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Kidnapped Models

Two young models are taken and forced into a hell of sexual torments, each more brutal than the last. Will Stacey and Bianca get out of their ordeal alive? Or is their sexual subjugation just beginning?

A taxing time.

Once a week, Michael visits his PO box to collect his mail. Usually, its junk mail posted by many of the retail outlets he uses to do the jobs he does. But today, there was a rather official looking letter from the Inland Revenue Service querying his taxes. Michael opened the letter and found that an appointment had been made to visit their office at 10am that very same morning.
At 9:45, Michael was sitting in the reception awaiting his appointment looking very nervous. He handed the letter to the girl at the desk when she returned from visiting the powder room a few minutes later.
“My, God, you must be in some real deep shit,” the receptionist said, throwing him a look of dread. “Very few people get to see the Deputy Director of fraud.”
Michael swallowed hard and tried to break a smile.
He was led down a long hallway to an outer office where an oldish woman was sitting behind a huge desk reading a file.
“Sit down,” she said, sternly, pointing to the chair in front of her desk. “I must warn you that these conversations are recorded and audio taped for security purposes and will be used against you, should a prosecution be sought.”
Michael nodded and smiled nervously, fidgeting as he scoured the room looking for the camera.
“According to your file, you haven’t paid any taxes for over three years, and you aren’t claiming any State Benefits. Why is that?” She stared at Michael sternly over the rim of her spectacles.
“Well, I don’t have a job, and filling in those forms for job seekers allowance is a real pain in the ass. So I just didn’t bother!”
“How do you live without an income? You must be getting money from somewhere?”
“I live off the land, and when I’m not doing that, I sell my body!”
“I beg your pardon?”
“I screw women for money.”
“You’re a male prostitute?”
Michael raised his eyebrows and smiled. “Yeah, but times are a bit lean at the moment. I haven’t had a decent shag in ages.” He cupped a hand over his scrotum as if jiggling his balls.
The Deputy Director’s eyebrows disappeared in to her hairline and her neck seemed to extend several inches out from her shoulders as she unwittingly leaned over to take a look. Her face flushed and her eyes showed great excitement. “Where do you live, I don’t seem to have an address for you, just a P O box number.”
“Why, were you thinking of paying me a visit sometime?” Michael laughed at the surprised look on her face. “I will give you the first one free.”
Her breath was heavy and her heart began beating wildly. “But I’m sixty, why would you want to have sexy with an old bird like me?”
“Remember the old saying, ‘Many a fine tune has been played on an old fiddle.’ well, to me, you’d be a Stradivarius!”
She locked the door eagerly, pulled down the blinds, then phoned her secretary instructing her that she was not to be disturbed. She looked nervous on as Michael began to unbutton her blouse before pulling it out of the waistband of her skirt. The bra she was wearing was quite unflattering like those from the 1950s, full padded cups, a wide breast band and the straps looked to be cutting into her shoulders. Michael unfastened the hooks and eyes and let it fall down her arms. Her breasts were small and quite firm for a woman of her age and the nipples were dark brown and pointed.
Michael squeezed them gently as he lashed his tongue over her stiffening tips.
“Oh, God, that feels so good,” she sighed, unfastening the zipper at the back of her skirt. She let it fall to the floor, and within seconds, her large panties and nylon hose were around her ankles, exposing the magnificent triangle of black pubic hair.
“Wow, I love a hairy pussy,” revealed Michael, brushing his fingers through the curly mass. “Bend over your desk!”
She obeyed his command, lowering her stomach and raising her ass into the air. He slipped two fingers into her moist slit, while the other hand gently probed her swelling clitoris.
“Fuck me, Michael, fuck me!”
Michael licked his fingers, wiped saliva onto the end of his cock and thrust it deep inside her.
“Oh, God, give it to me, baby,” she cried, pushing backwards to meet his forward strokes.
She reached between her legs, cupping his balls firmly as the intensity grew. Michael pulled his cock from her pussy and forced it into her ass.
“Ouch, that hurts! Sodomy is disgusting.” He withdrew his cock for her ass as he felt her pelvic muscles relax. “No, wait. Put it back in, it feels wonderful now.”
Michael pummeled her ass hard, while masturbating her pussy violently, sending her shrieking and sighing into another dimension. She collapsed breathless on the desk, groaning with orgasmic pleasure. Michael grimaced, then shot gallons of his cum over her buttocks.
“Oh, Michael, that was magnificent. I haven’t had sex like that in y…., in fact, I have never had sex that good!”
“Michael slapped her on the ass and pulled up his zipper. “Oh, happy birthday by the way.”
She swung her head around sharply and looked astounded. “How did you know it was my birth day?”
“Oh, maybe you do have some friends after all.” He threw her a sexy wink as he was leaving.
He was half way down the corridor when the secretary slapped his hand in an high five fashion, then give him his £100 fee. “Great job, you were worth every penny.”
Two other female came racing towards him giggling. “Oh, Michael, you were fantastic, we just watched you on the monitor. It’s my birthday next week, are you available?” said one of the girls, excitedly.
“Yeah, baby, and I get married in three weeks and you’re definitely invited to my hen party.” said the other.
Michael smiled and threw them both a sexy wink as he disappeared out of view.
The secretary, pulled the DVD recording from the waistband of her skirt and locked it in the top drawer of her desk. Now, just let that old witch treat me like shit just one more time, she though, and this little sexy scene is going on Rudetube.

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THE SEXUAL ANATOMY OF MEN

THE SEXUAL ANATOMY OF MEN: THE PENIS AND SCROTUM
The penis and scrotum are the external sexual organs of men. There
are many questions about the penis on alt.sex, and this FAQ will
attempt to begin to answer some of them.
VOCABULARY OF THE PENIS AND SCROTUM
glans
The glans is the head of the penis. The glans in uncircumcised men is
usually covered by the prepuce. The glans is highly sensitive, as is
the corona, the ridge of flesh that connects the glans to the shaft
of the penis.
corona
The ‘crown,’ a ridge of flesh demarcating where the head of the penis
and the shaft join. frenulum, frenum A thin strip of flesh on the
underside of the penis that connects the shaft to the head.
foreskin, prepuce
A roll of skin which covers the head of the penis in uncircumsized
men.
urethra, meatus
The opening at the tip of the penis to allow the passage of both
urine and semen.
smega
A substance with the texture of cheese secreted by glands on each
side of the frenulum in uncircumsized men.
scrotum
The scrotum is a sac that hangs behind and below the penis, and
containts the testes, the male sexual glands. The scrotum’s primary
function is to maintain the testes at approximately 34 C, the
temperature at which the testes most effectively produce sperm.
Male Internal Sexual Anatomy
Testes, Testicles.
The male sexual glands, the two testes within the scrotum produce
sperm and testosterone. Within each testis is a kilometer of ducts
called the seminiferous tubules, the organs which generate sperm.
Each testicle produces nearly 150 million sperm every 24 hours.
Epididymis
The epididymis is a ‘holding pen’ where sperm produced by the
seminiferous tubules mature. The sperm wait here until ejaculation or
nocturnal emission
Vas deferns
The ducts leading from the epididymis to the seminal vesicles. These
are the ducts that are cut during the procedure known as vasectomy.
Seminal vesicles
The seminal vesicles produce semen, a fluid that activates and
protects the sperm after it has left the penis during ejaculation
Prostate gland
Also produces a fluid that makes up the semen. The prostate gland
also squeezes shut the urethral duct to the bladder, thus preventing
urine from mixing with the semen and disturbing the pH balance
required by sperm.
Corpa cavernosa
The corpa cavernosa are the two spongy bodies of erectile tissue on
either side of the penis which become engorged with blood from
arteries in the penis, thus causing erection.
Ejaculatory Ducts
The path through the seminal glands which semen travels during
ejaculation.
Cowper’s Glands
The Cowper’s glands secrete a small amount of pre-ejaculate fluid
prior to orgasm. This fluid neutralizes the acidity within the
urethra itself.
FREQUENTLY ANSWERED QUESTIONS ABOUT THE PENIS.
WHAT’S THE AVERAGE SIZE OF THE PENIS? WHAT ARE THE EXTREMES?
According to the book Mandens Krop (which is translated from English,
but does not give the original title) the average is 15cm and 90% are
between 13 and 18cm.
The records for a fully functional penis are 1.5cm and 30cm.
IS PENIS SIZE IMPORTANT?
This is probably one of the most frequently asked questions, and that’s a shame, because it’s really a pointless
question. Penis size is important if and only if you think it is. If
you have sex with men and you desire a large penis, then penis size
is important to you, and only to you. If you feel your penis should
be larger, then penis size is important to you, and only to you.
Many women say that too many men are hung up on the size of their
penises. The vagina is only eight to thirteen centimeters long, and
even a small penis can touch every square centimeter within the
vagina.
CAN PENIS SIZE BE INCREASED?
Yes. There are two surgical procedures to increase penis size– the
Bihari Procedure, and Fat Injection.
The Bihari Procedure consists of cutting the ligament that secures
the base of the penis to the body. This gives between one-half and
two inches of increased length to the penis; however, because the
penis is no longer anchored to the body an erection no longer points
‘up.’
Fat Injection is the process of removing fat from the backs of the
thighs and injecting it into the body of the penis to make the penis
thicker. Because the body rejects a significant portion of the
injection this procedure may need to be repeated several times and
each operation carries with it a severe risk of infection.
HOW DO I MEASURE MY PENIS?
According to Harold Reed, M.D., director of the Reed Centre for
Ambulatory Urological Surgery in Bay Harbor, Florida, this is the
correct way to measure the length of your penis:
First, while standing, get an erection. Okay, now gently angle your,
er, equipment down until it is parallel to the floor. Set your ruler
against your pubic bone just above the base of the penis, and
measure to the tip. Thats how the doctors do it.
MY PENIS BENDS DOWN (OR LEFT, OR RIGHT). IS THERE SOMETHING WRONG
WITH IT?
One-quarter of all penises bend in some direction and some bend
downward even when erect. Unless the bend is severe or causes you
pain, there is nothing wrong or abnormal about your penis. It should
not interfere with sexual intercourse. Some people report that a
downward-bending penis is easier to fellate.
In rare cases a condition called Peyrone’s Syndrome can arise from
childhood diseases. This condition is caused by scarring on one of
the two corpa cavernosa within the penis, stunting its effectiveness
during erection and causing the penis to bend almost 90 degrees in
that direction. If you feel this may be the case, consult a
urologist.
WHAT IS CIRCUMCISION AND WHY IS IT DONE?
Male circumcision is the surgical removal of the foreskin from the
penis. When performed in a hospital, it is usually done shortly after
birth by a doctor or midwife. Circumcisions are also given to Jewish
boys by a mohel in a ceremony eight days after birth. Some Islamic
boys are circumcised when they are older, around age 12. The majority
of American boys are circumcised.
Common reasons for circumcision include: better hygiene, “normal” or
“better” appearance, and “his penis should look like his father’s.”
Common reasons against circumcision include: it is no longer
necessary for hygienic reasons; it is a painful, barbaric practice;
possibility of infection or surgical error; “normal” or “better”
appearance; “his penis should look like his father’s.”; and “greater
sensitivity of uncircumcised penis.”
WHAT ARE BLUE BALLS?
Blue Balls is a real condition! The “correct” term for blue balls is
epididymitis, which is an inflammation of the epididymis.
In simple terms blue balls occurs when the epididymis get blocked up
with sperm that have left the testis but not the penis. The vas
deferns are the conduit for the sperm from the testis to the urethra.
When they get blocked you get pain. Why blue balls and not “swollen
balls,” well maybe the connotation is that you balls have the
“blues”, or maybe its because with all that swelling some of the
blood flow is restricted enough to cause some blueing of the area
because of pooling blood.
WHY IS THE PROSTATE MENTIONED SO OFTEN DURING DISCUSSIONS OF ANAL
SEX?
The prostate is about the size of a walnut in a normal man, and is
immediately behind the rectal wall about three centimeters inside the
anus. It can be felt by placing one finger within the anus and
feeling along the anterior wall for a round bulb. For some men,
touching or rubbing this spot is extremely pleasurable; a rare few
can even orgasm through this technique. Others report that the touch
is painful or makes them feel as if they need to urinate.

