the touch.
I cried out as a bold knuckle, which had been pressing delightfully against the bud of my anus, withdrew to allow a fully-extended finger to waggle its way up my rectum. The cheeks of my buttocks closed hard around the intruder’s hand, but not before I had realized how quickly (and effortlessly) he had entered me. “Ah, do you like me knocking at your back door, to play there, or not?” Theo asked; the rapid, easy penetration had suggested one thing, but my tightened bottom another.
“I’ve got to get used to it.” He wiggled the coy offender in place. It felt awfully good. I smiled at him and rotated my ass in reply. “That’s a nice start.”
“Then I’ll do it more,” he promised. He might’ve, had I not been nearly knocked from my feet by a massive pulsation of his penis. I shuddered at the sensation, crying out in surprise, and he let go of my rump. His finger dallied its way out of my butt, tickling me between my cheeks. “I think it best if we relax on the bed.” I nodded and stepped back, the turgid head of his erection dragging itself wetly over my vulva and clitoris. I shivered and moved quickly to the bed, tossing back the covers and sliding onto it on my belly, reveling in the coolness of the linen sheets. Theo was a bit more reserved, as there was no way to lie on his stomach without great forethought.
I rolled onto my back and brazenly splayed open my legs. “Are you always this accommodating?” he chortled.
“Oh, God, never before,” I confessed to him with complete honesty. That was true, and I hoped that he believed me, but it was also true that I was seduced by his maleness, wanting and needing it beyond all reason. “You are just so – ” I fought for the right word, and didn’t find it, ” – nice. Sexy. Handsome. Horny – I mean, you make me horny.” I groaned and massaged my breasts, not caring how I looked or what he thought; I had been transported to ultimate desire. I’d nearly been there before, watching him clandestinely from across the street, then masturbating in my bed, imagining how he might feel and how he might fill me if he were to lie between my legs.
“I am so hot, I can’t stand it,” I breathed. My hips rolled up, the lips of my groin winking open for him.
Maybe I should’ve calmed myself down then and given some thought to just kissing and cuddling together on the wide bed, or, allowing him to suck on my nipples more, but all of my body was concentrating on my genitals, and they nearly cried for satisfaction. “I need you, Theo.”
He nodded and held his ground. How he could just stand there, nude, erect, oozing a thick, big bead of precum –
“You can make love to me,” I said, “but if you just want to call it fucking, that’s all right, too.” No commitments, just sex. If that was all that happened, I’d be unhappy about it, but it had happened to me before and I’d survived. This time felt the best of my previous sexual encounters, and I feared most it coming to nothing. Even now I had astounding memories to treasure.
“It is all the same,” he said with a sultry smile, approaching the bed, “fucking, rutting, making love. I will do all that to you. Would you like that, little one?”
I only groaned a positive reply, the erect penis hovering over me. My hips levered up, hungry and needy, and I kept them suspended as the slick head of his hard erection finally kissed my pussy lips in welcome. His strong hands supported my buttocks in a warm hammock. Then flesh made way for flesh, softness for hardness, and when I came to rest upon the mattress, I was pinned there with a delightful, demanding pressure upon me and within me. I cried out my first orgasm then, with just the head of his cock within me, opening the passage in a tender but relentless manner, pushing the lips apart. Theo hardly minded my wailing, and stared lovingly at me until it and my climax passed, his cock-head tenuously anchored within me. Then there was a long, slow introduction to his organ, my vagina stretching and clasping around it. It was a tight fit, but he went with the utmost ease, until the root of his penis pressed hard to my throbbing clitoris, and I knew that it wasn’t going to be my last climax.
His first orgasm was swift. Barely four complete strokes passed before he muttered something I couldn’t understand, then a stiffening of his whole body, as though his cock had taken control of him. A hot fullness followed with a coarse groan from deep in his chest.
Theo cradled me in his arms, his head and chest slightly raised over mine. The barest tip of his tongue played over my lips, and when they parted, it slipped in to touch the hard and soft interface between my upper lip and my teeth. Such a small, nearly innocent gesture, yet I was already beginning to undulate against him, desiring him again. “Ah, little one, what a lively creature you are,” he laughed low, retrieving his tongue and pushing his lips to mine.
“I’m hardly little,” I replied. There wasn’t much difference in height, and his solid, just-over-slim build made me uncomfortable with my proportions.
“Well, I want a term of endearment for you, and I thought that one was not too familiar.” I laughed aloud at that; we had just endured bone-shattering orgasms in each other’s arms, we were sweating like plow horses, my pussy was oozing the thick cream of his semen, and his penis looked as though it had been iced like a cinnamon bun. If that wasn’t familiar, Theo had a different dictionary than the one I used. I think he caught the irony, and he cocked his head. “Shall I call you dear one?”
“That’s nice,” I smiled, settling back on the pillows. “I like little one, though. It sounds fine, coming from you.”
“I shall call you all manner of sweet things, and show them to you, too.” His smile was big and very white against his beard and mustache. He kissed me again, impulsively, and trying to maintain this cavalier aura, he jostled me in his arms. There was an additional thrust of his groin against my hip. “Tell me, little one, if I had not come to my senses, would you have gone outside to be satisfied by the herm?”
The worst part of the storm had passed, but there was a steady rain pattering on the window above us. His eyes studied me closely, and I could be nothing less than honest. He had seen me naked and desperate, unashamed by acting like a whore in front of a near stranger. “Yes, I would’ve gone out there,” I replied, “but I only would have been relieved by the herm. Here I was satisfied. By you.”
He blinked at me several times; although he smiled, his eyes were somber. He was trying to find something to say, but nothing seemed adequate. I felt the pulse of his penis on my skin, and I moved a little into it, and it responded with an immediate thickening. I sighed in pleasure at this small victory, his desire returning as quickly as his erection. Now he found words. “Shall I satisfy you again, dear one?” I had already slipped from his grasp and assumed the posture of a woman in heat. With a chuckle, he replied with that of a man in need, in lust.
We ate the sausage and mushroom pizza in bed, not wanting to be far from it in the event our sexual appetite returned, although we would’ve used any willing surface to support either one of our backs. Theo had gone to answer the door, even though I teased him that he wouldn’t be able go five minutes without an erection. He’d tossed the comforter over me to hide my charms from his all-too-easily persuaded eyes, and turned his back on me as he slipped on his shorts. I’d planned to fix him when he returned, and arranged myself in all my naked glory in the center of the bed. Propped up on pillows and cushions, my index and middle fingers were deep in my pussy as I heard him humming, coming back to the bedroom. He’d anticipated my trick, and he was already nude, half-erect, as he came into the room.
He balanced the pizza box on the foot-board and climbed into bed beside me. “Such a wicked thing,” he nuzzled my cheek, pulling my hand from between my legs. “I thought we both decided we were hungry.”
We had, and I might’ve made some flippant comment about preferring lowly pizza to sex, except I could only watch and let out a thin sound of desire, as he took my offending fingers and sucked them dry, one by one, never taking his eyes from me. “What a lovely appertif,” he sighed, savoring each one. I thought it best to restrain myself during dinner, and we sat together like old college friends, sharing a glass of Coke as we ate over the pizza box. In spite of our remarkable reserve, the pizza was slippery with cheese, and we each suffered our share of spattered tomato sauce and the errant mushroom slice. A quick lick here or there served for a hasty clean-up, but we’d benefit from a real shower after dinner.
Theo put aside the pizza box and the uneaten portion and I rolled onto my belly, feeling pleasantly but not overly full. The gnawing sensation from having missed dinner several hours ago had been appeased, and I was returning to my reverie at being naked in this wonderful fellow’s bed. I turned up my head as he lay beside me, and he kissed some tomato sauce from the corner of my mouth. “Would my little one like a shower?” he said, reading my mind.
“That would be nice.” I could hear the rain continue outside, slowing at last. I certainly didn’t want to go home. To prove that point, I swayed my bottom a little, and Theo ran his hand from my shoulder, where he’d been tangling it in my hair, down my spine and over my buttocks, letting it remain there. The very tips of his fingers dropped into the curving crack. He leaned forward and nuzzled my shoulder.
“Do you know what a hoplite is, little one?” he asked me lazily, the pads of his fingers pressing against my buttocks almost imperceptibly. While I don’t think I reacted outwardly, I heard a catch in my inner voice. Had he read my mind again? I murmured a yes, and found myself spreading my legs apart more than slightly so that the cheeks of my ass moved apart as well. Theo rumbled a laugh in his chest and took advantage of this development; his fingertips touched lower against my flesh, coming to rest on the narrow strip of tissue that formed the separation between my buttocks. “Do you know how they loved?”
I raised my head and looked at him over my shoulder. “Why do you ask?”
“Just curious. Your beautiful bottom seems intrigued by such things.” To prove his point, a single finger touched my anus, resting there lightly but persistently, like a dragonfly on a blade of grass. I let out a hiss of desire. “You see?”
“Yes.” I hoped that he might put a finger in me again, as he had done while we shared our first sensual embrace, but he didn’t. “I’ve only done that once before, Theo,” I told him matter of factly. “Actually, it was done to me. I’d said I was interested, and about all I did from that point was to get on my hands and knees. The next thing I knew I had the guy’s entire dick up my ass.” I said this as quickly as the encounter had been for me. “It hurt like fire, and there was blood afterward.”
“Oh, your poor bottom!” he said empathically, regarding it with a certain sadness. “What an idiot he must’ve been.”
I shrugged, acknowledging his assessment of my previous encounter. “Well, it didn’t happen again.” That one experience hadn’t completely soured me on the idea, and I smiled at Theo. “I’m not unwilling, with the right person, and the right touch,” I said quietly. The dragonfly pushed against me very nicely, and I sighed, a smile curling my lips.
Theo drew me from the bed and took me into the bathroom, which had a separate shower stall and bathtub. We decided on a shower, the bathtub really only made to accommodate a single person – we’d wait for that new spa to explore our lust underwater. Our initial soaping brought Theo to a proud erection, as large as it always was, just as he’d whispered into my ear. I was a little anxious, but I’d been consumed with pleasure during our first intercourse. Now he was unerringly patient, massaging my buttocks and my thighs, rubbing my belly and breasts with an erotic massage that in time made me willing to do anything with him.
With a generous handful of liquid soap and warm water, I turned my back on him, leaning against the glass of the shower walls as he gently pried my cheeks apart. I fondled his penis and positioned the swollen head against my skin. I finally gathered up my courage let go of it and pressed my hands to the glass, forcing myself to breathe evenly and deeply. In this position I had to trust Theo entirely.
Each exhalation from my lungs was a form of relaxation, and I felt the turgid knob of his erection rest low between the cheeks of my soapy buttocks. I tried not to tense up. I’d licked and sucked it in bed, and it didn’t seem so threatening there. On the other hand, my mouth could open a lot wider than my ass, which seemed to have a particularly stubborn mind of its own, particularly at a time like this.
A few moments passed, and now I felt Theo press the glans against me with a heavy, deliberate tension. My sphincter widened gradually and stayed that way. No relief, no respite. I heard myself mewling and crying, tiny sobs, but I wasn’t going to say no or stop. More pressure. Please don’t let it be pain, I prayed, forcing myself to take deep breaths. Water from the shower spilled into my open mouth. More pressure. “Oooh,” I moaned, locking my knees so I wouldn’t jerk away from between Theo and the wall.
There was a sudden ease in the pressure, only a tiny bit, really, but a notifiable change, and I heard Theo laughing in the rush of water. My sphincter was stretched open and being held there by the width of his erection. Theo’s hands slipped around me, taking hold of a heaving breast.
“Look, dear one,” he urged me, “see how pretty you are in the mirror.” He could see me pressed against the clear glass of the shower door, and as he saw my smile in the reflection, he squeezed my breasts.
“You look so happy. Even your tetas are happy.” My nipples were hard and pleasingly sore with his kisses and nips. “And how is your little pearl? Is it happy, too?” One hand reached down between my legs, coaxing my clit out of its fleshy sheath with a few tempting strokes.
I leaned against him, trying to watch us. “Are you in all the way?” I asked, nuzzling his neck.
“Oh, my heavens, no, little one. A little at a time. No more this time. This is a strange, exotic place for both of us. We need to go slowly so we can explore it.” I reached behind me and discovered that only the head of his penis had penetrated me; the shaft was nestled between my cheeks. “You see? Just my juicy purple plum on top – it feels good just like this, doesn’t it?”
I could hardly argue with him. I was pleasantly opened, and my mound was being fingered expertly. I began to respond to that, which in turn, tightened my anus around his erection. He grasped at the tightness, which only served to spur me to another spasm of passion. We took turns gasping for air, and after an brief but intense interlude of squeezing and massaging and prodding, we came one after the other, my body leaning heavily against the glass, water cascading over my shoulders and back, my clit burning down to my toes, while Theo cried out like the thunder, delivering wave after wave of come into me. He carefully leaned on me, as the spasms passed through his penis and into my body, and already I was anticipating the next time we joined this way, taking his erection just a little deeper into my body, locking it into me ruthlessly.
I moved in a week later.

