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My boss

I’ve always had this fantasy about my boss at work. Now I’m going to share it with you. But first let me give you a little information on how he really is.
His name is Joseph. Forty-two and really skinny. A sort of stuck up man. He owns a restaurant in the small town I live near by. He has a bitch of a wife and eight kids. Yea eight. He never compliments me or any of his employees. The few times he ever really talks to me is when he lectures me. He’s Mormon. So he’d never cheat on his wife. But that doesn’t mean i can’t fantasize.
Now a little of my story. For some odd reason I’m really attracted to him. His power over me, turns me on. The fact that he he barely acknowledge my existence, makes my heart race. He’d never do this, but I’ve given some thought about what I want to happen. So on to the fantasy.
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I’m at work. I’m working really hard cooking order after order. He’s right beside me as usual. We finally beat the lunch rush and begin to clean up the mess in stock. Most of our boxes and lids are stored upstairs and from time to time we have to go up there and grab a bunch of stuff to restock.
“Elaine, we need eight by eights. Will you go upstairs and get them please?” I of coarse do as told. I run upstairs and turned on the storage lights. After searching for a bit I found what I was looking for and turned around to turn the light off, but was face to face will Joseph. A little shocked I stuttered, ” I’m sorry. Was I up here to long?” He didn’t say a word.
Staring at each other for a minute I finally began to try to get out of the room. But as I tried to get passed him he pushed me back. I tried again only a little harder. He grabbed my hips. Then with a hard push, knocked me down and pinned me to the floor. I was so confused and scared I didn’t know what to say.
“I know you want this. I can see it in your eyes. Well, I know i do. I want to fuck you hard.” I was shocked by his words but he was right. I did want it. He started to kiss me passionately. I eagerly kissed him back. I ripped his shirt off. I heard his many buttons fly everywhere. I kissed his chest. In my mind I imagine it hard and muscular. Then completely remove the torn remains off.
He pulled my shirt off exposing my pump breasts. I could feels his eyes enjoying there firmness. He began to squeeze them then kissed the exposed skin. Then back to my lips. He lifted me up enough to undo my bra and then pinned me back down. I could feel my panties get wet. His mouth devour my hardened nipples. Kissing and sucking one at a time. He lifted his body up then undid his pants.
I knew instantly what to do. I grabbed out his throbbing cock and starting sucking. I also imagine it to be around eight inches. With every soft stroke of my mouth I get just a little deeper and he gets a little harder. Finally I get his full length in my mouth. I start pounding his cock against my face. He lets off loud moans. I go faster and faster and then feel his sweet cum in my throat. He pulls my head close to his body with every shot of come.
I lay back down. Impressed with my good sucking. But Joseph wasn’t done. ” I said I was going to fuck you hard.” With a hard jerk and twist he had me up on my knees. He rapidly undid my pants and pulled down my drenched panties. Without hesitation he pushed in his still hard cock. His first thrust was really hard. But after only three thrusts he sent me to an extreme orgasm. I tried hard not to scream.
He pulled on my hair and used it to keep his balance while his other hand slapped my ass. He moaned and breathed hard but fucked me harder and harder with every thrust. He moved his hand from my hair down to my swollen clit. Then sent me to a second orgasm. He pinched my clit and then pulled his hand up to where his cock was. I felt a finger with his cock inside of me. Then two, then three.
So afraid I was going to scream, I covered my mouth. He took his fingers out. ” OH fuck I’m going to come.” He pulled his cock out of my satisfied pussy and sprayed his come all over my ass then watched me rub it all over myself. He slapped his cock on my ass a few times and let it rest there. Then got a huge grin on his face.
How about a good ass fucking? I’ve never been in to that but I for some reason wanted him to. He covers his once again hard cock with saliva and slowly inserts himself in. I imagine it to feel really good. He starts slow then gets harder and faster. He puts two of his fingers inside of my well fucked pussy. Sliding in and out of it as he fucks my ass. He puts in three fingers. Then Four. Then slowly he has his whole hand inside of me.
I came again. My juices keeping me lubricated and his hand able to move. He starts to ram my ass and I feel his cock jerk. He moans louder and with four long and harder thrusts, comes in my ass. He pulls out and watches me put my clothes back on. Then I head home knowing if this keeps up I’ll get a raise.

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Fantasy

My Sister, my lover…(part 3)

