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Sex With My Broken Heart

Sex With My Broken Heart
My nails strum your back transmitting chills round your skin
My lips burn yours sending throughout your body absolute lust
Something cold in my clawing nails makes this feel like a sin
You can’t help but feel as if there is something absent in my flawless thrust
I barely speak a word during our blistering entanglement
Still your itch tells you to pursue deeper into my flesh
Even though this heat I exhibit seems cold and vacant
You care not the emotion I cloak, as long as you get your rush
So I hide into myself and allow you to persist
You feel me as if I am ice and not a torrid fountain of yearning
You are damned in your high and venture on with out resist
Slowly a thought impregnates your brain and you begin learning
Not in love with you will I fall
I am exploiting your molestations as a band-aid
I am wounded and you are the first to kiss better it all
I do not want proclamations of adoration to be said
Have sex with my broken heart and forget that I am in pain
Just for tonight fuck me like it will save my soul
Perhaps by morning this ache will finally be slain
And when we part ways, stories of this night will never be told

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A Tasty Dinner

They were two really sweet college girls who were about to live a horror they would never believe.

Poor Lucy

Lucy was only seven years old. I had picked her out almost immediately, she was the prettiest kid with the most possible-potential. With her long, brunette locks and her big, mossy-green eyes, she seemed also perfect. Not only was she beautiful, she had the tiniest, most fragile body i’d ever seen in a child, making the experience more thrilling.
I was dropping my son, Jake, off at school. He was in the same class as Lucy, and when i asked him of her, he said she was quiet but was really sweet. I had the feeling Jake had a crush on Lucy, but that didnt stop me.
I stood in the playground amongst the other parents, waiting for Jake. I saw Jake emerge from the schools heavy wooden doors and run over to me. I also saw Lucy, sitting on a bench near the wendy-house, obviously waiting for her mother. I saw the perfect oppurtunity.
“Jake,” I said, managing to take my eyes away from Lucy. “You’re staying with your mother tonight. I have a lot of work to do for my big presentation tomorrow, okay?”
He looked down, obviously upset. “Okay,” he mumbled. I put my hand on his shoulder and walked him to the car. I got in the drivers seat and drove him as fast as i could to his mothers house. When i got to the door i said “Sorry, Jane. Is it okay if he stays here tonight? I have a lot of work to do.”
She was clearly pissed. She sighed, “Come in Jake. This better not happen again, Robert. They shouldnt have split custody, i knew you would do this all the time.”
I apologised and told Jake i’d drop him off at school in the morning. He hugged me and i got back in my car, not wanting to waste a second. I drove off, dirty thoughts of Lucy whirring round my brain.
When i got to the playground, it was empty aside from Lucy, still by the wendy-house. I was shocked that a teacher hadnt been concerned. Still, i got out of my car and walked over to her. When i got to her, i crouched down to her level. “Hey, is everything okay?”
She looked up at me with her tear-soaked eyes. “My daddy didnt come for me…he’s always late!” She said, through new sobs.
I rubbed her arm softly. “Aw, honey. Its okay…” I said, comfortingly. “Hey, why dont you tell me where you live and ill drop you off, huh?”
She looked at me hesitantly. “No, its okay…Im sure daddy will be here soon…”
I wasnt about to give in that easily. This could be my only chance. “I tell you what, we can stop by the sweetie store on our way back…”
Her eyes lit up. Worked like a charm, just as i suspected. “…Okay,” she sniffed. She got up and took my hand as i led her back to my car. She got in the back seat and when she was seated, i slyly locked the doors. I started to drive out, and she told me where she lived. It wasnt too far from my street.
When Lucy saw i drove past her street, she started to panic. I said soothingly “Shh, sweety…its okay. Your daddy told me he was going to wait at my house.” She seemed unsure, but eventually bought it. I pulled into my drive and got out of the car. I walked around to her door and took her hand as we walked up the front steps. I unlocked the door and we went inside.
“You can take off your coat if you like, your daddy will be about a half hour getting here.” As she was unzipping her coat, the zip got stuck. I helped her get it off, and when it finally budged, i slid it off her shoulders. I saw her little chest under her white t-shirt. I rubbed her back and told her she could go upstairs into my room and i would bring her some of Jakes toys to play with while she waited. She nodded her head and i watched her tight little ass walk up the stairs. I walked up right behind her and when we got into my bedroom i locked the door. She asked what i was doing and i told her it was okay, it was for protection from the bad guys. I told her to sit on my bed and i sat next to her, rubbing her back. My hand slowly went down to her bottom. She cringed.
“Daddy said no one’s allowed to touch me there.” I told her her daddy meant anyone but me. She didnt buy it and tried to get away. Silly Lucy. I grabbed her and flung her onto the bed. She started to cry. I told her to shut up and slapped her across the face, making her howl. I grabbed her by the neck and watched her face go red, my other hand frantically ripping her clothes off. I ripped down the seam of her little blue jeans and tore off her white t-shirt. All that was left were her tiny blue panties, which came off easily. I stared at her for a minute, my cock suddenly hardening at the sight of her tight, bald pussy. I let go of her neck and flicked her nipples, squeezing and tweaking them. She cried out in pain, my erection all the while getting harder.
“Shh, its okay sweety…dont worry…shh.” I hushed her. I kissed her on her little titties and kissed down her belly till i got to her pussy. She wasnt wet, but i licked her anyway. She stopped sobbing, but begged me to stop. I told her “No,” and continued licking. She started moaning, then realised what she was doing and tried to cry out. I got her little panties and gagged her before continuing to lick her. I could hear her moan through the panties.
“Yeah, thats right honey. Doesnt that feel good, you little slut?” I slapped her thigh, making her flinch. She still nodded. “Yeah…now you’re going to suck my dick…do you know what a dick is, sweety?” She shook her head. “I’ll show you…” I got out my cock and started to rub the shaft. I took the panties from her mouth and shoved my dick in, making her choke and splutter.
“NO!” she tried to scream through gagging, but i just shoved it in further. I told her to lick the top of it and she did it, not wanting me to hit her again. I felt myself about to cum so i shoved her away. I picked her up by the armpits and threw her onto the floor, knocking the wind out of her lungs. I lay her on her back and put the tip of my cock to her tight little pussy. I lay on top of her, almost crushing her. I shoved my cock in, making her scream in agony. I covered her mouth with my hand and rammed her, blood pouring onto my cock. I never expected so much blood. “Oh, yeah…yeah baby. Im going to pound you…fuck yeah!” I shouted over her screams. The excitement of fucking such a tight pussy made me want to cum inside of her. I started to quicken my pace, until my cum exploded inside of her. I pulled myself out of her and dropped down next to her. I propped myself up on my elbow and watched her sob.
“Come on, ” i said, picking her up. I took her through to Jakes room and got her out some clothes for her to put on. When she was dressed i took her downstairs and put her coat on her, not caring about wiping the blood off her pussy. I handed her her school bag and took her out of the door. I picked her up and wrapped her legs around my waist while we walked to the car. I lay her down in the backseat and drove away to the bad side of the town. I stopped by a graffetti filled alley and dropped her into the alley. She started crying again, asking why i was leaving her. “I have no further use of you” I shrugged, before driving away home to clean up the mess.

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Daddy’s Favorite

This is a story I wrote about my 21 year old friend Angie, who wants her daddy and she knows her daddy wants her too…so I hope you like it!

The Boy next door -2

Well i hope the first chapter wasnt that bad. i hope you guys enjoy this one as well. im planning on become an author. Heres a lil fact about me. i have been wrighting stories since i was 9. fun huh? well to me it was.

Beyond the Limit

A beautiful company employee needs to find a glitch in a virtual reality super-computer. She encounters a lot more than electronic circuits!

