Discipline

Fiction

For The Love of Daddy

This is an ENTIRELY gfictional piece of work about a father pushed beyond his limits by an unruly daughter. If you do NOT like incest stories, look elsewhere for something to read.

Fiction

“Breaking Chloe in”

“Breaking Chloe in”
Copyright of Dark Matter
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Chloe’s eyes welled up with tears as a salami-sized penis slowly pushed inside her vagina. Most 15 year old girls were fast asleep, or fantasizing about kissing their imaginary prince charming. Instead, Chloe was having forced sex with her mother’s boyfriend.
It was only the second time that the 40 year old prison guard had skewered her lamb meat. His physical presence completely dominated the girl. Chloe stood at 4ft 11in, with a girlish pear-shaped figure. The perpetrator was 6ft tall, with tattoos and rugged male features.
Chloe’s muscle tube clamped down on the prison guard’s penis. It was a feeble attempt to prevent the progress inside her belly. The instinctive self defensive mechanism – and the contractions of her vaginal muscles – only added to his pleasure.
A steady stream of tears flowed down Chloe’s cheeks by the time he reached the end of her tunnel. Chloe welcomed a few moments of relief as he paused to compose himself. Her strawberries-and-cream complexion had turned bright red with the stress.
Chloe closed her eyes to minimise what was happening, but was still left with the sounds and smells. A wet squelching noise escaped from between her legs as the older man calmly pumped in and out. Her partner knew that he had to take it easy, as the extra tightness had almost caused him to finish prematurely during their first time.
The small bed squeaked in rhythm with the humping motions of the 220 pound male. The chorus was completed with repeated whimpers and sobs coming from Chloe’s gaping mouth; the sounds of quietly being broken in. Chloe wasn’t allowed to cry out loud during the older man’s visits (he was very keen to stop Chloe’s mother finding out). When her sobbing got a little too loud she was told to ‘SHHHHH!!!” She was forced to stay quiet, despite the severe physical and emotional stress.
The bedroom was also filled with the older man’s odour – alcohol, cigarettes and body odour – along with the natural smells from their sexual coupling.
***Losing Chloe’s virginity***
Chloe’s 15th birthday party was just about perfect. Just close family and friends, and a giant birthday cake. Her mother’s boyfriend had even bought her a new cell phone. It was actually the best birthday present that Chloe received on her 15th birthday.
In the months leading up to the birthday party, some of the playful flirting with her mother’s boyfriend had begun to take a more serious tone. While she had occasionally flirted back, she had not recognised the potential dangers if things escalated.
A few months out from Chloe’s birthday, things took a sinister turn. She was cornered by her mother’s boyfriend in the kitchen, where he made a direct proposition. Chloe was washing up the dishes when he grabbed one of her soft spongy arse cheeks. He told her in a hushed voice that they would have sex when she was “ready for it”.
In the early hours after her birthday party, she was woken by the sound of her mother’s boyfriend entering her bedroom and locking the door. She was trapped. Chloe lay still in her bed, paralysed with fear. Her mother had drunk several glasses of wine (more like 2 bottles) and had passed out, so there was no one to help.
The imposing man stood in the middle of the bedroom, undid his zipper, and pulled his pants and boxer shorts down in one swift motion. The first sight of his bulky cock and balls caused Chloe’s heart to sink, and her stomach churned. A fat pork sausage with a big circumcised head was hanging down from his crotch. She remembered overhearing her mother calling him “Horse” and “Horse Dick” a couple of times. A large meaty sack hung from the hairy base of his cock.
“W…w…what are you doing”, she asked Horse in a shaky voice. Horse raised an index finger to his lips as he approached the bed, “shhhhhhh”. Chloe knew full well what he was doing.
Horse wasted no time. His quick movements took the teen by surprise. Within moments he was leaning over the bed and the blankets were pulled down. Like every other night, Chloe was wearing only a t-shirt and pair of plain cotton panties to bed. Her small pubic mound stared invitingly up at Horse. Horse reached down with both hands and peeled the girl’s underpants from underneath her hips. “No…no…please…no…” was all that Chloe could manage. The protests had no effect and the panties were quickly peeled down her thighs.
It all happened so quickly that there was no time for evasive action or self defence from the startled girl. She had no idea what to do. Mild shock had set in.
When he had said they would have sex when she “was ready”, Chloe imagined they’d have a strange conversation one day, or that they’d talk it over. She’d even rehearsed some lines to politely decline him when the moment came, to tell him that she was “very flattered, but that it wouldn’t be right”. Naively, Chloe had assumed the whole way along that she would at least have the choice, the final say on whether he could have her – a simple NO!
A feeling of relief washed over Horse when he saw soft pubic hair sprouting from Chloe’s cunt. There was a black tuft at the bottom of her lips that was a bit thicker. Among the hair, Horse could easily make out the pair of lips that was waiting for his attention. The hair was proof enough; according to Horse, she was ready for sex.
Chloe just lay still. She experienced a flashback to the scuffles she’d heard from her mother’s bedroom. Horse would come home drunk on a Friday or Saturday night. Sometimes a heated argument broke out. And there were the times she’d heard the sounds of forced sex. Her mother would sometimes cry for an hour or more during the prolonged sessions in the bedroom next door. She remembered how her mother’s bed creaked throughout.
Horse spread the teen girl’s legs open and took up his position to mount Chloe. She begged again for him to stop. “Please no…please, please, please…no-no..Please don’t.” Horse ignored Chloe’s begging again, “SHHHHHHHH!!” In the wink of an eye the big mushroom head was probing the middle of Chloe’s lips. But Chloe was completely dry. Even after several attempts to get Chloe’s body to respond, the small patch of hair did not yield any moisture.
In frustration he stood up and decided to change tack and “switch ends”. He muttered something about Chloe’s tight hole and resigned himself to the possibility that oral sex might have to do. Horse had his young sex student sit on the side of the bed. With his left hand, he introduced the head of his penis to her mouth, while his right hand encouraged her mouth to open for him. She could barely stretch her jaws wide enough to take the helmet of his penis inside her mouth.
Chloe gagged as she inhaled the musky smell coming from his cock and balls. She felt sick when she tasted the male saltiness. Horse enjoyed the hot moist sensation of Chloe’s mouth and tongue. Her inexperienced lips and teeth dragged across the sensitive skin of the mushroom head, adding to his pleasure. For a change, he didn’t mind teeth on his cock. It felt incredible with Chloe’s tongue also rubbing against the sensitive underside of his helmet.
Before long, Horse’s thoughts returned to the sweet little slit that he’d seen. He knew that he had to have it. One way or another, he was going to get inside Chloe.
Horse remembered that a bit of saliva had sometimes helped to lubricate Chloe’s mother. It had especially come in handy during the torrid Friday night sessions. He spat a generous amount of saliva on his fingers and reached down under Chloe’s crotch to get at the small lips between her thighs. He expertly rubbed the saliva up and down between the fleshy folds in the middle of Chloe’s crotch.
Horse continued to rub at Chloe’s pussy with his right hand, while his left hand guided Chloe’s head back and forward on the head of his cock. Before long, Chloe’s mouth had cleaned the all the saltiness away from the head of Horse’s penis. Her mouth filled with a disgusting taste, but she knew to keep sucking and licking.
It took about 5 minutes but Chloe’s cunt finally yielded some moisture. She wasn’t exactly dripping wet, but Horse figured it was enough to get started. His confidence soared. He pulled out of her mouth and made Chloe lie down on the bed.
A second portion of saliva was rubbed onto the head of the pork sausage, before Horse returned to his position between the frightened girl’s legs. He lowered his hips to align the eye of his penis with her opening. Horse moved in for the kill and pressed the head of his penis against the moistened lips. With a little light pressure, the helmet of Horse’s cock nestled snugly between the cunt lips. A first squeal of sexual pain escaped from Chloe’s mouth.
Penetration inside the girl did not come easily. Every few seconds Horse had to subtly change the angle of his hips to edge the head of his swollen cock back and forward. Horse’s technique helped him to slowly make progress inside, about a half inch or so at a time.
Horse felt an extra sweet resistance as he broke through her hymen, and he enjoyed the squeal of pain that came with it. From the perspective of a horny 40 year old male, taking Chloe’s virginity was the most intense pleasure he had ever experienced.
In sharp contrast, the pain for Chloe was excruciating. The friction of the old man rubbing against her flesh was intense. From Chloe’s perspective she felt as if she was being ripped open.
Chloe squirmed underneath Horse’s heavy body. The walls of her vagina burned each time he pushed in and pulled out. Horse’s walnut-sized balls rubbed against the mattress as his hips moved back and forward. In the months to come, the big meat sack hanging from the base of his cock would fill Chloe many times.
Chloe flinched when Horse finally ejaculated. She lay trembling on the bed after her mother’s boyfriend had finished his business. Her introduction to sex was easily the worst event of her short life.
Horse enjoyed a post coital pee while Chloe lay in bed. A musky clam smell rose up from his cock. When he looked down to aim his cock at the toilet bowel, he saw traces of Chloe‘s blood along his pork sausage – it confirmed that he had claimed her virginity. A wave of pride swept over him with the knowledge that he had been the first to have the girl.
After months of fantasizing and planning, he had finally deflowered Chloe – the girl of his sick and twisted dreams. To celebrate, he downed some shots of his best whisky from the liquor cabinet. The whisky he saved for special occasions.
***Punishment***
The day to day outlook for the teen girl depended entirely on Horse’s plans each night. Chloe lost nights of sleep and began to slip behind in school work. After almost 4 months, one night Chloe decided to fight back. She shoved at Horse’s heavy body to push him away, and clamped her creamy white thighs together as tight as she could. She cupped one of her hands over her crotch to protect herself and used her other hand to try and keep her panties on.
Horse’s response to Chloe’s resistance was decisive, and brutal – a hard slap to Chloe’s face, and she was promptly dragged by the arm down to the basement. The teenage girl was promptly stripped naked and forced down onto her hands and knees on the spare mattress in the basement.
To muffle Chloe’s sounds, the pair of pink cotton panties she’d been wearing was stuffed in her mouth. The physical domination aroused Horse further. His rough hands grabbed her hips and he immediately impaled her petite body from behind.
The move to the basement had made Chloe’s plight much worse. The girl was soon blubbering and snivelling. From time to time she let out a muffled animal shriek. It turned Horse on to sense the pain that he was inflicting on the teen girl. It was a delicious spice that added flavour to Horse’s favourite dish. Horse liked to use his sexual potence as a weapon against Chloe. The whole process of penetrating Chloe, through to marking his territory inside her, was all part of his domination of the girl. It was not so much the pain itself, but the feeling of absolute control and domination.
Chloe’s body jolted as Horse continued to pummel her from behind. Every so often he gave her a hard smack on her arse cheeks, until there were bright red finger marks all over the spongy white flesh. The fatty flesh wobbled on Chloe’s arse each time his groin smacked into her rump. When Horse slowed down to compose himself for a few seconds, he admired the light brown skin around the rim of her anus; naturally smooth, soft and hairless. Perfect. The thought had crossed his mind to graduate to anal sex, but he knew that her back entrance would be way too small to take him. That would have to wait until Chloe was a bit older.
Once Horse felt that he’d made his point, she was instructed to take her position on her back, in preparation for his climax. A wave of relief swept through Chloe once she realised the worst of it was over. Her body started to release feel-good hormones in the wake of the trauma. Horse slowed his movements inside her belly. The steady pace towards the end of the ordeal was almost sensual compared to what had come before.
Horse’s climax didn’t take long to arrive. The panties were first removed from Chloe’s mouth so that Horse could hear her all of her noises while he came. Her breathing became ragged and she let out howls of discomfort as Horse helped himself to another intense orgasm. After he pulled out of her sticky hole, Chloe noticed small spots of her blood on his shaft and on the big purple head of his penis. Small tears had developed along her vaginal walls. The bruising from the sexual onslaught would hurt for 2 or 3 days afterwards.
The night in the basement changed things. It changed Chloe. She came dangerously close to slipping into a downward spiral. Fortunately her survival instincts kicked in. She later came to the conclusion that there was nothing she could do to change the situation. The brutal lesson in the basement ensured she would never resist the bedroom duties again. As Horse had put it, Chloe belonged to him; and he would have her whenever he wanted. She dutifully provided access to her body whenever Horse wanted or needed.
*** In heat***
Once Chloe had conceded her fate, she did her best to console herself and get through the rigours of her new life. It’s fair to say that Horse’s actions changed most aspects of Chloe’s life.
The teenage girl gave up on the dreams of meeting a guy, especially after Horse convinced her mother that Chloe was “far too young to date”. Horse was determined to keep Chloe to himself.
After several months of servicing Horse’s needs, Chloe’s perspectives on love, sex, and relationships, changed completely. The situation with Horse was her only benchmark when it came to the opposite sex, and the frequent intercourse with the older man was the only thing she knew. Chloe was virtually brainwashed into feeling a sense of normality about her circumstances. In the end, she resigned herself to the sexual arrangements with Horse. Ironically, despite losing most of her faith in the opposite sex, Chloe’s relations with Horse became a case of “better the devil you know”. And on the rare occasions she wanted sex, she didn’t have to wait long for Horse to provide it.
When Chloe finally spilled the beans about her “older guy” to her circle of girlfriends, she was met with complete disbelief. But her graphic – and somewhat detailed – explanation of some of her experiences convinced everyone. The group of girls was split on whether Chloe’s stories about unprotected sex were “gross” or “hot”; her stories about receiving Horse’s sticky cream pies were met with gasps and giggles. Chloe enjoyed the tiny taste of notoriety.
Horse even bought Chloe a brand new bed (to stop the midnight squeaking). Chloe’s mother was incredibly grateful for his generosity – maybe he was even father material! Although, Chloe’s mother was perplexed by all of the yellow and brownish stains on the old mattress (she had no idea that most of them were cum stains, along with a few blood stains). The new bed was an oversized king single with a top of the range mattress. Very expensive. But Chloe wasn’t fooled; she knew it was just another tool to facilitate the dirty old man’s secret visits to her bedroom. When Chloe’s mother wasn’t looking, she sarcastically poked her tongue at Horse. He smiled wryly. The beautiful white bed was duly christened later that night.