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David cums onto to his Counsellor

This is Part 2 of one of my earliest stories, “Drunk & Disorderly”. They say that the first rule of counselling is not to get emotionally involved with your client. The second rule is, you don’t go to bed with him! Hmm.

What Happened in Vegas…Part 3

You may want to read Parts 1 and 2 before reading this. I appreciate comments. It would be helpful if you give a negative vote to leave a comment as to why. It would help me improve and it would help the quality of the stories.

High school fun 2

In High School part 1, i retold my sexual experiences during my high school years. I met Jessica, after about a month of being in 1 class, we ended up having sex in the janitors closet. Jessica was extremely hot. Way out of my league. Even today, I consider myself blessed. After our little session ended in the Janitor’s closet and shot a load of cum into Jessica’s mouth, she told me to come there again tomorrow. What really got me happy (If i wasn’t very happy already) was that she said she’d bring a friend over. So here’s Part Two of High School fun.
After me and Jessica returned to our classes, my mind was anywhere but in class. Sexual fantasies were flying through my head. I remembered how Jessica sucked on my cock. I remembered how I slid my cock into her warm and wet pussy. I remembered how good it felt. After I came home, I rushed to the bathroom and masturbated, remembering all the hot things we did. It didn’t take very long for me to come and I wasn’t surprised either. The rest of the day i just spent thinking about how good it’s going to feel tomorrow.
As I was on the way to my first period, I saw Jessica in the hallway. As usual, my eyes would wander over to her tits and her nice ass. When she finally noticed me, she came over and kissed me on the lips. It was a quick smooch, but I was very surprised. So was everyone else around us. That’s when i realized my cock was starting to stand. “He” really seemed to like Jessica. As we both entered our first period, we talked for a while about Non-Sexual stuff before the teacher arrived. It seemed normal for a second, until she finally interrupted my speech on how much I hated our math teacher with a soft whisper: I want your cock inside of me again. I did too, and so did my cock, since it was already standing, without me realizing it. The rest of the day progressed normally until during math class I went to the bathroom. I kind of felt nervous, since Jessica wasn’t in class that period. As I was about to enter the bathroom, I heard a familiar voice:
“Wait!”
It was Jessica.
“Why aren’t you in class?” I asked
“Didn’t feel like going, come” She said
“Where?” I asked
She walked right by me into the guy’s bathroom. I kept thinking “What the hell?”. I followed her into one of the toilets. I knew what was coming next. Class was no longer a priority. She quickly unzipped my pants and pulled my dick out. Without any hesitation she put it inside her mouth. Wow, it felt amazing. This time her hands were on my waist, and only her mouth was in contact with my cock. She licked it and wrapped her lips around the head of my penis. I felt like it was going to fall off, but fuck it felt good. Her warm saliva coated my cock and after about a minute, I was ready to cum. She must have felt my balls tighten, since she pulled my cock out of her mouth and started jerking it off with her hand. Then suddenly, I squirted a wave of warm cum all over her face.
“Where’d you learn to do a blow job like that?” I asked
“Isn’t it obvious?” She responded
“Anyways, we’ll continue during lunch, do you know Melissa Garvey?” She asked
“Yeah I do” I answered with my heart pumping
Melissa Fucking Garvey? SHIT! I’ve been trying to get into Melissa’s pants my entire 10th grade year. She had looks, and beyond average breasts. She wasn’t fat or anything, just had huge juggs. Sophomore year, we were good friends, but it was obvious she wasn’t interested in a more complex relationship.
“Did you tell her it was me?” I asked on my way back to class
“Yeah, she seemed really happy” Said Jessica
YES!!!! This day could not get better. With my cock still warm and feeling good, I kissed Jessica and returned to class. The rest of the school day progressed normally. Me not paying attention to my teacher, thinking about fucking Jessica.. The usual mainly. After me and Jessica left 6th period we quickly walked to the Janitor’s closet on the third floor. When we came across the empty staircase she squeezed my the area where my cock was with her hand and giggled. When we arrived on the third floor closet we waited. As the crowd began thinning, i saw a familiar face. There was Melissa. I saw her big boobs shake as she was walking. As she finally approached me and Jessica she didn’t say anything at first. She kissed Jessica on the lips (Hot) and then turned to me.
“Hi” was all she said
After everyone left we opened the door, turned on the light, and locked ourselves in. They started taking their clothes off, stripping to just bras and panties (Melissa wasn’t wearing a bra, and i don’t know why Jessica was)
“So, who’s going first?” I asked, trying to sound like I’m in control
“I am” Answered Melissa with an enthusiastic, happy tone
This totally surprised me, but i didn’t care, i was happy. She approached me, kneeled down and took both her breasts. Next thing i know, my cock was between them and the head of it was inside her mouth. It felt great. As the warm head of my cock was being sucked, my cock was being cushioned between 2 soft yet strong boobs. I started going with the rhythm, pushing my cock up and down. I felt intense pleasure as i did it. In the background I noticed Jessica. She wasn’t wasting any time, as she was fingering herself, and moaning with pleasure. The sight of her, combined with the pleasure of my cock being squeezed by 2 huge tits made me ejaculate. I shot a load of cum all over Melissa’s tits and some into her mouth. She finally let go of my cock and said:
“Why didn’t we do this last year?”
I was in too much pleasure to say anything so i just responded by moving my shoulders. I saw Jessica stand up and say “My turn” and as she approached me, my cock was up again, knowing that it wasn’t nearly the time to quit.
“Lie down” Said Jessica
I did, obeying like a slave. The floor felt a little cold, but i got used to it. As Jessica stood over me, she quickly sat down on my cock. She put her hands on my stomach and started riding my cock, up and down. The bitch had an amazing pussy that i will never forget. Every time she came down she squeezed my cock with her muscles. As she came up, it felt like my cock’s head was going to go with her. I was on the verge of coming again. My cock was wet and sticky. Her pussy was wet and sticky. At that point, i couldn’t take it anymore so i took my both hands and grabbed her nice ass. She gave a naughty little giggle as i did and within seconds, cum was leaking out of her pussy, over my dick. She yelled pretty loudly out of pleasure, but i don’t think anyone heard us. As she lifted herself off my cock i felt another jolt of pleasure and a little bit of cum squirted out.
As Jessica stood up i saw Melissa coming. She followed Jessica’s steps and sat down on my cock. Next thing that happened was – nothing. My cock was buried deep within her pussy and she wasn’t doing anything. What surprised me even more was that she and Jessica started talking. Talking about all sorts of things – food, school and sex.
“What the fuck?” I asked
“We’re taking a break” Was their answer
My worries were over though, because Melissa squeezed my cock with her muscles every few seconds or so. I was still getting a good feeling. She sat on my cock for nearly ten minutes until we finally heard the bell ring.
“Fuck” Was all i could say
“We don’t need to go, missing one class won’t do anything” Said Melissa
“Yeah” Added Jessica
I was glad they made that decision. I was in too much pleasure to give a shit about class. As Melissa stood up from my cock Jessica came over, sat on my chest, put her hands around my head and we started kissing. Her mouth and body was very warm. She was really horny. Behind her, i saw Melissa doing another tit fuck. I found my waist going up and down because i couldn’t resist the good feeling i was getting. My cock was wet form Jessica’s and Melissa’s pussies so it slid very easily. With my tongue inside the extremely hot Jessica, we exchanged saliva. I finally shot another load of cum over Melissa. This was the last one for the day. Everyone was tired and had to “Digest” all of the pleasure that went through them that day.
These sexual meetings continued for weeks. It was probably one of the best times I’ve had in my life. I stopped showing to class after lunch. It was all great, until one day – we got caught.