Bouncing Bella – part 3

3
BELLA
I hated him so much. Nothing about any of this was ok or alright but how was it my fault it felt good. I was packing everything up. Chrissy was finishing off her sandcastle and dad was still standing in the water. 
After sitting down and crying then getting angry and then crying again I jumped up and grabbed the first esky then headed up towards the car. It was about 10 minutes to get up the sand and down the path to the car park. I needed this time to think. I knew I could not be near dad while he drank. And what made me pack beers today. Why would I do it. First of all I didn’t think anything like this would happen outside in public. 
Once I dropped it in the car I headed back to grab the other one. Chrissy was heading into the water towards dad when I got back. I figured she was having a swim cos she knew we were leaving soon. 
I grabbed the second esky and headed back up to the car muttering to myself how it wouldn’t hurt dad to help. I dropped it in the boot and sat down to catch my breath before seeing the shower block. I jumped up and headed over. I needed to wash this day away. 
BILL
The alcohol was still pumping through me. My cock was hard. Yes I had crossed a line days ago but this was a whole other line. In my mind was a battle right now. 
Bella wasn’t anywhere to be seen. I was on my knees in the water. It wasn’t deep. The water only came up to my belly button. Chrissy was sitting on her bum in the water in front of me. The water came to her chest. She pulled her bathers down her arms then i watched her hand disappear as she pulled them down her belly and over her little bottom. I reached forward and pulled them down her legs faster than I meant. The water was still today but I couldn’t see under the water very well. Part of me thought this was probably a good thing but another part of me wanted to see. 
My breathing was getting heavy I was trying to calm down before she noticed I was acting strangely. 
I had to snap out of this. I had to get out of here. 
“honey maybe daddy should just carry you to the showers and you can wash off there. Maybe bella can help you” I smiled at her trying to get across how that was a much better idea. 
“but daddy” she squealed “its hurting now and it takes ages to get back to the shower and car” now she looked like she was going to cry. 
” okay okay honey show me where it hurts the most then you can go and start washing in all off”
She nodded and began the riggle with her hands under the water.  Then she stood and moved forward until the water only came up just above her knees. First she moved her legs apart and pointed to the top of her thighs. “in here daddy” she moved closer ” up In here. Right at that moment I had a clear view of her tiny hairless pussy. So small. So delicate. 
I couldn’t turn away. I knew I had to but i couldn’t. I started to reach up. I don’t know what I was planning on doing. But before I could get anywhere she quickly spun around. 
“and in here” her hand spread apart her arse cheeks. I could see the sand. I could wipe it away. My finger would wipe across her tiny arse hole. 
“ok darlin go sit back down over there in the water and wash it off” I had to get her to move away. My cock was hard. Chrissy nodded and moved back to where she had been and resumed her original position sitting in the water. 
“I can’t daddy. When I move the sand all gets in worse” she stood up completely naked and walked past me again until the water was her waist where he stood. Now standing behind me and shielded by me from the beach. 
She started moving around again I just sat there watching I moved back away from her abit until I could sit and still have the water cover the bottom of me so Chrissy wouldnt see my hard on. 
She turned back around and yelled back to me “you said you would help me dadddddyy” I knew I couldn’t go to her. 
“it’s okay darlin you can do it you’re a big girl” as I said these words my hand found the waist band of my shorts and i grabbed my cock and stroked it slowly. I must have closed my eyes because next minutes Chrissy right there “what are you doing daddy” she started at me quizzically. From where she was standing with the help of the murky water all Chrissy could see was my hand in my shorts “do ou have sand stuck tooooo daddy” all I could do was nod but I didn’t move my hand. 
“look daddy here comes Bella” I turned and saw Bella as she spotted Chrissy standing naked in the water. Then her walked turned to a run. I smiled but didn’t remove my hand. Chrissy was safe from this monster I had become for another day. I had already crossed this line with Bella. Yet hadn’t crossed the worst yet. I still had enough fucked up reasoning in me. Bella was here to save her sister. I smiled to myself as she stormed towards me. 
BELLA
I thought once I had gotten out of the shower dad and Chrissy would be at the car waiting but they werent. I didn’t want to walk back down the beach after I showered so I waited a few more minutes then realized they weren’t coming so I headed back down the path towards the beach to hurry them up. 
As I got to the edge of the sand I started scanning the beach. There. Dad was still in the water and I could just make out Chrissy standing away from him. As I got down closer to the water i spotted Chrissy walking back over to dad i was just close enough to make them out. I could see most of Chrissy standing up and she was naked. At that moment dad looked up and me and I started to run. Why was Chrissy naked with him. What had he done. This was all my fault. I should never have left her alone with him. 
I was still running as I hit the water
“what are you doing” I screamed at him “why are her swimmers off” 
Chrissy was staring at me. She looked scared. I saw red and stared at our father accusingly then Chrissy tugged on my arm “daddy said I could take it off to wash the sand out because the shower is to far away.” I turned back to dad and noticed one of his hands was down his shorts. His arm was moving slightly in the water, he was jerking off. I looked back up at his face. He was smirking at me. 
“Chrissy” I said smiling at her trying to sound calm and happy. I didn’t want to scare her “it’s ok you go over and wash off I’ll stay here and wait for you” She nodded and started to head away from us into deeper water. As soon as she was out of ear shot I grabbed her swimmers from dad and glared at him “what the fuck are you doing. What you did and still do to me is disgusting. Don’t you ever ever lay a single fucking finger on her” I screamed  in his face. Chrissy was far enough away with the wind and water she could not hear this. I was so angry. When dad spoke he was still slurring a bit. “don’t you ever speak to me like that again young lady” he spat at me one hand still in his shorts still moving. Going faster it seemed. 
“I didn’t touch her, I was admiring” he smirked. I felt sick. I was still standing near him. He grabbed my arm and pulled me down into the water. His expression turned from the smirk to anger. “if your so worried about your baby sister who might I add is as much my property as you, you can get in here and help your daddy out”, i pulled away from him “get off me” I squealed. 
“fine” he pushed me off him but didnt let go i glared at him and his smirk returned “go wait in the car Bella baby. I’ll call Chrissy up and we’ll be up once I’ve helped her get all clean. Like I helped you earlier. If I remember correctly you rather enjoyed that” his hand moved to my thigh and he squeezed hard pulling me back towards him. 
I looked off over at Chrissy just as she turned and waved all smiling and happy. I forced myself to put on a big smile and waved back. I couldn’t let anything happen to her. I had to be her protector now. I turned back towards dad. 
I looked at this man who was meant to protect me and care for me. I hoped he could see the hate in my eyes as I sat down. He knew as long as I would protect Chrissy he would win. 
BILL
I was out of control. I knew that. But to be completely honest if Bella had not come over when she had I don’t know what I would have done to Chrissy. 
I pulled Bella down to my lap hard. I know she felt my hard cock because I heard her squeal as it stabbed at her pussy hole through her bikini bottoms. I didn’t waste any time I started to grind her slowly back and forth over my cock. Not moving too much because I could see Chrissy looking over a little confused to why Bella was on my lap again. I waved and yelled out to her to go a little deeper and wash off like she was meant to be doing. She nodded and moved even further away. That was my queue to moved Bella a little faster. 
I pulled at her thighs to spread them apart over my legs. Then leant in close to her ear. I started to kiss along her neck line. 
“why do you keep doing this daddy” Bella whispered I could hear the tears in her voice. 
That word, daddy, had the opposite affect on me in my current state than it should have. I moved both hands further up her thighs while still grinding her over my rock hard cockI rubbed one hand over her pussy with only her bikini bottoms between my hand and what I wanted. I leant in close to her ear to answer her question “daddy does this because he can princess. And because I know there’s a part of you that wants this. I’ve watched you and you love it. And I know you don’t want daddy to have to look somewhere else do you, I know you want to protect the ones you love. Don’t you Bella” I hadnt stopped moving her back and forth nor had I stopped rubbing her. I heard her start to cry. It made me push harder. 
I felt her give up on that small bit of hope she had that kept her fighting against me even when it didn’t work. It made me move faster.
I felt her go slack as if saying just do what you want. I guess she just wanted it over with. But it made me want it more. I had seen her enjoy things I had done. And now I needed that to justify what I was doing. 
I looked up to check where Chrissy was. I caught her quickly turn back away from us. She wasn’t looking so I went ahead. I wrapped one arm around Bella’s waist holding her arms against her sides pushing her down against me hard and started pushing up into her as I rubbed up against her. My other hand was still rubbing her pussy but seeing as she wasn’t going anywhere I pushed my hand up under her bikini bottoms and rubbed fast and hard at her clit. She was slimy and wet. My finger slipped in between her lips with ease and I felt her draw in a breath i kept it all and rubbed up and down faster and faster. Her breathing became rapid. Short. I could feel her pushing back on to me and up to meet my fingers. I knew not to say anything. I couldn’t break this spell she seemed under. Now I had my reason.  I was not in the wrong she wanted this. 
I became greedy. I wanted more. I pushed my finger inside her tight pussy. Not stopping for a second just going straight for hard fast finger fucking. 
Her head arched back. She let out a loud moan and I feel her cum over my fingers and hand before feeling it wash away again with the water. 
She dropped her head then and the tears really started to come. I looked up. Chrissy was turned looking off to the side. Had she been watching. What did she think was happening. 
Now Bella was trying to pull her legs back together. My hand was still between them. 
I use that hand to move her bottoms down a bit and to the side and place my hard cock against her pussy and continue rubbing her back and forth over me. Bella stops fighting me and shivers occasionally. I get bold and starts to go harder, faster until the head of my cock is starting to try and enter her cunt whole. Just the thought of this makes me cum and as I do I reached up to Bella one hand gripping her hair and pulling her head back to me violently while the other I place in the side of her face and push my fingers in between her lips feeling her tongue brush over it. I feel the wetness of her cheek. I can still feel the tears falling down her face. I pull her harder back into me and I whisper in her ear as I let out one last groan “daddy loves you”
BELLA
My entire body shivers with pleasure and cramps up with horrible sickening feelings at the same time. We are in our way home now. Dad is sober and therefore acting strange not really talking or looking at anyone. He looks sad and I start to feel guilt when I realize he does not deserve any sympathy. 
Chrissy kept trying to talk to dad but was only getting one word responses. “daddy why was Bella on your knee again. We’re you bouncing her again. Cos you never bounce me” 
I looked up waiting to hear a response to this. He said nothing. 
I turned to Chrissy “daddy was just a bit lonely and needed a cuddle. Next time daddy is lonely you can be the one to cuddle him ok.” I hoped she didn’t ask any more questions. I looked at dad. He had a sad smile on his lips. Though I don’t understand what he could be smiling at. 
After an hour or so of driving Chrissy fell asleep. I kept wanting I try and talk to dad while he was sober but I didn’t know how to begin. 
“ah dad?” he looked at me.  I opened me mouth but he just shook his head. 
“I’m sorry” he mumbled ad gave my leg a soft squeeze. I couldn’t reply. I wanted him to know sorry wasn’t enough but I was tired. I fell asleep before I could say anything. And when I woke next dad was laying me onto my bed. I jumped startled at seeing him leaning over me while I slept. He jumped back mumbled more apologies and left as quick as he could. I guess I fell back asleep. 
I dreamt that night that dad had come into my room while I slept. And when I woke I found myself naked from the waist down with my legs spread really wide and he was finger fucking me. He kept saying sorry over and over and over again his hand moving faster and faster and faster until I finally woke up sweating breathing heavy. I sat up turned my lamp on and looked around my room. My door was shut. No light coming from underneath it. I was still in my bathers and sundress I fell asleep in so I got up and stripped off. Grabbing a pair or undies and a singlet I started to get dress again. I slipped the panties up and as I did my hand rubbed against my pussy. I was wet. Not just a little but dripping. I grabbed some tissues and wiped myself then chucked my clothes on and jumped back into bed. 
I lay there a while thinking about my dream. My hand drifting back towards my pussy. I was wet again. My fingers slid up and over my clit down around my arse hole with ease. I kicked my blankets off and lay down flat on my bed. Legs as far apart as I can physically manage. One hand down the front of my panties going wild on my pussy. The other hand squeezing my breast hard. Rubbing the nipple. I was bucking my hips up to my hand and I know I was making a little noise. 
My fingers swiftly darting over my clit the down my dripping wet pussy lips towards my tight arsehole where I push softly before moving back up and pushing my index finger inside myself as far as u can then back up to my clit. I arch my back and close my eyes. I become lost in it all. All I can feel is myself. Im so close to orgasm its feels amazing and I feel my panties move down giving me even more access to my own wet pussy lips. It feels like nothing I’ve ever felt before. I push inside with 2 fingers hard then out and back in faster and faster. I plant my feet firmly on the bed and lift my arse up in the air now rubbing wildly on myself. I start to really let go. I can feel it coming. I can’t even tell if I’m loud or not at the moment. Right as I feel the explosion of pleasure ripple thru me I drop me body back down flat on the bed. Still not opening my eyes. I move my hand back to my clit and touch it lightly. I jump at my own touch. It’s so sensitive. I move my hand away and smile to myself. 
Then I feel the weight in the bed change. My eyes snap open. First thing I notice is my door is now open. Dad is sitting right in between my legs.i can’t close them. My undies are in his hand. As if sensing me he lifts them to his nose and inhales deeply. All I can smell is beer. How much has he drunk. “how long have you been there?” I snap at him “this is my room. My private space GET OUT” 
He grabs at my hair and pulls me close. “shut up before you wake Chrissy. I’ve been here long enough. You were so caught up in yourself you didn’t noticed me remove you panties or rub your arse hole. Or do you just pretend not to noticed because really you want it” he spat the last words at me and pushes my back down on the bed. 
“well is that it slut” he whispers in my ear as he leans down over my naked body. I can feel that he is naked as well. His hard cock keeps getting pushed up against me and rubbing on me as he moved around on top of me “do you like daddy watching you. Do you like daddy touching you. C’mon baby girl tell daddy you love him touching you” he was pressing down on top on me. I could feel his cock against my tummy as he kept talking in my ear. I could feel his hand wrapped around his dick gripping hard stroking back. And forth slowly as he breathed loudly in my ear saying things that made me shiver in both disgust as much as the opposite. He grabbed onto a chunk of my hair and leant in close again “I said do you like your daddy touching you” he pulled my hair harder and forced me to nod “say yes Bella baby. Don’t lie to daddy. Liars get punished. Tell daddy you want him to touch you , tell daddy your a slut that wants it” he laughed but there was no humor in his eyes. Just anger. He moved his hand from my hair onto my throat “tell me slut” with that he started to squeeze. 
I coughed trying to speak. He let up a little. I used this to try and get out from under him. “fucking tell me you little Cunt. Stop trying to fucking lie” he grabbed back on harder than before squeezing until I started to see swirling colors. Then he stopped and asked again ” what do you have to say to me Bella”
I coughed and felt the tears start to fall before I could try to stop them. I looked straight into his eyes and tried to make his see my pain “I … want … you to … touch me … daddy. ” I burst into tears again at this “and ” he says calmly but starts to squeeze a little anyway “I’m a slut that wants it” I spit at him like it’s venom. He throws his head back laughing
“oh well Bella baby if you insist. Spread them legs wide now won’t ya” he knew I couldnt shut my legs if I wanted to. He had made sure of that. He was softly rubbing his hand up and along my legs moving higher slowly. Once he reached my pussy he moved softly he didn’t push. His fingers moved down my pussy lips and straight to my arse hole. He pushed softy like I sometimes do. Then a little harder. Then harder again. Now it hurt. A lot. I tried to move up but he just used my movement to flip me onto my stomach. I felt him spread my arse cheeks.  His finger started pushing back up against my arse hole. Getting harder and harder until I let out a loud cry. Then I felt something different on my virgin bum hole. I could still feel dads finger pushing on it a little faster than before but the pain wasn’t as bad it was sliding in a little each time. I could still feel something else making everything feel better. It took a while but I realized it was my fathers tongue Moving in and around my arse hole. Dad pushed his hand under the front of me and then His hand rubbing fast as possible I’ve my clit. I had my face pushed against my pillows attempting to cover the moans I couldn’t control. I tried to move away this was humiliating. But removing the finger from my arsehole he reached up and pushed down on the back head until I started to struggle to get enough of a breath in. Then everything went black. 
BILL
I was out of control. I was laying in my stomach between Bella’s long tanned legs. I had one finger deep in her arsehole along with my tongue pushing in on it as well. She was dripping wet. My other hand making the most of it in her clit. She was breathing hard. Moans escaping as much as I knew she was trying to hide them. 