Chloe was still very confused about what the situation meant for her in the longer term. She had always been incredibly insecure about her prospects after high school. There were no plans to go on to college or university. Study wasn’t exactly Chloe’s strong point. In fact, there were no plans at all beyond high school. Chloe figured she might pick up a retail job. But even then, she knew that a decent job could be hard to come by. She had her pretty looks, and that was about it.
Chloe still day dreamed occasionally that she might find someone special to take care of her, if Horse ever decided to move on. But if things didn’t work out well, Chloe figured that she’d have to stay on and live with Horse and her mother. In the worst case scenario, she knew that Horse could be the meal ticket for both Chloe and her mother. So she tried to treat Horse well when she could.
Despite having intercourse 2 or 3 times a week – sometimes more – the teen girl miraculously avoided falling pregnant. They had never once used a condom. Horse had forbidden any form of contraception. Their emotions with each menstrual cycle couldn’t have been further apart. Incredible relief swept through Chloe when she started to bleed each month. Increasingly, she had become stressed about the likelihood of falling pregnant. However, it was an insult to Horse’s manhood. Why hadn’t she fallen pregnant? Again?! He wondered if she was taking the pill, even though he had instructed her not to.
But nature is never to be underestimated. One Saturday morning, about 6 months after Chloe lost her virginity, her mother made one of her big family breakfasts. Chloe was still feeling hazy from a long sleep. She felt a bit funny in her tummy, and a bit funny “down there”. A quick check with a hand mirror before breakfast revealed the clear sticky stuff that sometimes appeared there.
The feeling of the stickiness distracted the teen girl at the breakfast table. Not knowing what it was. She didn’t understand why it happened. Chloe didn’t even want Horse’s advances most of the time, so why was she so wet sometimes? And without any reason!? It made her feel dirty and a little horny all at the same time.
After lunch, Chloe’s mother slipped into avoidance mode and disappeared to do the weekly food shopping. Things had been a bit awkward around the house and her mother didn’t know why; or what to do. That left Chloe all alone with Horse. It had been almost a week since he’d had enjoyed her lamb meat. She started to wonder – hope – that he might have even lost interest. She was snapped out of her day dreaming when an order was barked at her from the bathroom, “Chloe, come in here”. Clearly, he hadn’t lost interest.
Minutes later, Chloe lay still on a big white towel on the bathroom floor. Horse spread shaving cream over the patches of prickly regrowth around Chloe’s pubic area. He started by shaving the sparse stubble above her lips, before shaving Chloe’s bikini line. Next, he slowly shaved inwards towards her vulva. He took care and used deft little strokes as he shaved the full length of her lips.
Chloe’s outer lips were surprisingly generous and plump, and her hips were also starting to fill out nicely with puberty. She looked very inviting. Her inner labia were neatly tucked away inside her cunt, out of sight. The fat outer lips were neatly folded together and looked like a delicious butterfly cupcake, ready to be piped with cream. In fact, Chloe even preferred the shaved look to the yucky black hairs. And it also happened to feel good when her underpants rubbed against the bare skin.
Despite the best efforts to ignore all the attention being given to her pubic mound, extra blood had started flowing to the area. All of the touching and rubbing during shaving had worked to sensitize Chloe’s genitals. Chloe sensed that her private parts were responding to the attention (without her permission).
Her pussy tingled as Horse paused to inspect the fleshy rose bud a little closer. A tiny glint of moisture had caught his attention as he wiped away some spots of shaving cream with a towel. The full extent of the moisture was revealed once the chubby outer lips were spread a little.
Horse’s index finger dabbed at the little hole at the centre of Chloe’s inner flaps. Chloe’s genitals tingled even more. When Horse pulled his finger away from the little hole, it produced a sticky spider web. The syrup oozing from between her freshly shaved lips was tacky and clear. Horse’s penis began to stir straight away. Immediately, he guessed that it could be Chloe’s fertile time.
“Sugar tits, I think you’re in heat…” Horse announced. Chloe looked blankly up at him. He went on to explain, “…you know, your body is getting ready to make a baby.” A rush of adrenaline surged through Chloe when she heard Horse’s discovery. Despite her own ignorance, Horse had been able to see straight through her to the most intimate secrets.
Horse’s penis sprang up as he undid his pants. He leaned down and brushed the hair away from Chloe’s face. His other hand was already stroking his cock in preparation for Chloe, “time for some baby-making sweetie.” Chloe blushed. She knew that he meant it. A few weeks earlier she had experienced an anxiety attack about falling pregnant. “What happens if I get pregnant?” she had asked in a trembling voice. Horse’s reply came with a wry smile, “well you’ll be pushing my baby out in 9 months”. He waited a minute before adding, “We’ll get a place together and start a family”.
It was hard for the 15 year old girl to process the fact that Horse wanted her to produce a baby. Chloe read everything she could find on the internet, from conception to child birth. She became obsessed with knowing everything about pregnancy. She needed to know, in case she fell pregnant. The teen girl’s research did nothing to help her fears about child birth itself. But the pictures of big bellies, and babies developing inside the womb, only added to Chloe’s curiosity about the whole process. She even researched teen pregnancy. Chloe was fascinated by the pictures of teen girls with big bellies, and swollen tits filled with milk. Many of the pregnant teens also happened to be taking a big cock in their pussy or their mouth – or both.
Talking about Chloe’s fertility had also gotten under Horse’s skin. He had transformed from disciplinarian to stud breeder. Horse’s focus had shifted to the prize inside Chloe’s belly by the time the teen was lying on the big towel on the bathroom floor. While Horse saw Chloe as a sex object – his sexual property – he had also started to see something else in the girl: a clean healthy young woman to potentially carry a baby when the time was right. At 40 years of age, he knew there might not be many more chances after Chloe (it was already too late for Chloe’s mother). Twisted as it was, it felt right for him.
He lowered his hips to position his cock at her belly opening. Seconds later the eye of his naked penis was dabbing at the tiny hole where his finger had just been. There was never any question that Horse would suddenly stop to roll a condom on while Chloe was fertile. The head of his cock was quickly covered with natural lubricant and cervical mucus. He probed some more at the moisture. A few seconds later he burrowed into Chloe’s moist flesh. The penetration was slow and sensuous. It was the smoothest and easiest sexual penetration that they had experienced together.
Chloe gasped. She couldn’t help but enjoy the feeling as the rim of horse’s helmet glided inside her muscular tunnel. The gentle penetration by the older came as a complete surprise, after all the rough treatment she had received. The sudden generosity and kindness made Chloe feel that she wasn’t just a piece of meat. Those few precious moments of tenderness made her feel that her body was wanted and valued.
Chloe’s body was awash with hormones. After being fucked on the bathroom floor for about 10 minutes, the mixture of hormones and emotions were brought to head. She began to let go, resigned to the reality of what was happening. On top of meeting Horse’s needs, the hormones rushing around Chloe’s fertile body were driving her own primal urges. The events of the past 24 hours had stirred something. It was undeniable. It was unstoppable. It was the primal instinct that hungered for Horse’s sperm, to fertilise her egg.
Horse looked down at his pubescent girl with a knowing grin, sensing that she was responding well to him physically. He stared down at the gentle curves of her hips and the fresh young cunt that he was ploughing. Chloe’s narrow vagina widened and lengthened to accommodate him. A drizzle of cervical mucus leaked out of her cunt and ran down her arse crack. The clear sticky fluid would later assist Horse’s sperm to swim their long journey into her belly.
Delicious sighs of pleasure and pain gently bubbled out of Chloe’s sweet mouth. Even the twinges of pain were laced with a new sensation – carnal pleasure. Chloe suddenly felt that some of the pain was worth it. For the first time, she took pleasure in Horse’s bitter-sweet gift of pain.
A couple of minutes later, Horse angled himself deeper inside, to get better access to the tissue around Chloe’s cervix. With a few expert strokes in the right spot, Horse delivered several parcels of his sperm to the tiny opening in Chloe’s belly. Horse was paralysed by a powerful orgasm. His scrotum rested heavily against Chloe’s anus as he shoved the full length of his cock all the way inside as he finished ejaculating. Chloe cooed as she felt the spurts of hot fluid enter her body.
Horse lay on top of Chloe for a while as his cock continued to twitch inside her cunt. When the last bits of his orgasm had faded away, he kissed her on the cheek, “good girl…you did really well today sweetie”.
Afterwards, Chloe stood up and used a hand towel to wipe away the excess semen from her vulva. She was tidying her hair in the bathroom mirror when Horse returned to wash his hands. He rewarded Chloe with another kiss on the cheek, “that was fantastic baby”. Chloe knew that she had pleased Horse. She could tell by the generous quantity of sperm that she was carrying. She smiled back at him quietly, knowing that her innermost needs had also been met.
***Horse takes a wife***
After the sex on the bathroom floor, Chloe felt strangely contented about what had happened. She concluded that baby making was much better than normal-every- day-sex. The sex in the bathroom had been completely different. It was gentle and attentive, and completely different from the usual rough and rushed style of sex she was used to.
She lay awake for a couple of hours that night wondering what might be happening inside her body. Chloe eventually drifted off to sleep, after finally accepting she might fall pregnant.
Chloe’s mother left early the next morning to go shopping over in the neighbouring town. Chloe’s mother said she wouldn’t be back until at least lunchtime. Her boyfriend had the House – and her daughter – all to himself for a whole morning.
A short time later, Horse heard the toilet flush after Chloe took an early morning pee. He knew that Chloe was up, so he called her into the master bedroom. “Sugar tits…?” Chloe didn’t hear him over the noise of the toilet refilling with water. He tried to summon her again, “CHLOE….?!”
Seconds later she opened the door to the master bedroom. “Babe, can you get me some coffee?” The girl nodded her sleepy head. She paused for a second and then asked Horse if he wanted any breakfast. He nodded. Horse was hungry, so he decided to wait and fertilise the girl’s belly again after he ate breakfast.
Chloe returned a few minutes later with two cups of steaming hot coffee and raisin toast with lots of butter, just the way he liked it. “Hop into bed with me sugar tits”. Horse downed his breakfast as the teenage girl sat quietly beside him in bed. He handed Chloe the TV remote and invited her to watch something if she wanted. A top 20 music show was on. Teen girls dressed in skimpy underwear danced across the TV screen. Horse mused that he already had a teen girl that was wearing skimpy underwear.
Horse watched as Chloe cleared away the dishes. She felt his eyes on her body as she left with the dishes. Horse watched the gentle wiggle of Chloe’s hips as she walked out of the bedroom. He loved the way her underpants were riding up her arse. Horse’s cock started to stir.
Chloe washed up in the kitchen, still dressed in her t-shirt and panties. She paused for a few seconds when she was done. She was confused about whether she was supposed to return to the master bedroom. She had never spent any time with Horse in the adults’ bedroom.
Chloe went back upstairs and stuck her head around the bedroom door. She asked her old man whether he needed anything else. Horse didn’t hesitate, “yes…how about you pull those panties down and get back into bed with me, sugar”. Chloe obliged. Despite some soreness in her pussy from the day before, Chloe sensed she was still fertile, and her body was keen to be penetrated again. Horse stared at Chloe’s pubic area as her hips wiggled back to the bed.
Horse turned the TV off and laid Chloe out in the big bed. He lifted up her t-shirt so he could watch her breasts during sex. “Breasts” is probably too strong a word for the pointy little mounds of raised flesh on Chloe’s chest. Her tits were the shape of two tiny cones, topped with delicious brown candy nipples. Chloe’s often felt embarrassed by her breasts. Her sugar tits were so small that they barely wobbled during sex, and she hadn’t even graduated from training bras.
Horse’s fingers rubbed at the sticky slot between her legs. “I’m gonna try making a baby inside you again”. Chloe wasn’t able to respond in a coherent way while her clitoris was being massaged. The budding girl was still intoxicated with hormones, so she was more than willing to accommodate Horse’s needs. More importantly, she wanted Horse to attend to her needs.
Horse parted Chloe’s thighs and took up his position. Her reproductive canal was still extremely moist and Horse’s cock got inside the pubescent girl without any difficulty. Chloe’s face flushed bright red as his penis penetrated deep inside her tummy. It didn’t take long for Horse to settle into a familiar rhythm with his girl.
Chloe listened obediently as her old man talked about getting her pregnant. She felt slightly squeamish at the thought she was about to fall pregnant to Horse. In short, the 15 year old girl was drowning in the sensations of breeding with the older man.
Chloe’s legs opened further, instinctively maximizing Horse’s access to her reproductive organs. She was amazed at how good it suddenly felt to have her old man working away inside her belly. She loved the fact that he was riding her bareback, and would soon squirt inside her tummy.
The baby making session went for almost 45 minutes before the familiar itch began to well up inside Horse. As he raised his tempo to climax, the bed springs started to make a crunching and grinding sound. He groaned contentedly as he started to ejaculate inside his fertile babe again. Chloe felt generous portions of thick warm semen being delivered to her again.
Half way through Horse’s orgasm, the ragged thrusting from Horse’s penis rubbed against Chloe’s g-spot, which produced involuntary contractions from Chloe. The beginnings of a delicious orgasm rippled all the way through her vagina. As Horse fertilised Chloe’s birth canal, he set off the first orgasm of Chloe’s life; she was amazed at the way it washed over her in powerful waves.
Afterwards, Horse continued to move his softening cock back and forward inside his girl, to drag out the last bits of both of their orgasms. He rewarded Chloe with praise as he pulled out, “good girl”.
Chloe closed her eyes. She knew that it was a defining moment in her life: her body was busy making preparations to produce a baby.
Later that afternoon, both of them wondered if this would be the time that Chloe actually fell pregnant. It was hard for the teen to think about anything else, as Horse’s semen dribbled into the crotch of her underpants throughout the afternoon.
Neither of them realised how far the process had already gone. By the time Chloe’s belly swallowed the full length of Horse’s breakfast sausage first thing that morning, the strongest sperm from the day before had already made the journey to Chloe’s fallopian tubes. The fertilised egg was already travelling down into Chloe’s waiting uterus.
By the time Chloe drifted off to sleep that night, the first speck of Horse’s baby had safely attached itself to the wall of her womb.
***The End***