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Knowing

Tony awoke in an empty bed. He looked at the sun behind the closed blinds and realized how late it was. A glance at the clock confirmed it. It was twenty after ten in the morning!! Almost 10:30!!
He realized how aroused he was and remembered the last images of his dream, that of standing tall over some faceless woman. She was his slave, and he was her master, and it was his job to break her; to make her do everything she loathed and detested, every dirty perversion that she had been conditioned to fear, so that she would be utterly his.
He shook his head to clear the image, which was causing stirrings down below, then got out of bed and opened the blinds, standing nude in the fresh morning light streaming in through the window. He looked out and saw Mrs. Stanley, their next-door neighbor, staring at him with her mouth slightly agape. He stared straight into her eyes and smiled slightly, letting her look. She was a widow with two daughters a year or two behind him in school. There was no harm in letting her look.
He saw an expression of being lost in rapture on her face, then a look of raw naked lust glinted in her eye. She looked up a little more and locked eyes with him.
“I know who you are.” he said aloud. There was no way she could have heard him through the glass and across all the distance between them, but she got a shocked expression on her face and looked away. She was clearly shaken.
He had first met her a few years ago, while her husband had still been alive, and remembered her a lively, vibrant being, full of freedom and wonder, and then he had watched her close all that down, locking it away inside her after Brad’s accident.
She was on her knees in her flower garden, pulling weeds, and when she finally looked up and saw him still watching, she blushed and went back to pulling her weeds, perhaps a little more fiercely than needed.
He turned away from the window and got clean clothes on, a pair of comfy running shorts and a tie dye, then went down to the kitchen, grabbing a cup of coffee from the pot.
There was a knock at the door, and he opened it to find Mrs. Stanley standing there, looking a little nervous.
“Oh, hi.” he said, friendly.
“Hello.” she said, sounding even more nervous than she looked. “I want to apologize for… looking… at you, a few minutes ago.” she said, shakily. “I had no right…”
“I know who you are.” he said.
“I know you do.” she said. She blushed and looked at the floor, making him wonder what she really meant.
The feeling of mastery from his dream washed over him momentarily, and he decided to take a chance.
“You’re Mrs. Stanley… your name is Leah, isn’t it?” he said, matter of factly.
“Yes.” she answered, crossing her arms defensively. “I’m not really Mrs. Stanley anymore, not since Brad…”
“I will call you Leah.” he said softly. “May I do that?”
“Yes, I would like that, Tony.” she told him, saying his name for the first time. She liked saying it, he noted.
“Leah, what did you see?” he asked her. She blushed furiously, looking down at the floor. “Come with me. “
He took her arm and led her into the kitchen, sitting her down at the table. “Look at me, Leah, and tell me, what did you see?”
He was leaning against the table right next to her, arms folded across his chest, and she had to look up to see his eyes. His crotch was less than two feet from her face, and right on the same level. She squirmed a little uncomfortably, but he held her gaze and repeated his question. “What did you see?”
“I… I saw your…” she faltered.
“Say it!” he insisted. “Tell me what you saw.”
“I saw your penis!” she blurted out, blushing deeply, but still he kept his eyes locked on hers.
“That wasn’t the word you thought of when you saw it, though, is it, Leah? What word was in your mind?”
“Cock.” she whispered. “I was looking at your cock, and I couldn’t look away.”
“Very good, Leah. Thank you for telling me the truth.” he said, releasing her with his eyes. She looked at the floor between them, nearly in tears.
“I want you to tell me the truth again, Leah.” he told her. She nodded, her head still down. “Why couldn’t you look away?”
“I… It was hard… It made me feel…”
“It made you fall horny, didn’t it, Leah? It made you all gooey inside, didn’t it, Leah?”
“Yes.” she whispered.
“I know who you really are, Leah.” he said. “I know who you really are inside. You look like a good girl, you act like a good girl, but inside, you’re not really a… bad girl, are you? Not really bad, just naughty, just a little… dirty. A little slutty. Am I right?”
“I’m sorry.” she whispered. “I don’t want to be a slut, hontely, I don’t. I just couldn’t help it. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry about that with me.” he told her. “I like that about you. It’s what makes you a real person. You feel that way, too, don’t you? Like she’s the real you, not this… this lady… that everyone sees on the outside.”
“Yes.” she said, and a tear crept down her cheek. I… I have to pretend all the time. “I’m sorry.”
“You didn’t come over here to apologize, did you Leah? The nice lady next door rang the bell for you, and said those things for you, but you were secretly thinking something else, weren’t you?”
“Oh God… I … yes.” she admitted. “When you said you knew me, I… I had to come over. I knew it was no use hiding from you.”
“I can help you let her out, Leah. The real you. The one you’ve been dying inside for all these years. Let’s set her free. I bet she’s the most beautiful creature in the world. Will you let me meet her?”
She was crying now, and he bent and hugged her. She threw her arms around him gratefully, sobbing into his shoulder. Eventually, he moved her back until he was looking straight into her eyes again.
“You want to be ruled sexually, to give over all control, to do every dirty thing you have never heard of yet. You want all the dirty words, all the slutty words, too, like tits and ass, cock and cunt; you want it in your pussy, in your mouth, and as deep in your ass as it will go. You want to be tied up and used, to be raped, don’t you?”
“There’s more.” he said. “You also want to be spanked for thinking these things, too, punished for your naughtiness.” he told her. “Isn’t that right? I know who you really are, and I‘m going to set you free, Leah.”
“Oh my God.” she whispered. “How can you know…” He put a finger to her lips and stood up.
“Now is not the time for talking, Leah.” he said, then he lifted her chin with one finger and took her head in both hands, pointing her face right at his groin, then crossed his arms.
“Take it out, Leah, take my cock out of my shorts.” he commanded. Slowly, she lifted her hands to his waistband, looking dazed, as if she were in a dream-state, and pulled his shorts down.
His cock hung down in front of her at about a 45* angle, twitching slightly.
“Take it in your mouth, Leah.” he said hoarsely. She looked up at him, a little fearfully.
“I’ve never done that.” she whispered. “Do I have to?”
“Take it in your mouth, Leah!” he said more strongly, making it an order. “Keep looking at me while you do it, too. Be a slut, let yourself be the slut you know you really are.”
He moved his hips and placed the head of his dick at her lips, so she obediently opened her mouth and let him in. Her mind reeled with what she was doing. She wanted to stop; she knew she should stop, but she couldn’t, now that she had begun.
“Suck it.” he commanded. “Suck it all in your mouth, move your head back and forth on it, and don’t stop until I tell you to.” He entwined his fingers into her thick black tresses, massaging her scalp.
She nodded slightly, using the motion to pull more of him into her mouth, letting him sink the whole thing inside. He was still slightly flaccid, but the heat and moisture of her mouth, not to mention the sucking action, stimulated the flow of blood into his member rapidly and his full nine inches expanded right into her throat. Panic rose in her heart, but he held her head firmly, totally in control.
“Breathe through your nose.” he told her, holding her head tightly against him now, not letting her go with his eyes. He saw the panic in them subside as she moved air in and out. He felt her swallow the load of saliva past his cockhead, the muscles of her throat constricting around him.
“Oh, God yeah.” he sighed, allowing her to slide her mouth off him and folded his arms once more. “That’s a good slut. You suck cock like a natural. This is who you really are, isn’t it, Leah?”
She looked back down at the floor, but he put one hand back on her head and made her look up at him. “Breathe, Leah, catch your breath, and then take me into your mouth again. Not all the way, this time, though, I want to lick it and use your hands and play with it.”
She nodded, swallowing several times and panting a little. “Tony, I- I feel so dirty. Using my mouth on you… its… I feel like a thing you are using, and even though I know its wrong, it feels so right at the same time. Like I’m supposed to be a dirty sex slut, but I can’t do it myself. I need you to help me.
“I want you to use me, to do all the sex things, I need to be dirty and a whore and the only way to do that is to give myself to you. Tie me up and take me against my will. I have all these barriers inside me that need to be broken down, walls that hold me in. I need you to help me break them so I can be free.”
“Don’t speak anymore, Leah, now is not the time for talking yet. That will come after.” he explained. “Now is the time for feeling.”
She started to speak, but he put his finger to her lips. “Trust me.” he said. She nodded, then licked her lips and took his cock in her hand, guiding it into her mouth.
“Play with it, you said?“ she thought to herself. “I can do that. I’ve always wanted to do that.” She felt something break inside her, chains, and she felt free, her soul soaring out and expanding.
She swirled her tongue over the head, sliding her fist up and down in her firm grasp. She moved her face closer, sucking a little harder now, and went down to about halfway on his shaft, then opened her mouth and licked her tongue up the underside all the way, teasing the tip of his cock with the tip of her tongue, smiling at him with her eyes.