Bella started to try and squirm up away from me. Not ready for this to end I removed my fingers and pushed her head back into her pillows. I had a handful of hair. Still rubbing up in her pussy I moved mouth from her arsehole and pulled myself up pushing my hard cock into gap along her dripping wet crack. I let go of her hair and head and started to rub against her. After a few minutes I relized she wasn’t fighting it. 
“princess, do you like this?” no answer. I pulled back and rolled her over. She wasn’t moving. I freaked.  I started shaking her calling her. I felt for a pulse. There. She had obviously blacked out. Now I had my legs either side of her. I pulled her singlet top over her head. 
Now I had my naked teenage daughter naked, passed out and dripping wet. 
I slapped her face a few times seeing if she was indeed out cold. Her lips were parted and I couldn’t resist. I moved up her body and rubbed my cock along her lips, it was dripping with pre cum all over her lips and down her chin. I was squeezing it out as I moved my hand along my penis. 
I pushed my cock in slightly between her lips. I felt it touch her tongue, I shivered I was close to cumming. But I knew I had to make the most of this situation. 
I moved back down til I was back between her legs. 
Running my hands from the top of her thighs slowly down towards her ankles, I lifted them up onto my shower and positioned myself ready to fuck my Bella’s virgin cunt hole. 
I rubbed my cock over and around her pussy lips which were still wet. 
I paused. What the fuck was I doing? Was I really about to cross this line. 
I pushed the head of my cock carefully into her Pussy. 
At the she wasn’t awake. She doesn’t have to know. 
I pushed in a tiny bit deeper and exploded. I wanted to ram my cock into that tight hole so hard but I pulled out and let the cum flow onto her stomach. 
I collapsed next to her completely exhausted. I cleaned her up and tucked her up in bed still naked. 
Then I fell asleep in my own bed naked as well. 
BELLA
I woke confused. Bits came back slowly. Dad in my room. Choking me. I blacked out. Woke up alone. I felt ok. 
I walked to the mirror. There were bruises on my neck and legs. I covered them pretty well with make up. 
I headed to the kitchen only to find Chrissy. 
“Daddy said he was working in his office all day” she smiled and bounced off back to her bedroom to play. 
I spent the morning cleaning the kitchen and doing washing. A friend of Chrissys had come over and they were playing quietly in the bedroom. I had seen dad twice both times her was grabbing beer from the fridge. A nasty smile played on his lips when he looked me over. It made me feel sick. 
I needed to stay busy and not think about him. Just keep my distance and keep an eye on Chrissy. 
I grabbed te vacuum cleaner and turned towards the hallway. Chrissy and her friend came running my way giggling. I asked what was so funny but they both giggled harder and ran back to Chrissy’s room. 
I was vacuuming the hall when the plug pulled from the wall and stopped me right outside dads office door. I could hear little girl talking. 
Oh god. Had Chrissy and Ruth gone back into the office. 
I opened the door as silently as possible. I could see dad sitting at the computer and after a quick scan I realized the voices were coming from the computer.   
What I saw on the screen stopped me in my tracks. 3 little girls, 2 of them looked maybe 7 the other about 12. 
One younger girl lay naked on a bed where the older girl rubs softy at her little fanny. The older girl is straddled over a pillow grinding on it. The second younger girl is doing the same. 
Dad has one hand on his desk, leaning closer I the screen as it zooms I in on the young girl rubbing herself on this pillow. His only hand is rubbing hard on his cock.  And he is breathing heavy. 
I go to pull The door shut before he notices me but it hits my foot and dad spins around still rubbing his cock. 
“were you enjoying the show” he sneers at me. 
“sorry I’m um going to check the girls” I stammer out and turn to retreat. 
“wait baby come here” he shouts after me but I pull the door shut and move as quick towards my room. 
I pause outside Chrissy’s.  I can her the girl laughing and playing. I stop and listen. It doesn’t sound like dad is following me. So for the second time today I open the door quietly just a quick peek to make sure all is good. 
And I wonder if what I see now is worse than before. Ruth who is only a year or so older than Chrissy is naked legs either side of a pillow. Chrissy is naked also but has blankets pulled across her lap. 
“those girls on your dads computer were doing it like this” Ruth said seriously Chrissy nodded and watched on while Ruth started rubbing her fanny in this pillow. 
“move the blankets Chrissy ill do the other thing” Ruth pulled at the blanket as she said this. Chrissy looked unsure then nodded and pushed the completely off. I could not believe what I was seeing. Chrissy had her legs spread apart, Ruth rubbed and poked at Chrissy’s fanny. Chrissy mainly only laughed. Then Ruth pulled Chrissy up and had her sitting on the pillow in the same fashion in front of her. They both laughed and tickled each other as the moved together on this pillow. 
They didn’t know what they were doing. How long had they watched dads movie. Did he know? Did he let them? 
I was lost in thought when I went to leave and I heard Chrissy say my name the same time as dad did. 
I froze. I looked at Chrissy. The look on her face looked as though she didn’t think anything was wrong. But Ruth looked scared embarrassed and guilty. Did she know what she was doing. 
I tried to pull the door shut but dad pulled against it. I stumbled back. Ruth and Chrissy both squealed. Then dad let out an almighty laugh. 
“well well girls what do we have here” he chuckled. Stumbling slightly. How many had he had?
“dad” I started but Chrissy cut me off
“we were just copying the little girls on your movies. They looked like they were having fun”
“and you Ruthy, are you having fun?”he purred at Ruth. 
“um yes I guess so. It feels nice here” Ruth pointed to her fanny. 
I watched dads eyes go wide 
He smiled and inched forward “really Ruthy, show me where?” she pointed again. He moved closer again “so it just feels good on the top there does it” she grinned at her. Ruth shook her head. “um no kinda in there a little bit” she shoulder shy. “so point for me Ruth so I understand” 
Ruth moved her other hand down and pulled her fanny lips slightly apart then put her finger in a little. “there” she smiled. 
Dad moved in and went to touch. 
“dad no” I half yelled “dad can I I’m talk to you outside. 
He stared at me as if remember who I was or where I came from. “in a minute Bella.” he grinned and turned back to the girls. I was frozen. So scared. Dad leans in and touches Ruth on the edge of her fanny lips then smiles at her proudly making her beam. 
” you girls haven’t done anything wrong or naughty, now Chrissy baby did it feel nice in the for you too?”
He inched towards Chrissy as she nodded shyly. His smile was huge. 
“dad, talk now. Outside” I grabbed his arm he smacked me away. 
“do you want to show daddy where too” she hesitated and dad quickly added “be a really good girl like Ruthy here” Chrissy sat up straighter and moved her legs apart. “in here” she pushed in at her fanny and whispered. Dad moved in to touch and I grabbed him harder than before. 
“girls gets dressed. Dad needs to talk to me now. Just go play normal. Don’t do that again please.” dad was grinning as I pulled him from Chrissy’s room and into his. I slammed the door and turned on him. 
“are you mental” I screamed “what are you going to do if Ruth goes home to re tells this story, and how dare you lay your hands on them.” I could not control my self, I stepped forward and slapped his face hard. 
He just stood there and stared at me before calmly saying “Bella, I would like you to remove your pants and undies please” he was calm but that look in his eye was dangerous. I was scared. I started to shake me head. “do as I say or go tell Chrissy to come here or better yet save Chrissy and send me Ruth.” he layed back in his bed and closed his eyes “make up your mind Bella” 
I pulled my pants down then my undies and was left standing there in only a thin singlet top. 
Dad opened his eyes and sat up grinning eagerly. He picked up a pillow and threw it over to me. 
“you know what to do”he laughed. 
I started at the pillow then up at him. “are you serious”
He got up and walked over to me, grabbing me by the hair he pushed me down onto my knees using his free hand to position the pillow under me. My pussy was pushed up hard against the pillow dad was on his knees behind me. Forcing me to keep grinding back and forth. At first it rubbed and hurt but as my pussy grew wet it felt better. Dad was fully clothed at least. But he was grunting as he Pushed into the back of me. 
“moan baby, moan for daddy baby” he grunted in my eyes. I did nothing. He grabbed my hair harder. “moan now bitch”
I moaned a little just trying to get him to stop hurting me. His free had now rubbed my moist pussy. “louder” I got a bit louder. Noticing my moaning was turning me in more. “a lot louder than that” he pulled back hard
“dad the girls are next door” I snapped back. He wasn’t discouraged. “I told you I wanted louder.” I moaned out really loud. His hand got faster in my pussy and I let out another before u realized what was happening. The pillow below me was wet all down the side. 
“that’s it girl, keep it up, maybe a little more” I did what I was told before he felt the need to inflict pain. My moans came out louder and faster and he started to join in with me. A knock at the door sent me into silence. I tried to scramble up and cover myself but dad pulled me back into him “did I say stop moving” he whispered at me and started forcing me back and forth again. Still rubbing me. “or tell you that you could stop moaning” I started rubbing back and forth and moaning a little not like before but he seemed satisfied. 
“who’s there” he sing song answered the knock. 
“it’s us” Chrissy and Ruth replied in unison. 
“oh good girl come in I want to show you something” I tried to turn and look at him he pushed me back. 
I stopped moaning he pushed at me til I started again. I looked up and was met with but Chrissy and Ruth watching me in this pillow with dad behind me still grunting. Not ashamed at all. My moans were now sounding more like whimpers. Chrissy looked on at us with curiosity in her eyes. But Ruth’s eyes went straight to my fathers hand on my pussy. She smiled. 
BILL
Today was turning out ok. 
Right now I had Bella half naked straddling a pillow pushed up against me. Her pussy was so wet my fingers kept slipping in. 
Now Chrissy and Ruth and walked in. Both so innocent. I going to show them that Bella was wrong before. It’s ok from the girls to do stuff like this. As long as daddy can watch. 
I felt on top of the world. 
Chrissy was watching us both. But Ruth was watching my hand rub furiously over Bellas pussy and she was smiling. 
I leant in close to Bella’s ear.
“moan louder, and fucking smile” she did as she was told and Chrissy spoke up. “what are you doing with Bella daddy” 
“it looks fun” Ruth added before I’d answered Chrissy. 
“I was helping Bella get that nice feeling in here” I pushed my fingers in between Bella pussy lips and Chrissy looked down for the first time. 
“why is Bella cryng” Chrissy asked. “maybe you can hop out just until Bella feels all happy again Then maybe you can come back in” Chrissy nodded and walked towards the door. “c’mon Ruthy let’s go back to my room ” Chrissy asked. 
“Ina minute Chrissy. I’ll catch up.” 
Bella hung her head.
“what can I help you with Ruthy” I asked smiling at her. My hand was still rubbing Bella and small moans were escaping. Ruthy just kept watching. 
“can I um maybe touch it” she asked shyly. 
“what” Bella asked alarmed. 
“if that’s ok. Ive never touched one with hair.” 
Now I could help but smile. Ruth was maybe 8 tops. Where was this coming from. 
“of course, Bella doesn’t mind do you Bella?” I placed my hand under her throat as I said this all she did was shake her head, I nodded at Ruth to continue. 
She got down on her knees and pushed one fingers into the hair then pulled down Bella’s lips. She was smiling when she looked up at me. 
“it’s all warm and gooey” 
Then her finger found its way down to mine and she pushed inside Bella along my finger. She never took her eyes off me. 
At that moment I realized I was being seduced by a child.  And to be honest I wanted that girl alone with me but I knew I should just get rid of her for a while. 
“okay sweetheart. Back to Chrissy.” I’ll come see you once I’m finished here” she nodded and stood but didn’t move. 
I wondered how far this little girl would go. 
I stood and told Bella to lay in the bed. She stood and walk over knowing by now there was no point in defying me. 
Ruth never took her eyes off me as I positioned Bella how I wanted and spread open her legs wide. 
“off you go princess. This is grown up stuff now. Your just a little girl” she turned and headed towards the door looking rather upset. Then stopped and turned back. 
I locked eyes with her as I removed my top then my shorts. Leaving me completely naked with they hard cock sticking straight up in front of me. 
I walked towards the bed. Bella tended. I checked to make sure Ruth seen the next bit. 
Ruth was captivated. I leant down and licked softly between Bella’s pussy lips. 
I heard both Bella’s and Ruth’s breath catch in their throats. 
Bella moaned as Chrissy asked 
“what does that feel like”
“it feels wonderful for a girl Ruthy baby” I got up from the bed and walked towards Ruth naked. She was wearing a top and a short little frilly skirt. 
She smiled up at me as I stopped I front of her
“now darling I told you this was adult time. Your not an adult yet princess” I took a risk and reached down to her thigh. Her smile didn’t waver. I moved up further until my hand was sliding under the hem of her skirt, she moved forward a little and lifted onto her toes. I ran my fingers lightly up the inside of her thigh then took a deep breath moved over to feel her tiny fanny covered in little knickers. But there wasn’t any knickers to feel. She mustn’t have put them back on or maybe hadn’t worn any. 
So My hand rubbed up on her child sized fanny making her giggle and me start to sweat. 
“you’ll be a big girl like Bella soon sweetheart just go play with Chrissy for a while so I can finish playing with Bella. Then maybe we can play”
She smiled and left. I closed the door behind her. 
“wow Bella, you may have some competition”  I laughed. 
Bella just stared past me. I couldn’t be fucked with her bullshit right now I needed a beer. 
BELLA
It was a new disgusting low. And what was wrong with ruth. 
Dad just got up and left. I can’t move. I’m tired. I’m scared. And I’m over it all. I roll over and look for dads old stash of alcohol under the bed. There. Vodka. 
I unscrew the top and take a long drink. 
God what was Ruth teaching my sister. Why was this happening. 
Another long skull. 
I can feel it going to my head fast. 
I sit up. The pillow dad had me on is lying at the end of the end. I pick it up. It’s still wet. 
I glance at the closed door then rise up onto my knees and stuff the pillow between my legs pushing my pussy into the side. 
I start riding it slowly at first until I feel the wetness return to my pussy. Then i get faster riding it more like a cowboy now. My nearly full bottle of vodka is now nearly empty but I’m happy. I can’t remember why I was angry. This feels good. I lean back over the side of the bed swapping my now empty bottle for a half full one that was there. 
Then I mount my pillow again and away I go. 
My bottle gets lighter and so do I. 
My free hand finds my clit. 
It’s feels great. 
My vision is a little blurred but I can still see. I can feel myself getting closer. I bucked and moan. Then collapse back Ina heap on my fathers bed. 
After a few minutes I decide to get up and wind up landing on my face in the floor. I notice my nearly empty bottle and finish that off before attempting to stand again. 
I didn’t think I’d make it to the door. 
I lay there on the floor for a while thinking. 
Then I suddenly remembered Chrissy. I stood slowly. I had to go make sure she was ok. 
I passed my own room. Empty. Then Chrissy’s room. Also empty. Whe I got the kitchen I found Chrissy up at the bench. She looked upset. I could tell she had been crying. I froze. What if dad had hurt her. It would be all my fault. I decided there and then that I would whatever I had to to protect Chrissy. 
I moved toward her slowly. Then realised I was still only wearing a singlet top. I pulled it down enough to cover my pussy. 
“Chrissy , sweetie what’s wrong?” 
“it doesn’t matter” she snapped at me. 
“Chrissy you can tell me anything.”
“dad cares about you more, loved you more” she choked up a bit. 
“no he doesn’t bub. I promise. He loves you more than anything.”
“no he doesn’t he even likes Ruthy more!” she screamed at me. 
Ruthy. Shit I forgot about her. Where was she. Where was dad?
“what do u mean, where are they anyway” 
“they are in the den, daddy took us in there so we could watch some more movies with him. And then Ruth asked if she could sit on his knee” she was sobbing now “and daddy said yes but when I asked he told me to wait. When I asked again he yelled at me and told me to come inside”
She ran over and gave me a cuddle. 
I know There was a thousand other questions I should have asked, but the first thing that came to my head came out “what was on the movies Chrissy?” 
” lots of stuff. Mainly movies about little girls who are really good and help there daddy’s , daddy said the girls were all having lots of fun, I liked the movies” she looked at me with tears in her eyes. 
“oh sweetheart. They aren’t movies for kids. You shouldn’t be watching them. Why don’t you go play in your room and I’ll go get Ruth” I asked. 
“I don’t want to play with Ruth anymore. I want her to go home!” Chrissy yelled back as he stomped to her room. I heard the door slam. I was just happy she was safe. 
BILL
I took both girls to the den so they could see some more movies. 
The first one was of 2 little girls playing with each other while a man sat and watched. 
And yes I was trying to make it a reality. I kept making comment but it seemed only Ruthy got the hint. I watched her try and put her hand between Chrissy’s legs. But Chrissy moved. Ruth tried 3 more times each time kooky at me after Chrissy moved away I nodded trying to tell her to try again. 
Then Ruth asked to sit on my knee. I remembered the no panties thing and quickly agreed to it. 
She got straight up and I didn’t have to do a thing she started grinding. Chrissy kept asking to get up and I kept telling her to wait then I snapped. I told her to go inside and wait there. 
Now It was just me and Ruthy. It was strange though. I was used to having to force Bella and part of me enjoyed that.  But I didn’t need that with Ruth. 
“can you please put your hand on there again please” she half turned to ask.  How could I say no to that. 
“oh of course I will sweetheart, you can call me daddy if you want” 
She jumped off and for a second I thought I blew it but all she did was squeal “daddy really that’s so cool I don’t have a daddy, but now I do” she climbed back up this time facing me and started back up running on me. I moved my thumb to her fanny and rubbed lightly. 
“Ruthy baby”
“yes daddy”
“do you want to try something new with your new daddy”
She nodded eagerly “ok daddy”
I slid her off me, and yes sold was the right word she was bloody wet for an eight year old. 
“put your mouth around daddys cock”
She nodded and got staright to it. 
Oh my fucking god. She was sucking like a pro. It took all my willpower not to ram her head down my cock but I knew she wouldn’t be able to. O and on she went getting new in her mouth than I thought possible. When I finally blew my load I pulled her back and shot it all over her face. 
“baby have you don’t that before”
She smiled shyly and replied “lots of times. Mummy’s boyfriend showed me how”
I was gob smacked. “what?”
“um yea I do it for Danny sometimes”
“does your mother know” 
“yes she watches”