The weekend before Kelly and I were due to return to school she announced she needed some new clothes. Kelly had grown over the summer and most of her school uniform didn’t fit her anymore (well not decently, anyway!). So, on Saturday morning Mum packed us both into the car for the trip into town. I needed some new things as well so it wasn’t too bad.
As we were walking around the shops Mum mentioned she too needed to pick up one or two things, in the underwear department. I was alittle embarrassed wandering around the racks of thongs, suspender belts and panties. I don’t know why I was nervious, after all I’d seen Mum with a whole lot less on than these skimpy clothes. But then it struck me, I was getting turned on! I felt a tingle in the base of my cock and the unmistakable wetness oozing from the tip of my dick confirmed my suspicions.
Kelly was sat by the changing room door, waiting for Mum,who was trying on a range of provocative undies. I’m not quite sure why as she hardly ever wore clothes at home, but I suppose she needed them for when she and Dad went out. The feeling in my cock intensified and I had to move. I walked around a display stand of thongs so that I was hidden from view, or so I thought! Quickly, I grapped my cock through my trousers and began rubbing the amterial up and down the shaft.
“What you doing?” asked Kelly. She’d seem me move and had followed me.
“Er…Kelly, don’t tell Mum will you”
“Why? It’s not as if she doesn’t know you wank off, she even helps you!”
“I know, but in public is different, you know what she’s said”
“Anyway, why do you need a wank right now?”
“All these clothes, the thought of Mum or you in them, just got me excited, that’s all”
A mischevious grin spread across Kelly’s face.
“Or you”
“What?”
“I bet you’d love to feel the soft silkiness of these panties pressing hard around your cock. Holding your balls in place. These sheer thrill of pulling silk stockings over your freshly shaved legs and the feel of a thongs pulled up tight under your arse!”
“Stop it Kelly, you’ll make me come…ah too late!”
And I shot a wad of cum into my boxers. Quickly I felt the warm wetness spread and begin to trickle down my right leg.
Just then, Mum pulled back the curtain of the changing room, a slightly flushed expression on her face.
“Are you okay Mum”, asked Kelly
“Yes, fine, just a little warm, that’s all”.
Mum paid for her purchases and just as we were leaving, she said she’d forgotten to look at something.
“Kelly, will you come back in with me, I want your opinion. Steve, you wait here we won’t be long”.
I had to turn my back to the street and look in the window as my jeans were showing a radiply expanding wet patch. Sure enough Kelly and Mum weren’t long and we were soon on our way home.
Later that afternoon, Kelly and I were out in the garden, when Mum called to me.
“Steve, can you come inside a few minutes, I’ve got something for you”
“Mum, where are you?” I called as I entered the house.
“Upstairs”
As I climbed the stairs I could see she was in my room. Pushing the door open I got a huge surprise! There, laid out on the bed, was a sheer black thong, silk stockings and a suspender belt. All topped off with a lacy bra.
“Steve, I overheard you this morning in the shop. That’s why I was a little flushed, I’d had a quick wank too at the thought of you wearing these! Kelly, told me, when we went back in, which set she thought you’d like. I hope she got it right?”
“Ye, she did” I didn’t know what else to say. “Isn’t is a little weird, a boy dressing in womens underwear?”
“Why? It’s no more weird than a brother and sister fucking eachother and the rest of the family too”
“I suppose not”. My mouth was dry with anticipation but my cock was making up for the moisture.
“Look,” Mum said “I’ll leave you to it. Try them on and let’s have a look at you. Call us when you’re ready”.
Oh my God! Kelly was absolutely right the feeling of silk against my shaven legs and cock was out of this world. First, I slipped my right foot into a stocking and slowly rolled it up, revelling in ever seconds worth of sensation. I repeated the process with my left leg, before wrapping the suspender belt around my waist and attaching the fasteners.
Next it was the thong, and as the material stretched across my cock, it spasmed and sent out a squirt of pre-cum juice soaking the silk. It all felt so natural and right. At last I felt a completeness I didn’t know I was missing.
I just stood there looking the mirror, admiring how I looked. I was slender and the lingerie fitted me perfectly. My shaved state helped my look like a teenage girl and I felt fantastic. After a few moments I called Mum and Kelly, for them to come and see how I looked. When Mum saw me, her hand shot between her legs and she began playing with her clit.
“Wow, Steve, you look great! Kelly, you were right, the outfit is perfect! How does it feel?”
“It feels right somehow. It’s like a dream come true…”
“Oh wait until Dad gets home. He’s going to love this. You know, he dresses in my underwear all the time. Every day, when he goes out, he’ll be wearing one of my thongs. That’s why I buy so many! We have to specially adapt them because of the size of his cock, but that’s part of the pleasure!”
“Can I wear these all the time?”
“Of course, but just remember, when you’re back at school, only wear them on days you don’t have sport, other wise, the other boys will find out!”
“Okay Mum, thank you”.
The holidays soon came to an end and it was time for Kelly and I to return to school. After the excitement of the Summer, the prospect of a boring routine didn’y inspire either of us. I was excited however, as I was wearing under my uniform a brand new pair of lacy high leg panties.
Living in the small rural village like ours meant that we were the first stop for the school bus, which gave us about 15 minutes alone before any one else got on.
“How do they feel?” asked Kelly as we took our seats on the bus.
“Great. What are you wearing?”
“I’m not!” she replied. And with that she lifted up her skirt to reveal her hairless cunt.
“Kelly! What if some one sees?”
“Then they’ll be the lucky one won’t they? Anyway, I’ve decided I’m not wearing underwear again. Why hide this?” she said glancing down at her pussy. And I had to agree with her, why indeed.
I sat in silence, just imaging the comments from my school friend if they knew that Kelly had decided to go without underwear and instead I was wearing it!
Our next major sexual adventure didn’t take place until the following Easter holiday, when Grandma and Grandad, took the whole family on holiday to France. It was a holiday that neither Kelly or I would ever forget!

