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Carrie’s Training

Seducing Carrie was one of the easiest things I’ve ever done. I just approached her right after the first time we met and told her I was going to take her to bed and fuck her until she had the best orgasm of her life. She had protested weakly about not being on birth control when I entered her without a condom, but I had simply pushed her legs apart and taken her anyway.
Carrie was maybe thirty-five, with high cheek bones and round hips and an amazing ass. I knew I wanted to fuck her the first time I lay eyes on her and I got my wish pretty quickly. That was where the trouble started.
I kept my promise and fucked her cunt until she cried out and writhed in pleasure. When I started to speed up my thrusts she looked fearfully up at me and said “Are you gonna pull out? I might get pregnant.”
“Why would I give a fuck if you do?” I said, and I pushed her head back down as I started to come. Her pussy was still fairly wet, but it started to chafe against the base of dick as I thrust into her over and over again. She let out a pathetic whimper right as I began to blow my load into her, and when I looked down at her face her expression of fear and pain made me thrust even harder.
After I was finished my cum started to drip out of her pussy. I made her wipe it up with her fingers and swallow, then I sent her home. I hadn’t meant to be so harsh with her, but her submissive helplessness spoke to a primal urge I couldn’t ignore.
I approached her outside her work the next week. She jumped when she saw me and hurried around the corner to talk to me, her eyes cast submissively at the ground.
“I need your help.” She said in a whisper. Her eyes were already starting to water. “I’m pregnant. I’ve been to the doctor and everything. I’m married! This can’t be happening.” She was starting to sob now, so I put my arm around her shoulders and walked her towards my car. I put her in the passenger seat and started to drive away. “Where are we going?” She asked in he same desperate tone.
“Somewhere we can talk. How about my place?” She nodded. So trusting. When we got to my house I gave her a drink of water and told her to sit down. She was wearing a short black business skirt, the lines of her panties showing through as she sat down. “I actually think this is great news. You can leave our husband, problem solved there. And I’ll take care of you, I’ve always wanted a pregnant women.” Her startled and confused expression turned me on at once.
“What? You mean you’ve always wanted a child?.. I can’t leave-”
“I think your lips would look fantastic around the base of my dick.” She stopped short at that and then said
“Is sex all you can think about at a time like this?”
I slapped her in the face, hard enough to knock her over sideways on the couch.
“All I ever think about concerning you is sex, Carrie. You’re pretty, but you’re just about useless as anything but a coffee fetcher and sex slave. Do you understand?” She did nothing for a moment, then nodded slowly. “Good. Now get in the bed room and take your shirt off.” She began to cry again as she rose from the couch walked into the bedroom like a shamed child. I loaded myself a bong rip, took it, and then followed her in.
She was staring at the bed slowly lifting her shirt up over her shoulders. I was delighted by her willingness to do what I told her too, but I could barely control the sudden urge to dominate her even more. I waited until she unclasped her braw and let her pendulous breast fall lose and bounce easily back and forth. Then I walked up behind her and shoved her into the wall, hard. She cried out and fell onto to the bed where she lay with her hand on her face. A large red mark below her eye was already turning purple. A small line of blood rose up under her upper lip. Her eyes teared up and she looked at me, apparently for explanation.
“You’ll get undressed faster next time I tell you to, right?” She nodded again, tears beginning to run dow her face again. “Let’s start slow. Turn around and face the headboard.” She immediately rolled onto her hands and knees facing away from me. The wooden headboard had a ledge on it, right about level with her face.
Again I was getting caught up in hurting this girl, but I couldn’t help it. I had such control over and she hadn’t even tried to tell me no once. Still I was a little surprised to find how much I enjoyed what I did next.
I undid her skirt and let it fall down to her knees, revealing tiny pink underwear, partially cover her large heart-shaped ass. She started to cry a little harder now, and I told her to take off her panties. She obeyed at once, working her panties off her hips and into a pile beside her with her skirt. I tossed both across the room and she began to stare at them with desperation. I took my belt off and undid my pants. Carrie desperately tried to control her breath as she turned her face back toward the headboard.
She squealed in pain and shock as my leather belt, slammed into her cunt. Her hips raised slightly from the blow, and her pussy lips began to swell a once. I grabbed the back of her head and pushed it forward.
“Bite the shelf.” I said. She didn’t obey at once this time. She tried to hold her head back and whimpered
“Please…”
Her hair was in two long braids which I now used to yank her head back and slap her in the side of the face again. Then I shoved her forward until her mouth was on the wood again. This time she opened her mouth and bit down on the wood. I gently pushed her legs apart, and shoved my dick up into her wet, waiting pussy. I kept my hand on the back of her head, and kept pressing forward with my cock, she cried out and tried to twist away as the wood head board jammed into her mouth. I started fucking her harder than I’d ever fucked a girl. Her whimpering shouts went in time to my thrust and drove me on.
I eventually came, filling her cervix up with so much cum it spilled out again. I let her sit back from the head board, her face bruised, her mouth full of blood. She swallowed and looked at me through her tears.
“Are you done with me for now?” She asked almost hopefully. Ironically, the question just made me want to fuck her again. Rape her again really, its not like any of this had been her idea.