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Raped in Turkey Part 1

Raped in Turkey
(Part 1)
By Joy Traveller
After her room is robbed a beautiful teenage American tourist is blackmailed into sex by an aging Turkish hotel manager
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The young Turkish woman entered the office. She was about 22, though her round, elfin face with its wide, near black, almond eyes and full red lips made her look younger. It was framed perfectly by long, midnight dark hair that flowed to her shoulders.
Her manner of dress would have been considered utterly immodest by the local standards of Islamic prudery. Her white tank top was too tight for a bra to be worn underneath. In the west, she would have been complemented on not needing to wear one. Shaped like plump, ripe pomegranates her firm youthful flesh needed no support. The low cut of her top did little to hide the fullness of her breasts, nor the proud, slightly upturned nipples that tipped them. Even in the dingy light of the office, the dark, puckered aureole that surrounded her nipples were plain through the thin white fabric that struggled to just cover them.
Her tight fitting black skirt was short; barely long enough to hide the tops of the sheer dark stockings that covered her shapely legs. She stood hesitantly. Eventually she drew enough courage to speak.
“You wanted to see me, Sir?”
Her question was directed to the owner-manager of the small hotel she worked for, now sat behind a large desk. He was about sixty (she guessed at his age; she did not know it exactly and had never dared ask). He was overweight. Too mean to pay for the air conditioning in the hotel to be fixed, even with no exertion the humid heat caused beads of sweat to form on his balding scalp. He did not acknowledge her presence. While she waited for him to respond she fixed her attention to a sweat bead that trickled down into one of the greasy grey-black arcs of unkempt hair that remained above his ears. He reached into the pocket of the grubby linen suit he wore and pulled out a stained handkerchief to mop it away.
He did not look up, but concentrated on the papers in front of him as he spoke.
“I called you ten minutes ago. Where have you been?”
The girl shuffled uneasily on her heels, nervously pressing her thighs together.
“I am sorry, Sir. But there were guests checking in at reception. I came as quickly as I could.”
He grunted a dismissal and looked up. “To more important matters. I see we have a new guest?”
The receptionist needed no more information. She knew exactly where this was going to lead. She hated being part of it, but she had no choice.
“We have a number of new guests.”
This brief evasion was, she knew, pointless. But it gave some sense of, well, trying.
The hotel manager was irritated by her obvious stalling. Looking up at last he made his clarification clear in staccato:
“Yes. A girl! European. Perhaps American. Blond. Probably no more than a teenager.”
The receptionist sighed “Yes, Sir. I think I know who you mean,” (she knew his tastes; he could mean no one else). “She is American. She booked in five days ago.”
“Which room?”
“Number 23.”
The manager’s eye narrowed. “And she is here alone?”
The girl sighed silently. “Yes, Sir. She is alone.”
The manager lent back in his office chair and grinned. “Excellent. Well then. It seems we have the chance of another…” He paused slightly for emphasis, “…project on our hands, doesn’t it?”
The girl looked down. Quietly she said: “Yes, Sir. It does.”
“Good,” said the manager. He stood. The girl noticed that although lose, the front of his ill-fitting pants showed a clear sign of his erection. The girl sank inwardly. The thought of another ‘project’ always excited him.
He moved from round the desk to stand beside the girl. He spoke quietly into her ear. “Yes. This girl will make a very good project. Do you not agree?”
Not altering her posture she silently turned her head towards him.
“You have the spare key to her room?” he asked.
“Yes,” she replied quietly.
He nodded and mopped the sweat away from his balding head once more with the handkerchief balled in his palm.
“Good. But now, there is the matter of you being late.”
“I’m sorry, Sir. I told…”
He raised his palm to quiet her. “Enough!”
Nonchalantly, he added: “Now raise your skirt and bend over the desk.”
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Emma lay on the beach, face down, her eyes closed, enjoying the warm sun bronzing her firm, teenage flesh. She felt the sudden cool of a falling shadow, the eclipse of warmth enough to make her turn onto her side and open her eyes. The shadow was that of a man standing above her, one of the many locals who frequented the beach. The resort was used by some tourists, but mainly by local men who would come primarily, Emma knew, to get a good look at the Western girls in their brief swimwear. She had never seen a local woman at the beach.
She squinted as her eyes slowly adjusted to the new light on her retinas. As the man became clearer she guessed that he was probably only in his thirties, but looked older. As his features took form, Emma realised he was quite ugly. A ridiculously brief thong just served to accentuate his flabby torso and short, hairy legs. Despite being on a public beach with a lot of people sunning themselves, she suddenly felt quite naked in her revealing cream string tie bikini. She rolled over onto her bum. Then she sat, pulled her knees up towards her chin and folded her arms around her calves. It was an almost instinctive move, the best she could do to hide her body from his too obvious gaze. She looked up at him.
“What do you want?” She inquired.
“You Anglazi,.. Deutsch?”
Emma pushed her shoulder length strawberry blond hair back over her ear, tilting her head slightly to one side to look the man in the eye. She had been pestered by local men almost constantly since arriving in Turkey and had learned in her short time here that a direct refusal was all that worked.
“No,” she said with a sigh she hoped would make her lack of interest clear. Then she added: “American”. She immediately regretted her qualification as he clearly took it to be an invitation to conversation.
“Ah, American! You holiday?” His poor English was delivered with a thick local accent.
“Yes,” replied Emma trying to make her lack of interest clear.
“OK. Is good. You meet me. Later. Have drink?” The man asked.
He reached down to his waist and pulled his thong up under his protruding belly. He bulged and Emma realised with a faint disgust that he was semi erect. Worse still, he clearly wanted her to see how big he was. She sighed inwardly. God, the local men were awful. Did they all think the best way to get a date with a Western girl was to flash their junk? Anyway, why did he think a creep his age would interest her?
Emma snapped from her thoughts. “No, sorry,” She said eventually, being as polite as her mood allowed. “I’m busy tonight.”
The man grunted a nod but did not move. He reached behind himself and pulled out the pack of cigarettes he kept pushed down the back of his briefs. He took one out and lit it. Though she had had the occasional cigarette, the thick, acrid smell of the local cigarettes made Emma feel sick. He proffered the pack to her.
“Smoke?” he inquired.
“No, thank you. I don’t,” Emma said, flapping her hand in front of her face somewhat moralistically to dispel the smoke.
“Tonight. Later. I take you to club. We have good time.”
Emma noticed that the man’s eyes had shifted from looking directly into hers. By the direction of his now transfixed stare she realised that in raising her knees she had revealed the thin strip of bikini brief that covered her pudenda. He drew back on his cigarette intent on savouring her inadvertent between the thighs show. This had not done anything to help the gross erection now clearly beginning to strain at the man’s thong. He saw that Emma had noticed it. Far from being embarrassed, he tried to suck in his belly and pushed his hips forward in a pitiful attempt to make himself more attractive to the beautiful young American.
“Excuse me!” Emma barked as she flattened her legs quickly.
He just smiled. “I take you to friend’s party. Have great time.”
“No, I’ve told you already. I’m busy!” Emma snapped her head back sharply, causing her blond hair the fly back and her full breasts to giggle slightly. A pink tip of tong darted across his lips.
“My friend. He have great parties. Lot of English German American girls go. He made a gesture of pulling a joint from his mouth and with a wink added: “You like smoke?”
“Look!” Shrieked Emma. “I have told you I am not interested. I do not want to go. I am busy.” Then, punctuating each word in a mimic of his broken English, “do… you… understand… me?”
With this the man shrugged and, pulling on his cigarette, finally walked slowly away.
Emma felt relief at his departing but she had had enough. This vacation was proving to be terrible. One week in and she wanted to go home. But her air tickets were not transferrable. She must endure two more weeks.
She had worked hard in her first year at university and felt she had earned a break. She wanted to get away from the dull weather of Boston, especially after the break up with her boyfriend. She could have travelled in the States but the need to explore the wider world a bit was strong. Her parents were quite unhappy at the thought of her travelling to Turkey. But she had argued that it was safe – a well known beach resort (actually Emma knew it was not that well known). She also told them she was travelling with two friends. This was, well, only a white lie. She had planned to travel with two friends but they had dropped out at last minute due to being broke. Emma was quite fortunate in having a small trust fund to call upon now she was eighteen. When her friends dropped out, she nearly cancelled the trip herself. But in a fit of bravado she had finally decided to go on her own.
Emma stood and reached to the sand for the short floral sundress she had brought with her. Not bothering to unfasten the buttons, she slipped her wrists into the arm holes and raised it above her head. As she did so, she noticed the group of local men who had congregated around her in an almost unbroken circle had not failed to notice that her pose now showed off her long slim legs, good hips and full breasts to perfection. She groaned and quickly slipped the sun dress over her bikini, stroking her hands over her body to smooth it down. She slipped her feet into her pumps and grabbed the beach bag that contained just sun block, water and the keys to her hotel room. To get past her circle of admirers, Emma had to practically step over one man in his fifties who rested prone on his elbow. As she approached he strained his neck, positioning his head so as to get a good and quite obvious look up her dress as she passed. By now she hardly cared about the local men ogling her. Lets the bastards watch. They can have a good wank later if they want to, she thought defiantly. In truth, the thought of the dark-skinned local men pleasuring themselves while calling her image to mind made her feel dirty.
Once past the men she took the short walk up the beach back towards her hotel.
Her hotel! Emma felt her depression deepen a little. God, it was as awful as the men. She had chosen it on line because it was near to the beach and, well, cheap. Emma recalled the third lie she had told her parents: “No it’s not an independent hotel. It’s part of a large chain.” The hotel looked good in the on-line photographs, but in reality was quite run down and even creepy. It was smaller than she expected with only about thirty rooms on three floors. It was dirty and the facilities none existent. The air conditioning never worked leaving the rooms heavy with a damp, cloying heat.
Once she reached her hotel, she stepped through the open entrance. Moving through reception she paused briefly to smile at the very pretty local girl who worked behind the desk. The girl smiled back, somewhat nervously, Emma thought. But the though soon evaporated.
Emma took the elevator up to her second floor room. She walked down the ill lit corridor with its dehydrated pot plants and approached the door marked 23. She slipped the key in. The lock felt odd, slack. As she started to turn the key the door pushed open. Her room was unlocked. She felt a slight twinge of unease. She was sure she had locked the door before heading to the beach. As she entered the room the slight unease turned to full panic. Her room had been ransacked. All the drawers of the cheap bedroom furniture were open. Her clothes were scattered over the floor and onto the old, heavy bed. Even in her panic, Emma noticed that there was some order in the chaos. Her underwear had been separated and arranged on the bed. She felt bile rise in her stomach as she dashed to her suitcase. At least it was still there! The case was good quality and secure. She felt a moment’s relief. The locks looked good. But as she grabbed the case to lift it onto the bed it fell open. Her heart sank to the pit of her stomach. The locks were good, but the hinges at the back had been prised off. Looking at the scratches something like a screwdriver had been used to crudely force them away from the plastic. Desperately Emma searched the case. It was empty. Oh, God! Emma gasped. Her money and credit cards were gone. So was her passport and air tickets. Even her mobile phone.
Emma ran from the room and down the corridor. She stabbed at the lift button. It was now out of order! She dashed down the stairs, taking two at a time, descending the four flights to the hotel lobby in moments. Catching her breath she ran to the desk. The local girl was still there, busy checking out a middle-aged man in a cheap suit. The man though was clearly absorbed in checking out the girl’s body. He turned and looked at Emma as she approached the desk.
“Please! You have got to help me!”
“One moment, please. I will be with you,” replied the girl.
Emma groaned. She was in such a state that she did not even notice that her dash had caused the strap of her sun dress to fall over her shoulder revealing the left side of her bikini top. The man did notice however and took no shame in switching his attention from the receptionist to Emma’s shapely and now better revealed breast. She glared at him as she pulled the top of her dress back up and turned again to the girl at the desk.
With that the girl handed the grinning man his passport and some change and he left.
“How can I help?” She asked.
“Please,” gasped Emma, her breath short more from shock than her exertions. “My room has been robbed! My tickets, my passport, my money. Everything has gone.”
The girl’s eyes widened with a look of approaching horror. “Oh, no.” She sighed. “When?”
“Today. Earlier. It must have been while I was at the beach.”
The girl’s look of horror turned to one more of desperation. She looked furtively around as if making sure they were alone then intently back at Emma. Before starting to speak she reached out and placed her hand over Emma’s, now flat on the reception desk. She squeezed it lightly in an act that seemed intent on comforting her as much as keeping her attention. Leaning forward, she spoke quietly, as if to tell her a secret.
“Please, listen to me. Go now. Quickly. You must go now. Go to your consulate. Get help there. But leave here. Leave now.”
The girl’s anxious stream of advice was interrupted by a male voice from the open door of the office behind the desk. The girl seemed shocked and visibly cringed as she heard it. She pulled away from Emma as if to pretend their conversation had never happened.
“I do not think that will be necessary, Fatima,” said a portly, balding Turk of about sixty appearing from the office. He placed a hand on the reception girl’s shoulder. She visibly shrunk under his touch.
“I will deal with this, Fatima. You have better things to be doing,” he said.
“Yes, Sir,” she sighed turning her head down. She caught Emma with one last, pleading glimpse before turning to walk away.
As she did so the man called after her. “I will want to talk to you later, Fatima. Do you understand?” The girl turned and, avoiding Emma’s gaze, replied “Yes, Sir. I understand.” Emma could not fail to notice the air of resignation in her voice.
The man grinned, showing a set of bad teeth. “Now, miss. I am the hotel manager. What is your problem?
Emma felt a little relief at being able to speak to someone in charge. “Yes, thank you. My room has been broken into. My things stolen. Important things.”
The hotel manager looked sternly at her. “Are you sure? I do not know how this is possible. This hotel is quite secure. Nobody could get past the desk.”
“Well it has happened.”
The man cupped his chin in his fingers and pondered.
“Hmm…” He looked intently at Emma. “We had better deal with matter this in my private office.”
He moved back from the reception desk and swept his arm in a gesture of invitation. “This way, if you please.”
Emma moved behind the desk, stepping ahead of him and through the open door into the back office. He followed her in. Once inside he pointed to an elevator.
“My private office would be best. Follow me, please.”
Emma stepped up the elevator door. He poked at the button and reached to pull open the door. The elevator was small, claustrophobic, the heat even heavier. Emma manoeuvred herself as far back as she could as he entered the elevator behind her. His arm reached up and over her shoulder. Stale sweat shocked her nostrils with an acid tang. A key emerged from between his fingers.
“The fourth floor. It is all private. My office is there.” With that, he placed the key into the panel and turned it. Emma notice that the elevator had no floor buttons and realised it must only go to his private floor. The doors closed and the ascent began. Emma felt as if the trip to the fourth floor was taking forever. The lift was slow and, even given the elevators small size, he stood closer to her than he needed two. Emma was not tall – about 5’5”. Though he was only about three inches taller than her his bulk made him appear a massive, looming presence.
Eventually, the elevator stopped and he pushed the door open. Emma stepped out with some relief straight into his private office. The furnishing was minimal. A large desk dominated the room. In front of it was an old style ottoman couch; its low, wide seat curving into a high, wood trimmed back.
“Please, sit,” the manager said arching his arm towards it as he moved behind the desk.
Emma sat in the middle of the ottoman. As she sat she noticed with a little disgust that its red and gold fabric was worn and stained. She sat forward. As she did so, her sun dress fell open over her leg revealing her upper thighs and the lower-V of her bikini briefs. She looked up and noticed that the still standing hotel manager was leaning forward slightly so as to better admire her. Quickly she gathered the skirt, wrapping it around her and pulling it down as far as possible over her legs. She reached her hands forward to her knees to cover her breasts with her upper arms. She concluded this was the most modest pose her relative undress allowed.
The hotel manager slipped of his jacket, hung it over the back of the desk chair and sat. “Now, tell me what has happened.”
Wearily, Emma began to repeat the story: “This morning, about ten, I think, I went to the beach. When I got back…”
“When would that be?”
“Around noon. I went back to my room…”
“Which is?”
His interruptions were beginning to irritate Emma. She didn’t hide it as she continued:
“Number 23. When I got back it was unlocked. It had been robbed. All my things have been stolen…”
“Which things?”
Emma looked up petulantly. “Everything! Money, credit cards, my passport, air tickets. My phone, camera.”
“But you say your room was unlocked?”
“Well, yes. But it wasn’t when I left.”
“But you are not sure you locked it?”
“Yes! Well, I’m sure I did.”
“But you are not certain?”