“Like this?” she smiled, licking the head like a lollypop.
“Holy shit, I thought you said you never did this before?” he gasped. He was close to coming from her hand moving on him alone.
“Well, I haven’t.” she said. “You told me to have fun with it, so that’s what I’m doing. Am I doing it wrong? I can stop if you want me to.”
“No, God, don’t stop. Make me come and swallow it all, Leah. Suck my come little a dirty little slut.”
“Yes master.” she said, then took it in her mouth again, licking and sucking and bobbing her head. She could feel it start pulsing in her hand first, then he was flooding her mouth with hot sticky fluid, musky and salty.
His hands were in her hair, preventing her from pulling away.
“Swallow it!” he gasped, so she obeyed, gulping down the mouthfuls as they spurted out. There was more than she could handle at once, and it dripped out the corners of her mouth onto her blouse.
When he was done, he let her go and smiled down at her. She swallowed thickly and returned it weakly.
“Thank you.” she said. “I needed that.
“So did I.” he said. “Are you ready to finish your training?”
“My training?” she asked. “What do you mean?”
“Leah, you don’t think one blowjob is enough, do you? I don’t. I need all of you.”
“All of me?” she whispered. “What do you mean?”
“Leah, you feel free right now, after what I made you do, don’t you?” he asked her. “Look, my come has stained your blouse, and if you leave right now, you’ll go back into hiding, and when you look at this blouse in your closet, you’ll remember this feeling and live the rest of your life wondering.”
“That’s not what you want.” he said. “I know that’s not what you need. You need to be free forever; to never hide who you truly are again. You need to set yourself free, Leah. Come upstairs with me and be mine forever.”
“Oh, Tony, I can’t!” she cried. “I have daughters and my job and responsibilities!”
“Tomorrow, you have those things.” he said, “Today, right now, in this moment, you belong to me, and I’m not done with you yet.”
He pushed his shorts to the floor and stepped out of them, then headed for his room. She got up and followed him.
Outside his door, he turned to face her. He looked straight into her eyes once more. “Take your clothes off out here, Leah. All females who enter my room do so naked, no exception. It keeps my sister out of here. Enter of your own free will.”
“I…” He stopped her with a finger on her lips again.
“No, Leah, this is still not the time for talking. This is the time for feeling. If you do not enter my room naked right now, there never will be a time for talking. You can go home forever right now.” he said, taking a gamble. “But I know who you really are. Come into my room and let her free, Leah, she really wants to be in there. I know she does.”
She hesitated a long moment, all her emotions right there in her eyes for him to read. Fear, horniness, submission, fear, wanton sluttiness, wanting to give away all control, wanting love, wanting sex, and fear. She dropped her eyes and he knew he had won as she began unbuttoning her blouse.
“Naked, Leah.” he whispered. “Take all your clothes off and go lay on my bed. I’ll be waiting inside.” He stepped into the room, moving out of sight as he went to the side.
A moment later, she entered, completely nude. He admired her petite form, noting her tight, trim ass above legs that were shapely and long for her body.
“Lay down sideways on my bed, Leah, on your back and leave your feet on the floor.” he instructed. She turned to face him and he got his first look at her bare breasts. They were firm, and just the right size for her small frame. She had dark chocolate nipples on puffed up brown areolae.
She sat on the bed, then lay back as he moved toward her. She looked up at him wordlessly as he stood above her.
“Oh, my lovely Leah.” he breathed. He touched his fingers to the inside of her knees. “Open.” he said, then stepped inside her legs, touching behind her knees only, moving her legs open wide and back, exposing her fully before him.
His fully hard cock moved forward, almost of its own volition, and he rubbed the tip of it up and down her labia, mashing it firmly into her clit, then slid it lower and let her feel it at the entrance to her body. She moaned out loud, tossing her head from side to side as it moved back up, teasing her.
“Please, I need it.” she whimpered. “I’m ready, please, I need it.”
“What do you need, Leah?” he asked her, teasing her. “Say it in words, Leah. Use the dirty words. Talk dirty to me, Leah. Beg.”
“Oh, God, please don’t make me say it. I’m so ashamed right now. I just need it so bad, I can’t help myself. I can’t believe I’m doing this; it doesn’t seem real right now. Please just put it inside me; help me!!”
“Use the dirty words, Leah. I want to hear you say it nasty, like the little slut you really are. Dirty little cum-slut, filthy whore, talk dirty to me, I know you know how!!” he said strongly to her, still rubbing his cock over the outside of her pussy. “Say it!”
“Unngh, oh God, fuck me, Tony, put your big fucking cock in my slutty little pussy and, and fuck me as hard as you can! Make me come all over your cock, make me come with your cock!”
“I’m gonna fuck you, Leah, I’m gonna fuck you like the slut you really are. MY slut. You’re MY little slut, aren’t you, Leah? You knew this was gonna happen the moment you laid eyes on me through my window, didn’t you? You hoped this would happen, I could see the wish of it in your eyes as I looked into your soul.”
“Tell me you’re my little cumslut, my whore, my sex-slave. Tell me all about how nasty you are; tell me every dirty thought in your mind. Tell me, and I’ll give you this.” With is last word, he moved his cock to her opening and pushed it inside a little, letting her feel herself stretching open just the slightest before pulling back and rubbing the length of it up and down her slit again.
She moaned again, louder, then started babbling. “Oh, God, put it in me!” she begged. “I’m your slut, your dirty little whore, fuck your slave, I’m your slave, fuck me anytime, anywhere! Put that big cock inside me and make me yours forever! Fuck your little cumslut slave!!” she told begged, pleading with her eyes.
“What will you give me?” he taunted, letting her feel him at her opening another moment. “Will you give me your heart? Will you give me your trust? Will you give me your love?”
“Yes!” se begged, “Fuck me! Put that cock in me and fuck me!!”
“Will you give me your body?” he asked. “Will you give me control?”
“Yes, God, anything, I’ll do anything you say!! Anything!! Just fuck me!!!”
“Will you give me your mouth, whenever I want it? Will you give me your pussy whenever I want it? Will you give me your asshole the same way?”
“Oh, God, anything you ask. Anything. Please? I swear, if you order me to do something, I will. I promise. Just please fuck me.”
“I accept your promises, and give you one of my own. I’m going to test every limit you have, Leah, I’m going to explore every inch of your submissiveness to me; I promise I’m going to make you love doing things you never dreamed of, Leah. I promise you this.” With that, he pushed his whole cock into her pussy, feeling the heated wetness of her envelop him like a velvet glove.
She felt him slowly penetrating her, filling the emptiness inside her with hit, throbbing passion, and his words set her heart on fire.
“At last.” she thought. “Somebody finally understands!!” She felt him bottom out inside her, filling her completely. She could feel him pressing against her cervix. She looked into his eyes and transferred her whole being into him, and felt him claim her, taking her, possessing her. She felt tears welling up inside her as emotion swept her away.
“I claim you as mine, Leah. With my cock inside your body, and my entire mind, I claim you as mine, now and forever.” he said, steadfastly looking into her eyes. “You belong to me, and you are under my protection. You will always be faithful to me and me alone, and all that is yours is now mine as well. I take you as my slut, as my whore, as my slave. I take you as my wife; I take you as my wife, I take you as my wife.”
As he spoke, he was stroking his cock in and out of her, still holding her knees back and apart, using every inch of his cock in her, sliding it in and out, staring into her wide-open eyes and watching his words fill her with emotion. He saw the love and trust and devotion as she looked steadfastly back at him.
“Tell me what you are.” he said, after a long moment. “Tell me.”
“I’m your slave.” she said breathlessly. “I’m your whore. I’m your slut. I’m your little cumslut, and you can do whatever you please with me. I’ll fuck you anytime, anywhere.” she said. “I’ll suck your cock anytime you want. You can fuck my asshole anytime you want, too. I’ll let you photograph me if you want. I’m your dirty little whore, and you can use me anywhere, anytime. Forever.”
“Oh, Leah!” he shouted, and drove inside her as hard and deep as he could and came inside her. His cock spurted out one huge gush of hot jizz, then three more smaller ones, then his stiff body relaxed and he slumped down on top of her, letting her take his whole weight.
They lay together a long moment, cherishing each other. She loved the feel of his cock inside her, slowly softening and getting pushed out by her natural tightness. She wanted this moment to last forever, but the ringing of his cell phone on his bed table brought it to a crashing halt.
“Oh, God, what have I done?” she sobbed as he sat up and grabbed it, flipping it open. “Tony…” A thousand conflicting thoughts raced through her mind all at the same time.
“Hey howdy.” he said into it, not looking at her. “Oh, hey Dad, what’s up?” He listened for a moment. “Okay, that explains why you didn’t come home last night. How long are you going to be there?” He listened a long moment again, then laughed wryly.. “I see. Well, have a good time, and see you on Tuesday, then.” Another listen. “Yeah, I’ll do that, I’ll make sure of it. It’s okay, Dad, I’m a man, now, I’ll take care of her. I promise.” He flipped it shut and tossed it back on the table.
“That was your father?” she asked.