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True Story

My gay tale

this my first story and it is my true story. i have changed the names and made a few changes in the story as well. this is just a start i will write more.

Fiction

Wardrobe for sale. Wife not included.

This is the first story I’ve posted here. I wrote it about one of my favourite themes: my wife with another man. It’s not perfect, but I was keen to write a whole story from start to finish, rather than getting bored of a story midway through due to a misguided sense of perfectionism.

Fantasy

The Devil’s Pact Chapter 12: Aftermath

The Devil’s Pact
by mypenname3000
Copyright 2013
Chapter Twelve: Aftermath
“You fucking whore!” Allison yelled at Sister Louise and swung the wooden spoon in her hand hard, smacking it across Sister Louise’s pale ass.
“Please stop!” Sister Louise begged in pain. “Please, it hurts! Ahhh!” Another wooden spoon smacked her ass, swung by Desiree. “Please, God, save your servant!” Smack! Allison hit her ass and Sister Louise moaned in pain. Smack! Desiree hit her ass. Smack!
The living room was a mess. Furniture lay strewn about, the carpet was sticky with blood from Korina and Desiree’s wounds. Korina was lying on her back while Fiona pressed a towel to her left arm, staunching the blood from her bullet wound. Chasity was talking in her radio. The police officer was still topless, although she had recovered her gun from when Sister Louise made her drop it. Xiu was in the kitchen, attending to her bleeding nose. Apparently, Mary landed a nice kick while they were struggling and Xiu’s nose appeared broken. Violet huddled in the corner, the teenager hugging herself and watching the nun get beat with dull eyes.
I sat on the recliner, my head aching from the rolling pin Korina had cracked across my skull while under the control of Sister Louise. Mary sat across my lap, hugging me tightly as we watched Allison and Desiree take turns spanking the nun’s ass with wooden spoons. The nun was bent over the arm of the couch and the air was filled with wood smacking flesh and the nun’s grunts and yelps of pain. Her ass was slowly turning into a mass of red welts.
Smack! “Oh, please stop, please!” Smack! “It hurts, it hurts! Mercy, please God, Mercy!” Smack! “Please!”
The bitch deserved it. She tried to steal our powers and take our sluts from us. And spanking was only the beginning.
Smack! “Stop!” Smack! “I’m sorry, please stop!” Smack!
“The ambulance will be here in three minutes, sir” Chasity reported. She was our newest sex slave. Before the nun attacked us, I thought it would be prudent to have some bodyguards. I pictured a cadre of sexy women would be perfect, but after Louise so effortlessly took control of our sluts, I wasn’t so sure anymore.
I kissed Mary’s wrist, right above her scrapes. “I gotta head off the police and medics. Make sure they understand what’s going on.”
“Yeah,” Mary said, flatly. There was a distant look in her eyes, like she was off somewhere else.
“You okay, Mare?”
She sighed. “Just tired.”
“It’ll be okay, Mare,” I told her, kissing her on the forehead.
“Sure, it will,” she whispered, and tears started to brim in her eyes. “Until the next nun comes.”
“We defeated this one, we can defeat the next one,” I told her, trying to sound like I believed it. “We’re better than them. And we have Lilith.”
Mary nodded, wiping at her tears and trying to appear convinced, but I could still see lingering fear in her eyes. “Okay, Mark. Let’s go talk to the police.”
She slipped off my lap and helped me stand up. I swayed a bit, still a little dazed from the blow to my head. Mary slipped her arm around my waist to support me and together we walked outside as the sound of sirens grew in the distant. It was still light outside, the sun just starting to set. It was hard to believe that from the time I walked through the door and was attacked to now was only twenty or so minutes. It seemed like hours ago when I laid in pain on the floor as that nun rode my cock, trying to get me to cum so she could take my powers. It was just so damned normal outside. Our entire world had just been turned upside down and yet out on the street, everything seemed the same. Up the street, a man mowed his lawn. On the porch next door a woman dressed in a business jacket and skirt smoked a cigarette, sitting on a porch swing. An elderly couple walking their two dogs.
Sirens grew in the distance and a Puyallup patrol car was the first emergency vehicle to race up the road, parking next to Chasity’s cruiser. Two more patrol cars quickly followed and more cops spilled out. I waved them over and greeted them friendly. “Officers, I’m Mark Glassner and this is Mary Sullivan. Anything we do is perfectly legal. If anyone approaches you and says ‘I serve Mark Glassner’ or ‘I serve Mary Sullivan’ you will do whatever they say.”
The three cops nodded. “Okay, Mr. Glassner,” the elder of the trio said. His hair was graying and he had white chevron stripes on his sleeve. I guess he was a sergeant.
“Okay, there’s a woman with a gunshot in the arm. The woman who shot her is Louise Afra and is being disciplined inside. I will keep custody of her and make sure she’s punished.”
The sergeant didn’t even blink. “Absolutely, Mr Glassner.” Another wave of dizziness rolled through me and I stumbled a bit and Mary grunted as she steadied me. “Are you all right, sir?” the sergeant asked.
“I’m fine,” I muttered.
“He got hit in the head,” Mary butted in.
Chasity walked out of the house, still topless. “Officer Vinter, where is the rest of your uniform,” the sergeant spluttered. The other two cops eyed her appreciatively, smiling and elbowing each other.
Chasity blushed. “Mark’s orders, Sgt. Kelly.”
“It’s okay for Chasity, or any woman who’s beautiful, to go topless or even totally nude,” Mark told the cops.
“Absolutely,” one of the cops, a lean Asian in his late twenties, said while he leered at Chasity.
“The prisoner is still being disciplined,” Chasity said. “Is there anything else, Sir?”
“So, Mark, why don’t you introduce me,” Mary said, eying Chasity.
“Right,” I answered. “Mary, this is Chasity, she’s going to be one of our bodyguards, or at least she will if we can figure out a way to protect the sluts from being dominated by one of these nuns.”
Mary reached out and fingered Chasity’s nipple. “So, you’re my slut now?”
Chasity shuddered in pleasure. “Yes, mam.”
The ambulance arrived followed by a red, fire truck. More neighbors were gathering on their porches and driveways to watch the events. The ambulance drivers and firefighters gathered their equipment and walked up. I ordered them to ignore anything weird going on in the house. Several started to work on Korina’s gunshot, while another check me out, shining a light into my eyes, and asking me questions. Korina was loaded into the ambulance to be taken to Good Sam for surgery. Xiu and I were recommended to go to the ER to be check out. Two more cops arrived while I was being examined and that was two more cops under my orders. It wouldn’t be long before the entire Puyallup Police Department was under my orders.
Then the first of the news crews arrived. I shouldn’t be surprised that an officer involved shooting in a rich neighborhood would attract the news. And that drew the Chief of Police, an iron hard man in his fifties, with gray hair and whip-thin frame. He looked in better shape than some of his officers in their thirties. His uniform was clearly the dress blues of the Puyallup Police Department, with silver piping, epaulet with silver eagles, and various medals decorated his chest.
“Chief Hayward,” I greeted. He had a firm handshake. I gave him the standard instructions and led him into the house.
Allison and Desiree were still vigorously spanking Louise, who’s ass was solid red with welts. Desiree was naked, having removed her ruined maid’s outfit, her nut brown skin had a sheen of sweat and her heavy breasts bounced and jiggled as she swung her wooden spoon. Teenage Allison was a fair skinned, petite girl with generous sized breasts, although not as large as Desiree’s. She was wearing her maid’s outfit, bodice so transparent her hard nipples and silver barbell piercings were easily visible. She was bent over slightly, her short, ruffled skirt hiked up to expose the many petticoats underneath as well as just the bottom of her pert ass.
Fiona walked in from the kitchen, naked. Apparently, Louise had interrupted the sluts shopping trip and they didn’t get any of the maid outfits or other slutty clothing as we told them to get. Fiona remember her orders, though, and must have stripped naked while the medics worked on Korina. She was curvy Irish gal with strawberry-blonde hair that was pulled back in a ponytail. She could almost be Mary’s sister, both had freckled faces and breasts, although Fiona’s tits were a cup-size larger, and both had fiery pubic hair, Mary’s waxed save for a heart-shaped patch above her pussy while Fiona’s was a mass of wild, red hair.
Violet was curled up on the recliner Mary and I had vacated, still clothed. Her hair was messed up, locks escaping her pig tails, and she had several scratches on her arm from Allison wrestling her to the ground. “Slut!” Mary barked at Violet. “You’re in the house and not naked!”
“Sorry, Mistress!” Violet gasped, the blood draining from her face. She quickly pulled off her black dress and started to pull off her knee socks with garters encircling her slim thighs when Mary stopped her.
“Uhhhmm, you look delicious with those on,” Mary purred, eying the teenage girl’s slim body. Her breasts were small, just budding with small nipples. A curly bush of brown hair covered her tight cunt. Mary bent her over the other arm of the same sofa that Louise was bent over and smacked Violet’s ass, hard.
“One,” Violet gasped, “thank you, Mistress.” Every time Mary smacked her ass, Violet counted aloud and thanked her. Mary enjoyed disciplining the sluts, and I enjoyed watching, or I would if I didn’t have this pounding headache. Between spankings, Mary would caress her ass and pussy, and Violet was visibly aroused by the fifth spanking, rubbing herself against the couch arm.
“Fiona, why don’t you get to know, Chief Hayward,” I ordered as the chief sat down in one of the reclining chairs. Fiona smiled and before the chief could react, draped her naked form across his lap and kissed him on the lips. The chief was flustered and I could see a gold wedding band on his finger. But he didn’t object after a moment. The old guy probably hasn’t had a naked twenty-year old on his lap in thirty years.
“You’re going to keep the prisoner?” Chief Hayword asked, glancing over at Louise. He seemed uncomfortable at her treatment.
“Yeah.”
“What am I supposed to tell the reporters, or the DA?”
I thought for a minute. “Have the DA call me if he has any concerns. As for the news reports, tell them that a Louise Afra is being detained for attempted murder and breaking and entering.” That way, whoever sent Louise would now she failed. Hopefully, it would make them cautious.
The chief frowned, but nodded his head. “Okay, Mr. Glassner.”
“So, Chief Hayword,” I said. “I’m going to need a group of officers to provide protection for Mary and I, and our sluts.”