“Well, not absolutely certain. I mean, I am sure…”
“So it is very possible you left without locking your room?”
“Look. However the person got in, they stole everything. That is what matters!”
“Hmm… But there is the issue of responsibility to consider.”
Emma’s irritation surfaced. “Look, I don’t care who is responsible – the bastard thief is responsible! I just want to get something done about it.”
The hotel manager looked down and pondered for a time. Then he looked up.
“So…you cannot pay the bill for your stay?”
“I beg your pardon!” Emma replied sharply. “No! Of course not. Not at the moment, anyway. Like I said: my money and credit cards have gone.” Emma could not believe that the bill was the most important thing on the fat bastard’s mind.
“Yes, you have told me. And your passport, air tickets and…” He waved a dismissive hand, “…and so on.”
“Yes. What are you going to do about it?” Emma shrieked.
The manager lent back, raised his elbows and placed his hands, fingers knotted, behind his neck. Emma noted with revulsion the sweat stains on his shirt under his armpits.
“I am surprised that you think this a matter for my hotel.”
As Emma stared incredulously he added:
“What is a matter for my hotel is the issue of your bill.”
For a moment, Emma was speechless. Eventually she managed to say:
“This is stupid. Completely stupid…”
The hotel manager simply shook his head.
Emma waived her arms, dismissively. “That’s it. I’ve had enough. I want to report this to the police.”
“Indeed. Indeed it might well be. But the matter for the police will be that – and not for the first time, I am disappointed to say – a western tourist has stayed in my hotel, enjoyed my hospitality and then been unable to pay, expecting that some dubious story about ‘having been robbed’ is enough of an excuse.”
Emma’s anger forced each word with spleen:
“I…just…don’t…fucking…believe…this!”
The hotel manager shook his head with an expression of forced disappointment.
“I understand that you are upset, my dear. But you must also understand my position.” With that he stood. He moved around the desk to the ottoman and sat beside Emma. As his bulk settled beside her, she slid away. Turning to her he said:
“Look. This matter is quite unfortunate. But it need not become…” he paused monetarily and narrowed his eyes, “…any more unfortunate than it need be.”
“Unfortunate?”
“Yes, my dear. Staying in a hotel, knowing you are unable to pay is a serious matter in my country. Is it not in yours?”
“Look. I can’t pay the bill at the moment. But as soon as I get my stuff back, or at least the cards cancelled and replaced, I will be able to pay your goddamn bill.” She punched out each word.
“That could take some time. But for the time being, you cannot pay. We are clear on this, yes?”
Emma threw her head back. “Fine, don’t worry. I’ll contact the police.” She said haughtily.
“As I have suggested, this might well become a matter for the police. But I will, of course, insist that you are held in a police cell until the matter of your dept to me is sorted out.”
Emma shook her slowly head in disbelief. “What…?”
“That would be a very unfortunate way to deal with this matter, to say the least. I think that we should discuss an alternative.” The lecherous grin that spread across the hotel manager’s face left Emma in no doubt as to what he had in mind. She stared at him incredulously as he continued:
“You are very beautiful. I would be happy to take a little pleasure in way of payment.”
She felt his palm land on her leg, just above the knee. His hand slipped under her sun dress and began to slide up her thigh. She grabbed his wrist and pulled it away as she darted to stand.
“No way! No fucking way!” She cried. The hotel manager looked up at her.
“You surprise me. Many female guests in your position seem quite eager to whore for their bill.”
It dawned on Emma that she was being set up. Had he robbed her room? How many times had he…?” Emma dismissed the thought as too bizarre. Angrily she spat:
“You dirty old bastard! Do you think I’d…That I would want to…With you?”
“Well then, there is always the police. The choice is yours. But before you make it, let me tell you a little about our police prison here. Not to the standards you might find in your own country, I am afraid. The guards are poorly paid. One of the few – I think you use the word ‘perks’ – they have is free access to the female prisoners. I do not think I need add that a beautiful young western girl would be a rare prize for them. I can assure you that you will be gang-raped with utmost vigor. You would be fortunate if they were able to discipline themselves to violating you just one at a time.”
Emma’s jaw dropped. She could make no words, just a strangled gasp.
I might add that the only thing the guards at the police-prison are known for more than their rapacious sexual appetite is their corruption.” The hotel manager grinned. “I think after a few days in their hands you would be begging me to pay for you to be delivered back to me. And that then serving my satisfactions would come as a relief.”
Emma let out a gasp of incredulity. “This is disgusting. You are a creepy – old – pervert!” Emma turned and looked towards the elevator. It suddenly dawned on her that without the key that operated it, she was trapped.
He dismissed her insult with a casual wave. “So be it. But be in no doubt, my dear. My influence with the police is high. If you deny me, I will have you taken into custody. They would be very eager to begin your interrogation.” Casually, he added, “I hear a strip search is how they usually start…”
Emma stared at him incredulously.
Sharply, he added: “Now sit down!”
She did so, her legs folding as the energy drained from them.
He angled over her. “That’s better. I see you are going to be sensible.”
Emma knew the dirty old goat had her. That she could not get out of his office and that he could have her taken to prison. She knew enough about the country that once in prison repeated rape by the guards was inevitable.
His next touch paralyzed her with fear. He reached his hand up to her neck, which he began to stroke, quite gently. Then his hand drifted to the top button of her sun dress. Agile fingers swiftly flipped it open. Then the next. He paused to pull the dress open over her shoulders. His eyes fixed on her plump breasts, now so precariously covered by her revealing bikini top.
“No, please, don’t…Not this…,” she moaned.
“Ahh… So convenient,” he sighed as he noticed the string tie holding her bikini top in place. The tip of a plump, brown finger trailed down her breast bone to the thin cord hung in a simple bow between her breasts. A quick tug freed the tie. After that, flipping the loose cups to one side to expose her breasts was trivial.
“Oh! Allah has certainly rewarded me today”, he giggled as he took her breasts in his palms and moulded her firm flesh like a potter shaping clay. He pinched her nipples hard between thumb and forefingers, forcing them to involuntarily ripen and harden. Emma looked down. His hands looked almost black in contrast to her lightly tanned above and below her tan line creamy, pale flesh. She began to sob.
“Please. Please. Stop now. Stop and I won’t tell anyone about this,” Emma pleaded.
The hotel manager just laughed and intensified his lustful exploration of her teenage body.
“And say what? Who would believe the lies of a white whore? I would just make sure slander was added to your crimes on the list for the guard’s fuck-sentencing.”
Tears began to role down Emma’s face. Suddenly he stopped fondling her.
“It looks as if I am doing all the work. I expect more than this as payment for your debt.”
With that he reached down under the gut overflowing the waist of his pants, undid the buttons of his fly and, raising his rump slightly, slid then down to his calves. So freed he was able to spread his knees.
Emma saw the straining, olive brown cock spring up like a grotesque, carnal jack-in-the-box. Emma was not experienced, but it was much bigger than any of her boyfriends’. Thick knotted veins ridged its slightly curved shaft. A bloated purple glans, tipped by a raw looking eye completed the monstrous rape-tool. She knew he planned to put it inside her. And with that the contents of the pendulous, wrinkled scrotum now sagging under the weight of his ready sex fluids. Bile rose in her stomach.
“Now, your turn to do a bit of the work.”
Emma knew she now had no alternative. Whatever doubt that remained that the dirty old bastard was serious had evaporated. Her mind filled with anticipation of the fate that awaited her in the hands of the guards in a local police cell. She weighed the vile alternatives in her mind. She made a decision. She gripped the shaft in her fingers and started stroking it.
“OK. I’ll wank you off, if you want. But only if you’ll let me go after.”
Emma hoped that this would sate him. Wanking him off was disgusting. But it was better than having him inside her. She had reluctantly masturbated a couple of boyfriends as a consolation prize after denying them full sex while making-out. They had all complemented her on her touch. Remembering the technique she had quickly learned, she built up her pace. Then slowed it, squeezing and slightly twisting the shaft. Then fast again. She repeated the cycle of her pleasure-massage. Soon a thin trickle of liquid began to flow from the eye. Seeing his pre-come start made Emma feel sick; but at least it meant he wouldn’t be long now. Her ordeal would soon be over. She steeled herself for the ejaculation she knew (hoped?) would soon splash over her fingers. Now she had to finish it. She hated the idea of freely initiating any part in his use of her, but it had to end. She reached her free hand under his balls, cupped them and began to roll them in her palm. The hotel manager groaned in appreciation at her added attention.
“Good. Very good. You are skilful,” he sighed. “Now let us see if your whore-skills are good enough to settle your bill.” Emma stopped her strokes suddenly.
“No…,” she moaned as the realisation of what he now wanted crystallised.
The hotel manager placed his palm to the back of her neck. He pulled her down, gently, but firmly.
“Suck me,” he demanded. “Suck me like the pretty Miss America whore you are!”
Emma’s jaw dropped in horror. He pushed her neck harder.
“No…,” she groaned softly. “I said I would wank you.”
“And I said: Suck it!”
Emma felt nausea well in her stomach. But she knew she had no choice. Catching his eyes, heavy with lust, she gave him a final pleading glance as she reluctantly submitted to him guiding her head to his crotch. Pre-come smeared her lips as she spread them around the swollen head. She began to work it with a smooth, short sucking motion. It was not enough for him. Impatiently he pushed her neck down, hard, and his pulsing shaft filled her mouth until the head pushed to the back of her throat. Her tong caught a salty, sweaty tang. But he filled her throat so much she could not even gag.
As she sucked, she felt him reach back. His hand contacted her thigh and he pulled her legs fully onto the ottoman. He now reached over her back and slipped his hand up her dress. After flipping it up over her waist, his fingers slid along the inside of her thigh and then, with his palm resting over her bum pushed their way between her legs. After a short spell stroking her vulva through the thin fabric of her bikini briefs she felt the fingers slip under the edge of the material. Any moan she made as a chubby finger teased its way into her vagina was strangled by the thick cock in her throat. As she continued to suck, she used her free hand to adjust her open dress top back over her breasts in a futile but determined act of modesty.
“Keep up the hand work as well,” he ordered. She did so, now desperate to get her ordeal over with. Even though submission was now beginning to overwhelm Emma, a distant glow of rationality remained. His length meant that even forced to the back of her throat, sufficient man-flesh remained below her lips for her to pump it eagerly with her slim fingers. If she took some control, she might be able to pull her head back as he came. She would get his sperm in her face. But better that than in her mouth.
He began to buck his hips. Holding her neck firm he fucked into her mouth. She felt his muscles tense and knowing he was imminent, she tried to pull her head back. But he had anticipated her. His fingers gripped her neck harder. Her hope of evading his seed fill her mouth vanished as his cock started to pulse; flesh waves forcing her already stretched lips wider. She offered no more resistance as what seemed like endless bursts of sperm fired straight into her throat. For some reason a childhood memory of being forced to swallow a vile tasting medicine shocked its way to the front of her mind.
He relaxed his grip on her neck and Emma was finally able to lift her head up. Her tear stained face was locked in an expression of retching disgust. She forced herself to speak through her now heaving stomach.
“You’ve had what you want. Now, please…Please, let me go.”
“In time. Perhaps when your debt is fully paid.” The realisation that her violation was not yet over caused Emma let out another wrenching sob.
“Now, if you would stand, please, miss,” he said casually.
Emma felt the little remaining strength she would need for any new resistance slip away from her. She had now given up any hope of denying him his full pleasure. Quietly, she stood and faced him. The partial flaccidness that had immediately followed his servicing of her mouth was brief. His cock was rigid again.
“I think a little entertainment is called for, Miss America!” His face split into a smug grin. “A strip show, if you please!”
Emma would not let him see any more tears. She looked at him defiantly as she stood. Trembling fingers reached down to unfasten the remaining buttons of her sun dress. She opened it, slipped it from her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Her already unfastened bikini top quickly followed. She raised a leg and reached for her pump.
“No! Leave your shoes on,” he barked.
Emma placed her foot down. Her arms fell limply to her side. What remained of her modesty was now covered by just her bikini briefs.
“Now your panties,” he gasped.
Emma reached down to the thin tie-cords that held her briefs in place over her hips. Numb fingers tugged the cords open – left then right. The bikini briefs joined the top and sun dress on the floor. The ghost-V of her panty tan line guided his gaze down to her ripe, young labia. His eyes widened with glee. Emma had only fine, fair pubic hair. But she always shaved completely to wear a bikini. Now her grooming was just a bonus to this animal’s lust.
“Allah’s rewards are bountiful today! He has prepared you well for me! Now show yourself fully to me.”
Emma raised her arms to the top of her head and robotically swivelled her hips for him. To Emma’s disgust he started to masturbate.
“Ah…,” he sighed, “you do a good whore-dance!”
The hotel manager took his hand from his rigid penis and stood, straining his weight up with his arms. He moved behind her. He placed his hand on her butt, splayed fingers dug into her flesh.
“Now, to the couch.”
He pushed her forward. The edge of the ottoman met the front of her calves. She raised her ankles to keel on it. He attended her to his preferred positioning. He pushed her shoulders forward so she leant against the raised back. He reached and grabbed her wrists. Pulling them away from her torso he arranging arms fully stretched along the wooden edge. His hands grasped her hips and pulled them up towards him. For his finale, he pushed her knees under her so her exposed womanhood was fully presented.
The sting of a sudden, slicing blow to her right buttock caused her to squeal. Then his palm delivered another. Then another.
“Come, now. If you want to whore my bill with that pretty white cunt, Miss America, I deserve a good look.” Another stroke.
Emma raised her butt. “Good. Now spread your legs wider.” Emma did so. Another, harder, slicing stroke caused her to arch her back.
“That is good. Very good.” He gasped. Emma could feel his eyes burning into her delicate flesh. She knew what was coming next. She felt him approach her. Her labia were parted as his cock-head eagerly searched for her vaginal opening. It found its moist prize quickly and he slid into her with a single thrust. As he settled into his rhythm, she felt the weight of his gut settle on the small of her back and the dampness of his sweat as he folded himself over her.
Emma soon realised that the one small mercy his sating in her mouth had offered – his quickness – was not to be reoffered. Now he was taking his time. His fuck strokes deep, but leisurely. Better to fully appreciate the unique pleasure of a teenage white girl. His hands now found her butt cheeks. He massaged them roughly. Then his fingers spread and parted her cheeks. The sudden coolness of evaporating sweat told Emma that he was helping himself to a good look at her now fully exposed anus. She groaned as she felt his thumb stroke over her puckered sphincter. No, she thought. Not there! She had never even allowed her boyfriend to touch her there. He had not even tried. After making sure it was moist with her juices his thumb forced its way into her rectum.
Oh, God. Please. Not there. Please, don’t let him fuck me there…was the only thought that raced through her mind as he worked her tight ass with his thumb. She almost felt relief as his thrusts into her vagina became more urgent and then, grunting with effort, he finally emptied a fresh load of man- juice deep into her womb.
He pulled out of her. Emma turned to look at him. She drew in her arms preparing to lift herself. Another stroke of his palm stung her buttock.
“I did not give you permission to move!”
“But, you’ve had what you wanted. You said you would let me go…”
“Perhaps I will let you go when I have finished with you. And I have not finished with you yet.”
“Please…,” She whimpered.
“Now, time for the ultimate pleasure…,”
Emma sagged. She knew what he intended. The hope that sodomising her would not be part of his vile demands was now shattered. No resistance was possible as she felt him approach and position the bulbous head of his cock against her puckered ring. Her body felt hollow: An empty, pale, beautiful young flesh-vessel into which he could – he would – empty his dark sex organ at will. The little fight her sphincter presented to his cock broke quickly under his force. Once past, he filled her rectum slowly, twisting and grinding his manhood into her. As he found his desired depth, she felt his heavy scrotum press tight against her vulva.
He raised his left foot onto the ottoman to gain extra purchase as he pleasured himself deeply in her anus. As he did so, he arched over her to grasp greedily at her breasts. He ground himself into her mercilessly, enjoying the special tightness her virgin ass offered. He pace quickened as grunting with pleasure he approached his rut. Then Emma felt the friction of his cock ease as he sprayed his cum and welcome lubrication into her colon. He offered a couple of final thrusts to finish draining himself. She felt him sag and she took his weight for a while as he gathered his breath. Eventually he lifted away from her.
Emma tuned to her side and let her body slip onto the ottoman. She took up a foetal position, her knees lifted to her chin, her arms protective around them. Finally, the tears could flow. Through them she sobbed:
“Please… Now you will let me go…? Please…You’ve done everything…Everything you want with me…to me…Let me go. Let me go, now…Please”
The hotel manager laughed.
“Why the haste, my pretty Miss America? You still have two weeks left. Plenty of time for us to get to know each other even better.” He reached and took her chin in his fingers. He pulled her face up towards his. She tasted his sour breath as he added:
“Why, your vacation has only just begun…”