“Yeah, he’s going to be in Hawaii for the weekend, lucky bastard. He left on the red-eye last night. Some sales thing at his work.” he told her. “He said I can use the emergency credit card in his desk to get anything Kim and I need, food-wise.”
“How old are you?’ she asked him. “How old is your sister? That’s a lot of responsibility to dump on a kid at the last minute.”
“I’m seventeen.” he told her. “Kim is fifteen. My Dad trusts me. He knows I won’t let him down.”
He looked at her steadily. “The same way you can trust, me, Leah. I won’t let you down, either. I promise.”
“I do trust you, Tony.” she said. “I trust you completely. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t be here like this.” She indicated her naked body, blushing slightly.
“Tell me what you are, Leah. Tell me what you without the sexual frenzy making you do it. Tell me what you are.”
“I’m your little cumslut.” she said sitting up. “I’m your little whore; I’m your cockslut slave, and I promise everything I have is yours, Master.” As she finished speaking, she was on her knees in front of him, her hands clasped together between her breasts.
“Everything you have is mine.” he said, and she repeated it.
“Everything I have is yours, Master.”
“Prove it.” he told her. “Come over here and get me hard with your mouth, then lay down on my bed with your ass high in the air, and beg me to fuck you there.”
“Oh, yes, Master, tell your little slut what to do, and I’ll do it.” Smiling, she crawled over to him, then pulled herself up and took him between her lips. Once again, she took his whole flaccid member into her mouth and allowed it to grow down her throat, then she pulled back off it and moved to the bed.
She lay down on her stomach and lifted her hips with her legs spread wide. “Come fuck my ass, Master. Take this little whore in her asshole and shove your whole huge cock inside me. It’s your asshole; I give it to you freely, Master. Use me for your pleasure!!!”
“You got, slave.” he replied, getting on the bed behind her. He put his hands on her hips, nudging her legs further apart with his knees, and tilted her ass up to just the right angle. “Just like that, baby, don’t move until I tell you to!!”
He pulled her onto him, sliding his cock into the tightest orifice it had ever entered.
“Ohh, God, oh shit!!” she cried out. “Master, it hurts so good!!”
“Remember this feeling, Leah, remember exactly how you feel right now. I’m using your body for my pleasure, Leah, I’m taking you in the most selfish way possible, slut. I’m fucking your asshole, you dirty little cumslut; I’m taking your ass with my big cock.” he told her. She grunted under him as he thrust deep into her, over and over again.
“Oh, oh, God, I’m gonna… I’m gonna…” he cried out, then removed his cock from her ass and slid it balls deep into her pussy.
She felt his cock sliding fully inside her, and this time, it didn’t just nudge her cervix, it pushed right into it and spread it wide, just as his cock spewed forth the first jet of goo inside her. He pulled it nearly all the way out, held it a moment and let the next blast spurt all along the inside of her cunt as he pushed inside once more, lubricating her with his semen. He stroked it slowly to a stop as his orgasm ended.
“Oh, Leah, that was…” he whispered in her ear, laying over her back and holding her in his arms. “That was it.”
“That was what, Master?’ she asked, turning her head to the side and closing her eyes.
“That was enough. I just made you pregnant. Can’t you feel it? I can.” he said.
“Pregnant?” she asked, touching her belly. “You just fucked a baby into me?”
“I sure did.” he said proudly. “I’m going to cook you breakfast to celebrate, too.”
“Pregnant?” she said again, doubtfully. “Are you sure?”
“I felt it. Didn’t you?” he asked, getting up. He went to his drawers and pulled out another pair of shorts, then drew them on. “Come on back down to the kitchen.” he said. “Would you like some eggs? That seems like an appropriate thing to eat right now.”
“I’m not really hungry.” she said, faintly. “I’m going to go home for a little while, okay?” She stood up, one hand still on her belly and an uneasy expression on her face. “I need to lay down and think.”
“Sure thing, Leah. I’ll be over in a little while, after I eat, and we can continue this journey we’ve started together in your room.” he told her.
“In my room?” she said, doubtfully.
“Sure. Everything you have is mine, right? Slave?” he said, sharply. “Or didn’t you mean that when you said it? Because I certainly meant every word of my promise when I said that I was going to push all your boundaries, Leah.
“No, I… I’ll see you in a little while, then, Tony. The door will be unlocked. Just come up to my room. I’ll be waiting for you there.”
He waited until she was at the door, then called her name, stopping her.
“Tell me what you are, Leah.” he commanded.
“I’m your dirty little cumslut slave, Master.” she said, then smiled and blew him a kiss. “I feel so free; I can’t believe this!”
* * *
After a quick breakfast of eggs and coffee, he left the house and crossed the lawn. The front door was unlocked, as promised, and as he entered, he surprised the two teenage girls watching TV in the front room.
“Hello.” said one of them, looking a little startled that a stranger had just walked right in without knocking.
“Well, hello yourself.” he replied, smiling. “I guess your Mom didn’t tell you about me. That’s understandable, I guess.
“Who are you?” asked the other one. “Wait, I know you. You’re Tony from next door, right?”
“Correct.” he answered. “I know your names are Tia and Mia, but I don’t know which name goes with which person.”
“I’m Tia.” said the first girl, standing up and holding out her hand to shake. He took it and kissed the back of it, instead.
“An honor.” he said softly, letting it go. The other girl stayed seated on the sofa, so he came over to her.
“And that makes you Mia.” he said, taking her hand and kissing the back of it as well.
“It does.” she agreed, letting her hand be kissed.
“Well, Mia, Tia, if you’ll excuse me, I believe your mother is expecting me upstairs in her room.” he said, moving towards the stairs.
“Wait a minute, you’re going up to her room?” Tia interrupted, catching his arm as he passed her. “Does she even know you’re coming?”
“I’m not coming yet, Tia, but if you’ll be so kind as to let me go, I’m sure I will be soon.” he joked, tugging his arm free.
“What does that mean?” Mia asked, getting up to follow him. Both girls were right behind him as he climbed the stairs.
“Which is your mother’s room?” he asked, seeing three closed doors on the second floor. There was also a small bathroom up there, but that door was open.
“That one.” Tia said, pointing at the far end of the hallway. “Why? You can’t go in there… Wait!!”
Both girls watched in astonishment as he went down the hall and let himself in, and, after a small wry smile over his shoulder at them, closed the door behind him.
“Holy moly, what do you think he’s doing in there?” Mia asked her sister, clutching her arm.
“Let’s go listen at the door.” Tia answered, going quietly down the hall. Both girls huddled together outside the door and tried to hear the muffled voices coming from within.
* * *
“Hello, Leah, your Master is here. I think you should get on your knees and welcome me home with your mouth.” he said. She was curled up on her bed, wearing a bathrobe and facing away from him. She turned her head and looked at him, bleary eyed from crying.
“Do it right now, slave!!” he ordered.
“Tony…” she whispered.
“Are you my slave or not?” he demanded. “You’re upset because I put a baby in your belly, right? You think you can just forget everything that happened between us this morning because of that?”
“But Tony…” she tried again. He would have none of it.
“But nothing. Did you or did you not give yourself to me? Forever?” he said. “I know who you are, Leah, and deep down, this is what you really wanted. A son. And now you have him.”
She touched her belly again, a look of wonder on her face. “How can you know…” She looked right into his eyes. “How can you know all these things? Things about me, what I’ve always really wanted, who I really am, how can you know?” She started to cry again. “How can you know I’m pregnant with your son?”
“I can feel it inside me, and I know things.” he said simply. “I’ve had it all my life. I feel it a lot more strongly with you, though. The strongest it’s ever been with anyone.” He looked at her sharply.
“Dammit, now is not the time for talking! Get on your knees in front of me, and welcome me here with your mouth, little slave slut cunt!” he ordered, and she moved slowly to obey.
“NOW!” he demanded. “Or do I need to give you a spanking to more firmly establish my rightful place over you?”
“No, master, please don’t spank me. I promise I’ll be good from now on.” she said, moving with better speed at his threat. She got into position and opened his fly, reached her right hand in and pulled him out, then captured his cock with her mouth. He let her suck it a short moment, then withdrew it from her lips.
“Very good, slave. Tell me again who you are.” he told her. “Sit up straight, hands behind your back, tits thrust out, and eyes forward. Tell me who you are!!”
“I’m your slutty little cumwhore, Master.” she said.
“Louder!” he ordered. “Tell me who you are!!”
“I’m your fuck-slut whore; your slave, Master!” she cried out.
“What did you give me, slave?” he demanded.
“I gave you my ass, my pussy, and my mouth, Master. Everything I have belongs to you now. You even took my womb, if what you say is true, Master. Everything I have is yours, Master.”
“Oh, it’s true, slave slut.” he said. “When can I fuck you?”
“Anytime, any hole, anywhere, Master.” she told him.
“Louder, bitch!!” he demanded again.
“Anytime, any hole, any where you want me, Master. I’m your fuck toy, your slutty little whore. You can fuck me whenever you want, anywhere you want, in any hole you want. I promise I’ll never tell you no.” she cried out loudly.
“Very good, my little cumslut. You may return to the bed, where you will lay face down, legs wide open, and await my return. I need a shower and to relieve myself.”
She obeyed him, getting into the position he’d ordered her into. She heard him leave the room and her mind whirled, reeling with the things alive inside her.