“I think that might be arranged,” the Chief said as Fiona begin kissing at his neck. His hand had found her plump breast and hard nipple. “How many?”
I had thought about that. I figured three eight-hour shifts with two officers would require six for a day, so double that should be enough. “Twelve.”
The Chief frowned. “That’s a lot of manpower. That’s almost an entire patrol shift.”
“Well, they also have to young, attractive women, like Officer Vinter,” I said, pointing to Chasity.
Smack! “Nine, thank you Mistress!” purred Violet.
“There’s maybe two more officers that I have that fit the bill,” Chief Hayword said.
I frowned. Fuck, I didn’t think about that. I thought for a moment, then asked, “Well, is there anyway we can get a meeting with other police departments?”
Smack! “Thirteen, thank you Mistress!”
“Yeah,” the Chief said, nodding. “There’s a board meeting for LESA in a two days. All Chiefs of Police in Pierce County and the Sheriff will be there.”
“Lisa? What’s that?”
“The local law enforcement pools their resources for things like 911 operators and radio dispatchers. The Law Enforcement Support Agency, or LESA, takes care of that. All the Chief of Police and the County Sheriff sit on the board.”
Smack! “Fifteen, thank you Mistress!”
I nodded. That would work if we could figure out a way to make the sluts immune to these nuns. “Okay, I’ll be there.” I shook his hand. “Have fun with Fiona,” I said with a smile.
“Er, yeah,” Chief Hayward said, looking embarrassed.
“We’re going to have lots of fun, Master,” Fiona purred. “His cock feels so hard in his pants. I bet you haven’t had a hot chick in years.”
“My wife is very beautiful,” the Chief said.
“Not as beautiful as me,” Fiona challenged.
“No,” Hayward whispered and Fiona smiled wickedly.
“Twenty, thank you Mistress!”
“Any of your officers is free to fuck any of the sluts save for Violet.” I told the chief. Mary who just had finished disciplining Violet, looked questioningly at me. “My cock’s the only one that’s been up her cunt, I want it to stay that way,” I told her.
“Oh, thank you Master,” Violet cooed.
Mary smacked her ass again. “Don’t think you’re any better than the other sluts, just less used. So, can I finally take you to the hospital, hun? I want to make sure Korina didn’t scramble your brains.”
“Fine, fine,” I said. “Sluts, you can stop disciplining the bitch, for now.” I walked over to Louise, and gripped her face hard in my hand, twisting her face to stare up at me. “Cunt, you’re the property of Mary and I now. You will obey the commands of every one of our sluts.”
Mary spat in her face. “You will only go by Sister Cuntrug!” Mary ordered.
“Y-yes,” Sister Cuntrag stammered, tears streaming down her face.
Mary slapped her face, hard. “You address me as Mistress, Cuntrag!”
“Sorry, Mistress!”
I walked around Sister Cuntrag and stared at her red ass and furry pussy that peaked out between her thighs. I unzipped my pants and pulled my hard cock out and smacked her ass, enjoying her moan of pain. And then I slid my cock down her ass and between her legs and shoved it up her cunt. She was dry and she screamed in pain as I rammed it up her. Her cunt was rough on my dick.
“Mark, I thought we were going to the hospital,” Mary objected.
“Just let me rape the bitch, Mare,” I panted, fucking Cuntrag hard.
“Fine, hun,” Mary sighed. She pressed her body against my side and kissed me. “Don’t take too long.” Then she disappeared into the kitchen to get Xiu.
“Rape her, Master!” cooed Allison. Desiree had wrapped her arms around Allison and was fingering the slut beneath her skirt, as Desiree watched in satisfaction.
Violet sat on the other arm of the couch, watching wide eyed, her legs were spread and she pinched her clit gently. Chasity leaned against the corner of the couch, watching in fascination as she slowly rubbed her crotch against the corner, masturbating on the couch. Her breast swayed with her rhythm.
I grasped Cuntrag’s hips and just slammed into her hard and deep. She was sobbing, wiggling her ass, trying to escape my cock. “Why are you fighting, whore!” I demanded in anger. “This is what you wanted! You came here to get my cock up her nasty twat and shoot my cum inside you! Why aren’t you happy!”
“Please!” begged Sister Cuntrag, “Please stop! I’m sorry! Let me go, I won’t tell anyone, I promise!”
“Fuck that!” I moaned. “You’re mine, now! So you better learn to like having my cock up her cunt! Now, beg for my cum!”
“P-please! C-um inside me!”
“You can do better, whore!”
“Cum inside my n-nasty, dirty c-cunt!” she stammered. “Fill me up with your thick cum, Master!”
“Here you go!” I moaned. “Here it cums!” My cock flooded her dry pussy with cum. I pulled my cock out of her swollen pussy, white sperm leaking out. Cuntrag sobbed quietly.
Mary was back and slapped Cuntrag’s face. “Good little sluts thank their Master when he gives them his cum!”
“T-thank you, Master,” Cuntrag cried.
“Chasity, go throw Sister Cuntrag into the a closet,” I ordered as I put away my cock. “Then you sluts will start cleaning up, unless any cop wants a taste of your snatches. Desiree, the carpet probably needs replacing, so start making calls. When you’re finished, there’s a bunch of duffel bags in my car, take them down to the basement and start counting the money.”
“Yes, Master,” Allison and Desiree said together and then giggled. The naughty sluts were looking forward to having some cop dicks up their twats.
Fiona didn’t answer, she was too busy, having already fished out the Chief’s cock and was slowly riding him. Mary smacked her ass. “Did you hear the orders, slut?”
“Oh, yes,” Fiona moaned, riding the Chief’s cock.
I grabbed Violet and whispered, “Get the camcorder and film the Chief with Fiona.” It couldn’t hurt to have some blackmail, just in case.
Mary kissed all the sluts farewell. On the way to the car, I gave the cops the word there were free cunts inside for their uses. I always believed in supporting the boys in blue. Then Mary, Xiu, and I got in Mary’s Eos. Xiu nose had stopped bleeding and she had cleaned up the blood. Her face was starting to swell, and her nose was a little crooked. Mary started her car up and back out of the driveway, threading through the cop cars. The firetruck and ambulance had already left, leaving six police vehicles. Passing two news vans setting up at the end of the street.
“Do you know what happened to Lilith?” Mary asked, as we drove away. I frowned and realized I hadn’t seen the demoness since the cops arrived.
“I’m here,” a sultry voice purred.
Mary jumped, glancing in her mirror, and the car swerved. Lilith was sitting in the back of the car next to Xiu. She was dressed in that same tight, red dress that was so gauzy it did nothing to hide her lush body beneath. Her silver hair had a wild, tossed looked like she had just been fucked hard in bed. Desire filled the car, and my cock hardened painfully in my pants.
“I choose to retreat to the shadows,” Lilith purred. “I detest the mortal world.”
Mary nodded, and swallowed. She seemed very uncomfortable with Lilith present. “We need to talk when we return from the hospital. Wait for us up in the master bedroom,” Mary said, sounding painfully unsure she could actually command Lilith.
Lilith smiled, a hungry, predatory smile. “As you wish, Mistress.”
“Wait, this won’t count as a boon?” I asked.
“Oh, no,” Lilith said. “I have to exercise power for it to be a boon. Healing Desiree or breaking that nun’s powers. But talking, or other bedroom activities,” she archly said, “why they require no power at all.”
And then she was gone. Xiu gasped and there was a wet, sloshing sound and I realized Xiu was masturbating. Lilith exuded sex and lust, infecting everyone around her. My cock was painfully hard and I could see Mary’s nipples tenting her white blouse and her face flushed with desire. She licked her lips and glanced at my crouch.
“You better not stain the leather,” Mary warned as Xiu was frantically frigging herself.
“I won’t, Mistress,” Xiu panted, her voice nasally from her broken nose. A tangy musk permeated the air as Xiu pleasure herself. The only sound in the car was the squelching of her fingers plunging into her wet cunt and the soft moans of pleasure that escaped her mouth. In a few minutes, she was mewing softly and writhing on the leather seat.
“Did you have a nice one?” Mary asked.
“Oh, yes Mistress,” Xiu purred.
“Good, because when we get to the hospital, we’re going into the ladies room and you’re going to finger me. You got me all horny, slut!”
“Oh, absolutely, Mistress,” Xiu said excitedly.
“Hey, what about me?” I protested. My cock was rock hard from Lilith, and listening to Xiu frig herself hadn’t helped.
“Oh, poor stallion,” Mary said, patting my bulge. “You heard the medic, you need to stay away from too much activity.”
“I’m fine,” I protested. “I don’t need to see the doctor. The headache’s almost gone and the nausea’s passed.”
Mary glared at me. “Just humor me, hun.”
“Okay, okay,” I told her. “I’m only doing this because I love you so much”
Mary glare melted into a smile. She stopped at a light and bent over to kiss me on the lip. “Fine, you can join us.”
“Thanks, Mare.”
A few minutes later we reached Good Samaritan Hospital in Puyallup. Mary parked by the new ER entrance. Good Sam had remolded since I was last here, and the ER entrances was no longer a cramped area that the ambulances could barely fit in. Mary got out of the car and grabbed Xiu’s hand and pulled her excitedly into the hospital. Mary was so excited she didn’t even turn the car off. I shut the engine off and locked her car.
I followed the girls into the hospital. The waiting room was empty. I looked around and spotted bathroom doors and walked over. From the ladies room I could just hear the soft sighs of a woman’s pleasure. I opened the door. It was a small, single person bathroom. Mary was leaning back into the wall while Xiu was pressed up against her. Xiu was vigorously fingering her pussy underneath her skirt. Mary cooed in pleasure and smiled happily at me. Mary slid her hand down Xiu’s slim ass and pulled up her white, rose printed skirt, exposing a naked, Asian ass.
Smiling, I locked the door and pulled out my cock, and took a few steps to the girls. I spread Xiu’s ass, found her tight, puckered asshole and shoved my cock up into her bowels. Xiu started to moan in pain that slowly turned to pleasure as my cock bottomed out in her tight, dry ass. “Oh, Master! Fuck my dirty ass! Hurt me with you big cock! Oh, fuck!” Xiu liked it rough, got off on the pain.
“Is that your cunt getting my thigh wet?” Mary asked Xiu.
“Sorry, Mistress,” Xiu apologized. “But Master’s cock hurts so deliciously in my ass.”
“Keep fingering me, slut!” Mary hissed, pulling Xiu’s nipple hard. “After we cum, you’re going to lick your juices off my thighs.”
“Oh, yes Mistress,” Xiu moaned happily.
I was enjoying Xiu ass, enjoying her gasps of pain and pleasure. I reached out my right hand and slipped up under Mary’s blouse, sliding up her silky skin and found her firm breast. “Ohh, that feels nice,” Mary murmured as I gently played with her hard nipple.
“It always does,” I said, enjoying her pert breast.
“Is that slut’s ass making your cock feel good?” Mary purred.