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Chris and I: Cousins Willing and Reluctant

Alright guys, this is my first crack at this whole sex story thing so comments and suggestions are very welcome. Oh, and there is a bit of setting the whole thing up, but once that is out of the way, it is nothing but hardcore sex. Just keep reading!
Alright, a little background, this is a true story, it involves incest – if that’s not your thing, don’t read it. It’s about two cousins, Sarah, 16 and Chris, 18. Enjoy.
Sarah was super excited. For most of her life her cousin Chris had lived pretty far away from where she was and she hadn’t seen him in four years. But now he was coming near to where she lived for college.
Sarah and Chris had always been pretty close when they were around each other. They enjoyed talking to each other and helping each other out with whatever each needed. Sarah had felt an extra special connection with Chris though, ever since that night four years ago when he had shared with her one of his darkest secrets – Chris had told her that night about how he had fucked a girl back when he was just 14, at his school, in a classroom no less. Sarah at the time, being only 12 hadn’t really thought about sex and all that stuff much, but she just knew that when Chris was telling her that story she felt very good because he was trusting her with that, and she was surprised, she started to have this idea about if she had been the girl that chris had fucked. Sarah had known the basics of sex then, that a guy put his cock in a girl’s slit to make a baby but she hadn’t quite hit puberty fully enough to yet be developed or to have masturbated yet.
Now everything was going to be different. Chris was going to be back around, and Sarah was now a very well developed 16 year old girl who had been through a few boyfriends (she was still a virgin though, she only had gone so far as to do some oral stuff with her last boyfriend, though she had broken her hymen when she was 14 by sticking her hairbrush up her pussy.) Sarah was prepared for sex though, she was on birth control and was quite the horny teenage girl, she had just been waiting – she had always known she wanted her cousin chris to be her first cock in pussy experience.
Finally, the day came. Chris arrived in town and, it being the summer, came to live in the basement apartment of Sarah’s house. Sarah’s parents at first weren’t sure about having a soon to be college student in the house with their teenage daughter but, them being cousins and chris coming from a good christian family like their own (so they thought) it wouldn’t be a big deal.
“Sarah, guess who’s at the front door!” my mom yelled. I immediately knew it was Chris, I had been waiting for him for ages. I flew down the stairs and to the front of the hallway where the door was, and there Chris stood, 6 feet tall, dirty blonde hair with just the right kind of highlights that looked natural but added something really sexy to his flowing, wavy hair. Chris had a strong, defined face and had clearly been working out in the last few years since he had been around, he was chiseled. His tight american eagle shirt showed off every well defined muscle in his torso.
I ran into his arms, screaming, and hugged him tightly. He definitely had been working out, he squeezed me back, very firmly. I felt so at home in his arms.
“Well hello there, Sarah!” Chris sorta laughed, muffled by my face and hair in his face. I stood back from our embrace and looked at Chris again, I saw him do the quickest of looks – you know the typical guy glance up and down they do to see a girl’s assets, you know what I mean. And I knew he wouldn’t be disappointed. I was 5′ 10. Wore a D-Cup and was wearing my tightest shirt and gym shorts that molded to my solid ass. I definitely wanted to impress him first thing.
“You’ve sort of grown up a bit since I last saw you, wow. You’ll always be that little 12 year old girl to me though!” said Chris. I hated that last bit, I wasn’t 12 any more. I was going to show him!
My dad interjected at this point and offered to show chris the way down to his room in the basement. So chris grabbed his stuff and followed my dad down the hall and down the stairs.
My mom looked over at me, “Glad to see your cousin after all these years?” she asked. “Yes of course I am. I’ve missed him.” I replied. “Shame he’s related,” my mom joked. “He is Fine.” “Eeeewww mom.” I hissed. “Don’t be so gross.” “I’m only joking honey” she replied. “Now go get washed up for dinner.”
Several uneventful days passed after this, our family and chris getting caught up and get chris settled into life in the new city. Chris and I hadn’t talked a whole lot but had talked about school and friends and some about our dating lives. He said that he hadn’t dated much, just a couple girls, and nothing too serious. I loved the sound of that. I wanted him all to myself!
I wanted to move our relationship forward from just two cousins who were friends to, what I had been masturbating too for a couple years now, hardcore fuck buddies. I was pretty sure I was in love with him, but I would settle just for being able to be intimate with him if he didn’t return those feelings. Luckily for me, the perfect opportunity presented itself about a week and a half after Chris arrived at my house.
“Honey, your dad and I are going away for the weekend. We haven’t had the chance to have a weekend off by ourselves in a while and we feel that, now that Chris is around and he has a car and everything, he can watch out for you for a bit.” I tried as hard as I could to not sound utterly gleeful. “Oh, okay… yeah I guess that will be fine.” I replied. “Now we’ve already told Chris you aren’t allowed to bring any boys over or throw a crazy party.” my mom teased. Fine by me, I thought to myself, I have the boy I want already over! “I know, I know mom. I wouldn’t do that anyway. But chris is responsible, i’m sure he’ll keep me out of trouble.” “Alright, we’ll we’re heading out, we’ve already cleared this with Chris and he said he would be fine. He should be back in an hour or two.” “You two have fun while we’re gone.”
I looked out the window to make sure that my mom and dad and actually gotten in the car and left. Ah, they were actually gone. Planning time. I needed to setup a situation where I could let Chris know I wasn’t that little girl he thought I was any longer. Ah, perfect – I knew where dad had stashed some of his porn dvds… I could put one of them in and then ask chris if he felt like a movie…
I picked out my sluttiest outfit as well. A tight fitting mini dress that was low cut and ended barely below my nether regions. And I put on my lacy red bra with matching thong. And boy was it a thong. It had so little material, it basically was a string, with a round piece of material where it would cover my asshole and a little bit wider where it very barely covered my slit. I was totally ready for tonight. Right when I finished getting the porn video ready I heard a car pull into the drive way. Ah finally chris was back. He had been out at the gym. He walked in and I said, “Hey, my parents already left but I was thinking pizza and a movie for tonight, sound alright?” he replied “oh yeah sounds great, i’m just going to go take a quick shower.”
Oh, the idea of chris in the shower started some juices flowing already. I am a pretty horny person, especially for girls. I ordered a large pizza and some soda, all the while fantasizing about what Chris looked like in the shower… I imagined him soaping up his muscular body, cleaning his large cock (i imagined it was bigger, I hadn’t seen anything… yet). I couldn’t wait to try and get that cock inside of me. I’d been waiting for this 4 years and wasn’t going to wait too much damn longer.
The pizza arrived right about the same time chris came down wearing some chino shorts and a nice tight shirt that showed off his muscles nicely. We ate some pizza and made small talk, then we went into the den to start the movie. “What movie did you pick?” Asked Chris. “Oh, it’s a bit of a surprise.” I whispered to him. We both sat on the couch and I grabbed the remote and hit play… the opening credits were going and you wouldn’t know it was a porno… I lay my head against one side of the couch and swung my legs up, laying across it so my legs were in Chris’ lap. This positioning had the advantage of allowing chris, when he looked across to me, to see up my dress pretty easily. Something he noticed quickly when he did just that. He slightly blushed, and looked back at the tv. That’s when the porno started in earnest. “What the hell?” Chris looked from the tv to me. “Why are you watching this?” He got up quickly and went out of the room. I heard him heading down the stairs. I quickly stopped the porno and nearly was in tears. My plan definitely wasn’t going like I had hoped. I waited there for a few minutes, panicked, not knowing if I should go downstairs or not. I decided to just go up to my room and change first, then go down to talk to him.
I walked into my room pushed the door so it was open just a crack, habit I suppose, and pulled off my shirt. I had just finished unsnapping my bra, and tears were just starting to trickle down my face, when I heard the door swing open behind me, I turned around, forgetting I had on no bra, and there stood Chris. He looked at me, realized that I was half naked and looked away and started to leave.
“No, wait!” I yelled. I quickly grabbed the shirt and pulled it on. He turned back towards me. “Okay I think we need to talk.” He said quickly, still blushing a bit. But I noticed that his chino pants had a slight tent at the front. “Yeah we do. I’m sorry Chris… it’s just… do you remember all those years ago when you confided in me that story, about having sex with that girl in school?” “Yeah,” he said hesitantly. “Well ever since then, I’ve sorta had a crush on you.” I replied.
“Oh, shit. Sarah, look. You’re beautiful and everything but, we’re cousins. You know this is wrong. It would be incest.” “I know that!” I said defiantly. “But I can’t change how I feel about you. But I am sorry I was so into letting you know that I thought putting on that porno would be good.”
“It’s okay sarah… I mean, I do watch porn. It was just being there with you on the couch and you choosing that and… well I knew that I would end up trying to fuck you and I knew that we were cousins and I didn’t want to risk screwing things up, so that’s why I ran out.”
“… you, you would have fucked me?” I said timidly.
“God damn, yes.” “You are so hot Sarah. I hope you know that. Your body is amazing. And your tight ass… Any guy would want to tap that.”
“Do you really mean that?” I said.
“Yes of course. You are beautiful!” Chris said.
“Oh chris, you don’t know how long i’ve wanted to hear you say that…” “I haven’t even had sex, because I wanted you to be my first.” I semi- whispered, not wanting to be rejected.
“Oh God, sarah. We’re cousins though… but.. I mean my heart says yes but my mind says that is wrong… but, I actually have thought, since that day I told you that – I mean you were the only one I told. I feel like I love you, more than just as cousins.” Chris said all this very fast, looking into my eyes.
“Oh Chris, I love you, so much. I’ve loved you since that night too!” “And i don’t care that we’re cousins. We’re in love, and I want you to have me.” “And I want to give you more pleasure than you’ve ever felt.” I said this more strongly, knowing now that he felt the same way about me.
“Come here.” was all Chris said.
I walked over to him… and just inches from him I paused… then he leaned towards me, and kissed me. and then kissed me again. And then we were making out. Heavily. His hands started to run down my arms, to my sides, down, to my ass. then one hand in from, running across my stomach, down towards my pussy. His hand stopped, cupped just over my pussy. We continued kissing as he slowly steered me towards my bed behind us. We fell onto it and were still kissing as now his hands ran over my chest and cupped by breasts. He felt all around them and squeezed them. God it felt soo damn good. Now I REALLY had juices flowing down there. I could tell the little fabric that was my thong was pretty soaking wet. I broke off the kiss for a moment and pulled on his shirt, upwards. He got the hint.
He quickly pulled his shirt over his head and I got a look at his 18 year old, athletic bod. Damn he was sculpted. As I was taking this in his hands were already on my shirt and pulling it up and over my head. Then it was off, and my breasts were there again, for him to delight in. “Oh damn” chris moaned. “You aren’t that little 12 year old any more.” I was so happy in that moment. His hands now ran all over my exposed breasts, pinching and pulling on them, cupping and bouncing as we kissed. Then he broke the kiss, and his face moved down. And he took my right nipple in his mouth and ran his tongue around it and then sucked on it. Oh god this felt so good. He was so much better than any other boy I had fooled around with before. Then he nibbled on it a bit, painful at first but soo nice. then he switched, doing the same thing to my left nipple and his right hand ran down and again was cupping and rubbing the area of my pussy. Then he moved his hand up to the waist band of the shorts and started to pull them downwards… I helped him eagerly, I pulled them off quickly, nothing left put a tiny string really, between him and my glories. he moved his hands down towards my thong, rubbed the area right to either side of my pussy lips and then, without really having to try, broke my thong. I wasn’t complaining at all. So there it was, my slit for him to see without any cover. He moaned in delight.