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Escape For Passion 2

Escape for Passion
BY LouisHoney
This is a book of fiction.
It is adult in subject matter.
If you are not at least 18 years old,
DO NOT READ IT!
Part II
Chapter 2A- Judy gets some exercise.
Sid stirred atop her luscious titties and buried his head in the billowing forms of girl flesh as he slept on in Judy’s arms. She gently pushed him off of her body and responded to the urgings of her full and complaining bladder by silently walking across the deep, pile carpeting to the large, richly appointed bathroom just off the mirrored, master bedroom.
As she sat on the commode and relieved herself, thoughts of the past few months flashed before her again. She remembered just how really dumb and unsophisticated she had been when she got off that bus and Renny found her. Then, as he’d talked her into bed first and outright prostitution next, she’d not thought to question the small amounts she’d earned from all those tricks. Renny and Dora had cheated her and Sid had explained it to her months later.
“Honey,” he’d said “your sweet, young, petite body would be a prize in any whorehouse. It would normally attract top dollar and it probably did for Renny and Dora. They just never let you find out how much.”
Judy was worried about Renny or Dora finding her and what they’d do if they did. She had vivid memories of some of the threats he’d made against her if she ever left him. These had been reinforced dramatically by extremely abusive and painful sessions many times over. She did not want anything more to do with the volatile and vicious Renny. She often voiced her fears to Sid that they would be found even up here in the mountains.
“Well that would be difficult since they didn’t know my real name or where I live or work. I met them through a casual acquaintance of mine who doesn’t know those things either. Besides, living way up here in the hills, away from everyone else and having you all to myself has isolated me from those same casual friends. I guess they think I just dropped off the face of the earth. I keep in touch with a few that I can trust, but I didn’t buy this place until after we got together. To my knowledge, no one that knows me knows them”, she remembered him saying.
Judy wiped her tush and went over to the bidet to wash it and her hands. “I must be fresh for Sid in case he wants to eat me later.” she thought to herself. The warm water rushing up into her cunt gave her a rush and she felt herself getting excited again. Shaking it off, she finished drying with the towel next to the drawer under the counter, she turned her thoughts to what lay in that drawer and, on impulse, she opened it. She brought out a small box that had the words “Ben Wah Balls” written in bold lettering on the top. When she opened the box, a nylon cord dropped over her wrist and she saw that it ran right through the middle of two large round plastic balls.
These balls were about one and a quarter inches in diameter and as smooth as a baby’s bottom. The steel bearings inside
of them rolled around and made the plastic outer coverings wiggle like Mexican jumping beans. She held them under the hot water faucet for a few minutes to warm them up and bent down to her cunt and spread her legs so she could cram them both into her vaginal canal as far up as they would go.
She relished the feel of the still cool, but not cold balls as she stuffed them up higher and higher into her birth canal. Her inner walls were beginning to drip moisture and she could feel a glow of horniness start at her cunt and radiate outward to every extremity of her body.
After the second ball was pushed as high as it would go, she ran the tip of her index finger gingerly around the clitoral node at the front of her cunt and thrilled as her excitement mounted. With steel in her resolve, she withdrew her hand reminding herself how much better the climax would be after some time of anticipation.
Now, only the strong nylon cord attached to both of them was hanging out. She wadded that up and put it neatly inside her outer cunt lips so it wouldn’t get in the way or look unsightly to Sid.
As she straightened up, she could already feel them working her arousal up and she knew that if she didn’t take her mind
off of the sexy balls clattering around in her cunt soon, she
would be tempted to bring herself off with her hands. She didn’t mind doing it that way, but experience had taught her
that the ache of horniness over a long period of time would accumulate in her and make her cum so much better when she and Sid got around to fucking again.
She quietly slipped out of the bathroom, through the bedroom and down the hall so Sid could sleep while she did her morning exercises. Sid had his routine that kept him in shape and he had taught her one of her own. But first, the pool looked inviting through the wide, French doors out back so she went outside to warm up in the summer sun. She was still naked as she walked like a silent ghost through the dawning light and down the hall to the den and out back to the swimming pool.
She spent most of the summer morning lounging in the rising sun by the pool and thinking about having sex because any movement she made caused the Ben Wah’s to twitch and gently remind her of their presence, making her hotter and hotter. The guey slickness of arousal was sliding out of her cuntal opening and down the crack in her ass to drench her asshole and the chaise lounge upon which she was laying.
A couple of hours later, as the sun, her fevered thoughts and the sensations in her cunt that had her gently hunching her lower abdomen back and forth in the flexible chair all came together to raise her body temperature to a fine sweat. She jumped up, determined to make this feeling last without climaxing and dove into the water to cool off and began her laps.
As she swam, those devilish Ben Wah’s kept up a constant vibration in her pussy that almost drove her wild with lust and made it even harder for her to breathe than the laps she was swimming.
After several laps, she was breathing hard and ready for more
strenuous exertion. Feeling alive and 100% in touch with her every sense, she got out of the pool, dried off and went back into the den and into the extra bedroom at the end of the hall. This room had been equipped with exercise equipment of many kinds.
Sid was determined that they would stay in good physical shape and Judy had become accustomed to doing her body a favor by working out regularly. She also didn’t mind the constant stimulation of the Ben Wah Balls, today, up inside her pussy, which reminded her that she was a woman in need.
As she began the first repetition of slow sit-ups she remembered what Sid had said about the house. “No one can see us up here. We can run naked through the house and out the back door to the pool and into the back yard if we want and no one will see us,” explained Sid as he tried to reassure her that she had nothing to fear from Renny and Dora. “Renny and Dora will never find us up here even if they are still looking for you, which I doubt.”
Sid was right, the house was ultra modern and built up on a mountain top that overlooked farmland and many acres of forested hillsides and other mountains. The winters up here were beautiful and the summers were gorgeous. There were few cars that traveled the main road and no visitors up the winding, long drive that led to the main house. The four bedroom ranch style house had a large 25 meter swimming pool, heated so they could use it almost year round, an outdoor hot tub and an eight foot high concrete block and brick fence that hid the patio and both the pool and hot tub from any prying eyes in the lower forest.
Judy had done all of the housekeeping and cooking and seemed content. Only occasionally did her need for pain surface for Sid to mete out punishment to her and help her achieve that highest of orgasms.
Both of them became accustomed to fucking and sucking at the drop of a hat and clothes just got in the way, so they mostly went naked through the house and pool areas. There was no real pattern to their fucking activities. Sid said he didn’t want either of them to become bored or stuck in a rut when it came to their lovemaking.
He was constantly surprising her with inventive ways to catch her at awkward times or in different positions when he fucked her. The variety was wonderful and had kept her off balance and loving every minute of it. Some of those methods would have been considered obscene or cruel by an outsider, but Judy loved them all, even the ones that hurt.
As she finished with her sit-ups and moved to the universal set, her glance ran over the large cardboard box in the corner of the gym. Sid had said it was just a bunch of junk he had thought he would do something useful with some day. On closer inspection, it had looked to be scrap wood and leather and nails and bolts all in a confusing mass that looked just like what Sid said, “junk.”
Judy was feeling hornier with every exercise she performed and was looking forward to going back to bed and waking Sid, after a quick shower. But just as she was finishing, Sid appeared from the pool, dripping water and announcing that he felt great and was ready for his exercises.
“Boy, it’s good to be alive and kicking and hungry on a fine summer morning with you! I could eat the north end off of a southbound goat honey, and when I’m finished here, I’ll need to take in about a thousand calories. How about you? Are you ready for breakfast?” he enthused.
“You mean brunch, don’t you?” she said with arched eyebrow. “You’ve slept most of the morning away!” she exclaimed.
Then, in response to a mock stern look from Sid she said, ”OK. OK! I’ll have the mighty king’s brunch ready when he finishes, but right now, your horny little girl has got herself a problem.” With that she bent her knees out to the sides. This action caused the outer lips of her cunt to open up and the nylon Ben Wah cord fell down almost to her knees.
“See what I mean?” asked the pouting young teenager as both she and Sid stared down at her dripping pussy. Then she grabbed him by the shoulders and backed him up to the workout bench behind him and started to tongue kiss and rub her sweaty body up against his cool, chlorine scented physique. As she kissed him, she reached down and grabbed his erecting prick and began squeezing it rhythmically with her hand.
Sid knew he must pay a toll before he could get his workout done, so he leaned back onto the short bench lengthwise and left his feet on the floor. Judy followed him down to the firm padding of the bench without breaking the kiss. His right hand slid down her quivering stomach to the soft pubic patch of his. He hesitated there to stroke and tease her before he ran his finger along her cuntal crease to the rising clit and on into her boiling snatch.
She was hot, wet and very horny and he could tell it by the slippery slop on his fingers as it began to run down into the palm of his hand and down to his wrist. He began to
diddle her clit back and forth with the first two fingers of his hand and she increased the activity of her tongue in his mouth and began raising her right leg to straddle his now erect prick. As she got her leg up to it’s highest point, Sid grabbed the cord and plopped the two Ben Wah’s out of her horny pussy and let them fall to the floor. She grunted as each ball was removed quickly from her gushing snatch. She never let go of his prick or came up for air from the exciting tongue kiss.
As she got her knee over his body and stood over his torso with his prick in her hand, she began moving up over his face and began dragging her nipples up to his chin. He licked and sucked and finally captured one of her unusually elongated nips in his mouth. He began immediately to swirl and drag his twitching lips and tongue over and around her breast and aureole. He was driving her crazy and Judy feared she would come right then without ever getting his prick into her hungry snatch.
She positioned the thick, hard dick head at the entrance of her vagina and let herself drop down over it. As she sank down on his pole soooooo slooooowwwwllllyyyy, he groaned and tried to buck up into her. She rode up with him and would not let him quickly put it to her. She wanted to make this hungry ache in her pussy last as long as she possibly could without becoming frustrated and missing the ultimate act of climaxing.
She had now become a sophisticated fucker that enjoyed her slow fucks and their anticipating aches and urges. She also enjoyed the fast comes that surprised her at times. She could feel the wiry hair of his pubes mixing with hers as she finally sat down with her full weight on top of his tall pole. She sighed with contentment and just rested at the bottom of her long slow decent. She had savored every inch of that slide to ecstasy.
She rose swiftly to the top of the prick pole and once again began her teasing slide to perfection, but Sid had other ideas and she was too far gone to match his upward thrusts this time. He arched his back and pushed his groin upwards with such swiftness and force that Judy’s feet left the ground and her cunt flew quickly down onto his prick and rebounded off of his pubic bone and lower abdomen to ricochet back up and almost off of his prick.
Just as she thought she would fly off of him and off into space, he grabbed her by the back of her thighs and forced her legs up, off the floor. He lunged upward again pushed her up and off his prick almost to the end of his turgid manhood and snapped his prick back into place deep into her cunt as her entire weight came crashing down to crush her clitty against his hard pubic bone. Up she flew again, and again he caught her at the top of her bounce and met her vigorously just as she was coming down.