“No. By my count you still have two more holes.” Her look of horror made me get hard again almost at once. She started to move off the bed and towards the door, shaking her head in terror. I walked over to her calmly and told her she was never to leave the bed without my permission. Then I grabbed her pigtails again, and smashed her face into the top of my dresser, being careful to leave her pretty nose unbroken. After that and a punch to her ribs she was about done with fighting. I shoved her over onto the bed, and took out some thin silver wire. She didn’t resist when tied her wrists and forearms together behind her back, but she sobbed and twisted when I slipped them around her tits and pulled them as tight as I could.
“I’m a warrior, miss.” I said. “I could kill you and your unborn child and all your family no problem if you ever disobey me. Remember that.” When I rolled her over, she was still swallowing blood welling up from her gums. The right side of her face was now entirely black and purple. So was her cunt. I pitied this poor women.
I decided I was going to fuck her throat next. Tilting her head back, I ordered her to open her mouth. She was past disobedience now. I started slow and gentle, stopping when the head of my cock reached the back of her throat and her torso arched in a gag. I had to remind her to keep sucking twice, the second time I pulled sharply on the wires around her tits to remind her.
Pretty soon I was entering her throat over and over, her lips about a third of the way down my cock. She was sucking in panicked breaths through her nose every time the head of dick came out of her esophagus for a second. She really started to struggle when I stopped pulling my dick out, and instead plunged it all the way, jamming her head down on her neck as I shoved my cock into her open moth as hard as I could.
Her legs thrashed and she tried to pull her head away again and again, but keeping her in place with the wires around her tits was easy, I fucked the back of her throat for about 20 seconds straight, then let her breath. The next time I drove all my wait unto her face, pumping in the back of her throat for 45 seconds. The next time a fucked her for a solid minute before giving her a breath, and she past out. When I woke her up with a belt lash across her swollen tits, my dick was still in her mouth., covered in her saliva and tinted pink with blood.
I tilted her head back again and finished in her throat. By the time I was done flooding her throat with cum, her neck was starting to make popping sounds when I jammed her open jaw down on it. Feeling those pops and grinding noises on the head of m dick, I pushed even harder for the last few strokes.
I left her wired against the head board, whimpering, coughing up blood and cum and trying to swallow with her raw, violated throat.
I was only gone long enough to get lunch and have a beer. When I came back she looked at me with the same pleading expression she had before. I took more wire and looped it around one ankle and then the other, relishing her worried stare. Looping the wires on the center bedposts confused her until she realized what I was doing. I pulled the wires and tight and she screamed more deeply then she had yet. She was on her back, her head bent forward against the headboard. Her legs were now pulled all the way down so that they were almost parallel with her torso. She was no where near flexible enough to do this on her own, tendons stood out on the insides of her thighs. She was helpless as could be now. Every movement she made only pulled tighter her on her contorted thighs. The real panic set in when I placed the head of dick against her tiny grey ass hole.
“NO NO NO PLEASE!” She wailed. Her words just turned into a strangled scream as my cock tore the edge of her anus on its way in. Blood and spit were the only lube left on my dick and both were drying. The inside of her but felt so good I shoved more of myself in anyway. Her sobs were even more hysterical now, and I could feel the insides of her butt hole tearing more while I pushed farther and farther in. When my balls fell against her butt cheeks I slowly puled almost all the way out, letting the fresh layer of blood from carries butt hole work as rough lubrication.
I grabbed her pigtails yet again and made her look down at my dick jammed partway up her butt. Then I lifted her head off the bed, contorting her even more. I pulled out of her ass for a moment, and back handed her across the face several times. I picked up my belt and began lashing her cunt and ass hole and inner thighs. She whimpered more but said nothing.
I observed my work for a moment. Carries legs were wide open, pulled straight up past her shoulders, her hair attached to the bed-frame above her. Her face was still beautiful, but covered in almost as much blood and bruising as her groin. She wore an expression of misery and defeat. I pushed back into her ass hole again, and pulled on her tits to leverage myself into the tight fit.
The wires around her tits were now causing them to turn purple and her pink nipples were starting to slowly drip clear white fluid. Her breaths came only in choked gasps as I thrust into balls deep, over and over again. I started slow, but soon I was slamming myself into the battered women so hard and fast that the wires holding her ankles began to cut into her skin. I let the blood trickle down her legs and into her face and kept pounding her ass hole, despite the fact that her rectum was now practically raw.
I finished in several long hard strokes that filled her bowls with my jizz. As soon as I pulled out of her anus it started trickling cum, and then gushing. Carrie finally filled her lungs with air and sobbed for her violated body. While she was crying I blew the last of my load on her face. She looked up at m through the bruises and sperm with the same pleading look once again. I rubbed the come around in her hair with my dick and then made her suck it clean.
I told her she could use her panties to clean herself up. She left my house stumbling in a blood and cum covered pair of panties, the wet spots where jizz still oozed out of her were clearly visible. I kept her braw so that her traumatized nipples poked out through her shit. As she stumbled out the door, I said
“You’re going to where those panties everyday until the next time I see you. Go it?” She looked at me helplessly and simply said
“Yes sir.”