As soon as he had broken my thong he started to lick his way down from my forehead, down my nose, across my lips, down my neck, my chest – pausing to lick at each nipple, then down my stomach, swirled around a bit at my belly button, down down, and stopped at the very top of my vagina. he licked all around my slit, teasingly, slowly. I was breathless, and oh so wet. But then I pushed his face away and motioned to his shorts – “Those come off before you get your reward.” I said impishly. He pulled those things off so quickly, boxer shorts and all. There it was, the cock I had been waiting for all these years. And I was not let down. There was a cock that was rock hard, throbbing, and about 8 and a half or 9 inches. It was really thick too. Bigger than any other cocks I had seen, for sure. He moved back towards my pussy, licking around, and now his tongue darted across the folds of my pussy lips. Back and forth – then suddenly, he stabbed his tongue inwards. It breached the lips of my pussy and I felt that foreign object in my wetness. It felt so amazing. then he was back out. I wasn’t about to be teased any longer. I grabbed his stiff rod, pulled it towards me and stuck it in my mouth and started to suck as hard as I could, all the while running my tongue around it and across the head of it. Then I pushed it even further in, making it go down into my throat, and I kept it there until I gagged. Then I did it again. I pulled his cock out now. DAMN it was even a bit bigger. Probably 9 and a half inches and a few inches thick. I knew he was ready now. His head went back down to my pussy and his tongue went in and out about 30 times super quickly. I was sooo damn wet.
“Enough!” I screamed in ecstasy. “I want you in me right this second!! Fuck me with that fucking baseball bat of yours!” And I moved my pussy towards his cock and he moved his cock closer. “Are you totally sure about this?” he asked, lovingly, but breathlessly. “yes i’m sure, and I even already got rid of that damn hymen for you.” He gave me a look. “Not like that, I told you I am a virgin, I stuck a long hairbrush up my pussy when I was 13.” He laughed. “Alright,” he said, “Here I come.” and he stuck his thick rod all the way up my pussy. And even further, It felt like he had extended my pussy more than I even knew possible. I yelled out and moaned in the same moment, it was good no one was around. “OH MY FUCKING GOD THAT FEELS SO DAMN GOOD. KEEP THAT MONSTER COCK IN ME CHRIS!! FUCK ME HARD WITH THAT THING!” and he did.
He pounded in and out of my pussy, I was pretty sure I would have bruises. I could hear his ball sac pounding against my ass as his monster cock pounded and stretched my pussy so much. After about two minutes of this he asked me, still pounding, “are you on the pill, or, I have some condoms downstairs, I could go get one, or two.” he added that last bit with a laugh. “No, i’m on the pill it’s fine. You’re not stopping this, no matter what!!” “I want you to fuck my brains out every single hour of every day from now til I die because you’ve filled me with so fucking much sperm!! hear me damn it! Keep fucking fucking me!!” And he did, he pounded harder. I started screaming and bucking – oh god this was what an orgasm from this felt like – “OH GOD FUCK FUCK FUCK, I’m cumming soo fucking hard!! AHHHH.” I yelled and dug my nails into his back. He just kept on pounding. And I kept orgasming. It felt like I was in one constant orgasm for about a minute. It was so fucking heavenly. And then right as I was coming down from it, something totally unexpected, he stuck one of his fingers in his mouth, and then, quickly, took his wet finger, stuck it in my pussy along with his cock, pulled it out and literally rammed it up my arsehole. I was cumming again with that. “AHHH, OH GOD THAT HURT BUT THAT WAS SOO GOOD!!” I yelled. and he was pounding and moving his finger in my anus and then, boom, I felt something, his hot sperm was splashing all around the inside of my pussy, pump, pump, pump, he blew his steaming load all into me while still fingering my asshole. “AHHH, oh god!! Ohh oh oh.. god.. fuck.” He moaned and yelled while he was still blowing his load. It felt like he was pumping a galleon of sperm into my beaten up pussy. Finally, as he blew his last bit of sperm, he pulled his finger out of my asshole. and started to shakily pull his cock out of my pussy.
“OH my god, that was so fucking good!!” I said to him. “Oh yes it damn well was. You are such a goddess Sarah. Oh god, your pussy is amazing!!” “Oh and i’m sorry about the finger in your asshole, that was something I kinda started doing a year ago and well, i’m just used to it..” He said. “Oh it’s alright, it really hurt but then it made me cum again so hard!” We both just sorta lay there, tired from the really hard fucking we had just been doing, then Chris moved… “Ah, oh god.” He had just stuck 3 of his fingers into my now, very sensitive pussy and was moving them around… then he pulled them out and said, “here, suck on this” moving his fingers towards my mouth… I didn’t really want to suck on this fingers, covered in my juices and his sperm, at first, but then I did and it tasted well, kinda nice. “Oh, that’s not so horrible.” I said.
Then chris started to lick at my pussy, he stuck his tongue in and out and then, it was like he was a fucking vacuum cleaner, he was sucking out my juices and sperm and then he came up from my pussy and started french me again. This turned me on, tasting him and myself on his tongue and in his mouth.
“Oh my God Chris, thank you so much for this. It was soo fucking great.” “We have to keep doing this.”
“Oh yes, we will.” Chris smiled. He had a bit of a strange look in his eye…
We both went and showered – separately, because we needed some time to recharge after all that. Then we went back downstairs to the couch and started up that porno I had put in. I had just picked a random dvd and not paid any attention to what it was… but then it started. This was a porno about going all anal. Chris seemed to be into it but I knew that I was pretty scared of having his monster cock anywhere near my asshole. It had already bruised and stretched my pussy – and my pussy was made for his cock! My poor asshole would be torn to pieces! During the movie chris started stroking me and kissing me, and he pulled me closer. Then his hands again moved into my thong, (I was just wearing a thong, nothing else) and he was fingering me.. then me moved again to my asshole and started to move one of his fingers around the rim and then, again pushed up into it. “Ahh, chris, stop it. I don’t really know about this asshole stuff.” but he didn’t stop.
he kept pushing his finger in and out, and pulled me tighter to him. Then he pulled my thong all the way off and now, now he was trying to stick another finger up there!! “Ahh chris I said stop it! That is tearing up my ass!” Chris now though had a strange look in his eyes, and then I remembered what he had said about watching that porno. He would have fucked me and wouldn’t be able to stop.. that’s what he had said. And unfortunately, he was fixed in on my ass! Chris bear hugged me around my middle and started to carry me down stair to his room. Oh good I thought, away from that anal video, maybe now he will stop… I was mistaken.
He threw me on to his bed and got on top of me. He pinned me down as he fumbled with his right hand in the drawer of the armoire right next to his bed – there he grabbed something.. Oh shit I thought, handcuffs. He snapped one end to my right hand and the other to the frame of the bed. Then the other handcuff he put on my left hand and the frame of the bed. Then he got off me for a second.
“Chris!” i yelled “what are you doing!?”
“I’m going to show you a really great time,” he replied “and I know you wouldn’t let me normally, so sorry but I am going to keep you tied up.” and he grabbed two bungie cords from across the room and used those to tie my feet to the other end of the bed. Now I was totally unable to move around. I was totally at his mercy. My legs were pretty far spread apart and he crawled up towards me and started tongue fucking my pussy again. He did this for about a minute… then he licked down out of my pussy down the lips and now around towards the back and, gasp, he was licking around my asshole! Then his tongue passed right over my asshole and he flicked it back and forth. I was thinking how gross this was and then, wetness, his tongue was now slightly inserted into my asshole. He swirled his tongue around in my ass for a bit, then he removed his face from down there. Again he walked over to the other side of the room and grabbed a bottle of something… He came back over.. “KY Jelly” I could make out on it. Oh Shit. “Chris, what do you think you are doing. I forbid you from putting your fucking cock in my arsehole!! It will hurt me so much!!” He just laughed. He came over and squeezed on the bottle.. a stream of the jelly fell onto his cock and he used his hands to rub it in all over his cock… then he squeezed some all around my ass crack and then started to move it around and it was all around my hole and now, his fingers were rubbing it into my asshole! Then he put the head of the bottle up against my asshole and squeezed, I could feel the cold liquid shooting into my asshole. I shuttered and yelled. “Chris, I said fucking stop it!!”
“Just relax.” he said. “I know what i’m doing!” and now he had his cock up near my asshole and the head of his giant prick was rubbing around the outside of my ass… and then he was pressing up into my asshole… and he was inching in so slowly and I was crying, I was in so much pain, and then he stopped. He was only a bit of the way in but my asshole was so tight, even with the lube, he couldn’t keep going. “Well shit.” he said. “You have the tightest asshole ever, I’m going to love fucking it so much!!” “But first I am going to have to get it ready.” He got off of me and walked into his bathroom that was connected off the room… I heard water running, it sounded like he was filling up a bottle or something… what was he doing, I wondered to myself. Then a couple minutes later he came back in with a bag filled with water connected to a kind of hose thing with a nozzle at the end.
“Oh FUCK NOOOO. Chris, you cannot give me an ENEMA FUCKING NO WAY.” I yelled and thrashed about.
“Just relax, this is good for your body.” Chris calmly replied, a grin on his face… he advanced. I kept thrashing about and tried to make it where he couldn’t get to my asshole but, I was tied so tightly, I couldn’t really move much. He got back on top of me and started to move the nozzle towards my ass. Seeing the nozzle closer I noticed It was like a butt plug, It was made to get in then hook in. I wasn’t going to be able to remove it. He positioned the nozzle against my hole and then, pop – he pushed it all the way it to my ass. Then he kept moving it in further, hose disappearing in the depths of my ass. “Oh FUCK NO, that feels SO FUCKING UNCOMFORTABLE ARRGH.” I hated the feeling. Chris laughed, “oh just wait.”
He placed the bag of water up on the top of the bed posts and then turned a switch at that end of the hose, water started running out of the bag, and a split second later I felt a steady stream pouring into my anus. “OH GODDDD AHHH, OHhhh.” I yelled. I could already feel my ass extending, I saw that my stomach was growing. It was a huge bag of water, several galleons at least. “CHRIS FOR FUCKS SAKE STOP IT PLEASE!!” He didn’t. The bag was half empty by now and my stomach was huge. I looked 5 months pregnant and I was having the worst cramps ever. I was in such pain. Then chris did something horrible. he started poking at my stomach. “AHHHH SHIITTTT FUCKING SHIT GOD AHHH.” It felt so bad. he stopped the water coming in, detached the hose from the nozzle but, the nozzle stayed in, acting like a butt plug.
Then chris repositioned himself so his dick was up near my face and he pushed his dick into my mouth and started throat fucking me. He was ramming his cock into me so hard and that caused my body to jiggle and that made my stomach and anus hurt so much! He throat fucked me for like 2 minutes. Then finally he stopped and pulled out. “Chris, please.” I whispered hoarsely from my sore throat. “Pull out that plug and put me out of this pain!”
“alright” he said “you’ve had that water in you long enough.” He went and got a bucket and lifted my ass and positioned the bucket under it, then he stuck his finger into the loop of the nozzle and pulled. It came out slowly at first but then with a “POP” it came totally out and a mass of brown water and flakes of shit started pumping out of me. It seemed like it was probably 5 or 6 minutes before it all stopped pouring out of me.
“Ah ha” said chris now. “Now you are ready, your asshole will take my cock now.” “Believe me sarah, that may have hurt but you are going to realize that it was all to make you feel amazing.”
He stuck his dick back in my mouth for about 30 seconds, getting it back as hard as it could be. Then he moved back down to near my ass. He looked down and said “Oh wow, your ass hole is so big and clean now Sarah.” And then he stuck his dick right on in. Fully, until his balls slammed against my ass. And I screamed. It hurt like hell at first, but then it felt like heaven. I was cumming by the third time he pounded into me. Oh fucking hell that felt so good. “OHH GOD SARAH!! THANK YOU! Your ass feels SOOO FUCKING GOOD MILKING MY COCK OH!! he pounded my ass raw for about 8 minutes and then finally, I nearly passed out from all the cumming, he came. And boy did he come. By the time he was done huge things of cum were already running out of my spent asshole.
By the end of that day I had cum probably about 50 times, and I had been taught that sex was the greatest thing ever. And that sex with Chris was the greatest thing ever, times a million.
“I have something even better planned for tomorrow.” chris whispered into my ear late that night as we were laying in bed.
“Oh, I can’t fucking wait!” I smiled back. My pussy twitching in anticipation.

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Mom gave me everything

I was a spoiled kid, mom gave me just about anything I wanted. I was 13 when her and dad divorced, with dad out of the picture mom really had no one to stop her spoiling me.