The force of the entry was a wild strain on her tender pussy lips and walls, but it only seemed to add to the excitement and mingled the pain of the re-entry with the pleasure she sought to release her from the frustrations of the past two hours with the Ben Wah balls. Judy felt safe and secure in the knowledge that Sid was excited and had taken charge of the fucking. She was most content to let him take his lead.
Again Sid bucked her up toward the ceiling with her legs pushed up by his hands and sprawled out to the sides and the full weight of his prick pushing up into her horny snatch. As she reached the top of her upward trajectory, Sid once again pushed himself off the bench to thrust with all his might up into her waiting hole with a sound of thunder and a moan of pain/pleasure from her. The sensation in her cunt of going to full and then empty and them crushingly full again was driving her wild. She began to moan as all of her inhibitions left her and she became a simple fucking body bent on its own pleasures.
They crashed back onto the bench again and Sid lunged upward again, bucking her up and down for a full three or four minutes. Judy could feel her climax approaching and since she had waited so long for it, she knew it was going to be a big one. She was delighted and amazed at both his skill as a lover and his stamina. Not many 33 year old men could keep this kind of exercise up for this long.
Just when her bruised pubic bone was beginning to really begin to hurt, Sid hunched his hips upward and on the next bounce, he caught her square in the clit with his pubic bone. Her body zoomed through its climax and the throbbing in her pussy changed to a tight fisted clenching as spasm after spasm hit her entire lower abdomen and groin area. It was all she could do to stay on top of him as he drew back and slammed into her again. Another gripping orgasm tore loose from her pussy and seemed to run up and down her loosely flopping legs as she came one last time.
The lights winked and the room spun and she felt Sid reach his climax and his prick started to twitch and pulse way up inside her as he came too. She had clung to his neck like a monkey clings to its mother during all of this, and as Sid subsided into an exhausted heap, she kissed his neck and ear in gratitude for the wonderful climax. She knew that once again she had satisfied her Master’s wishes and provided pleasure to him in the act of sex. She felt grateful that he had made sure she came also.
“That was just about perfect, Master.” She breathed directly onto his ear and onto the sexy nerve that she knew he had inside his ear. “Thank you for one of the best cums of my life.”
“Oh, that was nothing.” He said between deep breaths. “Just wait until I get started really good!” he kidded her as it was obvious to them both that he was totally winded and tired out, for the moment.
“Well, I’d like to stay for another round, but I’m getting hungry and I don’t want your strength to leave you, so I’ll just slip into the kitchen and make us that meal you ordered.” she whispered as she lifted herself off his prostrate body.
Sid was still heaving hard for breath and was really glad to be rid of Judy’s weight so he could get air more easily into his lungs, but he couldn’t resist coming back with some banter of his own. “OK, if eating is more important than sex with me, then just go on with you.”
Judy paused as she was, still astride of him and said, “Well, since you put it that way…,” and began sinking back down onto him again. However his prick had shrunk and it flopped loose from her pussy. “Never mind, I’m really hungry too, so please go fix brunch and let me die in peace!” Sid said as he pushed her back up and off of him and then rolled off onto the floor and played dead.
“OK, If you’re going to poop out on me, I’ll go then.” She said as she grabbed the Ben Wah’s off the floor, staggered toward the door and leaned against its frame looking back at him with a pouting mouth and cast an exaggerated and alluring look back at him. It caused them both to laugh and she went on down to the kitchen still naked as the day she was born.
“OK, but you’ll sing a different tune when I decide to take you with me to check the mail.” Sid hollered as she walked away.
Chapter 2B
As Judy prepared the meal, she remembered back to a day about six months ago when Sid had brought home a golf cart and proclaimed it to be their yard cart, since their yard was so big. The front drive to the house from the main road was a twisted and winding track of gravel and concrete pothole patches. Just getting the mail took almost a half an hour down and back that tortuous track. Sid has said it discouraged visitors and Judy accepted that as a necessary evil to protect their privacy.
About two weeks after he brought the golf cart home, Sid announced he was going to check the mail and told Judy she was coming along. This surprised Judy as she’d never ridden with him before, but her Master had decreed it so she went with him. Both of them got into the cart naked and Sid threw a couple of pool towels in the basket behind the seat. They both wanted to stay naked and would cover up only while at the mailbox beside the road in case someone drove by while they retrieved the mail.
Sid said he had something special for Judy and he showed it off when she sat on the seat. He moved a lever and a part of Judy’s seat fell inward. She felt like she was sitting on a large, padded toilet seat. Her cunt and ass were both over the hole. Then Sid pushed down on another lever and two dildos started up inside of Judy. Both were lubricated with petroleum jelly and slid into her cunt and ass with no difficulty once she got them lined up correctly. Judy started to get up, but Sid put a safety strap across her lap and told her to leave it on.
Then Sid started slowly down the drive. At first, Judy didn’t notice it, but after Sid picked up speed, every bump he hit was translated, somehow, to the twin dildos lodged up inside her. This constant motion became a vibration as Sid drove faster and took the wheels of the golf cart down into the gutter beside the road where the bumpiest gravel lay. Judy could not believe the thrill of feeling first the front dildo move up or down and then the ass dildo move up and down independently. It was as if they were attached to different wheels. (They were!)
She silently thanked her good luck and Sid for the petroleum jelly as the movements were sometimes quite violent. As Sid hit a particularly large rock on the right wheel, she noticed that the cunt dildo jumped violently in her, but did not threaten to harm her, as if some safety mechanism were in place. Another bad bump by the left wheels had the ass dildo jumping and Judy was astounded at how good it felt even though the movements were powerful and jerky. Her surprise suddenly turned to orgasm and Judy screamed out her joy all the way down the mountain as Sid drove more and more in the gutters and ruts of the worn gravel driveway. By the time they reached the bottom, she was cuming repeatedly.
Nearing the bottom, Sid grabbed the towels and wrapped one around his waist and draped one over Judy’s torso. Then he drove right up to the mailbox and picked up his mail. Going back up the mountainous driveway was not as much fun because it was slower and the novelty had worn off to some extent. Nevertheless, Judy came twice more before they reached the house again. Every day now, they take the golf cart down to check the mail, even if the post office is closed!
Sid had also taken her on a round of golf with him and introduced her as his assistant. She endured almost five hours of riding across fairways and gravel cart paths and had cum most exquisitely many times before Sid’s game was over. For the occasion, Sid had bought her a small tennis outfit with a short skirt and panties underneath with two holes in the crotch surrounded by elastic. She had to screw around a bit to get the dildos up inside her and she had to lubricate her ass and cunt at home before she put the panties and short skirt on, but she managed to do it all in front of all the guys and gals at the local country club without anyone knowing what she had up her cunt and ass.
When Sid took the cart off the path and swing down a dry creek bed, ostensibly looking for his ball, she came heavily in her cunt as he took the cart’s right wheels over several stones big enough to create some fast friction in her cunt. Sid then turned the cart around and headed back into the same dry creek bed with the left wheels going over rough stones. Once again, Judy came with abandon, in her ass. Judy was feeling like an adored whore as Sid turned and twisted the cart down the cart path with one wheel in the graveled gutter giving her a thrill that she knew he wanted her to enjoy. It made her feel more secure to know that he had intended for her to get off on this device.
Then Sid drove over to a stand of trees at the edge of the fairway, grabbed Judy by the arm, jerking her up off the dildos and took her behind a bush. He then bent her over so that she was touching the ground with her hands and her knees were straight, in front of him. Judy heard the zipper on his pants release his big dick and immediately felt his presence pushing up into her distended asshole.
A few strokes later, Judy muffled a scream as she orgasmed and Sid went off in a flurry of motion. Sid turned her around without standing up so that she could clean off his now flaccid prick with her mouth. He stuffed it back in his pants and zipped up. Then she stood up and they went back to the cart.
As Judy settled over the protrusions sticking lewdly from the passenger seat, Sid reached around and fastened her seat belt again and drove off at a fast clip. Up around the green, Sid apologized to the other players in their foursome by saying, “Sorry to hold you up, we lost my balls.” He said.
“Yeah”, said one of the other golfers, “Well chasing balls into the woods is a part of the game isn’t it?”
“It sure is when you play as badly as I do.” said a gleeful Sid. “Who’s turn is it to tee off?”
The rest of the afternoon, Sid played the worst golf he had ever played. He shanked or sliced the ball into the woods constantly and drove that cart where no carts were meant to go. Judy got very tired as orgasm after orgasm sapped her strength, but since this was what Sid wanted, since she was doing the thing that turned him on, she felt great about it.
She was fucked out by the time they got home, but Sid had other ideas. He tied her upside down from the hooks in the playroom ceiling. He spread her legs apart as far as the ropes would reach. Then he handcuffed her hands behind her and added a spreader bar between her knees. He then adjusted the ropes so that she was suspended with her cunt and pussy mound just below mouth level to Sid. After tying her off, Sid left the room and she could hear him moving around in the bathroom next door.
When he came back, he spread a towel underneath her head and splashed a little warm water on her cunt. He then took out a shaving mug and put some cream and water in it and began string it up to make lather. She felt the slippery soap swirling around her hairy cunt hole and clitty, making her hotter and hotter. The prickly bristles of the brush around the inner lips of her cunt, clit and asshole warmed her up so that the buttery cunt juice of her pussy overflowed her upside down cunt and began running down her body to her tits and neck taking soap suds with it. In this manner, she was able to smell her own excitement mixed with the shaving soap and it aroused her even more.
He spread the lather on her cunt lips and pussy mound thickly. Then he paid particular attention to making sure that her clitty was well soaped and even lingered over her ass hole, pushing the bristles of the brush partly into her asshole. The stiff bristles of the brush were like a trigger to orgasm for her and she came twitching and bucking again as this was done.
Sid bent down and showed her a safety razor and told her to be still. He carefully shaved her from her naval all the way around to the top of the crack in her ass. After all of the soapy residue was washed clean, he stood back and admired his handiwork.
“Now, my little sex slave,” he said using the deeper more stern voice of his that Judy had come to recognize and love as his command voice, “I think I like that look so well that I shall require you to keep it shaved and ready for my use at any time of day or night.”
Judy replied, in a contented whisper, “Yes Master.” As she relished the feelings of letting him take total control of even this private part of her body.
Then he lowered her so that she was closer to the floor with her cunt and ass level with Sid’s crotch. She felt his large prick slowly sinking into her slimy cunt for a few strokes and then pulling out and ramming back into her asshole for a few minutes. Judy would just build up to near climax in one hole and he would pull out and start in another hole. Finally, Judy was so close to orgasm, that it didn’t matter which hole he used. She came. Sid alternated back and forth for a few times and Judy kept going off time and again until he finally shot a wad up her asshole.
The toaster popped up a pair of brown pieces and Judy returned her thoughts to the present.