“So good!” I moaned. “I’m going to cum deep in her slutty ass.”
I grunted and came hard in Xiu’s slutty ass. I fucked her hard a few more times, shooting several burst of cum up her ass. Xiu fingers were frigging Mary’s cunt hard, the room filled wet squelches as Xiu’s fingers fucked in and out of her hole. Mary gasped and panted as she came on Xiu’s fingers, pulling on the sluts nipple hard. Xiu screamed, her ass tightening on my cock, as her orgasm ripped through her body.
Xiu knelt down and licked her girl-cum off Mary’s thigh and then licked my cock clean of her ass. I made out of with Mary as her cock cleaning turned into a blowjob. She kept gasping in pain from her broken nose, but she probably was getting off on that. Mary’s tongue played with mine as we kissed, and my hand slid down her body and found her cunt wet and hot. I slipped two fingers up inside her, fucking her slowly while I rubbed her clit with the heel of my palm.
This was heaven. Kissing my love while a slut sucked my cock. Anger spiked inside me. That bitch, Sister Cuntrag, wanted to take this away from me. From us. Mary was kissing me hard and I felt her body tremble in my arms. Knowing I just gave my love an orgasm sent me over the edge and I shot several hard blasts of cum into Xiu’s sucking mouth.
Mary smiled. “That was great, but we’ve played enough. You need to go see a doctor, mister.”
“Yeah,” I breathed as Xiu sucked the last few gobs of cum out of my dick. We straitened our clothes and left the bathroom and went to check-in with the ER nurse.
Even with my powers, getting to see a doctor still required a lot of paperwork. Sure, I got the nurse to skip us to the head of the line, but my wrist felt numb by the time I filled out all the paperwork. No one in the waiting room looked like they were dying, so what was the harm. So after Xiu and I filled out our medical histories, a Muslim nurse in pink scrubs and a colorful headscarf; a swirl of crimson, gold, and silver threads, led Mary and I to an exam room while Xiu was taken to a separate room.
Nurse Thamina led us to a typical examine room: hospital bed, sink, locked shelves, stool on wheels. The entire walk she kept glancing at Mary, her dark eyes dewy with desire. Once we were in the room, she started chatting with Mary as she took my vitals. She had a sultry, Arabic accent. I may not have even been in the room the way Thamina flirted shamelessly with my fiancee. She had to take my blood pressure twice, so into Mary that she forgot to write the first results down. Mary’s wish to have all women desire her was as strong as ever.
My vitals taken, Thamina put my chart in a holder outside the exam room and then spent a considerable time gently cleaning Mary’s scrapes from the handcuffs. She gently stroked my fiancee’s wrist and hands. Then, she spent more time rubbing some ointment into her wrist. Mary reached up and caressed the nurses dusky cheek and winked me and then pulled the nurse down for a kiss. The nurse settled into Mary’s lap and the pair kissed passionately. Mary’s hand slipped under Thamina’s scrubs, sliding up her torso to grope the nurse’s tit. My cock grew hard and I freed it from my jeans and gently stroked it while I watched them kiss.
“Hi, I’m Dr. Klerk,” a woman said, barging into the exam room while staring at my charts. Nurse Thamina froze in Mary’s arms for a moment, but Mary’s was undeterred and kept kissing the woman.
“I’m Mark, and don’t be concerned about my fiancee making out with your nurse,” I told her, continuing to stroke my cock. The doctor was a short blonde with a heart-shaped face and big, blue eyes.
The doctor glanced at the two woman and blinked then shrugged her shoulders and turned back to me. “So, Mark, you bumped your head?” Then she saw me stroking my cock and flushed. “Sir, what are you doing?”
“I need to cum, so suck my cock, doc!”
The blonde doctor dropped the chart and bent down, sucking my cock into her mouth. She sucked greedily, her tongue roaming about the sensitive head of my cock. I rubbed my hand through her thick, silky hair and closed my eyes, enjoying her skilled blowjob. She started bobbing her head, her hands gently cupping my balls, massaging the cum out.
“Oh fuck, you’re good, doc!” I moaned. “Here it comes, swallow it all!”
I groaned and shot three large shots of cum into her mouth. She swallowed quickly, and then kept sucking, her hand squeezing my cock, wringing the last of the cum out. She rose up, face flushed and bent down to pick up the chart.
She adjusted her white, doctor’s jacket. “So, you got hit on the head?” Dr. Klerk asked, clearly embarrassed by what she just did.
The doctor began to examine me, asking me a bunch of questions. She shined a penlight in my eyes, checked my reflexes, and did various other test all while Mary first felt up and then fingered the Muslim nurse to a screaming orgasm. Then the doctor examined my left arm where Desiree had clocked me with a bat. My arm was black and blue, swollen and very tender to the touch.
“You’re arm’s going to be fine, the bruising will fade over the next two weeks,” Dr. Klerk told me. “You also have a mild concussion. I’m going to want you to stay for a few hours, to observe you.”
Nurse Thamina giggled as Mary whispered something in her ear. The nurse stood up from Mary’s lap, straightened her scrubs and darted out of the exam room. Mary smiled at me and held a plain, white bra in her hand. What a naughty filly, I thought and snorted a laugh. Mary stood up and waked over to the doctor.
“All finish with my nurse?” Dr. Klerk asked, smiling at Mary.
Mary licked the nurse’s juices off her finger. “For now.”
The doctor saw Mary’s wrist. “Oh, what happened?” Dr. Klerk grasped Mary’s wrist, gently stroking her skin.
“Bondage mishap,” Mary quipped.
“I see Thamina put some ointment on,” Dr. Klerk purred. “Maybe their something I can do to make you feel better.”
Mary led her back to the chair and sat down, spreading her legs. “Maybe you could kiss me I would feel better?”
“You want me to … down there?” Dr. Klerk asked, swallowing.
Mary hiked her skirt up, exposing her wet pussy. Her pussy lips were as spread as wide open as her legs, glistening pink. Dr. Klerk, almost in a daze, knelt before Mary and lower her face to her crouch. She breathed deeply, inhaling the spicy-sweet scent of Mary’s arousal, and then tentatively pursed her lips and kissed Mary’s pussy.
“Oh, you can do better,” Mary purred. “Really get in there.”
Nurse Thamina returned with a tray. A plastic container full of soapy, hot water and a big, yellow sponge sat on the cart. She glanced at Mary, a nervous look flashed across her exotic face. Mary nodded and Thamina walked over to me. “Sir, if you’ll disrobe. Your fiancee wants you to have a sponge bath.” Her cheeks were spotted with color.
I glanced at Mary and she smiled happily as I nodded my head in appreciation. Then Mary closed her eyes and enjoyed the doctor’s tongue lapping at her cunt. I pulled my shirt off and stripped off my jeans and boxers. My cock was already hard from Mary’s antics. While I stripped, Thamina followed suit, she pulled off her headscarf, freeing her beautiful, raven black hair that spilled about her shoulders and down her back. She was so beautiful, I didn’t understand why she wanted to hide beneath that headscarf. Next, she pulled off the pink scrubs top exposing her plump breasts with dark nipples. She kicked off her flats and untied her bottoms and dropped those to the floor. Thamina glanced once more at Mary for support before sliding her plain, white panties off. Her pussy was covered by a thick mat of black hair against the rich brown of her skin.
I laid back on the hospital bed as Thamina dunked the sponge in the warm water and squeezed out most of the water. She then gently washed my chest. There was definitely something sexy about getting washed by a hot, naked chick. I reached out and caressed one of her plump tits, just large enough to fill my hand, and gave the breasts a squeeze. Her dark nipple was hard beneath my palm and Thamina froze for a moment before continuing the wash.
She washed down my chest to my stomach and then past my cock to start washing my legs and I had to let go of her breast as she got out of my reach. “You’re not going to wash my cock?” I asked, leering at her.
“Your fiancee has special instructions for your penis, sir,” she said as she blushed beautifully.
Thamina started washing my other leg, reaching across the table. Her breast dragged across my thigh, a thrill ran through me feeling her hard nipples brushing my leg. When she finished, she took the sponge and shoved it up against her pussy, scrubbing a few times. Then she climbed up on the bed, straddling my waist in the reverse-cowgirl position, and brought my cock to the entrance of her wet, soapy pussy. I could feel the kiss of her labia on the tip of my cock and I wondered why she waited.
“Do it!” Mary hissed. “Wash his cock with your wet cunt!”
“Yes,” Thamina moaned, sinking down. “Watch me! Oh, watch me with your gorgeous green eyes!”
“Oh, fuck that’s hot!” Mary moaned. “Play with those titties!”
Thamina’s arms lifted up and it was clear she was playing with her titties. Her cunt was velvety tight on my cock, her ass jiggling in front of me as she bounced up and down on my cock. Her brown asshole winked at me and I licked a finger and stuffed it up her asshole.
“Oh, fuck!” Thamina moaned. “His finger is up my ass!”
“You fucking slut!” Mary gasped. “You’re a fucking dirty whore! Pleasure my stallion. Ride his dick!”
“I’m going to cum!” Thamina moaned. “Watch me cum, Mary!”
Her cunt tightened on my dick and her asshole tightened on my finger as Thamina came hard. She kept riding my dick and screamed at the top of her lungs. God, her cunt felt to good on my cock as it twitched about my dick. I was about to cum.
But what if she’s a nun?
The though sent a ice flooding through my veins. What if she was a nun? Probably not, I figured. But are you sure? Are you about to lose everything because you want to get off that badly. Are you that pathetic? God, but her cunt felt so hot on my cock, so velvety tight. I was too close to cumming. I couldn’t stop now, my balls were tightening. Fuck it, she probably wasn’t a nun. Just some slutty nurse.
“Take it, you fucking whore!” I moaned as I came inside her. “I’m cumming in your slutty pussy!” Relief washed over me, she didn’t do anything.
“Fuck yeah!” Mary yelled. “Cum in that whore! I’m cumming on this slutty doctor’s face!”
Thamina, breathing heavily, climbed off me. White spunk leaked out of her pussy, making a sticky mess in her bush. Mary was breathing heavily on the chair and Dr. Klerk knelt before her, face sticky with juices, looking positively stunned at what she just did.
“I … uh … have other patients to see,” Dr. Klerk stammered and fled the exam room.
Mary walked over to Thamina and kissed her hard. Her finger shoved up Thamina’s cunt and came away sticky with my cum and Thamina’s. Mary sucked the messy juices off her fingers with a smile. While Thamina was distracted, I stole her panties. She looked around for them and, resignedly, pulled on her scrubs with no underwear. As she left the room she adjusted her headscarf, tucking in a loose strand of black hair. As she walked out of the exam room, I pointed the wet spot forming on her crotch to Mary.