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A Lonely Road

Well. This is my first story. Please tell tell how it was, I plan it to be the first of series. Thanks…. 🙂

Lilith’s Dawn – Ch. 1: ‘Your Royal Highness’

Hey, this is my first attempt to write a sexual story. It contains a lot of fantasy stuff and has scenes that are a little harder… but I hope some of you will like it. I would love to continue it, if it gets read. It is about a vampire duchess (in a world were vampires are really powerful and rule over other species) who is the stereotype of a young, defiant girl, has a very distinct sex life and now… I think I already said enough 😉 Have fun reading!

Gypsy Alf

The day was glorious – sunny and bright and I was going to be stuck at the University planning for a conference. On my way into the city on the train I wondered how Ali’s day would go. She was planning to sunbath and work on a tan. She had a short workout and a little steam and drug out the sun lounger from the shed and set it up in the sun. It was a hand-made wooden affair from the local trees. We have had two of them for years. She laid out her nice and plush bath towel and oiled herself up and laid down for the sun. We are not overlooked as we are at the top of the hill with both neighbours down the hillside from us. Ali locked the side gates so anyone calling would have to ring the bell and couldn’t just walk in on her. She took these precautions because she was nude and wanted to get a tan without any tan marks so she could wear her more revealing tops. Before long she was nice and warm and began playing with her pussy spreading the lips and rubbing her clit.
She had been there about an hour and felt like a tea and opened her eyes and was about to get up when she saw a figure towering over her next to the lounger. “I see you still use the lounger I made for you.” It was the Romany gypsy named Alf who had coppiced the woods around us a few years ago. They came around every few years to work the woods. Ali realised she was nude at this point and tried to cover up her breasts.
“How long have you been here Alf?”
“A few minutes – that’s all.” Long enough for him to have a good look and see Ali playing with her pussy. “We are camped down at the bottom like always – is okay?”
“Yes of course. Can I get you anything?” Ali normally gave them a little food during the week they were here. Alf just kept staring directly at Ali’s pussy. She figured what the hell and put her arms back up on the chair arms. Allowing her breasts to stand alone. Her nipples were hard and standing at attention for him to see – glistening in the sun with oil and little beads of sweat. It was obvious she was turned on exposing herself to this burly man. She put her hand back down to her pussy. Alf sat down next to her on the edge of the lounger.
“I see you lose weight – look very nice.” Alf was never a man of too many words. He cupped one of her breasts. “Very nice.” He pinched her nipple and then he stood up. “No we don’t need anything.” Ali was taken aback that he didn’t go further or linger on her breast and nipple.
“How’s your wife?” Ali could only stammer at this point with lust in her voice.
“Wife passed on two years now.”
“Oh I am so sorry to hear that – and your son?”
“He is with me at camp.” Ali remembered his son Bret – a strapping six foot lad of 18 – he’d be 21 or 22 by now.
“Maybe I’ll drop down later – do you still have the caravan?”
“No – wagon we sell and horses – have motorhome now – too many regulations from government – make gypsy life hard.” Alf was a traditional Romany gypsy or tinker as they were known in the old days. Not to be confused with the modern day Pikey or traveller. He worked for his living – not taking hand-outs from the welfare state. They would coppice the woods, burn wood to make charcoal to sell for BBQs and make furniture, which they sold at the local market. In a week they would be gone on to the next woodland. Everyone local benefited from the renewed woodland. They hadn’t been for a while and the woods were getting over grown. Ali couldn’t help think about how forward Alf had been in touching her breasts and pinching her nipple. Probably with his wife gone the poor man was horny. She would have to do something about that later.
She lay there for another half an hour and worked her pussy into a nice orgasm. The she showered and went to her dressing room to choose an appropriate outfit. Nothing that screamed fuck me Alf – but something that would let him know she was available. She decided on a lovely cream coloured knee length linen skirt with an elasticated waist band. She put on a matching string strap top in nice light cotton. No bra and definitely no panties. The material was not quite see through – but enough to show her assets off and give the right message. The thought of Alf fucking her made her pussy tingle. He was a stout man with well-defined muscles. Not overly tall but very athletic and thick in his arms and legs. He looked like a rugby player and man was he hairy. He smelled woody and musty – her nipples were hard thinking of Alf on top of her pumping his cock deep in her womb. She thought for a second that she was being predatory and that made a smile come across her face.
Ali made her way down the slope to their usual camp location. Because of the rains the paths were all wiped out but she could see a small vehicle up the opposite hill. Some motorhome – it was actually a converted delivery van with a chimney sticking out the top. There was smoke coming from the chimney – Alf was in. She walked up the hill to the van and knocked on the door.
“Come in.” Alf usually got straight to the point. Ali opened the door and stepped up into the van. She stood with her legs separated because she knew the light coming from behind her would show through her thin skirt showing her legs and more importantly her pussy, which by now was aching. “What do you want Mrs?” He was never good with names.