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The Kingdom ch. 03

Chapter Three — A Visit from the Earl
James, the Earl of Sade, sat across from King Atheling in front of the roaring fire as they discussed the state of affairs of the land. After a while and several goblets of wine, their conversation turned, as it usually did, to the topic of women and who was the fairest in the land.
“I still say that your mother, the queen is the fairest of all the women in the land,” the earl said, sitting with one leg draped over the arm of the chair as he sipped on his wine and gently tapped his black, leather, knee-high boot on the chair.
“I must agree with you there, James,” Atheling smiled, wondering if the earl knew of his mother, Queen Ides’ new role as his lover.
“Her handmaiden is quite a comely lass, too. Certainly not of the same class as your mother, the queen, but the girl certainly seems mountable all the same, if I must say so . .” the earl went on. “Have you ever considered taking the lass to your bed?”
“No, but she has offered to join me there any time I wish,” Atheling smiled back at him.
“Perhaps the king should take the fair maiden up on her offer,” the earl leered back at him.
“Perhaps some day I will,” Atheling smiled. “Perhaps I will.”
“Why not today?” the earl smirked, giving Atheling a conspiratorial wink.
“You mean now? With the two of us?” Atheling said, smiling and rising to his feet.
“Unless the king would find it offensive . . .” the earl said, getting up and walking over to the table where the flask of wine lay.
Atheling slowly walked over to the long, dangling felt cord that hung beside the fireplace.
“Something I’ve never tried, but I imagine the lass would be amenable . . . if the payment were sufficient. She appears to be a bit on the bawdy side,” Atheling leered, jerking on the cord.
Joining the earl at the table, Atheling topped off his goblet of wine and then walked over to the heavy door that led out into the hallway.
Just then, there was a sharp rap on the door.
Atheling lifted the locking bar and pulled the door open.
“You called, my Sire?” Anton asked, making an obligatory bow.
“Yes, Anton. I wish to speak to the queen’s hand maiden, Gretchen. Would you ask her to join me?” Atheling said, turning and smiling at the earl again.
“Yes, my Sire,” Anton replied with a knowing smile on his lips as he bowed again, turning and briskly stepping down the hallway.
Closing the door, Atheling stepped over to the fireplace and tossed a couple more logs on the fire then retrieved his wine goblet and sat down in front of the roaring fire.
“So, have you ever done this before?” Atheling asked the earl.
“Several times. My valet and I double on occasion. In fact, several of the wenches at my estate seem to be quite fond of taking the two of us at the same time,” he grinned back. “Like you say, if the price is sufficient, the wenches will comply with just about anything you wish.”
“Interesting,” Atheling said, taking another swig of wine. “Perhaps I’ll see if Anton would be interested in joining me on occasion.”
“I’m sure he would. I’ve never known a man to turn down a free piece of cunt, or ass, for that matter . . .”
Just then, there was a light tapping on the door. Atheling rose and quickly stepped over to it. Lifting the bar, he pulled the door open to find Gretchen standing in the doorway looking at him with a lusty smile on her pretty face.
“You summoned me, my King,” she purred, curtsying and then brushing her hand over her mammoth bosom.
“Yes, yes, Gretchen, come in, come in,” Atheling grinned, stepping back and sweeping his hand into the room to invite her into his chamber.
Demurely stepping into the king’s chamber, Gretchen did a little double take when she looked over and saw the earl sitting in his chair by the fireplace.
Closing the door, Atheling turned to find Gretchen looking at him with a puzzled expression on her pretty face.
“Have you met my liege, the Earl of Sade?” he asked her, swiping his hand in the direction of the earl.
“No, my Lord, I have heard of him, but I have never had the honor of meeting him, my Lord,” she murmured, curtsying in the direction of the earl.
“And what a shame that is,” the earl smirked, running his eyes down over her ample figure.
“Uh, pardon me for asking, but what did your Majesty wish to speak to me about?” she asked as Atheling stepped up in front of her.
“I was just wondering,” he asked, slowly cupping her colossal breasts through her thick, woolen dress, “if these still yearned for the king’s touch?”
“Oh, yes, your Majesty, but . . .” she murmured, blushing and sneaking a glance at the earl who sat leering back at her.”Uh, the earl?”
“Would you mind if he joined us . . . perhaps for a little afternoon m?ge a trios?” Atheling asked her, still groping her breasts through her thick dress. “We’ll see that you are generously rewarded for your afternoon’s work . . .”
“Uh, I’ve never, uh, never been with two men . . . uh, two men at the same time, my Lord.” Gretchen said, smiling shyly, looking first at the earl and then back to Atheling.
“We will reward you well,” Atheling repeated, moving his hands away from her breast and taking hold of her hand.
Leading her over to the fireplace, Atheling turned her to face the fire and then walked around behind her.
Gretchen stood with her arms limply hanging down at her side as Atheling began to pluck at the long row of buttons running down the back of her dress.
“So does the thought of being with two men at the same time appeal to my Lady?” the earl asked while Atheling continued about the business of unbuttoning her dress.
“I suppose it does, my Lord,” she shyly smiled, her cheeks blushing red again. “Although it is not something that one really dwells on . . .”
The earl watched on with obvious interest as Atheling’s fingers crawled down the back of Gretchen’s dress, unbuttoning button after button. As the back of her dress slowly parted, Atheling saw that the only thing under the dress, besides Gretchen, was a pair of plain, white cotton pantaloons.
As Atheling continued on, the earl slowly rose to his feet and stepped up in front of Gretchen. Reaching down, he grasped hold of her arm and lifted it up into the air. Quickly unbuttoning the three mother of pearl buttons on the cuff of her long sleeved dress, he gently tugged on the sleeve and pulled it down her arm. As the sleeve slowly came slithering down her arm, the bodice of her dress lazily peeled away revealing the giant treasures hanging down from her chest. (PIC)
“Good Lord, Gretchen! Your breasts are huge . . .”
“They became that way when I had my baby,” she said, her face turning a deep crimson once again.
“You have a child?” Atheling asked her, surprised at the fact that she had a child.
“Yes, my Lord”, she mumbled over her shoulder as Atheling unbuttoned the last button on her dress. “The Queen needed a wet nurse for Prince Gothling so she asked me if I would do that for her . . .”
“You would do that for the Queen?” Atheling asked her, rising back up to his feet as the earl tugged her other sleeve down her arm.
“Yes, my Lord. After all, she is my Queen. And the queen and I are quite close to each other,” she softly murmured as her dress collapsed down into a heap around her ankles.
“So I have observed,” Atheling chuckled, stepping around in front of her, recalling that first day he had seen his mother naked.
Looking down at her dangling breasts, he eased a hand under one of her mountainous udders and slowly lifted it. Leaning down, he pursed his lips around its big, puffy nipple. Sucking on it, he was immediately rewarded with a gush of warm, sweet milk. Then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw the earl lift her other tit and suck its big, distended nipple into his mouth. Atheling continued to suck and more and more of the sweet elixir squirted out into his mouth.
Finally, he leaned back and licked his tongue around his lips as he eased her giant tit back down onto her chest while. Then he watched the earl did likewise.
“Such a tasty treat, my Lady,” he grinned at her, slowly kneeling down in front of her. “But now I have a hunger for the delicacy you have hidden down between your legs.”
“Oh, my King . . . you would do that to your lowly servant . . .” she cooed, while the earl stood watching them as he slowly unbuttoned his ruffled blouse.
“Yes, my Lady . . . hot, juicy cunt is one of my favorite repasts,” Atheling smiled, plucking at the little, white bow in the center of the waistband of her cotton pantaloons.
As he did, he saw that the crotch of her pantaloons was already soaked with her juice.
“And It appears that my Lady’s little cunny definitely falls into that hot and juicy category,” Atheling grinned.
When the little bow came untied, her plain, white pantaloons went slithering down over the swell of her plump hips, Atheling watched a swirl of golden curls come into view. The growth of kinky, gold hairs covering the rounded slope of her belly was so profuse it almost obscured her pussy. The only things visible were the fat, plump lips dangling down out of the nest of curls.
“That’s a forest down there, my Lady,” Atheling mumbled, as her pantaloons skittered down her chubby legs and puddled around her ankles. “I can hardly see the treasure I know you have hidden in it.”
“Would the king wish the forest cleared?” she asked him, reaching down and running her fingers through the thick growth of kinky, gold hairs surrounding her pussy.
“I would even do it myself,” Atheling grinned, pulling her pantaloons off over her feet and tossing them aside. “If my Lady was of a mind . . .”
“As long as the king was careful not to harm it,” she smiled down at him. “The lady would consent to such a thing.”
“What do you think, James? Shall we clear away the forest so we can find the treasure?” Atheling asked, looking over at the earl who was struggling with his knee-high boots.
“I think it would definitely be an improvment,” he grinned back at Atheling. “And it would make finding my Lady’s sweet treasure a lot easier.
“Help the earl with his boots,” Atheling told her, “while I fetch the shaving implements.”
“Yes, my Lord,” Gretchen grinned, leaning over and grabbing hold of the bottom of one of the earl’s tall boots.
Her giant tits hung down below her, wriggling and jiggling wildly as she tugged and pulled on his boot. Finally, it came loose and Gretchen went stumbling backward with his boot still clutched in her hand. Grinning, she tossed it on the floor where it landed with a loud clomp. Bending down, she repeated the process with his other boot while he watched with obvious appreciation as her colossal tits flounced and floundered about.
With his boots off, the earl stood up and began pushing his britches down as Gretchen stood watching him with her legs spread and her hands on her hips.
“Oh my . . . my Lord’s cock is a large one . . . very large one,” Gretchen exclaimed, gawking down at the earl’s giant cock as it limply dangled down between his muscular thighs.
“I’ve had no complaints on my weapon,” he grinned, stepping out of his britches, “nor with my ability to wield it . . .”
“Well, it is no rapier,” she smiled, reaching out and running her fingers down its thick shaft. “It’s more like a broadsword . . .”
“It has won many a duel with cunts foolish enough to challenge it,” the earl smirked as Atheling came striding back into the chamber. He had taken the time to disrobe and now the three of them were as naked as the day they’d been born.
“I have one of those foolish cunts who would like to challenge it as soon as the forest has been cleared away,” she lustily smiled, giving the earl’s prodigious penis it a gentle squeeze.
Then Gretchen turned toward Atheling and her eyes darted down to his giant cock as it flopped and flounced around between his muscular legs.
“Oh, your Majesty . . . you have a large one, too,” she giggled. “Never have I seen two finer warhorses than the two the two of you are sporting . . .”
“Perhaps we will let the lady take them for a ride, after we have cleared away the forest,” Atheling smiled, setting the shaving implements on the table.
“My lady would be privileged to take a ride on two such fine mounts,” Gretchen cooed.
“Would my Lady perhaps like to ride both chargers at the same time?” the earl leered, running his hand over her breast and pinching a big, bloated nipple.
“Oh, my Lord,” she exclaimed with widely flared eyes. “Is such a thing possible?”
“Quite possible, my Lady,” the earl leered, running his hand down to her sopping pussy and easing a thick, stubby finger up into the wet, slippery opening of her vagina. “Both of them, right up in here . . .”
“Oh, my Lord,” Gretchen giggled as the earl slowly fucked her hot cunt with his finger. As he did, Atheling kneeled down behind her and grabbed hold of the plump cheeks of her ass.
“And if that is not possible,” he told her, roughly spreading the cheeks of her ass apart, “there is always this hole . . .”
As he spoke, he leaned down and licked the tip of his tongue over the fluted pout of her asshole.
“Oh, my, my King,” Gretchen giggled again, thrusting her asshole back against his inquisitive tongue. “Would his Majesty like to fuck Gretchen’s little asshole, too?”
“The king would sweeten the pot considerably if that were to come about,” Atheling mumbled, licking his tongue up and down across her asshole.
“Well, let’s get the forest cleared away so the festivities can begin,” she told him.
Pushing up to his feet, Atheling grabbed hold of one of the fat cheeks of her ass and turned her toward the table. Guiding her up to the table, he stopped her and turned a chair so that she could step up onto it.
“Let us help my Lady up onto the table,” he told her, holding onto her hand to balance her as she climbed up onto the chair, “so the Hayward can go about his duties . . .”
The king and the earl stood by the chair as Gretchen reached down and grasped hold of their shoulders to balance herself. Then, she lifted her knee up onto the table and gingerly crawled out onto it.
Both grinning men watched her giant tits floundering about wildly as they each groped a big, fleshy ass cheek.
“Oh, such naughty Lords,” Gretchen sniggered, shaking her ass back and forth as they groped it.
Finally they let go of her ass and watched her flop over onto her back.
Throwing her legs apart, she splayed them out and bared her hairy pussy to Atheling. Lying the way she was, her head was dangling down over the edge of the table on the other side with her long, braided hair hanging down almost brushing the floor.
Smiling lewdly, Atheling grabbed up the little brush and churned up a froth of white foam in the little porcelain cup while the earl walked around to the other side of the table where Gretchen’s head was hanging over the edge.
“Would my Lady like to partake of a little royal sausage before the festivities begin?” the earl leered down at her as he lifted his big, limp peter and rubbed its bloated, purple head across her pretty, pink lips.
“I’ve never tasted royal sausage before,” Gretchen giggled. “What does it taste like?”
“Just about the same as common sausage, I’m afraid,” the earl snickered. “But it does have a creme filling that most wenches find quite tasty.”
“But if you give me your cr? filling, how will I be able to mount your mighty steed?” she asked with a smile on her upside down face.
“We have all afternoon, my Lady,” the earl grinned down at her. “And I’m sure that my Lady will find a way to bring him back to life . . .”
“Well, if it is the earl’s wish, I will dine on his royal sausage and bring forth its creamy filling,” she laughed, quickly sucking his cock into her mouth.
As she hungrily sucked and slurped on the earl’s peter, Atheling smeared the thick, white foam all around the big, meaty cleft between her widely splayed legs. Once he was satisfied that all the hair was covered with the white foam, he set down the cup and picked up the straight razor. Giving it a couple of quick strops on the long, leather strop, he brought it up to Gretchen’s hairy groin and began to shave away the lush growth of foam-covered curls. Holding onto the girl’s fleshy pussy lips, Atheling maneuvered them this way and that way as he skillfully wielded the razor over and round her pussy. Being careful not to nick her, he quickly cleared away the forest of gold curls.
Setting aside the razor, he dabbed one of the linen napkins in the little basin of water and gently wiped away the last of the foam.
“There, much better . . . the forest no longer restricts one’s view of the beautiful valley,” Atheling grinned, running his fingers over the soft folds of flesh below her cleanly shaven mons.
“Yes, much . . .” the earl panted, still working his hips back and forth as he fucked Gretchen’s pretty face. As he did, Gretchen had her arms stretched out up above her head with her hands curled around the earl’s hips. Pushing and pulling on the earl’s hips, she controlled the pace of the fucking her mouth was getting.
Atheling could see that the earl’s cock was now fully charged as it slithered in and out between Gretchen’s pouty, pink lips.
Bending down over her, Atheling quickly fingered the fat, gorged lips of her pussy apart. He could see that the girl’s excitement was obvious as juice was seeping out of her pussy and running down into the crack of her plump ass. Bending down lower, Atheling stuck out his tongue and slowly licked it up the lush, juice-filled gash between the thick, bloated lips of her pussy. Savoring the tart taste of her juices on his tongue, he inhaled deeply, taking in the pungent scent of her oestrus. Licking higher, Atheling quickly found the jut of her big clit with the tip of his insistent tongue.
Licking the tip of his tongue across her swollen clit, Atheling heard a soft gurgle escape out of her mouth around the earl’s pistoning prick.
Then as he began teasing and tormenting her big clit, Atheling reached up and latched onto her undulating tits with both hands. Milk was seeping out of her big, puffy nipples coating her breast and his hands with its sticky warmth as he plucked and pulled on them.
As Atheling continued to lick and lap at Gretchen’s big clit, he could hear the earl panting and grunting as his hips worked back and forth faster and faster.
“Yes—yes—yes—suck harder—harder—” the earl grunted as he pumped his cock in and out of Gretchen’s mouth.