“What a slut,” Mary giggled. “Did you enjoy your bath?”
“I did.” Mary stretched out on the bed next to me and kissed me on the lips. “Thank you. I love you so much.”
Mary kissed me again. “I love you, too.” She laid her head on my chest, her auburn hair fanning across my torso. “Maybe we should have a doctor on staff. And a nurse.”
“Oh,” I said. “Yeah, I guess that could be useful. You want to keep Dr. Klerk.”
“Maybe,” Mary said. “But I think an Ob/Gyn will be more useful. Let’s be honest, hun, you’re going to get someone pregnant.”
I blinked. Christ, I hadn’t even thought about that. “Are you?”
Mary laughed. “It hasn’t even been a week since we started making love,” she pointed out. “It would be too early for me to know. My period doesn’t come for another two weeks. Besides, I’m on the pill.”
“Oh.” Was I disappointed. The idea of Mary having our child stirred something inside me. “Would you like kids, Mare?”
“Yeah, someday,” Mary said. “When things have settled down and we’ve had enough fun. I wouldn’t mind having a kid or three with you. Unless …” She tensed in my arms.
“I think I’d like that too,” I said. “What do we do if one of the sluts gets pregnant.”
“Well, we’ll worry about that if it happens, but we should get them all on the pill,” Mary said.
Nurse Thamina returned an hour later to check on me. She was wearing teal scrubs now and that wouldn’t do. After she finished her exam, I shot another loud of cum up her twat while she ate out Mary’s cunt. “Don’t clean up this time,” I told her, “If anyone notices, tell them all about how I came up your tight pussy while you ate my fiancee’s cunt.” She left the room, blushing, as my cum made a wet spot on her scrubs crotch.
Xiu slipped into the room after that, her nose covered by a splint and the next time Nurse Thamina showed up to check on me, we had her eat out Xiu’s cunt while Mary rode my cock. Then Nurse Thamina got to eat out Mary’s sloppy cunt while Xiu hopped up and rode my cock.
Doctor Klerk returned a few minutes later. “Well, Mark, I’m going to discharge you, now. You should take it easy for the next week and watch out for any repeated nausea, worsening headaches, dizziness, slurred speech, seizures, double vision. If any of these symptoms develop, get to an urgent care clinic or the ER. But, you should be fine. Take an NSAID for the pain, like ibuprofen or aspirin. Do you have any questions?”
“Does the carpet match the drapes?” I asked.
Dr. Klerk had a smoking hot body when she stripped off her blue scrubs. And it turned out she wasn’t actually a blonde, instead she had black hair. She had waxed her cunt, leaving only a black landing strip leading down to her clit. Her cunt was tight and hot and I came hard inside her as Mary enjoyed Nurse Thamina tongue up her twat.
We decided to keep Nurse Thamina. We had her gather a first aid kit as we went to see how Korina was doing. We found the head ER nurse still behind the desk and I asked her. “How’s Korina doing?”
The nurse, a stocky woman in her forties with a perm and a bad dye job, no one had hair that shade of red. “Last name?” she asked.
I hesitated. I realized I didn’t know any of the sluts last names, except Desiree. “Mare, what’s Korina’s last name?”
Mary blinked in surprise, and pursed her lips. “Um … something with an S, I think?”
“Stavros,” Xiu supplied. “Her last name is Stavros, Master.”
The nurse stared in shock at Xiu and shook her head. She muttered something under her breath. “What’s you’re relationship with Ms. Stavros?”
“She our sex slave,” I answered.
“I’m sorry, did I hear that right?” the nurse gaped.
“Yeah, she’s our sex slave,” I said testily. “Which clearly makes us the next best thing to family, so tell us what’s her condition.”
“Right,” the nurse said, shaking her head. “Ms. Stavros is in recovery. The surgery went well. The doctor wants her to stay in the hospital for a few days.”
Thamina showed up with the first aide kit and we had her lead us to Korina’s recovery room. Korina lay unconscious on a bed in a hospital gown. Blue blankets covered her body and IVs and heart monitors and other devices were hooked up across her body. She looked wan. I set down in a chair. Mary pulled another beside me and reached out, grasping Korina’s hand. Xiu leaned against the wall, hugging herself, and stared at her fellow slut.
“Mistress?” Korina murmured, her eyes fluttering over. Mary squeezed her hand gently. “And Master.” Korina sounded happy and sleepy, her voice slurring slightly.
“You’re going to be fine,” I told her. “You have to spend a few days in the hospital before you can come home.”
“Okay, Master,” she sighed. “Thank you.”
“Just get better,” I told her, patting her leg. “One of the sluts will be with you at all times.”
She nodded and closed her eyes and was a sleep again.
“Xiu, you stay with her, we’ll send one of the sluts to relieve you.”
Mary kissed Korina’s forehead and then we left. I found the head nurse and told her that Korina needed someone in there at all times. I gave her my phone number if anyone had a problem with that. It was approaching midnight and I was feeling exhausted as we reached Mary’s car. Mary fumbled at her purse, frowning and starting to panic as she dug for her keys.
“Here, Mare,” I said, tossing her keys to her. “You were so hot to have Xiu finger your pussy, you left the car running.”
“Oh,” Mary said, flushing a little.
It was a short drive back to the house at midnight. Apparently, Mary didn’t mind speeding when she was driving and I got good use out of the “oh shit handle” as I called it. When we reached the house, the only cop car remaining was Chasity’s. We opened the front door and a for a split moment fear stabbed at my heart as I wondered if the sluts were waiting with some nun to attack us.
“Christ,” Mary muttered. She had the same fear I did. Fuck, this was no way to live.
I grabbed Mary’s hand and squeezed it, reassuring. She smiled at me and we walked into the house. The entryway light worked and we could hear soft moans coming from the living room. We found Allison on top of Desiree, the two sluts tribbing passionately.
“¡Mi sirenita!” Desiree moaned. Her dusky hands roamed across Allison’s tight, white ass as Allison fucked her. “¡Yo estoy correrse!”
“Oh, I’m cumming, too,” Allison panted.
“Having fun?” I asked, smacking Allison’s fair ass.
“Oh, Master,” Allison squeaked, and fell off the couch trying to stand up. She quickly got to her feet and went to hug me.
I stopped her. “You’re covered in dry cum, slut!” Both girls had messy cunts and streaks of cum drying across breasts and stomachs and lips. “I take it the cops made use of your girls.”
“Oh, definitely, Master,” Desiree purred.
“Where’s the other sluts?” Mary asked.
“Violet, Chasity, and Fiona are counting the money. Sister Cuntrag is in the closet.” Allison shuddered in fear.
“Lillian hasn’t arrived yet?” I asked.
Allison frowned. “Who?”
“Yeah, who’s that?” Mary asked me pointedly.
“The girl from Hot Topic.” Both Mary and Allison nodded with big smiles. “I ran into her today at the mall.”
“And made her a sex slave?” Mary asked archly.
“Yeah,” I said, smiling as I remembering how tight Lillian’s ass was on my cock.
“Desiree, go get Fiona and take her to Good Sam to stay with Korina and bring Xiu back,” Mary ordered. “And tell Violet and Chasity to stop counting the money, it can wait for morning. One of them needs to be waiting upstairs for Lillian. Allison get Thamina settled in and then go take a shower. When Mark and I are finished with Lilith, you can join us in bed. I believe Mark promised you some quality time.” Wow, I had forgotten all about that. It seemed a lifetime ago when I made that promise instead of just this morning.
We found Lilith waiting on our bed, dressed in a flimsy babydoll slip, crimson in color and transparent. She wore no panties and her silver bush was matted with her juices. She smiled wickedly and lust washed through the room, battering into me.
“We need to talk, Lilith,” Mary said, breathing heavily, her nipples tenting her blouse, and then she pulled her blouse over her head, exposing her pert, freckled breasts and hard, dusky nipples.
“Let’s talk,” Lilith purred, holding her arms out.
My shirt was off and I was peeling off my jeans as Mary unzipped her skirt. Lilith’s presences was irresistible. By the time I was naked, Mary was on the bed, kissing Lilith, rubbing her cunt on Lilith’s thigh and shuddering in an orgasm already. Clothes off, I crawled next to Lilith on the other side. Lilith’s warm hand grasped my cock and stroked me twice and I was spewing cum all over her belly.
“You said I have one boon left?” Mary asked, leaning over and licking a gob of my semen off Lilith’s babydoll. “What’s a boon?”
“A request,” Lilith answered. “When you summoned me, we entered into a Pact. I would use my powers three times at your request.” Lilith bent her head and sucked one of Mary’s nipple into her mouth.
“Oh, fuck, that’s amazing!” gasped Mary and she shuddered and came a second time. “Holy shit!”
“Do I get any boons?” I asked. “It was my crystal.” My cock was hard and her ass was facing me. I pressed up behind her and my cock found her wet cunt. I slid into the tightest, silkiest, wettest pussy I had ever been in. My cock came instantly, flooding her cunt, and I just kept fucking the demoness, my cock staying hard.
“No,” Lilith groaned, her hips fucking me back. “Only the person who used the crystal gets the boons.”
Lilith pulled off my cock and she pushed Mary onto her back and dived into her cunt, eating my fiancee frantically. Mary was moaning loudly, cumming over and over and Lilith’s mouth. I knelt behind Lilith and shoved my cock back up in her wonderful demon pussy and came a second time inside her.
“Fuck!” I gasped as Lilith’s pussy seemed to suck the cum out of my balls.
“What’s the price I have to pay for your boons?” Mary asked between orgasms.
“Oh, no price,” Lilith answered, face sticky with Mary’s juices. “Someone else already paid. There was a soul trapped in the crystal!”
“Oh, fuck! That’s amazing!” Mary gasped, writhing on Lilith’s tongue. “Is there a way to see a nun?”
“Oh yes,” Lilith said. “There are a lot powers available to Warlocks, if you know the rituals and spells.”
“Oh, crap, keeping eating my pussy,” panted Mary. “Holy shit that’s amazing. Her tongue, its so good!” Mary came again, convulsing on Lilith’s mouth. “How about making our sluts immune to a nun’s control.”
“Yes, yes,” Lilith moaned. “I can show you how to do that, and more. For a price!”
“What’s the price?” I asked, fucking her cunt hard. Her cunt was squeezing on my cock as she came and I was squirting in her a third time.
“The nun!” Lilith moaned. “I want to fuck her!”
“What?” Mary moaned. “That’s it?”
“Yes, you let me fuck Sister Cuntrag and I’ll teach you arts long lost to man.”
“Okay!” Mary gasped. “Fuck, I’m cumming again!” And so was I, cumming a fourth time in her demon pussy.
Lilith crawled up Mary’s body and kissed her on the lips. “Then we have a Pact!” Lilith declared and then vanished. I fell forward, on top of Mary.