“I came down to see your new home – and bring you some tea. I know you used to enjoy my Royal blend.” Alf was sitting in a small wooden chair only in his boxer shorts – probably he had made it years ago. She figured he came back to his motor home and got undressed and awaited her arrival.
“Put on the sink please.” He pointed to the end of the van past where he was sitting. As she walked past him – he reached under her skirt and placed his hand on her ass. “You look real nice now.” No subtlety from him. She stopped and let him explore her ass and then his other hand reached up her skirt and he began to finger her pussy. “How is husband?”
“He’s fine – had a cancer operation a few years ago.” Alf was sitting in his underwear and Ali reached down and felt his semi hard cock. “It doesn’t work anymore – never hard again.” Alf nodded.
“Ah – does husband know.”
“Yes he does and it’s okay.” In just a few short questions and answers Alf knew that we had an open relationship and that Ali was free to have sex. He pulled her to his lap as he dug a finger into her pussy. Alf had huge hands – a woodsman’s hands – scared and knarled from years working in wood and steel. Ali put her arm around his massive hairy shoulders and leaned in to give him a kiss. They kissed and he immediately began to explore her mouth with his tongue. He continued to finger fuck her and she could feel his cock getting hard and pushing against her leg. Alf’s cock was like the rest of his body not overly long but thick. Ali slipped down between his legs and reached into his boxer shorts to find his cock. She was rewarded with a 7 inch cock that was easily 8 inches around the circumference. His cock head was like a fist and try as hard as she could there was no way to get it in her mouth. Ever inventive she spit on it and began licking and stroking it. The Ali picked her up almost by her pussy and ass and laid her on the bed nest to the chair. It was a hand carved dark wooden sledge bed with an old but firm tick mattress. Everything smelled of the woods – wonderful pine, oak and various brushes.
“We no play anymore.” That was the end of foreplay for Alf – he wanted to get right to it. He laid her on her back and Ali spread her legs wide as her skirt rode up her legs. Alf pulled his boxer shorts down as his cock sprang almost straight out – he was impressive. He slipped between her legs and she reached out for his cock to guide it to her waiting pussy. She was wet and ready. It took a little effort to get his cock head between the lips and into her pussy. Once in he let it slid all the way to the hilt. Ali couldn’t help but think that men worried too much about how long their cocks were – when they should be worried about how wide they were. This man was perfectly formed and built for stamina. She could feel the veins in his cock as he thrust in and out. The mattress hardly gave at all. It was better than her very expensive memory foam. He held his thrust and rolled over to have her on top. She pulled her knees up and began to ride his cock –bottoming out with each stroke. As she began to climax Alf said something in Romany. She leaned forward to kiss his black beard and felt her dress being pulled up over her hips. It was Alf’s son Bret who had come in the back door un-noticed.
“What a nice ass Mrs Ali.” She turned her head around to see Bret starting to take his boxer short off. As he did a cock just a bit smaller than his father’s sprang out from the waistband. He leaned over and kissed her on the ass cheek and started to feel her asshole with his finger and then with his tongue. As she was climaxing she bounced to high and Alf’s cock came out. Bret immediately bent down and licked at her pussy before grabbing his father’s cock and putting it back in her pussy. He stepped on to the bed behind Ali and she could hear his spitting and then she felt his spit on her asshole. He rubbed a finger around her hole and then plunged his middle finger in her ass. As he pulled it out he stuck two fingers back in to his last knuckle. Then he pulled his fingers out and placed his cock head at the entrance to her ass and pushed until the head popped in. He then spit again and pushed more cock into her asshole. Ali couldn’t believe the feeling of having two thick cocks in her at the same time. She could feel one playing against the other and knew that the two men must have been feeling the same thing. As she bounced on Alf’s cock Bret’s cock was thrusting deep into her ass. She climaxed again and then again. She felt like passing out with the pleasure and then she felt Alf start to cum. My God she thought – this man can cum like no man before. It was running out of her pussy all down his groin. Then Bret began to cum as well and the feeling was extraordinarily blissful being filled with cum in both holes. As Bret pulled out his cum ran down her thighs and onto Alf’s cock.
Bret stepped off the bed and came around to the side and offered up his cock to Ali’s mouth. The smell of his cock was intoxicating and she eagerly slid his cock head in her mouth. It didn’t feel like it was going soft and he rammed a few more inches down her throat. As it began to soften he pushed more in her throat. When she had completely licked him clean he withdrew and returned to his father’s chair. Alf was starting to soften as well and she slid backwards on to Alf’s legs and placed her lips on his cock head and finally was able to get the head in her mouth. She sucked for a few seconds and then began to lick him clean. It was a heady mix of all three of their juices. “I think we make you a nice table for garden.” This was Alf’s gypsy way of saying thank you – leaving no debt. I am sitting at the table now writing this story. A lovely oak table but a lovelier story.