“Unhhhhhhh . . .” Gretchen gurgled out around his cock as she hungrily slurped away at it.
Looking up over Gretchen’s smoothly shaven mons and her softly rounded belly, Atheling could see that the earl’s face was distorted into a pre-eruptive grimace as he humped away at the girl’s pretty face.
Then, all of a sudden, the earl lunged forward and buried his cock into Gretchen’s mouth all the way up to its hairy hilt. As he did, Atheling heard Gretchen give out a choking gurgle and the muscles in her throat began to clench and relax. She had taken him into her throat, Atheling perversely thought as the earl continued to hold his cock thrust down into the girl’s mouth. Atheling could only imagine how much cum the earl’s evil cock was spewing out into the girl’s throat as Gretchen’s full, pink lips were buried in the mass of curly brown hairs encircling the thick base of the earl’s buried cock. The earl’s big, dangling balls were hanging down below his cock and brushing against her forehead as he kept himself thrust down into her throat.
At last, with a tired grunt, the earl stepped back and slowly pulled his wilting penis out of her mouth and throat. As he did, Gretchen’s tits heaved up and down wildly when she sucked in a deep, lungful of air.
“My Lady, please let me know if you ever wish to leave your service to the queen,” the earl groaned. “For if you do, I have a position for you in my castle . . .”
“Did I please the earl?” she asked, coyly running her little, pink tongue around her lips.
“Never has he been pleased so royally,” he muttered, stepping back up to her and lifting his limp penis back up to her mouth. “But now, you must bring your royal mount back to life.”
“As you wish,” she laughed, opening her mouth and sucking his big dick back inside it.
As Atheling kept on tonguing and licking at her clit, Gretchen lifted her feet up into the air and gently rested their soles on his broad shoulders. Then, she splayed her legs out so wide the soles of her feet were resting against his neck as she humped herself up at his ravaging attack on her vulnerable clit.
Seeing the muscles in her belly tightening, Atheling assaulted her clit with even more savagery, slashing his tongue back and forth across it as fast as he could.
Then, even as she continued to feast on the earl’s hardening penis, she gave out a loud “Oompfffff.”
Her whole body stiffened and her legs began to quiver and shake as she thrust herself up against Atheling’s mouth.
As she came, the earl sadistically pumped his cock in and out of her mouth, never even slowing his attack on it. But Gretchen didn’t seem to mind as she came and came and came.
But at last it was over for her as she melted back down onto the table.
Rising up from between Gretchen’s chunky legs, Atheling wiped the back of his hand across his lips and saw that the earl’s prodigious penis was once again back in full fighting order. But that didn’t deter the earl from continuing his assault on Gretchen’s mouth. And as he humped away at her mouth, the earl now had his hands wrapped around Gretchen’s mammoth breasts. He was roughly squeezing them, pulling on them and milking them. As he did streams of milk were squirting up from her big, puffy nipples and splashing back down on her breasts speckling them with little, white dots of milk.
“I think the time has come for her ride,” Atheling said.
“I suppose so,” the earl grunted, reluctantly letting go of her tits and slowly backing his cock out of her mouth.
Reaching for Gretchen’s hands, Atheling took hold of them and pulled her up to a sitting position. Then, wrapping his hands around her ample waist, he lifted her off the table and set her down on the floor. Her big, pendulous breasts were covered with streams of white milk as they jiggled and shook. Taking her by the hand, Atheling led her across the cold stone floor to his big, king-sized bed.
“Let me, my King,” James said, stepping around Atheling and crawling up on the bed.
Then as Atheling and Gretchen stood watching, James rolled over onto his back. As he did, his big, hard cock slashed back and forth angrily before he grabbed hold of it and held it sticking straight up in the air.
“Your mount awaits you, my Lady,” James smirked at Gretchen.
“And as fine a looking mount as I have ever ridden, my Lord,” Gretchen giggled, putting a knee up on the bed and crawling up on it. Straddling the earl’s hairy legs, she crawled up his body until her pussy was directly above his jutting penis. Atheling watched on as Gretchen reached down between her wide spread legs and brushed the earl’s hand aside. Grabbing hold of the earl’s cock, she spread her legs wider and lowered her hips, letting her pussy settle down around the pointy tip of the head of the earl’s penis. As she did, James thrust his hips up at her at the same instant she dropped down on him, taking his big dick up into her pussy all the way up to the hilt.
Then, as James began to hump his peter up into Gretchen’s pussy, Atheling reached down and pushed James’s hairy legs apart. Admiring Gretchen’s bountiful ass as it flounced up and down in front of him, Atheling crawled up on the bed between James’s outstretched legs. Moving up behind Gretchen, he wrapped one hand around her waist and the other around his big, jutting cock. Leaning forward, he lifted his cock up to Gretchen’s already stuffed pussy. Fitting the tapered tip of his cock down on the bottom of James’s slowly pistoning penis, Atheling leaned forward and slowly forced the head of his cock down into Gretchen’s widely stretched pussy. The fleshy opening of her vagina gave way slowly as Atheling’s big cockhead stretched it open and eased inside. Gretchen gave out a soft murmur as Atheling let go of his cock and leaned into her forcing his big cock deeper into the clinging tightness of her pussy.
The hot muck of Gretchen’s cunt collapsed down around the two invading peters as Atheling inched his penis in along the bottom of the earl’s embedded monster. Rubbing along the underside of the earl’s giant cock, Atheling’s big penis burrowed deeper and deeper into the tight, clinging core of Gretchen’s widely stretched vagina.
At last, both of the huge cocks were buried up to their hairy hilts inside Gretchen’s cunt.
“Oh, my Lords, you’re stretching my poor, little pussy so bad . . .” Gretchen groaned out.
It was a strange sensation feeling his big dick rubbing along the rounded bottom of the earl’s cock, Atheling thought as he began to slowly rock back and forth. Both men were now working their big cocks in and out of Gretchen’s accommodating pussy as her big tits swung back and forth below her. As they did, her big, puffy nipples scraped along the earl’s hair chest sending tickles of excitement down to her widely stretched pussy.
Wrapping both hands around her waist, Atheling jerked Gretchen back and forth on their big cocks as her soft ass slapped against his belly and his big, dangling balls slapped up against the earl’s equally large gonads. It was hard to believe that a pussy that could feel nice and tight on one cock could take both of their oversized penises.
The fat, bloated lips of Gretchen’s pussy wetly clung to the two giants as they slid in and out of her overstuffed pussy.
The earl hardly had to do any work at all as Atheling’s big cock rubbed back and forth along his cock. In a sense, Atheling was involuntarily masturbating the earl’s cock with his own cock.
“I’m going to come, my Lords . . .”Gretchen gasped out, throwing her head back and frantically humping herself back at the two cocks as they slashed in and out of her pussy.
Both men immediately picked up the pace of their fucking, hammering their cocks into her at a frantic cadence.
The king’s chamber was filled with the obscene, vulgar sounds of their fucking as the sounds reverberated and echoed off the stone walls. Time passed slowly as the two men continued to pound away at Gretchen’s meaty cunt. Five minutes passed, then ten, but neither man relented in his savage attack on her froth-smeared pussy as she worked herself back and forth on the two pistoning giants.
Finally, James gave out a long, shuddering groan as he arched his back and drove his cock up into Gretchen’s pussy as deep as it would go.
Just then, James’s penis lurched and Atheling felt a gush of warm, gooey cum coat his own penis as he continued to slam it into Gretchen’s spasming pussy.
“Come—my King—come—” Gretchen groaned out straining back against him as her body began to tremble and shake.
Then Atheling felt his own peter kick down inside Gretchen’s overstuffed pussy as it spurted out a massive gush of thick, hot cum that immediately mixed with the earl’s gooey semen filling Gretchen’s pussy to the point of overflowing.
The two giant peters continued to spew out their creamy load into Gretchen’s overflowing pussy as she trembled and shook her way through her orgasm. At last, emptied, Atheling leaned back and pulled his cum-coated penis out of Gretchen’s widely stretched pussy. As he did, a gush of cum spewed out of her pussy, ran down the shaft of the earl’s penis and poured down onto the earl’s big, hairy balls.
“Royal balls certainly hold a lot cr?,” Gretchen giggled as she leaned forward and let the earl’s softening penis slither out of her cunt. As it did, it flopped down onto his belly and continued to shrink and shrivel.
“Sweet Gretchen, you bring out the best in a man,” Atheling snickered, dropping his feet back down onto the floor.
“That she does . . .” James agreed as Gretchen threw a leg off him and crawled over to the edge of the bed where Atheling stood watching her.
Dropping her dainty feet down onto the cold, stone floor, she stood up beside Atheling and reached out to his dangling penis.
“What would the Queen think of her sweet, little handmaiden if she knew what a bawdy slut she was?” James smirked at her as he scooted over to the edge of the bed.
“Would you like to ask her?” Atheling leered at the earl as James pushed up to his feet.
“What?” James asked cupping one of Gretchen’s giant tits and giving it a soft squeeze. “What does my King mean?”
“Would you like to ask the queen in person?” Atheling smirked, stepping over and pulling his heavy, black robe off its peg.
“You mean . . .” James said, letting the insinuation hang in the air like a suspended dagger.
Walking back over to Gretchen, Atheling draped his robe around her shoulders and fastened jeweled clasp at its neck.
“Gretchen, go tell my mother that I would like see her,” Atheling smiled, taking her hand and leading her over to the door.
“As you say, my King,” Gretchen said, giving Atheling a little smile as she curtsied to him.
Then he pulled the door open and gave her a little slap on the butt through the robe as she walked out through the door.
“Hurry, my Lady, for we wish not to be kept waiting,” Atheling laughed.
Closing the door, he left it unlocked and retrieved his goblet of wine.
“So what is going on, my King?” James asked, joining Atheling by the roaring fireplace.
“It all began back when good King Enclaus was killed back in the Hasting War,” Atheling said, taking another sip on his wine.
“Yes, I remember it well,” James smiled, looking up at the black crossbow hanging above the roaring fireplace. “Killed by a crossbow, as I recall . . .”
“Yes, that’s right,” Atheling smirked, following James’s eyes with his own. “A crossbow! And that is when I decided to claim my kingly right to succession.”
“You mean your right to claim the old king’s queen as your own queen? But she is your mother . . .” James murmured, staring into Atheling’s cold, blue eyes.
“Yes, she is,” Atheling leered back at him. “And that’s what makes it that much more pleasurable. Don’t you think?”
“My, God, man,” James swore. “Why I haven’t even stooped that low . . .”
“Would you like to?” Atheling leered at him.
“What? Fuck my mother?” James shot back at him.
“No,” Atheling snorted. “Fuck my mother. Fuck the queen . . .”
“What? Do you mean it? Fuck your mother? Fuck the most beautiful woman in the land?” James choked out. “What man wouldn’t want to do that . . . but what is the catch? What do I have to pay for such a treasure?”
“No catch,” Atheling said, taking another sip off his wine as he looked over at James with his icy, blue eyes. “She is my queen and she must learn her place. And that place is to please her new king. Please him and do anything that he requests of her. So if my request is for her to bring pleasure to my friends, then so be it, she must comply. Understand?”
“No jealousy?” James asked.
“Oh, a trifle, but nothing to compare to the enjoyment I’ll get watching her suffer the humiliation I know that she will rightly undergo at your hands,” Atheling leered back at him.
“If you say so, my King . . . then it will be so,” James said, smirking and taking another long sip on his wine.
Just then, there was a faint knock on the door.
“You may enter, the door is unlocked,” Atheling said, smiling at the earl.
The door swung outward as Queen Ides peeked around it.
“Oh, my King . . . what?” she gasped, her big, flared eyes darting back and forth between the two naked men who sat leering back at her.
“Come in, come in, my Queen,” Atheling smiled.
Queen Ides took a tentative step into the chamber. As she did, Gretchen stepped in behind her and quietly closed the door.
“Mother, I’m sure you know James, the Earl of Sade . . .” Atheling said, flippantly waving his hand at the earl.
“Uh, uh, yes, we’ve met . . .” Queen Ides mumbled, her face now a deep crimson as she nervously glanced over at the earl who sat with his legs splayed out and one draped over a chair arm to reveal his big, limp penis. “But, but what is this?”
“Well, the earl has put forth the supposition that you, my Queen, are the most beautiful woman in the land. Right, James?” Atheling said, smiling at his mother.
“Yes, yes, my King. Far more beautiful than any other . . .” James smiled, letting his eyes wander over her bosom and then down her long, flowing dress.
“So, I have invited you over so that you may show him the true extent of your beauty.” Atheling said, pushing up to his feet.
“No, my Lord, please, please don’t do this . . . please, I beg of you,” Queen Ides begged as Atheling stepped over to where she stood and grabbed hold of her hand.
Tugging on her hand gently, but forcefully, Atheling pulled across the room to the fireplace where James sat smiling up at her.
“Gretchen, would you please disrobe the queen . . . so that the earl may see the real extent of her beauty . . .” Atheling ordered.
“Yes, my King,” Gretchen said, stepping back over to the peg that had held Atheling’s robe. She quickly swept the robe off and draped it on the peg before stepping over to where the queen stood staring at her in stunned disbelief.
“Gretchen . . .” Queen Ides murmured as Gretchen stepped up behind her and reached up to the neckline of the queen’s dress.
“It is my King’s order, my Queen,” Gretchen murmured, plucking at the buttons on the back of the queen’s dress.
“Atheling . . . please . . . please don’t make me do this,” Ides choked out, helplessly looking over at him as he sat in his chair sipping on his wine and watching her.
“Why, my Queen,” Atheling leered back at her. “We both know how much you like a big, hard cock . . . and James’s cock is just as big and hard as mine . . . so I’m sure that you will find it satisfactory in all aspects . . . and if that isn’t enough, we have other plans for your sweet pussy . . .”
“James, please make him stop this madness,” Ides said, turning her attention to the earl.
“But, my Queen, he is the King . . . what can a lowly earl do to circumvent the king’s orders?” James smiled up at her, watching her dress loosen its hold on her body as more and more buttons were unbuttoned.
“This is a disgrace,” she fumed as Gretchen’s fingers crept lower and lower down the back of her dress.
“As I have told you before, my Queen. I am growing exceedingly tired of your endless protests. I am your King! Obey me! Now!” Atheling growled.
At last Gretchen unbuttoned the final button and stood back up. Stepping around in front of the queen, she grasped the cuffs of the dress’s long sleeves and gave them a little tug. The sleeves came sliding down Ides arm as the rest of the dress fell forward exposing the silk chemise underneath it.
“Please, Atheling, don’t do this . . .” Ides murmured as Gretchen bent down and grasped the hem of the silk chemise. Gretchen then slowly lifted it up Queen Ide’s body revealing her red, satin pantaloons. Then as it lifted higher, Ides’ beautiful breasts emerged from under the silk chemise.
“Oh, my Lady . . .” James gasped, gawking down at her quivering breasts as Ides lifted her hands up into the air and Gretchen pulled the chemise up over them. ‘So beautiful . . . everything I had imagined and more . . . much, much more.”
The big, round globes of smooth, pink flesh hung down heavily, jiggling and quivering as James worshipfully stared at them in awe and reverence.
“James, you may show your respect to the Queen’s sweet pussy, if you wish,” Atheling smirked, motioning for Gretchen to come to him as he wrapped his hand around his big, limp penis and lifted it into the air. “Come Gretchen, I have some more royal sausage for you to dine on . . .”
Pushing up out of the chair, James stepped over to Queen Ides.
“Please, my Lord, don’t do this . . .” she whimpered softly.
“My Queen, it is the King’s order,” James smirked at her, slowly dropping to his knees in front of her. “But first we must remove these impediments.”
As he spoke, he reached out to the little, silk bow on the waist band of her red, satin pantaloons. Pinching it between a finger and thumb, he gave it a gentle tug and watched on expectantly as her pantaloons went whispering down over the curve of her hips. As the red satin slithered down Ides’ long legs, it revealed the nest of black curls covering the V of Ides’ softly sloped belly and the two meaty lips hanging down below it.
“Please, my Lord . . .” Ides begged as James reached out and reverently ran his fingertips over the nest of soft curls.
“Such a precious treasure,” James whispered, wrapping his hands around her waist and pulling himself up to his feet.
“Please, James . . .” Ides pleaded.
“Come, my Queen, sit. Make yourself comfortable,” James told her, gently tugging on her hand, leading her to his chair. “For I wish to dine on the sweet delicacy that lies down between your lovely legs . . .”