I rolled off of her and we both lay panting. Neither of us had ever cum so much in such a short period of time. We were only fucking for a few minutes, but Lilith’s flesh was like fire. I felt drained. Mary snuggled against me and we just laid their, exhausted. There were creaks, someone walking up the stairs, and then walking down the hall, and the bedroom door opened. Lilith strolled in with Sister Cuntrag over her shoulder.
Lilith threw Sister Cuntrag to the floor, the bitch still handcuffed. I wondered why Lilith wanted to fuck the nun. I struggled to think, but Lilith’s lust was feeling my brain, driving out thought. My cock was hard, again. Lilith slid a hand down to her crotch and pinched her hard clit, rolling it between her fingers. And it started to grow, swelling until a twelve inch cock hung from Lilith. Holy shit, how the fuck did she do that?
“Oh, please don’t do that?” begged Sister Cuntrag. Lilith smacked her ass and she howled in pain.
I felt Mary’s pussy grow more wet on my thigh, and her hand found my cock and started to slowly stroke it as we watched the now hermaphroditic demon flip Sister Cuntrag over so she was on her knees like the bitch she was. Then Lilith knelt behind the nun and shoved her cock up her cunt and started to fuck her hard.
“Ohh, that’s nice,” Lilith moaned. “I so rarely get to fuck someone!” It was a lazy fuck, slow and steady. Lilith was clearly savoring the fuck. “So, to see a nun, you need the Ritual of Mowdah. You’ll need to fuck a sibling. Once your sibling has cum, you need to rub their sexual fluids into your eyes while saying Mowdah.”
“I have to fuck my sister?” Mary asked, sounding a little queasy. I picture my little sister, Antsy. I hadn’t seen her in five years, and she had been a skinny, coltish girl that was mooning about the house desperate for puberty to finally give her some boobs. There had been a cute, innocents about my sister and the thought of defiling that innocence sent a perverse thrill through me body.
“Oh, yes,” Lilith gasped. “You have to corrupt the bond between siblings. I can see it, shining silver from you. Mark has a sister, and Mary, you have two sisters. How wonderful for you.” Mary shuddered as Lilith licked her lips
“Okay,” I said, nodding. I could fuck my sister, but Mary seemed disturbed by the idea.
“To make your Thralls immune to a nun’s powers requires the Ritual of Zimmah,” Lilith answered. Lilith was picking up the speed, her fingernails racking down Cuntrag’s back, leaving red scratches. Every time Lilith bottomed out in Cuntrag, her groin pressed against her bruised and welted ass and Cuntrag would gasp in pain. “Mark will need to fuck his mother and have his Thralls drink their mixed fluids from her cunt while he says Zimmah.”
“What?” I asked, feeling queasy.
“Oh yes, this ritual requires the most delicious of perversion,” Lilith husked. “To violate the very flesh that you came from with your lust.”
It was one thing to fuck my sister, but my mom. She was, well, my mom. I pictured her, she was still attractive even in her forties. And memories of when I was young, maybe twelve or thirteen flooded my thoughts. I remember how I used to lust after my mom when I discovered masturbation. She was probably the first woman I jerked off to and I jerked off a lot thinking about her breasts, her ass. About her walking in on me masturbating and being turned on that she just fucked me. She kept in great shape, always working out, and was always beautiful. As I grew older, my fantasies turned to girls at my school or teachers but Lilith’s words had reignited my lust. I could picture mom in bed with Mary and I. My lover and my mom pleasing me.
“There’s a catch,” Lilith said. “A male Warlock’s powers will not work on his mother, and a females won’t work on her father. So, you’ll need to seduce her or rape her.” Lilith licked her lips. “You’re choice, Mark. I suggest raping her, I’m not sure you could seduce a woman without your powers.”
“D-do I need to fuck my father, then?” Mary asked, timidly.
“You don’t have any thralls,” Lilith pointed out. “Mark’s power lets him rewrite a person’s mind, change their memories, how they think about things. He changes their very personalities. Your power just lowers a woman’s inhibitions and increases their desire to the point that they will do whatever nasty sex act you want. But you’re not changing them. Each woman will rationalize why they fucked you in different ways. Some will think they’ve just lost control. Others will think you must have drugged them.”
“Oh,” Mary said, sounding a little disappointed.
“My Thrall is your Thrall, Mare,” I told her and she smiled gratefully at me.
Lilith was panting loudly, fucking Cuntrag’s cunt hard and fast. Lilith’s tits bounced beneath her babydoll slip and Cuntrag was crying in pain from her abused ass. “Ohh, her cunt feel’s so nice on my cock,” Lilith purred. “Take it! Take my hard cock! Oh fuck!” Lust exploded through the room as Lilith let out an ear-splitting shriek of pleasure as she came in the nun’s cunt.
Lilith fell backwards, lying on the floor. Her cock was gone, reduced back to a little clit. Cuntrag sobbed in pain while black cum leaking out of her pussy. “How did you make that cock?” Mary asked, staring curiously down at Lilith’s crotch.
“I made it many, many years ago,” Lilith murmured. “But my husband … Well, he didn’t like me having a cock, I think he was jealous of the size, so he convinced God to make him a more submissive wife. And I was cursed. So now I need someone’s willing permission to use my cock on them.”
“Cuntrag didn’t give you permission,” Mary pointed out.
“Oh, well, you own her, so I needed your permission.” Lilith glanced at Mary and then at me. “Would you like a cock. That could be your third wish.”
An image of Mary with a cock flashed through my mind. God, I hoped she didn’t want that. I’m not sure I could handle my fiancee having a cock. “No,” Mary answered, and I tried not to sigh in relief.
“No, you wouldn’t want to make my mistake,” Lilith said bitterly, glaring at me. Her eyes flashed with anger and loathing for a brief moment and then replaced by lust.
Fear gripped my heart. Did Lilith hate me? Hate men? I felt like a bug beneath her gaze, an ant. Suddenly, I wasn’t sure I wanted her around anymore.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
“Ramiel …”
The voice whispered out of the Angelic Choir, just loud enough to be heard over the Worship of the Highest. The voice was Gabriel the Archangel, summoning me. On a beam of light, I descended to the Earthly Realm.
I found Gabriel atop one of his Priestesses. She was an attractive woman, appearing to be eighteen, but I could see her true age, forty-four. One of Gabriel’s gifts to his Priestess was eternal youth. She had dirty blonde hair, escaping from her white veil and blue eyes that stared sightlessly at the ceiling. She was too lost to the pleasure of Gabriel’s touch, the Ecstasy, to be aware of anything.
My manhood hardened and I envied Gabriel and his Priestesses. God had long decried it was sinful for an Angel to lie with a mortal. It was our greatest temptation, and so many angels had fallen to that sin and been cast into the abyss with Lucifer. And I understood how my brothers could so easily fall into that particular sin. Sister Theodora’s body was so enticing, so lush. I could peer through the shapeless, gray habit to see her round breasts and hard nipples, the blonde fur that covered the wet lips of her womanhood. My manhood ached to know her.
The only time an Angel could lie with a mortal was a Priestess, and then only to aid her in her holy mission. These days, that meant just Gabriel giving them the Ecstasy. Of course, Gabriel was doing more than just lying with the woman and satiating his lust. He was also rewriting her destiny. I could see the golden string of her life leading away from her into the future, see the silver strings Gabriel was adjusting to guide Sister Theodora on her mission. Gold strings were Priestesses, silver strings were mortals, black strings were Thralls, and red strings were Warlocks.
Finally, Gabriel finished both his adjustments of her future and his pleasure in her flesh. Standing up, Gabriel turned to face me. He appeared as a handsome man, well muscled, like the sculptures the Greeks used to make. A plain, white tunic appeared to cover his nakedness and a golden sword appeared on his hip, the sword of an Archangel. I had my own sword, silver, with sapphires, the sword of a Dominion.
“Ramiel,” Gabriel greeted, pleasantly. “Sister Louise Afra has been captured by the Warlocks. Lilith has been summoned and provides aide. The Succubus will soon arm the Warlocks against my Priestesses.”
I nodded, understanding. Once, demons were commonly summoned by the Warlocks and the Priestesses had to use other methods to stop the Warlock. More indirect, more subtle methods than the Exorcism used today. “I am to teach Theodora, then.”
“Yes, brother,” Gabriel said. He grasped Theodora’s golden string and followed it out a few hours to where a silver string intersected. “She must employ the Prayer of Avvah on this mortal.”
I grasped the string and examined the mortal life. In the mortal’s past and her future, the mortal’s string intersected the red string of a Warlock. This mortal was someone close to a Warlock and the Prayer of Avvah would make the mortal a trap that even a demon’s power could not detect. The two Warlock’s threads entwined about each other. They were lovers. But the Prayer of Avvah would drive a wedge between them. It was a good plan. Once the Warlocks had their falling out, they would be easier to deal with.
“There is one more thing,” Gabriel said. “Follow Theodora’s string back into her past.”
I followed her golden string back through her life, through the thirteen years she had been a Priestess, back to when she had been a Thrall. I found the thread that belonged to Sister Louise who rescued Theodora. Louise’s thread was no longer gold, but the black of a Thrall. I followed Theodora’s thread back to before she had been a Thrall, where here thread entwined with another mortal’s thread, her husband and lover. Three threads were born of their union, three children. Two were silver, but the middle child was red, a Warlock.
“She must not know,” Gabriel said. “Theodora must not know her daughter is a Warlock until the time is right.”
“We can’t send a mother after her own daughter,” I objected.
“There is no one else to send,” Gabriel said. “None in North America. Our resources have always been poor here. There is a Warlock in Europe and two in Africa.”
“But not to tell her is wrong!”
Gabriel fixed his ruby eyes on me. “You have your orders, Ramiel.”
And he was gone, ascending back to the heavenly choir on a ray of light. I stared down at Sister Theodora as she stirred, recovering from the Ecstasy. It was wrong not to tell her. Wrong to send her to fight her own daughter. I wanted to let the poor women know what she faced. I just had to have faith in my superior, in the Highest.
As much as I wanted to tell her, I would not. I was an Angel, a Dominion, and if I disobeyed an order from my Archangel, I would be cast into the Abyss. Only man could sin and find God’s forgiveness. Such grace was not for us Angels.
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Fantasy