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The Couples Collector

A sadistic man and his wife collect young couples for their own depraved amusement in a world of forced bondage, sex, and shocking levels of degradation.

My Girl_(0)

There she was. 16 years old, all grown up. I hadn’t seen her in ages. The one I knew I wanted to spend my entire life with.
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Our relationship was a weird one. I was 5 years older than her. My brother and her brother were friends in primary school and that’s how I got to know her. They both used to tease her and trouble her a lot. Being the eldest in the group, I used to end up sort of babysitting her when the two of them were playing video games or she was upset.
I was 11, but very mature mentally, and she was 6. We only saw each other once every few months but over the next few years, our bond strengthened to almost that of a brother/sister.
By the time I was 16 and she was 11, things had changed. I had developed into a hormonal teenager, like any other teenage boy I jerked off to internet porn frequently, at least once every two days. She seemed to have grown mentally a whole lot, hanging out with 3 older boys, who were all already mentally mature appeared to have had a positive impact on her mental state. I was able to have normal conversations with her about life that I would have with my friends. Of course it was different in some ways, she was more bubbly than my school friends, didn’t make any disturbing jokes like they did, didn’t understand some of the bigger words I used nor understood much about current affairs, but there was something about this girl. We connected on an emotional level, there was an evident level of care and affection for one another.
I had already had flings with girls from school, never further than getting a bj though, I never felt they were mentally similar to me, I couldn’t see a future with them. Despite this girl being so much younger, I felt something different to all the sexual relationships I had with girls my own age.
Of course, I had no intention to pursue any sort of relationship until she was much older, but there was something about her presence which made me long for her at times, when she wasn’t around.
Over the next year, we met up less. The only times we did meet up were when our brothers wanted to hang out at someone’s home and we would tag along. I became busy with the subject I wanted to pursue and study at university and dreamed of getting into a world class uni. I had to focus much more on work and achieved this dream.
Over the three years of university, our holidays rarely overlapped and even so, I was so busy with revision and work even over the summer, because the university was high in the league tables and placed lots of pressure on students to do very well.
Finally, I completed uni, leaving with a first class honours degree. I arrived home and there she was, sitting in the kitchen, talking to both my mother and hers.
A girl who had grown into a woman.
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It had been so long, she had grown. Her hair was much longer, straighter and travelled down towards the nape of her bum. The t-shirt she wore was tight and hugged her sleek body, accentuating the ample breasts that had formed on her chest. It was a warm day, but I could just about make out the figure of her nipples. As she saw me, she smiled and got up to walk over to me. Her jeans were wrapped tightly around her legs, showing off her slim figure and lovely ass.
As for me, I was a decent looker. Teenage spots had cleared up nicely, my body was reasonably well defined; every year I would tell myself to work out and get a proper six pack, but I would never do enough, so I could feel a set of strong abs, but it wasn’t fully visible by looking at it. My arms had certainly grown, that was an area of my body I had worked on well over the years. I was about 6’1, about 195lbs.
For the first time looking at her, I felt a twitch in my pants as she bounced over towards me, giving me a massive hug and kiss on the cheek. My heart actually skipped a beat and I embraced her warmly back.
After all the pleasantries, getting to know each other again, talking about school life and other stuff, it was quite late. The sun was beginning to set and there was a pink, red tinge to the skyline.
Our mothers informed us they were going out for the evening to watch a new movie together, Sex and the City, I think it was. Sounded incredibly dull to me…
My dad and brother were out, they were at a cricket match, so the two of us were left alone at home.
This certainly wasn’t the first time in our history we had been alone together, but before we were much younger.
We cuddled up on the couch together and watched TV and continued talking. Since our parents had left the other room, the conversation became a lot more open. She began to talk about problems with her boyfriend. Up till now she hadn’t mentioned him at all, I mean, she went to an all girls school, how could she have found a boy? I felt a deep pang of jealousy inside me. I had 2 proper girlfriends in my three years of uni, but she was still only 16 and I had hoped that no-one had attempted to go out with her yet ; apparently I was wrong.
I listened to her problems and subtly tried to manipulate her into believing this guy was a good for nothing jerk.
She rested her head on my shoulder, softly sighing, and I began to stroke her hair softly. When she was much younger and was upset or tired, she used to do the same thing, placing her head on my shoulder and I would gently stroke her hair. It used to be very innocent, but there was something different and she realised too, and pulled away from my shoulder.
For a moment I was terrified, it had been nearly 3 years since we had last seen each other, had I crossed a line? Was she going to flip out?
She looked at me, our eyes connected for a moment
“I’ve missed you,” she whispered. “So much…”
The room wasn’t too bright, but I was certain I saw a tear fall from her eyes.
“Me too”
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Unable to contain myself any longer, I grabbed her and pulled her into me, falling backwards onto the couch. She giggled as she lay on top of me. I placed one hand on the small of her back and the other on her head and slowly pulled her head closer to mine. Our noses touched for a moment, before we readjusted. Her hair was tickling my face as she moved her lips closer to mine. I couldn’t believe it, this was about to be our first kiss. She leaned in and our lips connected. A spark of electric passion buzzed around my lips. Hers were moist, but not so much that they were too slippery…perfection
There was an audible smacking sound as our lips ended contact before we pressed together again. This time her mouth was slightly open. I took advantage of this and cautiously slid part of my tongue between her lips. She reacted positively , pushing her tongue against mine. We were locked in battle for a while and the air was hot with our sweat
Eventually we stopped kissing, only to strip hastily. I took my top and jeans off, leaving just a pair of boxers on, as she took her t-shirt and jeans off, leaving just her purple lace bra and shockingly pink panties. The colour combination was certainly abstract, but my boner was rock hard.
“Are you sure you want to do this, honey?” I questioned her. Why the fuck would i say that I thought to myself, you’re so stupid, why ruin the heat of the moment!
“Yes, I’m sure. There’s no-one else I would want my first time with she said,” bending over me again to kiss me.
Phew, I thought to myself, almost blew it.
She kissed my lips once more and then my neck. I was in a state of delirious euphoria, my neck had always been very sensitive. She moved further down, rubbing her hands over my strong chest and abs, and moved her mouth to one of my nipples. She began to slowly lick my nipple and used one hand to play with the other. Within seconds they were hard and she gently nibbled on then both, drawing gasps of pleasure from me. She then kissed down my navel and began teasing me by playing with my dick through the boxers. My cock was just average length, about 6 inches, but was slightly wider than average. It was pressing hard against the material of my boxers.
After what seemed like an eternity, she pulled them off me and grasped my manhood with her small, soft hands. She began to rub my shaft up and down; it was her first time, and she was causing me slight pain and she was holding too tightly and going way too quickly.
“Slower” I gasped
She took the hint and began to rub it much slower and used one hand to carefully caress my balls. She then moved her mouth towards my dick and summoned up the courage to give her first blow-job. She stuck her tongue out first and cautiously flicked the top of my penis with her tongue. My dick twitched violently showing its approval of this and this encourage her further. She rubbed her tongue all along my dick and then proceeded to take it into her mouth.
She was clearly inexperienced; only half my dick was in her mouth when she gagged and pushed it out. However, it didn’t take her long to accustom herself to this different scenario and was soon taking my entire length into her mouth and deep into her throat like a pro. She seemed to like the taste and slathered my cock in her saliva. She gradually increased her tempo, sending me to new levels of enjoyment. She was the youngest person to ever give me a bj, and I hadn’t had many in the past, but this was by far the best I had ever had.
After another couple of minutes, I pushed her gently up and off of me and pulled her lips back to mine and rolling over so I was on top. It was my turn to kiss down her neck making her pant with passion. I unclasped her bra revealing perfect sized boobs, C cup, with dark brown areolas capped with erect nipples. I eagerly began to suck one, whilst fondling her other one gently. I playfully bit on them, gently, which seemed to arouse her more. As captivating as her boobs were, I remembered the prize between her legs on offer. I kissed her stomach and moved down to her panties. They were already sopping wet in anticipation, but I decided to tantalize her, and instead began to kiss her thighs all the way down, along the back of her legs, to her feet and back up.
“Please,” she moaned, “Hurry up!”
She needed this desperately, it was obvious from the tone of her voice. She grabbed the back of my head and forced me up to her crotch. At last, I removed her panties, revealing a completely shaved pussy. Her pink lips were already moist, dripping, and her clit was hard. I nuzzled her pussy, licking all over, before focusing on her clit. I inserted one finger into her pussy, which drew a scream of bliss from her. I began to feel around the walls of her vagina and found a spot which seemed to turn her on the most. Her pussy was incredibly tight, but the wetness meant I was able to slide in a second finger and began to rub this spot, while continuing to lick her clit. After a few more minutes of this and continual screaming, her body shuddered, she writhed in ecstasy as she orgasmed, sweet juices, her vaginal nectar, spraying all over my face. I gladly accepted the fruits of her loins, savouring their exquisite taste.
She was breathing heavily, her bosom heaving up and down as she struggled to regain her breath. Once she had, I flipped her over, so her pussy was still by my face, but her face was now by my dick, which was still erect in anticipation. As she lay on top of my , I recommenced licking her pussy in the same way that had already driven her over the edge, but was now also able to use my other hand to caress her smooth ass. I kissed her bum a few times before returning to her vagina and then used one finger to slide into her anus. This seemed to bring her back to life as she immediately tensed up. Realising the pain I had caused her, I quickly withdrew this and instead just stroked bum, spanking it lightly occasionally and focused on her pussy.
She began to suck my cock again, she somehow seemed to be an expert now! The TV was still on in the background, illuminating the room, as we both orally pleasured one another while moaning in intoxication simultaneously.
“Stick…it in…me…now” she mumbled pausing after each word to gasp in pleasure and lick the tip of my dick.
I didn’t have to be told twice, and flipped her round again, this time such that I was on top of her.
I kissed her once more and whispered, “This might hurt a bit”
I guided my saliva-coated dick into her wet pussy. Despite the juices, it was still a difficult task. Being a virgin, her hymen was still intact and her vagina was incredibly tight. After a minute or so I reached a blockage. I didn’t want to inflict any pain on her but I knew I had to do this. I thrust hard, breaking her and she screamed in agony. My entire dick was now in her pussy and blood began to trickle down her leg.
“I’m sorry” I whispered
“It’s okay” she whispered back
I kissed her neck again, and slowly but surely began to pump my dick in and out of her. Every thrust, she would grimace in pain, but after the first few, the feeling of pain was replaced by pleasure as my dick touched all her sensitive spots inside her pussy.
“Fuckkkk” she said, moaning with elation, now enjoying me ravaging her pussy. I was now slamming into her hard, in a continual motion and her boobs were jiggling all over the place, bouncing insanely. Her pussy had got slightly looser and easier to slide in and out of as she produced more juices. My balls slapped against her bum as I fucked her raw.
After a few minutes of this, I picked her up in my arms and kissed her, before pinning her against the wall. I continued to fuck her hard, eliciting groans of jubilation from her. My abs were tensing up, tiring of the intense exercise I was committing to.
“Ahhhhh” she moaned as I felt her pussy clench my dick and juices gush over it as she came again!
I couldn’t take it any more
“I’m gonna cum” I managed to say, just as she recovered from her orgasm.
I put her down on the sofa and she fell to her knees on the floor in front of me. I rubbed my dick violently up and down, on the verge of one of the most intense orgasms ever. Finally, my balls tightened and I released several strands of thick, salty cum, all over her face and breasts. She managed to catch some of it with her mouth and swallowed it straight away. She appeared to be able to deal with the salty taste and licked the rest off her boobs and wiped her face with a tissue.
I collapsed onto the sofa, worn out from that amazing sexual experience. She lay down on top of me and we kissed once more. We cuddled together, naked, for the next few minutes.
Then, she withdrew from our close embrace, pulled her hair back behind her ears, showing me her entire face and looked me deep in my eyes.
“I love you,” she said.
“I love you too”
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Teaching Ashlie