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Playing Doctor Ch. 1

First post!
There are another couple chapters to this story already planned in my head, but I’d like some feedback before I continue. Especially in regards to the amount of buildup / character development vs actual sexual scenes.
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SOCRATES

In ancient Greece, Socrates was reputed to hold knowledge in high esteem. One day an acquaintance met the great philosopher and said, “Socrates, do you know what I just heard about your friend?”
“Hold on a minute,” Socrates replied. “Before telling me anything I’d like you to pass a little test. It’s called the Triple Filter Test.”
“Triple filter?”
“That’s right,” Socrates continued. “Before you talk to me about my friend, it might be a good idea to take a moment and filter what you’re going to say. The first filter is Truth. Have you made absolutely sure that what you are about to tell me is true?”
“No,” the man said, “actually I just heard about it and…”
“All right,” said Socrates. “So you don’t really know if it’s true or not. Now let’s try the second filter, the filter of Goodness. Is what you are about to tell me about my friend something good?”
“No, on the contrary…”
“So,” Socrates continued, “you want to tell me something bad about him, but you’re not certain it’s true. You may still pass the test though, because there’s one filter left: the filter of Usefulness. Is what you want to tell me about my friend going to be useful to me?”
“No, not really.”
“Well,” concluded Socrates, “if what you want to tell me is neither true nor good nor even useful, why tell it to me at all?”
This is why Socrates was a great philosopher and held in such high esteem.
It also explains why he never found out his best friend was banging his wife.