Drill Sergeant Domination part III

This is a work of fiction. While I was a Drill Sgt at one time I never slept with Soldiers or put myself in such a position. But I always thought that it would make some really good erotic stories and here is what I have come up with. This is my first attempt at writing and would love any input.

True Story

Jayson

This is my first story, so i hope you like it… If you don’t please give me advice! thanks!!
My name is Kelly and this is the story about me and my cousin’s best friend Jayson.
I was headed over to my cousins’ house one Friday which was common for me. I was best friends with the girl, Stacy (16) and her older brother was just like a brother to me, Dakota (18). Dakota constantly had hot friends coming over which made their house a common hang-out place for me. But my by far favorite of his friends was Jayson. Jayson was the type of guy who always flirts and needs attention from girls, and he got it. Jayson was 18 and has short blondish hair with a stunning pair of green eyes. He is about 6 ft even and is muscular from head to toe. He was a running back on the varsity football team for three years and was a star wrestler. Needless to say, he was gorgeous. Every time I would go over to their house he would give me all of his attention. I’m about 5’3’’ and have light brown long hair that has a natural wave to it. My body is slim and toned from a few sports (about 110lbs) and I’m tan from constantly being outside. My eyes are brown and on the medium-large side.. but in a cute way. I have been told that I have a cute face but an amazing body. I also have 32b boobs at my age of 16.
But this weekend felt different. I just got a new jeep and I was feeling great. I up my cousin’s long driveway (they live in the country) and my stomach lurched as I saw Jayson’s car sitting in the driveway. I parked my car and grabbed my bag I packed. I walked inside and threw my stuff into Stacy’s room. I walked into the living room and hugged my cousins and started chatting away with Stacy. When Jayson walked into the room his eyes lit up and he got a half smile on his face as our eyes met. I felt my face start to blush as he walked towards me.
“Oh, so I don’t get a hug?” he asked as he stood opposite me.
I felt my face start to burn even more and I reached for him into what I thought would be a casual hug. He pulled me close and I felt small under his strong, toned arms. His hand reached down and groped my ass making me push my hips forward. He pulled away and smiled and winked at me as he and Dakota walked outside to go down to the barn.. The barn was Dakota’s “hang-out” room and had a ping pong table set up for beer pong along with a cabinet stacked with vodka, whiskey, and other booze. I looked at Stacy to see if she noticed, but she seemed completely oblivious. I figured it’d be best not to tell her and I just acted as if nothing out of the ordinary happened.
That task is harder than it looks… Throughout the afternoon Jayson would make subtle moves on me when no one was looking and then acted completely normal. As soon as the sun went down Stacy and I headed to the barn with some extra vodka and mountain dew to surprise the boys. We walked in and saw Dakota and Jayson laughing and setting up cups for beer pong.
“Hey ladies, wanna play?” Dakota asked as I set the goods on the coffee table.
Stacy immediately smiled and nodded as she went to Dakota’s side.
The teams were me and Stacy, and Dakota and Jayson. As the night rolled on, Stacy and I constantly lost and were soon tipsy after about 5 beers. Dakota called it quits around 11 and said he had to work in the morning.. Stacy passed out in the spare bed, leaving me and Jayson in an awkward silence. When Jayson walked outside to answer his phone I walked into the smaller, cozier room in the barn. I pulled my sweatshirt off and threw it on the floor next to the couch.. I walked to the mirror and examined my body under my light jean shorts and a white tank top. I could see the pink lace of my bra peeking through and the matching lace on my thong slightly showing above my waistband. I pulled my shirt off revealing the light pink lace covering my 32b breasts. As my hand brushed over my smooth toned stomach, I thought of Jayson and watched as my nipples poked through the thin lace. I brought my hands up and undid my hair letting it fall down my back in soft bouncy waves.. as I ran my fingers back through it I heard a gasp from behind me. I spun around and saw Jayson standing in the doorway in basketball shorts with his boxers showing about an inch above them. I quickly covered myself with my arms and fiercely blushed as I noticed a slight bulge in his shorts. I half expected him to walk away embarrassed, but I was shocked when he walked towards me.
I stuttered as his hands wrapped around my waist and he pulled me close.
“you have no idea how much I want you. I’ve wanted you this whole night” he whispered in my ear as he nibbled on my neck.
I felt the beer start to kick in more and I pulled his face to mine and grabbed the back of his head as he slipped his tongue into my mouth. I ran my hands down his 6pack and pushed him onto the couch as his fingers unclasped my bra. I straddled his legs and let the bra fall. His hands found their way to my boobs and his fingers pinched my hard pink nipples. I moaned against lips as he rolled my nipples and massaged my sensitive breasts.
I stand up and turn around so my back is facing him and I bend over as I slowly pull my thong down about an inch and then pull it back up. I turn back around and pull my panties off and toss them to the side revealing my hairless wet pussy. Jayson swallows and pulls me towards him by my hips and plants kisses on my stomach down towards my pink pussy. He stands up and runs his thumb over my clit making me shiver in his arms. He lays me down on the couch and starts to suck on my nipples.
“Oh fuck baby! That feels soo good!” I moan as he softly nibbles on my nipples.
He smiles and moves down my body continuously planting kisses until he reaches my wet pussy. He runs his tongue up my lip making me gasp and grip onto the back of the couch. He slides two fingers into me and starts to move them in and out as I moan his name. He takes my moaning as an approval and simultaneously starts to suck on my clit making my body tense up and my hips buck.
“Ohhh Jayson!!” I scream as he sucks harder on my clit. My hips start to buck harder and he shoves his fingers into my tight hole one last time as I cum on his hand and chin. I flip him over so I am ontop and I pull his hand to my mouth sucking on one finger as a time. I taste my sweet cum and grind my hips into his making him let out a low grunt. He leans up on his elbows and says into my ear “just suck me off baby, I want you soo bad”
I pull his boxers and shorts down making his 8” cock spring out at me. My eyes widen and he smiles and laughs as my small hand wraps around it. I lean down and flick my tongue at the tip, tasting the precum. He exhales and rolls his head back as I start to take the head into my mouth. I swirl my tongue around the tip and moan making the head vibrate against my cheek.
“aw fuck Kelly” he grunts “you’re so fucking good”
I start to take more of his cock in my mouth as his hand finds the back of my head and grips onto my hair. He pushes my head down and I feel his cock hit the back of my throat as I suck in. he keeps moaning my name and groaning as I bob my head up and down the whole length. I massage his balls with my left hand and wrap my fingers around the base of his cock as I pull my mouth off of it.
“I can’t take it any longer Jayson just fuck me!” I pant… he smiles at my enthusiasm.. and horniness. He hesitates and lowers his head as he mutters “shit” under his breath.
“What’s your problem?!” I ask a little too abruptly.
“I.. I don’t have a condom”
“Fuck it. I’m on the pill” I whisper in his ear as I smile at him.
He grins and forcefully pulls me closer and my hips hover over his hard cock. I slowly lower myself and I moan as he fills my tight cunt up. His hands rest on my hips. He guides me up and down on his shaft as my hands grip onto his shoulders. He reaches towards my clit and presses down on it with my thumb making me dig my nails into his shoulders and arms. I nearly scream in pleasure as I feel my cunt tighten around his cock.
He pushes me up and presses me against the wall making my boobs press against his strong chest. He pulls my leg up and slides his cock into me slowly pumping in and out. He grabs my ass and pulls me up and my legs wrap around his waist as he starts to pump harder. I feel his cock start to pump into my gspot and I dig my nails into his back and scream into the nape of his neck. I arch my back and roll my head back as I scream “I’m gonna cum!” He thrusts harder and groans as my cunt tightens around his shaft and my cum runs down it to his balls. He lays me back down on the couch and fucks me hard making his balls slap against my ass. He grits his teeth and groans “I’m gonna fucking cum!” I tighten my grip on his upper arms and he grunts as he shoots his load into my wet pussy. I feel 6 strings of his hot cum hit my walls as he softens and pulls out of me. He sits up and leans his head back and we breathlessly say “wow” in chorus. I giggle and he smiles a wide cocky smile at me and pulls a blanket over us.
I wake up in the morning to his arms around me and my head nestled on his chest under his chin. I slightly move and he groans “no… stay”. I’m pulled back into him and he kisses the top of my head. Just as we close our eyes again we hear voices from the other room and footsteps coming towards the door…
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A chance at a new sex life; Part 6