My name is Gianna. I’m a 28 year old public relations agent from California and recently became extremely successful. I decided to move from my two-bedroom condo to an upscale house in Beverly Hills, and plans to sell my current digs just went underway yesterday. I agreed to meet my new real estate agent at my place after work this today. I was worried I would run late, so I handed the attractive older woman a copy of my key and told her if she arrived there before me she was welcome to have a look around. When I pulled into my driveway the next day around five o’clock there was already a new-model white Mustang parked in the street. It didn’t surprise me that she beat me there since I told her I would meet her at four, but what did catch me off guard was the type of car she apparently drove. A white Mustang seemed a little, well, young for this woman. But I shrugged it off, not thinking too much about it since after all, this is Cali, baby.
I got to my front door and realized it had been left unlocked. I inwardly frowned at that, but it seemed there was no harm done. Upon entering, I immediately regretted giving this woman a key.
My living room was a disaster. A bag of potato chips had been left open on the coffee table, surrounded by crumbs that had managed to get on the floor and couch as well, and my dog had his tongue in a bowl of french onion dip that sat beside it. Also on my antique wooden coffee table was a half-empty glass creating a ring due to the lack of a coaster, a stack of which was right next to it. The television was left on and some raunchy hip-hop video flashed across the screen. A large silver purse lay on its side on the floor, makeup and miscellaneous items spilling out of it. In the middle of the room sat a pair of expensive Manolo Blahnik heels that had just been carelessly tossed there. Then I smelled alcohol. I grabbed the glass and held it up to my nose. That bitch was drinking my expensive liquor, and she had the nerve to mix it with a neon orange energy drink.
I glared at the scene, fighting hard not to yell. She had seemed like such a mild-mannered, considerate lady and here she was treating my home like she was some teenager who’s parents were away for the weekend. I shut off the TV, pulled the bowl of dip away from the dog and brought it along with the bag of chips into the kitchen where I left them on the counter. Next I noticed the ketchup-spattered plate and bowl full of half-eaten cereal in the sink. Was this chick stoned? It seemed she had eaten her way through my house. I turned and stomped down the hall off the kitchen and began to follow the sound of water running. Oh no, she wasn’t seriously using my shower too, was she?
Yes she was, I learned as I walked through my bedroom to the master bathroom, the door of which had been left wide open, and saw the outline of a petite blonde through the clear glass shower door. I became confused. My real estate agent was certainly not a petite blonde. Then it dawned on me. This was her assistant in my shower.
I had met Ashlie briefly the day before. She was young, probably in her early twenties, and had just started the job. I remembered being quite attracted to her – she was just my type. Blonde, about 5’5, with a petite frame, a firm ass, and perky B cup breasts. She wore tight clothes that showcased it all and I really had to get a firm grip on my reins to not hit on her. If we weren’t in a professional business situation I would have pounced. And when I pounce, no one puts up a fight. Pardon me if I sound conceited, but I’m hot.
Maybe it’s just luck that I ended up being a tall, slender Italian babe, but I work it to perfection. I have long, sleek black hair, and I tan lightly to keep my olive skin tone even. I work out specifically to keep my ass firm and tight, and I have small but shapely breasts and long legs. Nobody says no to me.
Now what was she thinking doing this to my place? Why the hell was she here alone? And did she have any idea what I had in store for her?
I crossed my arms and leaned against the doorframe as I glared at Ashlie. She seemed to be enjoying my massaging showerhead. I cleared my throat and her head snapped up, looking at me through the glass like a deer in headlights. “Hello, Ashlie,” I said in a smooth, caramel tone.
“Um…oh my gawd, Gianna, I’m kind of naked right now,” was her reply.
That was the last straw. I marched over to that shower, my heels tapping angrily on the tile as I went, whipped the door open and slapped that little bitch right across the face. She stared up at me in horror and I slapped her again.
“Stop that!” she cried.
“Why should I?” I yelled. “Who the fuck do you think you are coming into my house and fucking it up like you have? What gives you the right to just make yourself at home, huh? You may live in a pigsty, but you don’t live HERE, toots. Now you fucking explain this to me right now!”
Ashlie’s expression changed to a pout. “I didn’t mean to make you mad, Gianna,” she began in the sweetest of tones, obviously about to try to charm herself out of trouble. “I was waiting with my boss and she had to leave for a family emergency. I got so bored that I just started looking for things to do…”
“Shut off the water,” I said, cutting her off.
“But…” she began.
“NOW,” I retorted firmly.
She did as I said and as soon as it was done I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her face to mine. I spat words in a venomous tone, “You are going to learn to treat other people’s property with respect.”
And with that, I yanked the sopping wet girl out of the shower and pulled her over to the sink.
“Bend over the sink,” I demanded, and she obeyed, whimpering slightly.
“Stop your whining, bitch,” I said, punctuating the last word with a swift, hard SMACK! on her right ass cheek. She cried out.
“Shut it! You’re not to make a peep, understand?” I gripped her hair tighter and pulled her head up to look at me. She nodded, and I continued with another SMACK! on her left cheek. She bit her lower lip to keep from yelping and I spanked her once more on each cheek. Then, using my fistful of her blonde locks to steer her, I turned her around to face me.
“Spread your legs,” I ordered.
She shook her head quickly, tears spilling out of her eyes.
“Stop your fucking crying and do as I say or you’ll really be sorry!”
Then she opened her legs a little.
“More!” I yelled.
She spread them more.
“Good girl,” I said with a smirk as I placed my hand over her hairless cunt. She whimpered as I rubbed it, then slid a finger between her pussy lips. She was fucking wet! And not because she’d been in the shower!
“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you, you little slut?” I asked, my face so close to hers I could smell her cotton candy lip gloss. She just stared at me with that deer in headlights look and I suddenly found myself extremely turned on. I loved to dominate and this little bitch deserved it.
“Get down on your knees,” I told her, letting go of her hair, and she immediately obeyed. “Now spread your legs and finger your pussy while you watch me undress.”
I stepped back and her hand went between her legs. Kneeling there on the floor, she gazed at me in awe as she rubbed her clit with her middle finger. I pulled off my ivory blazer and matching pants. I unbuttoned my green silk blouse and let it slide off my arms. Then I stood there in only black lace lingerie and gold heels. “Crawl over here and take my panties off,” I told her.
Quickly she scurried over on hands and knees and stopped in front of me. I turned around so my ass was right in her face and she gently grasped the strings holding my thong together and tugged it down until it pooled around my feet. I kicked it away and bent over. “Lick my pussy,” I demanded.
Again she obeyed, sticking her tongue right up into the folds of my smooth vagina. I moaned and reached back, grabbed the back of her head, and shoved her face into it. She moaned too. This hot little bitch loved it!
Grabbing a handful of her hair, I yanked her head back. “Now you’re going to lick my asshole.” I shoved her head into my luscious ass and again she began to lick away like it was her favorite thing in the world. Hell, maybe it was.
I made her eat out my ass for a good ten minutes before I told her to get up, go to the toilet, and bend herself over it, putting her ass in the air. I watched her do this, then went into my bedroom, and pulled out the shoe box of sex toys I kept hidden under my bed. I opened it and pulled out the strap-on and bottle of lube, then went back to the bathroom. Ashlie’s eyes widened when she saw the thick pink dildo strapped around my hips.
I walked over to her, standing beside her so the cock was right in front of her face. Then I squirted lube in my hand and she watched as I rubbed it all over the rubber dong. She licked her lips as it bounced in front of her face. “You want to suck it?” I asked, and she nodded enthusiastically. “Too bad,” I said with a smirk.
I moved behind her and dribbled the cold lube between her ass cheeks. She shivered slightly, then I dropped the bottle to the floor. As I rubbed the lube into her hole, I realized it wasn’t quite as tight and puckered as assholes usually are. I raised a brow. “Ashlie, did someone already fuck you in the ass today?”
She nodded.
“Who?” I asked.
“Mrs. Reed,” she replied.
“Mrs. Reed? Your boss?” I asked her, incredulousness tainting my voice. “You kinky little bitch!”
Then she giggled. I spanked her hard on the ass and made her yelp. “I didn’t give you permission to laugh.”
“I’m sorry, Gianna,” she said in a pathetic whiney tone.
“Shut up,” I said, and rammed the big rubber cock up her ass, making her scream.
I pounded her until her screams became moans and fuck yeahs. Then I stopped suddenly and let the cock slide out of her ass. “Turn around and sit on the toilet,” I said.
As soon as she sat, I gave her a slap across the face. “You’re going to suck this dick.”
Without missing a beat, she had my dong in her mouth and bobbed her head on it like a pro. I grabbed her by the hair and helped her shove it down her throat until she pulled back and violently gasped for air, a string of saliva following.
Still holding her hair, I stepped back and pulled her off the toilet and onto the floor. I pulled off the strap-on and shoved her face between my legs. “Eat me until I cum.”
And eat me she did. That girl’s got quite a talented tongue on her. She really went for it. I was up against the sink with her head wedged between my thighs and her tongue darting all over my pussy for only a few minutes before I came and my girl juice spattered all over her mouth and chin. After that, she pulled away, gasping, and I gave her another slap.
“Are you ever going to disrespect someone like that again, Ashlie?”
She shook her head. “No, Miss Gianna. I promise.”
“Good. Now get up and bend over for me one last time.”
She did as I said, leaning forward to grab her ankles. Grabbing her left hip with one hand, I used the other to spank her repeatedly until her ass was bright red. When I was finished, I dismissed her.
“Clean up your mess, leave the key on the kitchen table, and don’t say another word to me. Tell your boss I’ll be using another agency.”
Ashlie nodded and stood up. She began to clean as I hopped in the shower and by the time I was out, my place was sparkling. She even put away the strap-on and made sure the door was locked before she left.