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Seduction of a Babysitter Part II

Reader inspired story. Please read part I first. The seduction of the babysitter continues as Melissa finds a way to get him to make love to her. Hope you all enjoy this part.

The Office Affair

© 2015 by Salacious Scribe and whtwlf1790. All Rights Reserved.
Authors Notes
This is set in Dunder Mifflin Scranton, but in an alternate reality so relationships and positions are not the same as in the show.
I want to thank whtwlf1790 for the premise and coauthoring this with me.
This story contains fellatio, consensual rough heterosexual intercourse, and impregnation. If you don’t enjoy this kind of smut, please choose another story.

Ginny part 1

Ginny walked very carefully up the stairs. Each step was made with careful consideration. She didn’t want Paul to be aware of her presence just yet. Actually she was dreading the upcoming conversation. She wanted the option of backing out at any time at this point. This had to be done and she knew it, no matter how hard it was. If anyone was going to tell him about it, it would be her.
Paul and Ginny had been best friends since the second grade. He pushed her out of the swing and she had punched him square in the jaw before tightening her blonde pigtails and reclaiming her rightful position on the playground. Somehow after that they were inseparable. He was practically her brother and now he needed help. She gently approached his door, which was ajar. She silently peeked in before speaking. He was sitting cross legged on the floor gently clicking away on his laptop. His credit card rested on his knee as he tapped deliberately with a single pointer finger. She knocked very softly and pushed the door further open. What she saw was appalling. Her life long companion sat in the middle of a room full of dirty dishes. DVDs sat stacked upon empty pizza boxes. She glanced briefly at the covers before looking away in disgust. The barely clad women looked happy to be so, but she imagined that they weren’t really. She imagined a life of drugs and strange men, a life without privacy or love. A few more glances around the room revealed countless copies of every pornographic magazine imaginable. Some of them weren’t even in English. She wondered how he had procured some of these items. She stopped surveying the room and looked at her dear friend. He was still tapping away at his keyboard as if she weren’t standing directly over him. A girl named Brandi was standing, covered only by strategically placed house plants, smiling and inviting Paul to just enter his credit card information and enter her world of forbidden pleasures. Is this what he really wanted; some girl with fake auburn hair and equally fake breasts? It made her feel something strange at the thought that he would rather absorb himself in this airbrushed world then even turn around and say hello to her. She couldn’t identify the emotion exactly but pushed it aside in favor of the reason she came here in the first place.
“Paul…could we please talk for a few minutes?” She said it meekly as she sat on his bed.
“Shoot.” He responded, still while looking at the screen.
“I just thought that you should have a little bit of warning. Your family has organized an intervention on your behalf. They plan to confront you this evening. I know how you hate surprises and I didn’t want you to get angry and say things you really didn’t mean to a room full of people.” She sat awaiting the response to this new information. She waited and watched and saw absolutely nothing. “Paul? They are going to come in here and tell you how you’ve made them all feel and then they are going to take all of this away from you. They will lock you in a room somewhere to get all of the pictures and videos out of this house. They will take your laptop, your credit card, your TV…all of it.”
“Why are you telling me this now? I know you don’t approve either so you aren’t giving me time to hide all of it.” He said it with a cynical tone she had never heard him use towards her before. He said it all while still looking at that laptop.
“I wanted to give you the option of giving it up on your own before they started treating you like a child again. You’re a 21 year old man Paul, you should be given the chance to act like it. You should be given the option to step back and look at yourself and say ‘what am I doing…why am I wasting my life this way?” She had stood up as her words had become more heated.
“I’ve already done that and it doesn’t matter.”
He looked away at the floor briefly before returning his gaze to Brandi. She had had it.
“Will you look at me when I’m talking to you?” she kicked the laptop away from him, forcing his attention up at her finally. She saw that his eyes were red and dry from staring at a computer so long. It broke her heart to see him like this. “Ginny what’s the point? The only girlfriend I ever had was sophomore year. Real girls don’t like me. All I ever am is a great friend or worse-big brother figure.”
What? Had this been his driving force all along? She knew that Becky Fromayer had broken his heart but I guess he never really showed how severe it had been. He had turned to these fake girls after her then. He had thought that fake girls wouldn’t be able to hurt him. They may not have broken his heart, but they certainly had hurt him in other ways.