Digital Chains, Chapter 4: An Acquired Taste

(Note: Sorry about the break. I got a girlfriend, and she’s been keeping me kind of busy. Also, due to popular request [sort of], I’m bringing Casper back. Bestiality haters can go now, but I can guarantee that there won’t be any more dog-fucking in future chapters [sorry, bestiality lovers])
-MercilessHound666 has signed on-
MercilessHound666: Good evening, my pet.
Me: Good evening, Master.
MercilessHound666: And how was your day?
Stacie’s life belonged a man that she’d never truly met. His name was B. Hound, according to the return address on the birthday present that he’d sent her. To her, he was simply Master, or ‘sir’ for simplicity.
Me: It was fun, sir
She liked being his pet. He was a reasonable man, for what it was worth, and never asked her to do anything too uncomfortable. His television ban might have been as upsetting as when he’d had her dog, Casper, take her cherry. Well, not exactly, but that had taken more getting used to.
MercilessHound666: You went to the amusement park, right? What rides did you go on, pet?
But sometimes he was just sadistic. He knew that the amusement park was not what she wanted to talk about, but she had no choice but to go along with his charade. She told him in detail, at his insistence, about each and every ride, until at last he changed the subject to the thing that was most pressing in her mind.
MercilessHound666: How do like your newest gift? Is it a good fit?
Me: It’s a little big for my tastes, sir.
MercilessHound666: Don’t worry, you’ll grow into it. Did anybody notice it?
Me: Melanie asked me if I was feeling alright after the car ride, sir.
MercilessHound666: Oh, dear. Anything you’d like to tell me?
Sometimes, he was really sadistic.
Me: I came without permission, sir.
He didn’t reply. Instead, she got a pair of requests. She quickly accepted them both and sent her own to avoid incurring too much of his anger. In moments, she was looking at his face. To anyone else, he would have looked pleased- almost elated. She knew better, and shrank with fear.
“You look nice. Very cute,” he said pleasantly, still smiling at her.
“Thank you, Master,” Stacie replied. She was wearing a short blue skirt and a white tank top, and her blonde hair was tied up into pig tails. She looked like a perverted mockup of a twelve year old schoolgirl, complete with her slight figure, but one thing was for certain- it was adorable. Of course, he’d known that before he’d told her to wear it.
“How about you take off your panties? When you’re done, show me your ass. I want to make sure you actually wore it.”
“Yes, sir.” She stood up a little ways from the camera so that it could catch her partial strip. Then she got on her hands and knees with her ass towards the camera.
“I guess it really was a tight fit,” he said. Stacie closed her eyes in shame. What he was referring to was a transparent plug that was inside her asshole. Yesterday had been her birthday, and with that had come a plethora of sexual toys from him. There had also been a smaller box that she’d been told to open in the morning, which she, of course, had. She’d had the butt plug inside of her since then, and now she suspected that he could see straight inside of her with it, despite how narrow it was at the point where her sphincter closed down on it.
“Yes, sir,” she replied simply.
“Good to know. Now then, what were you saying before?”
Stacie froze, but only for a second. If she kept him waiting, he’d repeat himself, and that sort of thing never ended well for her. “I came without permission today, sir,” she said, loudly and clearly.
His tone didn’t change. “Really, now? When was this?”
“On the roller coaster, sir.”
“What made you cum?” he asked, his sweet voice taking on a distinctly more sadistic tone. His pet opened her mouth a few times, although he couldn’t see it, and since she was taking too long, he needed to prompt her. “Stacie?”
“Sorry, sir. Having the plug in was just so embarrassing, I couldn’t help from cumming, sir.”
“What a pretty lie,” he said, chuckling. “Now turn around and tell me the truth.”
There was nothing pleasant about his voice now. Stacie slowly turned around to face him. He wasn’t visibly angry. He wasn’t visibly anything. His face was devoid of emotion, which terrified her more than if he was obviously furious. She swallowed hard, trying to get the words out of her mouth. “It… it was the plug, sir. I… I came…”
“You came from your ass?”
Stacie bit her lip. She didn’t like using the phrase, but it was the one best suited to her situation. “Yes, sir, I came from my ass,” she said, embarrassed.
“Good girl. See how much better it is to be honest? You may take it out now.”
Stacie bowed to him. “Thank you, sir,” she said promptly, and moved to obey. It was a fairly difficult task compared to getting it in- the graduation was a lot sharper at the base, but with the help of her rectal muscles, she got the two inch wide intruder out of her asshole. Without it inside of her, she felt incredibly empty.
“Now clean it,” she heard. She looked at him in shock.
“What?”
“There’s no point to you having toys if you won’t keep them in good shape. Clean it. With your mouth.”
Stacie cringed, but started licking the plug anyway. It was horrible. There wasn’t another decent word for it, considering where it had been all day. At least he couldn’t make her do anything more disgusting.
Unfortunately, he was fond of proving her wrong. “Suck it,” he said, and although she was horrified by the idea, she did so, taking the entire plug into her mouth. He smiled at her. “You look good like that,” he commented, referring to the mix of revulsion, pleading, and general whorishness on her face. This brought about a blush, as he knew it would, completing the picture.
“Now go to the bathroom. Clean yourself out again. Oh, and fetch Casper while you’re at it.”
Stacie bowed her head to him. “Yesh, shir,” she muttered around the plug. “Shir, ‘ay I-?”
“No. Go.” He knew her almost too well, anticipating and shooting down her request to rid herself of the plug before she was even able to get the question out. He watched sternly as she leaned over the computer and caused his view of the room to rotate, giving him a clear view of most of the room, and most importantly the door. His expression didn’t change when she pulled out a small box from its hiding place and pull an item out of it. It didn’t change until she had crawled out the door to fulfill his commands. He smiled.
By the time she’d gotten to the bathroom, Stacie had gotten the plug clean, so its sole remaining purpose for being in her mouth was to humiliate her, and it was working. Despite how many times she’d crawled through her home completely naked, doing the same with just her panties missing and a butt plug in her mouth felt like a whole new low. She could feel her pussy getting damp almost immediately- it was like her very first time, when she’d been made to sneak into her parents’ bedroom for a length of yarn. But this time she didn’t have to be quite so obvious, which was a relief. If she’d been told to go in there with the plug in her mouth, she might have balked. She would have taken any punishment, just to keep her parents from seeing her as what very well might appear to be an anal whore. There was one other difference as well- since this morning, her pubic hair was entirely shaved off instead of merely trimmed.
But she didn’t need to, so she closed the door behind her and looked at the item in her hands. She’d used it this morning, too. It was a memory that was going to be difficult to forget, for sure.
She stood up- shakily, since her ass was still recovering from the plug.
Last night, she’d broken one of his core rules- she’d been late to their daily chat. It had only been three minutes, but he’d promised punishment.
She set the item on the counter and turned on the faucet, making sure to get warm water and let it fill the sink.
A note inside of her gift box had instructed her on what that punishment was. The fact that he’d expected her distraction had seemed almost too cruel.
Once the sink was full, she picked the small plunger up again and filled it.
Use it on yourself two times without releasing, and then once more for every minute you kept me waiting, he’d written. She had already been in pain when she was just forcing the fourth shot into her system.
She then set the plunger on the toilet lid and carefully sat down on it, feeling the liquid as it slowly filled her rectum.
The five minutes that he’d ordered her to wait before releasing had been nothing short of hell.
Tonight, however, her enema was not intended strictly as punishment. If it had been, he would have been more specific. Because of this, she was able to just use one shot at a time until the water that came back out was clear. She did it one more time just to be sure and flushed it all down. She emptied the sink out as well before going back to her hands and knees. Now that she’d finished with that unhappy chore, she was off to complete another, far more familiar one. Casper followed her without hesitation, sniffing at her pussy all of the way back to her room.
“You may take it out now,” she heard. She had to think for a second before she realized what he was talking about. She took the plug that she’d gotten used to out of her mouth.
“Thank you, sir,” she said automatically as it popped out.
Her master nodded his approval. She allowed herself a small smile despite her fear at that moment. He didn’t plan to disappoint. “Strip now,” he ordered. “Don’t bother with a show tonight. Then get the green dildo and get it inside of you. I’d say you’re wet enough, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes, sir,” Stacie replied, blushing hotly. It wouldn’t have been half as embarrassing, she knew, if he hadn’t been absolutely correct. She was practically dripping already, so even the ten inch beast that was her green dildo wouldn’t have any problem getting inside. She pulled her top and skirt off quickly and scampered to where she kept her toys.
She shoved the green dildo into her pussy quickly enough to make it uncomfortable, but she didn’t want to stall. Her master always asked for a show. The fact that he specifically instructed her otherwise tonight didn’t bode well for her. She straightened up as soon as she was able to and scampered to stand in front of the camera.
He admired his prize. The small blonde girl was a wonderful example of youthful beauty, but that wasn’t what he loved about her. What excited him more than her body was the moment. This moment, where she stood nervously, waiting for her next instructions. He decided to give her a small break.
“Your pussy is full, your ass is clean, and Casper is here. Do you know what’s going to happen?” her master asked his tone seemingly curious. If Stacie didn’t know him so well, she might have actually suffered a hope of being able to escape this night with only as much shame as she’d already gone through.
“Yes, sir,” she replied, fighting not to look away.
“Do you want it?” he asked then.
Stacie almost replied yes, but remembered why she was in this position in the first place. “No, I don’t, sir.”
He smiled at her. She’d passed that test, but it didn’t change much. “Will you take it?”
“Yes, sir.” Her answer was automatic, without any hesitancy.
“Why?”
At this, she faltered. She knew the reason like she knew herself. The words were difficult, though. “B-because… You’re… I’m… I’m yours, Master. I’ll do whatever you want.”
He could hear the honesty in her voice, but he wasn’t going to let her off so easily. “So you’ll obey my rules?” he asked.
“Yes, sir.”
“Only cum when I tell you to?”
Stacie nodded emphatically. “Yes, sir.”
“Not LIE to me?”
Stacie’s knees almost buckled. His tone was so strong that it had physically jarred her. “Yes, sir.”
He stared hard at her for another minute before speaking again. “Since you’re going to take it anyway, you might as well ask for it,” he said.
Stacie relaxed a bit. He didn’t seem angry anymore. “That’s right, sir,” she said, actually glad to be back on this subject. “May I have Casper fuck my ass, sir?”
His smile grew. “Oh, no, my pet. You can do better than that.”
She nodded slowly and got down on her knees. “May I please have Casper fuck my ass, Master?”
The puppy dog eyes were a nice touch, he thought to himself. But… “Patience. You need to get ready first. Lube your ass and make sure he’s wet.”
“Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.” She walked back to the box and, sure enough, Casper followed right behind her. He didn’t like it when she made him wait. While she was squirting lube into her hand, he was starting to nip at her thighs- not trying to hurt her, of course, but still making it clear that he was getting impatient.
She pushed him down and dropped down to her knees. ‘Make sure he’s wet’ could only mean one thing. The hand that had the lube on it reached behind her thoroughly slick her asshole. The other reached out for his cock. She then slowly leaned forward until she was propping herself up with her elbow, and took it into her mouth.
It wasn’t the first time she’d done this. Almost immediately after Stacie had lost her virginity, her master had suggested- as if anything that he said was merely a suggestion- that she learn how to give a blowjob. Since then, she’d swallowed quite a lot of cum, so she was led to assume that her technique was pretty good.
Tonight, however, the point was to simply get him wet, so she was fairly sloppy compared to her normal method. Besides that, the only thing that she had to worry about was keeping Casper from getting too excited. If he came or even knotted before he was inside of her, she’d surely be punished for it. Concentrating was just a little difficult, though. She could almost convince herself that sticking her lubed finger in her ass felt good.
“That should be enough,” her master said, causing her to look up briefly. Only briefly, though. She didn’t even need prompting for this next part. She got on all fours and offered her ass to her dog. He never needed prompting. He mounted her without hesitating.
For a few agonizing seconds, he thrusted aimlessly at her backside, even hitting her dildo a few times. But when he finally entered her ass, her master was able to tell immediately by the way that her face contorted in discomfort.
“How is it?” he asked, his calm voice a strange kind of counter to the jackhammer thrusts that Casper was using.
“It… hurts, sir,” Stacie choked out.
“Do you feel full?”
“Yes, sir.”
“How full?”
“So, so full… ugh… Master…”
“Personally, I think that the dildo was a nice touch. I’d thought of several other methods that could have kept him from going in the wrong- sorry, the ‘right’ hole, you know. Do you know why I didn’t choose any of them?”
Stacie was barely able to even understand what he was saying at that point. In the middle of his speech, Casper had begun knotting inside of her, so all that she to get out in response was in the form of grunts and moans.
“I can tell you’ve got a lot on your mind at the moment, so I’ll excuse your rudeness in not replying and just tell you. It was so that you could get the experience of being dee-peed- that’s double-penetrated, in case you didn’t know. I’d assume you do, but then, it’s foolhardy to make assumptions.”
Her processing ability was nearly gone at that point. The pain, if she even claim to continue calling it that, had almost completely overtaken her. Her body was treating everything as pure sensation, broken only by the still-present attachment to her master.
“I do hope you appreciate it,” he continued. “I considered using a rabbit- one that stimulates your clitoris too- but you and I both know that I can only be so kind. If I only had you to do things that you enjoyed, I’d be a bad owner, now wouldn’t I? It would just be spoiling you, and it would be no different than if I let you be on your own. And I’m sure by now you can be appreciative of hav-”
“Master,” Stacie gasped. “Cum.” If she had been in more control of herself, she might have felt shame at being driven to orgasm, but for the moment, all that she wanted was release.
He hated making things easy for her. “You’re going to have to be more clear than that. Full sentences might help.”
It was the same demand that he made in any other situation. Her response came as naturally as breathing. “Master, may I please cum?”
Several more seconds passed silently but for the sound of Casper and her own guttural moans. “Are you planning to finish that question?”
“Sorry, Master,” Stacie stammered, buying time for her few active brain cells to figure out what she did wrong. “May I please… cum…” She was getting so close it was unreal. She was going to cum “from my ass?”
“That’s it. Now cum for me.”
Casper came first, pumping his semen into her rectum. Just a moment earlier, and her orgasm would have been almost unavoidable, and she would have been being disobedient. Because of his release now, however, she was glad of it, because it pushed her even further off the edge. Or orgasms overlapped until all that she could feel or think was pleasure, and when they ended, she was just a girl with a dildo in her pussy and a dog knotted in her ass. She felt wonderful.
“It’s not so bad now, is it?” her master asked, and she felt another wash of pleasure. He was pleased. But he obviously wasn’t looking for an answer, since he kept talking. “Get your plug before he can pull out. I don’t want to see a drop come out.”
“Yes… sir.” Casper had already turned around so that they were ass-to-ass, so in order to reach her plug, she actually had to drag him a little bit with his knot pulling at her sphincter. It was made more difficult considering that she was weak from climax and he was a big dog, but she did manage to reach it and place it below his cock before he was able to pull out. The instant that he did, she pushed the plug in, pushing his cum back inside and trapping it there.
“That’s a good girl. I’m so proud. Now you’ll keep that inside you until you wake up in the morning, understood?”
“Yes, Master.”
“You may take the dildo out,” he said, and she immediately complied. “When Casper’s done, take him out of your room, and then get some sleep. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“I love you, Master,” Stacie murmured.
He smiled. “I love you, too.”
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