“Please, my Lord . . .” she hopelessly whispered, helplessly standing in front of the big, black chair.
Standing behind her, James reached out and gently grasped hold of her hips. Then, he gently turned her until her back was to the chair. Smiling at her as she plaintively stared into his cold, dark eyes, James softly, but insistently forced her down onto the chair.
Watching on, perversely pleased with his mother’s misery, Atheling could feel Gretchen’s lips working on his cock. She was on her knees in front of him, kneeling on the big, bearskin rug that lay in front of the fireplace. She had one hand curled around his cock, holding it up and her other hand was under his big balls, cupping them, squeezing and playing with them.
Then Atheling saw James drop to his knees on the rug in front of his mother. As James did, he reached down and wrapped his hands around the queen’s trim ankles. Insolently staring into her big, tear-rimmed eyes, he slowly lifted her legs up into the air and placed her dainty feet on his shoulders. Looking down at the beautiful, pink rose that lay between her legs, he slowly pushed her legs apart until the sides of her thighs were resting against the arms of the chair.
With the queen’s legs now widely splayed, the soft, warm soles of her feet were pressed against James’s neck as he slid his hands down under her thighs and curled them up over their tops.
Gently tugging on her legs, James pulled her toward him until big, pink gash was perched just above the edge of the chair seat. Then James leaned down and began to probe and lick at the big, fleshy lips of her pussy with his tongue, trying to spread them open and reveal the secret opening between them. They slowly unfurled and his tongue found the seeping slit. Savoring the piquant tartness of her juices, James slowly licked his way up to her swollen, jutting clit.
The room reeked of the inciting smell of hot, aroused pussy . . . and sex, Atheling laughed to himself. The two women were literally smelling up the room . . .
Even from where his sat, Atheling could see that his mother’s big clit was hard and swollen, sticking up out of its fleshy hood seemingly begging for attention. It wasn’t the only thing that was hard and swollen, he sickly thought as he looked down at his almost fully erect penis and watched Gretchen’s pouty, pink lips working up and down its shaft. The girl certainly knew how to please a man, he told himself as he felt her hot tongue twirling round and round the head of his prick while she sucked on him.
Looking back over at the queen and James, he saw that his mother had her eyes clenched shut as her head was thrust back against the chair. Her arms were resting on the arms of the chair with her hands tightly clasped around them. Her legs were still widely splayed out exposing her vulnerable pussy to James’s slashing tongue. Her pretty face was etched with a grimace. Atheling wondered if the grimace was one of pleasure or one of determination not to give in to James’s slashing tongue.
Then Atheling felt Gretchen’s mouth lift off his fully hardened penis. Looking down, he saw her shove his big prick up against his belly and slowly lick her way down the rounded bulge running along its underside. She licked her way down its entire length down to his big, dangling balls. Slowly, sensually, she wrapped her pouty lips around one of the big orbs and sucked it into her mouth. Running her hot, little tongue over it, she opened her mouth wider and with her fingertips, she guided his other big ball into her mouth.
Atheling could feel her gently sucking and pulling on his big balls with her hot mouth. Then, as she continued to suck on his balls, Atheling felt her fingertips tickle up the crack of his ass until they brushed across the fluted pout of his asshole. Wondering what Gretchen was up to, he watched her let his balls slither out of her mouth as she slowly licked her way back up to the swollen, purple head of his cock. She quickly and loudly sucked his cock back into her mouth as her fingertips continued to play across his asshole. As Gretchen worked her mouth up and down the shaft of his cock, Atheling looked back over at his mother and James. When he did, he saw that his mother now had her fingers curled down in James’s long, black hair and was pulling him against her pussy as she ground it against his mouth. Her long legs were bouncing up and down on the arms of the chair as she humped herself up at the earl’s hungry mouth.
“Yes—yes—yes—” Atheling heard her hiss as her butt bounced up and down on the seat of the chair and her huge tits floundered about heavily.
Well, so much for her fighting it, Atheling sickly thought as he watched James ravage her pussy with his mouth.
Then he saw his mother’s legs shoot out as her body stiffened and she began to groan and strain up against James’s insistent mouth. Her legs were now draped over James’s shoulders with the backs of her knees resting on them. Her legs hung down over his back and her soft, round, little heels were beating against James’s back.
“Yes—yes—yes—” she hissed again grinding her pussy against James’s mouth as she held him shoved down against it.
Atheling could see that her whole groin was slathered with her thick, frothy juices as it poured out of her spasming pussy and ran down onto the seat of the chair.
Then, as her body began to relax, she eased her fingers back out of James’s sweaty hair.
“James . . .” she softly murmured, running her fingertips through his hair.
A spark of jealousy flared off in Atheling’s brain as he watched the intimacy his mother was lavishing on James. He had meant to humiliate her, not this, he sickly thought.
Then he watched his mother lift her legs off James’s shoulders and drop her feet back down onto the rug. When she did, James reached out and grabbed hold of the arms of the chair and used them to pull himself to his feet. As he did, Atheling saw that the earl’s big dick was jutting out stiff and hard as it bobbed up and down in front Queen Ide’s pretty face.
“My . . .” Atheling heard his mother murmur as she reached up and wrapped a hand around the jutting monster. With a lusty, little smile playing across her full, red lips, she looked up into James’s eyes as she opened her mouth and pulled his cock toward it.
Watching on enviously, Atheling watched the earl curl his hips up and ease his big cock in between Queen Ides’s full lips. As he did, Atheling watched his mother’s lips collapse down around the thick, swollen shaft of the earl’s jutting penis. Then he heard a loud slurp as his mother began to suck on the earl’s big cock.
As Gretchen continued to suck on his own cock, Atheling watched James’s muscular ass begin to rock back and forth as the earl fucked Queen Ides’s pretty face. Then he saw the earl reach out and grab hold of her hair. Holding onto her black hair, he fisted his hand down into it and used it to jerk it her head back and forth as he humped away at her mouth.
“Enough . . .” Atheling said, a touch of anger creeping into his voice.
James’s ass slowly ground to a halt and he slowly backed his big dick out of Ides’ mouth.
“Sorry, my King, I got a little carried away,” the earl panted, releasing his hold on the queen’s hair.
Atheling pushed Gretchen away and stood up. Stepping over to where his mother sat looking up at him, he reached down and took hold of her hand. With a rough tug, he pulled her to her feet.
“Please sit, James,” Atheling told the earl.
With a knowing smile on his face, James turned and sat back down in his chair. His big, stiff penis was still jutting up into the air as he sat looking up at Atheling.
“Mount your steed, my Queen,” Atheling told his mother, turning her so that her back was to the earl.
Without a word of protest, Queen Ides slowly backed up between the earl’s legs until the back of her shapely calves brushed up against the chair. Then as the earl wrapped his hands around her narrow waist, she leaned back and grasped hold of the arms of the chair. As she leaned back, the earl gave out a grunt and lifted her at the same time she pushed up off the chair arms. Holding onto the arms, she lifted her feet off the floor and put then on the seat of the chair, one on each side of the earl’s hips.
Atheling stood watching as Gretchen stepped around him and dropped to her knees in front of the queen and the earl. Reaching out to the earl’s cock, she grasped hold of it and pulled it up into the air underneath the queen.
Looking down between her splayed legs at the earl’s jutting cock, Queen Ides slowly lowered her pussy down onto it. Atheling watched on enviously as her fat, bloated pussy lips descended down around the big, purple head of James’s peter while his mother lowered herself down onto the giant. As Ides lowered herself down on the earl’s penis, Gretchen continued to hold it up into the air. Dropping lower and lower, the queen took more and more of James’s cock up inside her pussy. The earl kept his hands wrapped around her narrow waist forcing her down on the cock until her gorged pussy lips were wrapped around the thick, hairy base of his cock.
Grinding herself down on his hairy groin, the queen slowly rotated her hips around in a circle, twirling his big dick around in the tight clutch of her pussy.
“Lean back, my queen,” Atheling told her as he stepped up in front of them.
“What? What are you going to do?” she asked, leaning back against the earl’s hairy chest.
“Watch and you will see . . .” Atheling leered at her, stepping over the earl’s legs and straddling them. As he did, his big cock was sticking straight out, pointing right at his mother’s pussy. The rounded tip of his big, bloated cockhead nudged up against her clitoris as Atheling reached out and cupped his hands around the backs of her calves. Pulling them toward him, he lifted them up until the crooks of her ankles were resting on his shoulders.
“Gretchen, if you would help me,” he grinned down at her as she stood on her knees by the chair.
“What? What are you doing?” Ides asked, looking down at Atheling’s cock as it ominously pointed down at her already stuffed pussy.
“Yes, my King,” Gretchen murmured, wrapping her hand around the thick shaft of his penis and pulled it down until the tapered tip of its head was resting against the shaft of the earl’s buried cock.
“No! No! You can’t—it won’t fit—it’s too big¬—” Ides gasped staring down at Atheling’s big dick as he leaned into her and began to force the head of his penis into her pussy.
“It will fit, won’t it Gretchen,” Atheling smirked, continuing to force his cock into the tight opening of his mother’s pussy, stretching it open and spreading it wider. The fleshy gash began to stretch open, widening itself to accept the second monstrous cock as it slid down into it.
“Unnnnnnnn . . .” Ides groaned out as Atheling continued to push his penis down into the clutching sheath of her vagina. Just as it had been with Gretchen, it felt strange having the rounded underside of the earl’s big cock rubbing along the underside of his cock, Atheling thought as he continued to inch his penis into her deeper and deeper.
The head of Atheling’s cock rubbed against the rounded underside of the earl’s cock as it stretched the opening of her vagina wider and forced its way into the clutching muck of her pussy.
“Oh—oh—so big—” Ides whimpered as Atheling’s cock slowly disappeared down inside her pussy.
Atheling didn’t relent and kept pushing it into her until he was finally buried balls deep inside her. As his hairy belly nudged up against her belly, his big, dangling balls slapped up against the earl’s balls. Now both men had their big cocks buried inside her accommodating pussy all the way up to the hilt.
“How does that feel, my Queen?” Atheling asked, leering at her.
“So full—” she whined.
Then Atheling slowly backed his peter back down the stretched channel of her pussy. And as he did, Gretchen placed a finger on the queen’s clit and forced it down against the shaft of Atheling’s retreating penis. Now the rounded bottoms of the men’s cocks rubbed together as they both began to fuck them in and out of her overstuffed pussy.
“I didn’t think it possible,” the queen murmured as Atheling reached around her upthrust legs and clutched her big, jiggling breasts. Squeezing and plucking at her breasts, he saw the big, puffy nipples begin to ooze and seep out streams of pure, white milk. The warm milk oozed out of the nipples, down over his hands, over the rounded underside of her breasts and onto her belly.
The two cocks rubbed together as they slashed in and out of the queen’s widely stretched cunt. Atheling’s ass was flying back and forth as he pounded away at her overstuffed pussy while the earl was curling his ass up off the chair and impaling the queen’s cunt at the same time. The flared edges of the cock’s big heads rubbed together as the two men forced their big cocks deeper into her accommodating pussy. In and out, in and out, the giant peters worked as they plowed the ballooned channel of the queen’s stuffed pussy. Grunting and huffing, the two men furiously fucked Ides’ cunt as their cocks scraped together inside her.
The thick, meaty lips of the queen’s pussy wetly clung to the two giants as they sawed in and out between them.
Then, as Atheling rocked back and forth, sliding his cock in and out of his mother’s pussy, he felt Gretchen’s fingers on his ass. Her fingers crept down into the crack of his ass and tickled their way over to the pout of his asshole. For several seconds, she continued to tickle and tease the fluted ring of flesh, and then Atheling felt one of her fingertips find the very center of the opening of his asshole. Atheling continued to work his ass back and forth, humping away at the queen’s pussy as Gretchen’s finger probed deeper and deeper down into his ass. All at once, Gretchen’s finger found his tender prostate. As she began to rub the tip of her finger back and forth over his prostate, Atheling felt new and exciting sensations welling up from his ass.
Looking down at Gretchen, he saw that she was grinning up at him and working her finger back and forth faster. Time seemed to stand still as the two men pounded away at the queen’s widely stretched cunt. It seemed to Atheling that they had been fucking for hours as their big cocks slashed in and out of her.
Then Gretchen’s warm fingers curled around his dangling balls as they flopped back and forth under his pistoning peter. Roughly clutching and tugging on his balls, Gretchen continued to tickle and rub his prostate with the tip of her embedded finger.
As the two giant cocks slid in and out of Ides’ pussy, Atheling felt her begin to quiver and strain. The muscles in her shapely legs tightened and lifted off Atheling’s shoulders as she arched her tiny feet and pointed her toes at the ceiling.
Then a strangling, choking groan escaped her lips and she began shake. Her ass was pattering up and down and Atheling could feel her stretched pussy begin to clutch and grasp at their bounding cocks as Ides came and came on their big cocks. As she did, hot, sticky gushes of juice poured out around their pistoning peters, coating the earl’s big, dangling balls with its gummy heat.
The feelings radiating up from his impaled ass and balls were so pleasurable and new, Atheling felt the burn begin down inside his flopping balls. If she kept it up, he wasn’t going to be able to last much longer, he giddily thought.
Suddenly, Atheling felt the fireball down inside his balls erupt. As it did, he jerked back and the first gooey gob of cum spurted out of the head of his dick to land directly on his mother’s pussy and James’s embedded penis.
“Unh . . .” he grunted as he felt Gretchen’s fingers curl around his cock and begin to jerk up and down it. Clutching her hand tightly around his cock, Gretchen began to jerk him off as more and more thick, milky cream spurted out of his twitching cock to coat his mother’s pussy and belly with gobs of the hot, clinging goo.
Finally, he was finished and staggered backward toward his chair. Gretchen followed him and as he plopped down in his chair, she knelt in front of him and quickly sucked his depleted peter back into her mouth.
As she gently nursed his limp penis back to life, Atheling absent-mindedly ran his fingers through her silky hair and jealously watched James continue to fuck the queen.
With Atheling out of the picture, Ides lowered her feet back onto the chair seat and James wrapped his hands around the queen’s tiny waist. He was furiously jerking her up and down on his giant prong and Atheling could see the muscles in her legs working as he pushed herself up and down to aid the earl.
As they fucked, Ides’ mammoth, milk-laden breasts were heaving up and down wildly slinging streams of white milk from her big, pinkish-purple nipples, spraying her milk all over the place.
Then Atheling heard the earl give out a loud groan.
As he did, Ides quickly pushed herself up off the earl’s cock and dropped to the floor in front of the earl. Grasping his colossus in both her hands, she began to frantically jerk them up and down its thick, juice-coated shaft.
“Come, my Lord! Come! Come in your queen’s mouth!” She panted. As she spoke, she continued to jerk her hands up and down his cock at the same time she bent its big, plum-colored head toward her open mouth.
“My Lady!” the earl gasped as his cock pulsed and spurted out a massive gush of creamy, white cum directly into her open mouth.
Queen Ides kept on jerking her hands up and down his cock, milking it and coaxing out more and more of its creamy load. Then, as the last dying spasms twitched through his cock, she dropped her head and sank her full, painted lips down over the purple head of his penis. Atheling enviously watched as her cheeks hollowed and she lovingly cupped the earl’s big balls in the palm of her hand. She held the earl’s penis in her mouth for the longest time as she sucked and coaxed out the last remaining drops of his milky semen.
Taken back by his mother’s lewd behavior, Atheling watched her lift her head and slowly run her tongue around her cum-covered lips.
“The queen may leave now, if she wishes . . .” Atheling angrily snapped at her.
“Perhaps the queen doesn’t wish to leave . . .” she haughtily remarked, coldly smiling at him as she lovingly ran her fingertips over the earl’s softening penis. “Maybe the earl has further need of my services . . .”