All characters and events in this story are completely fictional of my own creation. Any similarity to real events or people is purely coincidence. All characters in this story are over the age of 18. I am not a professional nor even an amateur writer. Please remember this when reading. Positive comments about storyline are welcome.

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Nasty Boys by Millie Dynamite

Flash story about two boys fool around on a random chat site and meet a woman that convinces the boys to do nasty things together. Very different than my usual story. No murder, rape, or violence. Read and enjoy leave a comment if you like.

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Boy Did My Daughter Surprise Me Chapter 2

Chapter 2
I sat in front of my computer stroking my throbbing dick thinking about what my daughter was doing in her room right then, knowing she was doing it for me. I couldn’t help but wonder how far this was going to go, will she want more of me and what she thought about my dick. I think my dick is a fairly big one compared to the pictures on the forum, it is 9 ¼ inches long and a little more than 2 inches thick I have measured it. I really wanted to know things about her she wouldn’t tell me and just how dirty she was. I clicked on the tab that had her profile on it, when I did it showed I had a friend request. She had sent it to me, I accepted it and clicked on her album. She had added 9 new pictures so I clicked the first one, my heart about stopped. There was my beautiful little girl on her knees on her bed with her ass in the air wearing a white lace thong, I still couldn’t see her face. The next one was similar but she had pulled the thong down leaving it stretched across her thick butt cheeks still hiding her pussy. The next ones continued the removal of her panties until she was showing her slick shaved slit. I clicked the sixth picture to find her on her bed with her legs spread turning her head still not showing her face. The next two show the progression of her hand going between her legs until the last one showed her with a finger between her smooth lips. She never showed her face in them. I clicked through them again admiring her beautiful body amazed at what she had done. I noticed a new message so clicked the tab with my profile and opened it.
“So what do you think? I hope you liked them, if you did I can take some more. I enjoyed taking them, it’s a real rush knowing my dad is in the other room. Is that the only picture of your dick you have I would like to see more of it, its bigger than any I have seen in person.”
“I loved them, you have one of the best asses I have ever seen. I would love to see more but I don’t want you to get caught by your dad. I have more pictures of myself, what would you like to see? Thankyou for the compliment but how many have you seen to compare it to?”
“I think my butt is big but everyone seems to like it. I wont get caught my dad is probably in his room watching porn, what kind do want I have some old ones on my computer or I can take some new ones. Do you have any more of it hard or in your underwear I like those. I have only seen a few, mostly my dads and his friends when theyre over here and a couple boys at school that I gave blowjobs to. I like the older ones better but I rarely get to see them hard, mostly when theyre peeing or changing clothes but none of them are as big as yours.”
“I like the self pics taken in a mirror but I look forward to seeing any of them, I will email you some if that’s ok. You can email me any time you want, you have my address. Does your dad know you look at his and his friend’s dicks? When do you see his, I want to know incase my daughter is looking at mine. LOL. I cant wait to see more of your sexy panties.”
“I know his friends have caught me looking at theirs and I think sometimes they do it on purpose. I really like it when I run around the house barely dressed and I can see them getting a hardon in their pants, some of them try to hide it and some are proud of it. Daddy sleeps naked so I go in his room and look at his while he is asleep, I have peeped through the bathroom window and watched him jack off before he showers. He would kill me if he knew that. I bet your daughter has seen yours too, all the girls at school talk about seeing their daddy’s dicks. I don’t have any mirror pics I will take some now though. I am really enjoying showing you my pictures, I hope you are too. Feel free to email those to me.”
Curious if she was serious about taking the mirror pics I went into the kitchen and pretended to be getting something to drink, I knew she would have to go to her bathroom to take them. I was standing at the refrigerator when I saw her stick her head out her door. Seeing me she stepped back in her room and quickly came back out wearing a long shirt and went into the bathroom. I could see her trying to hide her camera behind her back as she closed the door. After hearing her lock the door I knew she was taking more pictures. I turned off the lights and stood in the kitchen rubbing my stiff dick waiting for her to go to her bedroom. I guess she thought I was gone, she opened the door and threw her shirt into her room and walked to her room. I watched her naked body as she went to her room carrying her camera in one hand and I could see something blue in the other. After she locked her door I went back to my computer and gathered a few pictures of myself to send her being careful not to send any that I had already posted on the forum or any that you could see my face. I sent two of me limp hanging in front of me, three of me hard and two of me in my underwear that I had cummed in. After I hit send I couldn’t believe what I had just done, what if she recognized something in the background from our house. My heart pounded as I waited on her email, looking through the house to see if she was coming.
“I really liked the ones of you hard but the ones of you cumming in your underwear really made me horny, im going to have to finish myself now. Hope you enjoy the pictures, ill try to send some more tomorrow.”
I opened the first picture, she was standing in her bathroom facing the mirror wearing only a pair of blue panties. The second one was similar except she was cupping her breast in her hand. The third she had her back to the mirror showing her thick butt in the blue lace boy shorts. The next was a side shot still wearing her panties, it really showed her curves it was my favorite. I stroked my swollen cock as I clicked the next pictures, the next ones she was naked from both front and back. When I clicked the last one I couldn’t help but to shoot my load, she was standing facing the mirror with her legs spread. Her finger was pulling up on her hood that hung over the blue silk panties that her pussy consumed half of. As I was squeezing the rest of my cum out I got a message.
“I hope you enjoyed my pics, I enjoyed yours. I need to go I have school tomorrow. I look forward to hearing from you again, I hope I can trust you. Sweet Dreams!”
“Yes I love your pics, the last one was more than I could handle. You can trust me, afterall I can get into trouble not you. Talk to you later.”
As I was about to close my window I received a new message.
“Just wanted to give you one more tonight, hope you like it.”
I opened the picture to see my daughter sitting in her bathroom, legs spread with her hairbrush shoved in her with just the end barely hanging out of her slick pussy. I knew right then I had to go get the hairbrush and check it out. I waited til I saw her light turn off and went to her bathroom, the brush was laying on the sink. I closed the door and picked up the brush, the handle still wet with her juices. While holding it to my nose taking in the scent of a horny virgin I knew I had to taste it. Holding it from the bristle side I took it in my mouth, the taste of her surprised me. It tasted nothing like the women I have had lately, so sweet I could only imagine how it would taste to run my tongue across her virgin hole. After sucking all her juices from the brush I laid it back on the sink and returned to my room. With my dick throbbing I sat at the computer looking at the last picture stroking it. I clicked through the pictures she had sent me still amazed at how sexy she was, it didn’t take long until I was ready to explode. I shot my second load into the towel I had by the chair. After closing my screen I laid on my bed, drained from the excitement I fell right to sleep.

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