“You have to be kidding me! Becky Fromayer? That blonde bitch from highschool has turned you into this? Paul…you’re 10,000 dollars in debt you can’t pay off. You don’t leave this room, and you stopped talking to me. To tell you the truth, I feel incredibly selfish, but that’s the part I can’t get past.” Ginny was beginning to tear up, “I miss you. What do I have to do to get you to look at me? Do I have to act like the girls in your videos?”
There was a pause as Paul watched the girl he had shared his life with cry in front of him. He wasn’t sure if what he wanted to say was appropriate, but he wanted to say it anyway.
“Would you?” She just stared at him for a second.
“What?” She almost whispered it. Had she heard him right?
“Would you be like one of the girls in the videos for me? I would throw it all away for that.” Her first instinct was to get angry. The thought that he would view her at her most vulnerable and then make such a request shocked her. Her next instinct was to do exactly as he wished. After all, it had been a bit of a secret desire of her own. Who knew her better? Who had always been there for her? It was an entirely logical match. Without another word she began to unzip her top. She began very reluctantly. She was nervous. At the halfway point she stopped and stared at the floor. She had no idea what she was doing. At 20 years old she’d never had sex before, and had only ever removed her clothes in front of other girls. As she stood there, he slowly rose to his feet and approached her. Their eyes met briefly and he took over where she had stopped. He unzipped the light blue shirt all the way and gently pushed it off of her shoulders, casting it aside. He stood back slightly to take in the sight of her in just a pair of hip hugger jeans and a bra that had been made to look like denim. Her C cups looked absolutely perfect and in proportion with her rather slim waste. She wasn’t model stick thin, but she was by no means fat in any way. He knelt down before her and began unzipping her jeans. She lightly rested a hand on his shoulder as she stepped out of the garment, on leg at a time. Her lacey red thong panties were a sharp contrast to the blue in her bra. He slowly ran a hand up and down one of her perfectly shaped and smooth legs. The tone of her skin was a porcelain quality that he admired far more than the standard bronzed look of all the girls he was used to. It stunned him for a moment before he finally reached around to unhook the bra keeping him from seeing her breasts in all their glory. The bra fell to the floor and he was unsure if he could contain himself. He stepped back to take her in. She misinterpreted his movement away as disapproval and moved to cover herself.
“No” he said hoarsely as he reached for her arm to direct t away from in front of her nipples. They were beginning to harden with the chill of suddenly being uncovered. She allowed her arms to drop to her side again as he walked in a semi circle around her and then back, roaming over her with his eyes all the while. He couldn’t keep himself back from her any longer and practically charged over to her. He pushed her down to the bed into a sitting position and knelt before her. Without a word between them he leaned in to place one gloriously perfect nipple into his mouth. She let out the sexiest little whispery moan he’d ever heard. He reached up as he gently sucked and grabbed at her breast and with one squeeze her hair fell from the clip it had been held in. She shook it down as she grabbed at his torso. The hem of his shirt was in her hands and she began to lift it slowly. The sensations he was creating as he moved from the first breast to the other were causing her to shudder slightly, making simple movements into difficult tasks. She succeeded in getting his shirt up to his neck, forcing him to break contact with her skin to allow the garment to be pulled free. He took his next opportunity to plant small kisses up her stomach and between her breasts all while laying her down on the bed before him. He began playing with her lacey little underwear, hooking his fingers in near her hips. She giggled.
“Paul…no, that tickles!”
“Tickles huh? Well I’ll fix that.” He swiftly removed the impossibly small red number and continued his kissing in there stead. Her giggle very quickly dissolved into labored breathes. As his mouth approached her now throbbing clit he paused just north of it. He blew gently on it and then moved back up her body. There was no rush. He had waited for this, now she would wait as well. He ran his hands all over her body; touching every part of her, save for the one place she most longed to be touched.
“P…please…” She mustered a plea for an end to the teasing. He whispered into her ear using the breathiest tone he could,
“Please? Please what?” all she could do was whimper in response. He smiled and continues to whisper “Please what Ginny? You have to tell me what you want…I am not a mind reader.”
He had begun to remove his pants and boxer briefs as he whispered. He had to sit back from his whisper torture to fully remove them, revealing to her the thick eight inch rod she was dying for. It surprised her, yet did not discourage her at all to see that he was uncircumcised.