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I’m his bitch 2

Fantasy. Both are 13 years old. I reccomend reading part one.
Brandon left and returned again. This time he was holding a black thong with a pink, fuzzy border. He made me go into a closet and change into them. Once I came back, he started laughing. The underwear, since it belonged to his 11 year old sister, was very small on me. There wasn’t really a back, and they were so small that the cloth that was supposed to cover my ass was riding up my crack, leaving both cheeks completely visible. Brandon told me how pathetic I was, and how I would make a great girl.
Then he told me it was time for more spanking. I got on my hands and knees, begging him not to. I was nearly crying; I didn’t want him to give me another spanking. But he did anyway. Brandon threw me over his knee again and started slapping my ass with his bare hand. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! It hurt even more because there weren’t any clothes covering me because the panties were riding up my ass hole. It was just his bare hand meeting my bare butt. I started whining and tears were filling up in my eyes. Then, Brandon surprised me. He stopped smacking and gently rubbed my smooth ass.
“Awwww, did that hurt?”, he asked. I was able to nod my head, still sniffling. I was happy that he was being nice now, but then…SMACK! “Well you shouldn’t have been spying on me bitch. I don’t care what you want, you’re nothing. All you’re good for is sucking my cock.
He smacked my ass cheeks a few more times before throwing me off his lap and onto the ground. Then, while I was on all fours trying to recover…SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! The spankings made me fall to the floor, and now tears were rolling down my face as I lay on the ground with Brandon standing over me. He spit again, this time it sprayed all over my face.
“Alright, faggot, get up”, he said. He motioned me, so I crawled over on my hands and knees. I still had the tight black and pink fuzzy panties on. Brandon yelled stop, so I stopped crawling and looked up at him. He walked over to a drawer and pulled out handcuffs. They weren’t regular handcuffs, they were blue. Instead of metal, it was covered in soft fur. Brandon grabbed my hands and locked them behind my back. Then he threw me onto the ground. I was laying on my back and he stepped over me. He bent down like he was going to take a shit, spread his ass checks out, exposing his asshole to me.
“Lick it, bitch”, he said.
“You…uhh…want me to give you…a…uh…a rimjob?”, I managed to say.
“Yeah, dumbass”, Brandon replied. Apparently he was sick of waiting, because he threw his ass down and was sitting on my face. He forced me to stick my tongue out. My tongue entered his asshole, and his muscular cheeks were smothering the cheeks on my face. I got a good look at his rim because it was less than an inch from my face. To be honest, I didn’t hate the smell. It actually smelled pretty good, sort of like body wash. He must clean it whenever he’s in the shower. Brandon’s asshole wasn’t the same color as his tan skin. It was still tan, except a little darker and it got more pink deeper in his hole.
First I started licking around his asshole. I didn’t get much of a taste. My own face started to get covered in my saliva. My entire mouth was wet.
“Okay, slut. Stick your entire fucking tongue in now.”, Brandon said.
I did as I was told. I shoved me tongue into his asshole. I didn’t really have a choice, anyways, because Brandon’s ass was completely pressed against my face now. It didn’t really have a taste, but it was a little bit salty. I was snaking my tongue in and out of Brandon’s ass. It was soaking wet now from my salivia. My face was, too. It was so wet that my tongue just slipped in and out. I could tell Brandon liked it because he continued to press his bare ass against my face and started moaning and groaning again.
Brandon let out one, long, loud moan before getting up. As he got up, I saw his ass glisten from how wet my mouth had made it.
“Alright, princess. Time to suck my dick again.”, Brandon said.
He grabbed me by the hair and pulled me to my knees. He thrusted his lips forward and his dick was right in front of my face. When I hesitated, he took me by the ears and started thrusting more, shoving his entire dick in my mouth. I started to gag because I wasn’t used to such a big thing in my mouth, but he just started face-fucking me even harder. Brandon turned my face and stuck his dick into my check. I could feel it poking into the side of my mouth, and then he turned my head back and continued to shove his cock in and out of my mouth. Just like last time, between his long and manly moans, he would say stuff like “oh, such a good little cocksucker” and “yeah, that’s a good boy”.
The entire time he was face-fucking me, Brandon’s balls were slapping against my face. I was amazed at how fast he could recover, because when they were hitting me in the face, I could tell that they were huge. I was afraid because I knew that his load would be huge. Brandon kept on shoving his dick into my mouth until his moans signaled that he was close to cumming. He shoved his cock into my mouth four more times (the entire shaft, all the way in, poking the back of my throat and making me gag) before he told me to get ready. Brandon shot his load into my mouth. It was so big that I couldn’t swallow it all and some of his sperm leaked from the sides of my mouth and dripped onto my chin, and chest.
“Oh yeahh bitch”, Brandon said. “how’d you like that? you want some more? here”, he continued, sticking his cum-covered dick in front of my face. Again, he made me lick it like a lollipop until he was completely clean. His load was so big that it got over his balls, too, so I had to suck on them one at a time to get all his sperm off.

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Trafficked Love Ch. 18

— THIS STORY CONTAINS EXPLICIT CONTENT AND VULGAR LANGUAGE. It is fictional and does not depict real people or events. —Call girl, Angel, believes there’s nothing nothing more to life than what she is doing now. But when she falls in love with an undercover cop, and things get heated between her and her pimp, Angel searches for answers. Is this really all she is destined for? Could she escape if she wanted to? Would the outside world accept her if she left this lifestyle behind?

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Home For The Holidays Ch. 1: Happy New Years

— THIS STORY CONTAINS EXPLICIT CONTENT AND VULGAR LANGUAGE. It is fictional and does not depict real people or events. — Housewife Rose finds herself more than just a hostess for her husband’s holiday parties. Her husband also intends that she be the featured entertainment! Follow Rose as she entertains her husband’s guests, as she finds herself stuck at home for the holidays.

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A day at the Grange pt 1

Written and edited with the collaboration and inspiration of a good friend and favourite naughty mouse.
Sir Richard Grey was taking his afternoon walk one glorious summer’s day, strolling down the lanes a few miles from his estate. As he approached a cross roads around the corner, a young lady came riding side saddle. Her horse was startled to see him, and reared a little, but she brought him under control quickly with a few flicks of her riding crop.
“Sir, do you make it a habit of yours to disturb riders while you are strolling out”?
“Young miss surely you should be taking more care, have you never been given proper instructions in how to behave”.
The young lady looked upon Sir Richard in a haughty manner, stating to him that she had attended one of the country’s finest schools for young ladies. Sir Richard stated that maybe she should ask her father to send her to the Grange tomorrow for further instructions. Again she replied in a haughty manner, that her father had died during a voyage to the African colonies.
“Well I’m sorry to hear that young miss, but you should ask your mother then, I will expect you for luncheon before the staff are dismissed for the weekend”.
“Your name sir then I may attend, but I would know your name first”.
“Sir Richard Gray, young miss tell your coachman to bring you to the grange”.
Sir Richard turned on his heels and strolled off without a backwards glance. The young lady narrowed her eyes and continued on her way.
The next day as noon was approaching a carriage arrived at the entrance to the grange; Sir Richard was waiting for it at the doors, he had dismissed most of his staff; the carriage halted and the coachman helped two ladies down from it.
“See Lillian Sir Richard is awaiting us, I told you he was a gentleman, Sir Richard I am here as you requested, but mamma insisted I bring along a chaperone, so my cousin has kindly agreed to attend with me”.
“Well young miss that meets with my expectations of you, but surely you should allow me to know your name”.
“How amiss of me, I am the Lady Charlotte”.
“Well ladies come in and you may dismiss your coachman, I will have mine return you to your home when we have finished”.
Charlotte dismissed her driver and followed Sir Richard to the door; he held it open and escorted the ladies inside. As she walked into the hallway charlotte looked around and stated.
“Sir Richard, are those cobwebs I see, do you not make sure staff do their jobs correctly?”
“Miss Charlotte, it seems that they take advantage of my good nature, they are not doing as they used to when my late wife was in charge of the household”?
“Well you must run a tight ship sir, or they will always be slovenly, maybe I should give them some instructions for you”.
“Alas we only have young Sally here today, the rest have a half day off, but she can be given instructions after lunch”.
They enter the rather large parlour and Sir Richard offers the ladies a drink, they accept a sherry each while he opts for a scotch; he sits in an armchair while the ladies perch demurely on the couch.
They make small talk about his lands, and plans for the farms he owns; the conversation turns to education. All three agree that the education of young ladies is certainly lacking in some areas. Sir Richard says if he is elected as the local MP at the next general election, he will introduce a private members bill to address this oversight. At this point Sally enters the room carrying a tray of cold cuts and a salad.
“Aaahh Sally, leave it on the table we will serve ourselves, but return in one hour the Lady Charlotte has some instructions for you”.
Sally bobs a curtsy and hurries out.
The conversation meanders, taking in various subjects involving farming practices, land management, and to how he will fair in the elections. The hour passed quickly and Sally returned as instructed.
“Very good you’re here Sally, now stand there Lady Charlotte has some instructions for you”.
Charlotte stands and walks around the girl, inspecting her as she stands there in her long maids skirt and white blouse.
“Sally, I see your work is a little slovenly, why is this and how old are you?”
“Miss I’m sixteen, and I do my best but the master he has me doing other things for him as well”.
“That is no excuse, now I will have to give you some punishment to make sure your work improves”.
With this Charlotte pushed her to the table, and forced her face down over it; she then ordered her to pull her bloomers down. Sally went bright red as she did this; Charlotte told her to now to bend over the table, asking Sir Richard to get her his best cane.
Richard went to the closet and returned with a fine bamboo cane, as he handed it to her, she instructed him to raise the girl’s skirt. Sally was blushing bright red as her master raised her skirt up, bunching it around her waist.
“Now Sally, you will receive ten lashes of this cane to remind you how to behave, and clean in the house of a gentleman. After each stroke you will count it off, and say ‘Thank you miss’ do you understand?”
“Yes miss”
Charlotte raises the cane above her head, smiling brightly she brought the cane down in a fast arc, striking Sally across both buttocks leaving a bright red stripe.
“Yowwwwwwwlllll, one miss”.
With the smile still on her lips, charlotte raised the cane and once again lashed it down, leaving another stripe over Sally’s sweet young buttocks.
“Yowwwwwwwlllll, two miss”.
“Yowwwwwwwlllll, three miss”.
“Yowwwwwwwlllll, four miss”.
“Yowwwwwwwlllll, five miss”.
“Yowwwwwwwlllll, six miss”.
Charlotte stopped and inspected Sally’s backside, running her fingers along the red welts she had raised with the cane. Then without any warning she raised her hand, and lashed down harder.
“Aaaaaaaaaarrrrggggggg, oh god that hurts please stop”.
“Why you wilful strumpet, you make demands of me, you will get one extra stroke for that”.
“Aaaaaaaaarrrggh, oh god eight miss”.
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrgghhh nine miss”
“Yowwwwwwwlllll, ten miss”.
Charlotte applied the last stroke as hard as she could.
“Aaaaaaaaaarrrrgghhhhhhh, oh god, oh god eleven miss”.
Sally was sobbing loudly, tears running down her cheeks, staining the polished surface of the fine oak table she was laying on.
Charlotte again inspected Sally’s buttocks, running her fingers along the welts, pinching them occasionally. “You see Sir Richard, this is how one should treat staff that do not complete their appointed tasks; now come over here and see”.
Sir Richard walked over and looked down at Sally’s bruised and red buttocks with a thin smile on his lips.
“Oh Sir Richard, your manhood is making its presence known to us go take a seat, Lillian kneel before Sir Richard and help him with his problem”.
Sir Richard sat down as Lillian knelt before him; she reached out with trembling hands and unbuttoned his breeches, he himself removed his jacket. She slid them to his ankles, once she had removed his boots she slipped them off; again she reached forward and took his large member in her tiny hand she began to rub the shaft.
Sir Richard’s breath quickened as Lillian moved her head forward, flicking her tongue out she began to lick around his member , up and down the shaft and across the head of it, licking up and swallowing the small amount of liquid that had leaked out. Suddenly she lowered her mouth over his tumescent member, engulfing it completely in her warm mouth; Richard moaned loudly as he felt her teeth grazing along his shaft, as she moved her head up and down.
With one hand on his shaft Lillian used the other to undo the buttons of her dress, slipping it off her shoulders she pulled her dress off, followed by her petticoat and bloomers. Now naked except for her stockings and boots, she leant forward and wrapped her ample bosom around the hard member in front of her; pinching her own nipples. She began to rub them up and down his shaft, licking the end of his member every time it pushed through the top of her bosoms.
Richards breathing and moaning became more urgent as he reached out and pushed Lillian’s head down onto his shaft, moaning loudly he shouted out that he was coming. Lillian opened her mouth wide to accept his seed as he flooded out hitting her in the face; she wiped her fingers across lips and sucked them clean.
Charlotte looked over and asked if he was satisfied, to which he replied for the moment I am.

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