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Gabby 4
I awoke to the faint smell of cum and a few stains on the pillow. My entire body ached at the events of the past night, and I was still sticky in places. I stretched on the floor, yawning, and sat up. The table had been folded up and put away, as had the chairs. Tim was nowhere to be found. I walked upstairs looking for him. Nothing.
I ran water for a shower and stepped in. Steam started rising almost immediately, but the warmth felt good. I washed the cum off of myself and out of my hair, my fingers wandering as I thought of the night before. I started to rub my clit, but stopped myself. Better save it for Tim.
I finished quickly and dried myself in front of the mirror, looking at my body. Already it seemed like I’d begun to mature. I looked a bit leaner, harder, I wasn’t sure. I stood up straight and turned sideways, looking at the slim profile of my breasts. They looked bigger somehow, as though my sexual revolution had kicked my feminine aspects into high gear.
My pussy, it looked great, much better than with all the hair down there. I rubbed my lips. Dear god it felt good, still, better wait. I walked out the bathroom door and downstairs about the time he came in. He had a bag in his hands, but he put it down and grabbed my hair, pulling me close. I gave in to his touch as he grabbed my breasts firmly and smelled the back of my neck.
“Mmm, you showered, good girl. Face away from me and bend at the waist, grabbing your ankles.” I slowly did as he told me, allowing him to take in the sight of me. “Good, just wanted a look,” he told me, slapping me on the ass. He grabbed the bag and went upstairs.
I followed him up and knelt by his bed while he straightened things up in his room. After several minutes, he pulled something out of the bag. It was a leather collar, reinforced on the inside with steel wiring. He fastened it to my neck so that there was a D-ring in the front and one on either side, and slapped a padlock on the back.
“Put this on,” he commanded, tossing me a skimpy mass of fabric. I untangled it to see what it was. It was an absolutely miniscule black bikini. I slipped it on, and looked down at my body. The top was very tight, even my breasts strained against it and tied off in bows at my neck and back. Little triangles just barely covered my small nipples. The fabric was thin so anyone and everyone would see if my nipples were hard. The bottom was a black thong that just covered my now bare pussy.
“Thong bottoms aren’t allowed at the pool master,” I told him.
“I know, that’s why you can wear these.” He tossed me white shorts that were so thin you could almost see through them already. They were also extremely short, letting some of my ass hang out anyways. Once they got wet, it’d be like I was wearing nothing at all. I put my hair in a pony tail, realizing for the first time that I wore my collar. It would attract some stares, no doubt, but probably no more than my body was already going to draw.
We got in his car; the pool was a short 5 minute drive away. When we got there, there it was full, but not crowded as it wasn’t all that warm. I walked up to the counter and paid the cashier who made absolutely no effort to not stare at my tits. I stood there and let him for a few seconds before passing through the girl’s bathroom to the pool area.
Every adolescent boy in attendance stared, it seemed as I walked with Tim to a spot on the grass and set down my towel. He told me to immediately jump in the water and get my shorts wet. I walked over to the diving board and waited in line. I could hear guys whispering as they came up behind me.
Finally it was my turn. I stepped up and after a moments pause, did a simple little dive into the pool. I could feel everyone watching me as I swam to the edge, and the image I’d be presenting with the shorts I wore crept into my mind. I took a deep breath and climbed out of the pool.
It seemed like there was an audible gasp from everyone there as they got an almost unblocked view of my ass. Turning red, I walked around the pool back to my towel. I laid down to tan for a bit as my brother went off to swim. I figured it was safe enough to undo my top so I didn’t get any lines. Its not like it covered much anyways.
After about fifteen minutes, I felt someone poke me in the back, and felt a few droplets. I looked up to see a smiling boy of about 4 years old looking at me. I smiled back and leaned up to look. Who cares if he got a look at my boobs. “Hey there,” I said with a smile. “What’s up?” He took a step back and didn’t answer. I leaned up further, “What’s a matter, shy?” He nodded. “It’s ok, I won’t bite,” I told him, leaning up further. He walked up closer, then with a shout and a laugh, grabbed my top and scurried off with it.
I laid there for a minute, flush in the face and looked to my brother. “Well, you better go get it,” he said with a laugh.
I got up and wandered after the kid, covering myself with both hands. When I finally caught up with him, he was playing with a toy truck in front of a guy that looked to be about 20. The top was sitting on the ground in front of him.
“I guess this is yours,” he told me, grabbing it and walking over to me. I nodded, blushing. He held it far above my small frame. “You can have it if you can get it.” I jumped and flailed with one hand, but he was too tall. I turned redder, realizing what he was doing, and how much he was enjoying himself.
“Tell you what, I’ll be a little nicer,” he said, walking over to a nearby tree and tying it to a branch that hung a foot above my head. I walked over and tried to pry it free, but he’d tied it tight. I fumbled with the knot for a few minutes with my fingers, then the realization came. I’d need to use both hands. I gave a quick look around, about 20 people were looking while trying not to. I just took a deep breath and reached up, exposing my breasts for anyone that wanted to see, and see people did. It seemed like hours that I fumbled at the knots. He’d tied it tight. Finally, after it seemed everyone in the pool had gotten a look, I got it undone and tied it on.
I walked over to find my brother, but was shoved hard into the pool before I could see him. Furious, I looked up to see who’d shoved me. “Let’s get ready to go,” Tim said. I climbed out once more and walked over to my towel, wrapping it around my dripping body.
Once covered, Tim grabbed my hair and pulled me back. “Strip slut,” he commanded. Still well aware that I was being watched, I reached down and slid my panties and shorts down my legs. I was positive I’d flashed at least a few people a view of my pussy and ass. Next I untied the bikini and let it fall to the ground. Tim grabbed the back of the towel and guided me out. Once we were in the parking lot, he jerked quickly and pulled the towel off me, leaving me completely naked. I group of five teenage guys gawked as I ran to the car. He took his sweet time walking over, prolonging my embarrassment, and even longer laughing at me from the confines of the car before he let me in.
“Don’t you dare cover yourself,” he told me as we drove home. I rested my hands behind my head on the seat. It had a very flattering effect on my breasts making them even perkier than they already were. He rewarded me by grabbing them as he pleased on the way home.
I got out of the car and headed towards the house while he grabbed his stuff from the back seat. “Don’t forget your towel,” he called. I hurried my naked self back and leaned in the open window. The sound of the window closing pierced the air, and I hurried to get out of the way. I managed to get everything but my head and arms out before I was stuck. I reached frantically for the button on my door, but he’d locked me out.
He got out of the car and walked around, cupping my breasts in both hands. I arched my back at the sensation of excitement and helplessness that came with his touch. After a few moments, his hands slid off and I heard his footsteps disappear. He’d left me nude, exposed and helpless outside.
I tried to wiggle out of the trap, but that only caused the window to dig into my skin. I could almost reach the other door, but it would do no good, the car wasn’t on. Maybe half an hour later, my brother came back outside and set a book down on the driver’s seat. On the book, he placed a digital camera on a tripod. My digital camera. He turned it on. Frantically, I tried to cover myself, but was blocked by the window.
“Smile,” he told me evilly, before the smacks came. I grunted loudly as his hand slapped my ass and grabbed hard. I tried to move, but no matter what I couldn’t escape his hand. My ass was no doubt, bright red, and very sore by the time he finished the fifteenth whack. The camera, which had captured a large range of faces, now got to see ecstasy as his cock slid into my pussy. I wasn’t sure if it could see him fucking me, but it sure as hell got the look on my face. He fucked me hard, harder than he had before, so that the window dug painfully into my skin with each movement, but I didn’t care. The pleasure at his hard cock sliding in and out of me, and at my total submission was overwhelming.
I forgot myself and just started screaming with every thrust. “Oh, god, yes! Fuck, that’s so good! Harder!” I was so caught up in the moment, I came, hard and without warning. My pussy squeezed his dick with all it had, as he continued to thrust harder and deeper. I thought it was never going to end as each wave of pleasure sent me higher and higher. Finally my knees went week and my body sagged against my confines. I could still feel his cock inside me.
“Did you cum master?”
“No.”
“May I make you cum?”
“Tell the camera how you want to do it.”
“I want to suck you dry master,” I told the camera. “I want to use my mouth to pleasure you.”
“Where can I cum?”
“All over my face, anywhere.”
“Good slut.” He freed me and grabbed the camera. Realizing my soreness for the first time, I rubbed the red lines where the window had dug in. Upon walking into the house, I lowered myself to my knees and waited for his instructions. He pulled me over in front of the couch and sat down, spreading his legs.
“Please master, may I suck you,” I told the camera. “Please may I use my mouth to pleasure your cock?” He nodded and I moved down, his hand grabbed a handful of hair and pulled me down quicker while the other filmed my work from the side.
After the fucking he’d just given me, it didn’t take much work of my tongue and lips to get him close. He was moaning before long, and the camera was shaking with every downward thrust I made. Finally he stood and pulled out. I jerked him until I felt it start to swell. I shut my eyes and opened my mouth wide, hoping to catch the taste of some. I was disappointed initially as rope after rope of warm white cum streaked across my face, however as his orgasm began to wind down, a few droplets made it into my mouth. I relished the taste as he continued filming. When I could feel no more, I opened my eyes to see the camera directly in front of me. He was now snapping pictures. I smiled, always looking directly into the camera.
“Perfect,” he told me.
“What are you going to do with them?” I asked him.
“I’m not sure yet,” he smiled, “I guess that’s up to you.” He moved back and was now snapping full body shots. I shifted so that he could get everything, my breasts, cum covered face and shaved pussy in the shot.
When he was done, he brought the camera to his computer to upload the shots and video he’d taken while I knelt still covered in cum. I rubbed myself lightly as I saw him go through the pictures, one by one. I looked so slutty, taking it in the mouth and on the face. I found that I liked it.
My eyes widened with shock as he took one of the pictures, a side view with his cock about halfway in my mouth, and made it the background.
“What if mom and dad see?”
“They won’t, they’re never in here. I just want to remind you of your place.”
“Yes master.” I stared at the floor. Much of the cum by now had dripped down to my breasts, creating a sort of oiled up image I thought was flattering.
I cleaned up, licking what I could of the cum off my fingertips and went downstairs. My brother and I sat there watching TV for a while, him sitting on the couch, and myself kneeling in between his legs. Every so often he would reach down to grab my breasts.
After an hour or so, the doorbell rang. “I’ll get it,” I instinctively called out, and before realizing my situation, opened the door.
“Hey, I’m here for my tu…oh,” Brandon’s face turned red.
“Oh shit,” I swore, Brandon had passed Trigonometry, but only barely. I promised I’d tutor him. I wasn’t particularly smart, but his parents practically begged me, plus he was cute, even at 14.
“It’s ok,” I said as he turned red and started to back away, “come on in.” I hauled him inside and shut the door. “This is a studying technique,” I tried to explain away my nudity. He didn’t argue. Tim had at some point retreated back upstairs so I invited Brandon to come sit on the couch.
With nothing else to do, we got out his books, and I started to teach him. At first he was very distracted by my nudity, so I decided to use it to my advantage. I laid on the floor on my stomach and handed him a washable marker. I told him he could start by doing practice problems one through four on my back.
“If you get them right, I’ll roll over and you can finish six through ten on the front,” I told him. He opened his book and binder and got to work. I gave him a few tips and pointers, but he concentrated on his work for the most part. I giggled as the cool marker touched me, and thought about how much Brandon must be enjoying this. After several minutes, I grabbed the book and had him read his answers off to me.
As I listened, I noticed a pair of handcuffs was still sitting haphazardly underneath the coffee table. I made a mental note for later. As he read the last one, I realized they had all been right. True to my word, I rolled over onto my back and laid down. I giggled again as he started just below my right boob, and watched him work. As he got further he ran out of room.
“Just go down a leg,” I told him. “Oh jesus,” I breathed as the marker touched my inner thigh, mere inches from my pussy. It was utter torture with him writing on me, just inches from my by now dripping pussy. I turned red from embarrassment, but didn’t move for fear of messing him up.
“All done,” he said what seemed like hours later. I looked down, squinting to read the bits written on my leg. They were all correct again.
“What do I get this time?”
It didn’t take me long to think. I grabbed the cuffs from underneath the coffee table and cuffed my hands behind my back. I moved up and straddled him, forcing my tits into his face. He kissed me between them, then slowly licked his way to my nipples. I arched my back even more as he licked, then without warning, his hand shot to my dripping pussy. I yelped with surprise and pleasure as he slid first his middle, then his ring finger in. I fucked his hand before several minutes, before he slid it out and forced his fingers between my lips.
Like I was giving the worlds greatest blowjob, I licked them dry. Eventually, he worked his cock out through the fly in his pants and gestured to me. I knew what to do, positioning myself over him, then slowly lowering down.
I moaned as he penetrated me, and continued sliding until he was in nice and deep. He sat there, leaning up against the couch while I moved up and down, just watching me pleasure him. It made me feel like such a little slut, to have him leering at my bouncing tits and shaved pussy while I gave him exactly what he wanted.
“Oh, swivel your hips a bit more, just like that…oh yeah,” he told me exactly how he wanted to be fucked, and I moaned, happy to follow his every command. Every so often his hands would slide their way up from my hips to my breasts, grabbing, kneading and squeezing, and I would oblige him by arching my back, getting them as close to him as possible.
He pressed his fingers to my lips once more, and I made my best slut face before parting them and taking them as deep as I could. That seemed to push him over the edge as he guided me in a shorter, faster rhythm with the other hand. Knowing he was close charged me in a way I cannot describe, and I started moaning with every swivel.
Finally he grabbed my tits, hard and pulled me down. The look on his face said it all. Even though I couldn’t really feel it, the thought of warm cum filling my pussy brought me to a small orgasm of my own. My pussy clenched on his dick, squeezing out every last drop. Several seconds went by and he just lay there happily, taking in the sight of a restrained girl still sitting on his rapidly softening cock.
“I expect the same effort out of you next week,” I said, sliding off him. He smiled, cleaned himself and dressed, leaving me alone and still cuffed. I wandered off in search of my brother, and some keys.

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