“Please…I want you…please.” That was all he needed from her and he positioned himself over her. She placed a hand on his chest, stopping him momentarily.
“Will it hurt?” He looked into her eyes for a moment before answering her “Probably, but I promise I will be as gentle as I can be.” She nodded and spread her legs for him. He placed himself between her knees and lifted her legs up to his waist. Slowly he placed the tip of his aching member into her impossibly tight pussy. It felt great, but he knew he had to control his urge to just fuck her without regard. She cringed and dug her nails into his arms as he pushed further into her. The first cry of pain made him instinctively pull back.
“I don’t think I can do this” she said with a grimace on her face.
“I promise you, if you just make it through this first part it will be worth it.” He looked at her. She had always been remarkably petite, standing at only 4’ 11” and weighing about a hundred pounds. This act was never going to be an easy first time affair. He looked back at her. “I’m going to start again okay?” She grabbed onto his arms again and nodded back at him. He started slowly pushing back in again. The previous lack of movement had almost made him forget he was inside a warm wet pussy but as soon as he started again, he quickly remembered. The more forward he went, the tighter her faced scrunched, but she had stopped objecting. When he was half buried in her, he decided to pull almost all the way out and start again. Better to ease her into things. Such a small girl was not going to take such a large cock her first go round. To relief on her face was quite visible as he left just the very tip inside her. He started again, this time a bit faster until he hit uncharted territory. Once again, the going was slow but he finally made it all the way inside. He was impressed that she could take an eight inch dick at all, even if it had been slow. Now completely inside her, he wrapped her legs around his waste and began pumping in and out, slowly at first to see if her pain would give way to pleasure. The look on her face slowly relaxed as the pumping picked up speed. It was when she began to moan that he was sure it had worked.
“ooooooh oh Paul” He felt so good now inside of her. The pain had been excruciating but she trusted him and had thus allowed it. She was so glad she had. She had never felt something so incredible before in her life. With each stroke she felt her passion mounting. He picked up the pace. She cried out as the speed increased and increased. Harder faster, he was unstoppable.
“Oh oh oh…oh God don’t stop!!” She screamed and dug her nails into his back, pressing his body onto her own. He was sweating quite a bit by now and panting like a dog. He slowed down a little bit for just a second and then sped up again. He did a couple more times, drawing things out and teasing her. She begged him to finish her off.
“oh God Paul I’m so close. It feels so good!”
“How good.” He replied as he slowed down yet again
“oh don’t stop. Please…its so good Paul. Oh I can feel every inch of you inside me.”
Hearing that made his cock twitch just a little and he knew he was close too. He pulled almost all the way out very slowly as she just whimpered for more and then very very suddenly, he thrust all eight inches of manhood right to the hilt into her pussy. She let out a loud scream as the cock impaled her. He thrust faster and deeper than he had before as she screamed and grabbed at sheets around her. She bucked and thrust her hips up until she went almost entirely rigid. Her orgasm roared through her as her eyes rolled back and her ass lifted off of the bed. Paul felt the already tight pussy walls begin to open and close around his penis and he could no longer contain it. He shuddered as he shot his load deep inside of her. They both shuddered as they remained locked a few moments longer and then he finally pulled out of her. They lay sweaty and spent on his bed.
“So…how did you like it?” Paul asked as he rolled his head to look at her.” She smiled as she continued breathing heavily with her eyes closed.
“Lets do it again.” She said. With a laugh Paul rolled over to kiss her on the neck.
“Maybe later…did you forget my whole family will be here in under an hour?”

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It happened one night… One last time! Part 3

This is the third and final part of my ‘it happened one night’ trilogy. If you have read the first two parts then you will remember the characters and where we left off. There is very little in the way of sex scenes and the ending is not something of a traditional sex story ending, but I hope you will enjoy it for the tale I hoped to tell. Thank you for taking the time to read my story.

Sins from my Stepmother, Book 1 (Ch 1-3)

From a young age, Teddy Carlson has been aware of his stepmom’s beauty. Workmen would wolf whistle her on the street. His girlfriends would seethe with jealousy at her curves. Even Teddy couldn’t help but steal a look when given the chance.
One summer, while staying at his sprawling family home in Greenwich, Teddy and his stepmother, Jill, did a bad, bad thing…