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Kalla: Ch. 1

Part 1
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Chapter 1
It was the first and only day that I can recall that I slept in. It’s not why I remember the day so, but the day is probably why I remember that I slept in. It was her birthday. Her fourteenth birthday, and the day that she was to be inducted as Queen of Kalla. I don’t know why but the dream that pressed me to sleep longer then I should have, was of the day that caused Dakota to so prematurely acquire her duties as ruler.
My eyes broke open in panic with mother shaking me half to death. I was disoriented and scared. Mother’s hands slipped from my sweating arms. Reality faded back to me and when my mind caught sight of light breaking through the glass hole in the wall; my slowing heart broke into a sprint again. I ripped the sheets from above me and jumped out of bed. Mother’s cries of shame and fear back dropped my frantic race to dress myself; no time for bathing. Skipping from my bedroom attempting to fit my last shoe on, I headed for the kitchen.
Breaking through the swinging doors, I searched in shame where everybody stood waiting. Why did I sleep in, why today, of all days, the most important one of her life? Thankfully, two chefs were already waiting by the door for me. That would save me from having to walk between the dozen faces staring down at me. Holding my arms out, the taller of the two chefs placed the highly decorated silver tray in my grip. Speedily, I walked back up the grand staircase to my master’s room, eyes all around me staring.
Everybody in the palace knew me, at least if they had met Dakota, chances are they met me as well. And even while working in the palace without ever meeting the royal family, one would know at least of the highest servants under them, the ones who you must step aside to. I was Dakota’s head servant, my mother was her mother’s, the preceding Queen’s head servant, and a man named Phillip held that title for the prior King.
I stood before her door as the shorter of the two sentries before it pulled a key out and unlocked it. I looked timidly at the more handsome sentry who pretended to look away, searching for anything that might attempt unlawful entry.
Balancing the tray on my right arm as the shorter sentry turned and resumed staring away from the doorway, I turned the handle and pushed the very heavy solid wood door open. I slipped in and shut the door behind me.
I walked through the small front room and into the bedroom of the Princess. My chest exhaled a huge sigh of relief. She was still asleep. She also seemed determined to enjoy every minute of that twenty-five hour day.
Every organ in my body freed itself from the tense grip all the other servant in the house put on me. With Dakota, I was always free, she didn’t care if I was late or imperfect; she cared for me as a friend, which is what mother said was exactly what I existed for. The head servant’s primary goal is to be a friend first and a waiter second; at childhood, she had said, this is the most important rule of all. Since the age of three, I was a subject to the Princess. And at seventeen years, I was soon to become the head servant and best friend to the Queen of Kalla, one of most powerful empires on the planet. I was one of the farthest from royalty in the land but I held nearly as much power and influence as a royal, at least inside the palace.
I set the breakfast tray on the side table and rushed to the mirror to fix my hair. It wasn’t much more than a minute before I was done. I kept it short and comfortable. Dakota loved it. I had almost gotten in trouble because of it. Dakota became so entranced in my hair that she once began begging the Queen to have her own hair cut short. At a younger age with the Princess’s hair cut like mine, we would look very much like sisters, something that the Queen would not stand for. Mother talked to Dakota though and she stopped bugging the Queen about a haircut. I think that she became more aware of how the Queen began treating me while she pleaded to her that she wanted to look like her servant, a mere commoner.
I stood before the side of Dakota’s bed watching the young girl squirm around on her stomach in her sleep. As her friend and servant, it was me who was instructed to teach the happenings of puberty to the young Princess. I had only begun experiencing it a few years before her but mother had said that with my education from her, and with my own findings with my own body, I would be the best candidate. The Queen herself found the topic of sex all too enjoyable for her own being, but felt herself unfit for discussion of the moralities of growing into a woman to her developing daughter.
It was not easy for me to teach the Princess but she made it as easy as possible. Like the stories mother taught me of the Queen, Dakota followed quite well in the curiosity of her sexual being. I had learned the entire history of the royal family and every quirk of the current one so that I might have best served my young master, so rarely was I surprised with inconsistencies in Dakota. At first, she felt that I was too smart for her, but quickly enough, she embraced my knowledge and looked to me as the older sister with all the answers to her life. There were no secrets between us.
Staring down to her small squirming body pleasuring itself in a dream, I thought of the all the times that she had challenged me with her questions and without an answer, she pressed forward for an experiment to find one.
I looked to the large grandfather clock against the wall, the ninth hour it held. I moved to the bed unwillingly. I didn’t want to be the cause of breaking her dream short. I removed her sheet to her feet with the crumbled and kicked away blanket. Her face gleamed with the tiniest layer of sweat.
Dakota had complained before about waking her up in such dreams. I had always defended myself with what mother had taught me. Dreams are left unremembered if they end, waking up during the course of one is what is best, what allows you to remember and cherish them so. Dakota, reluctant to accept such an idea, but knowing after a fight with the Queen after being late one morning from me not waking her, that if being forced to wake up, at least raise her in a manner which would please her more. Having already the knowledge of both our sexual beings between us two, I had a pretty good idea what she was hinting at. Two weeks after that comment, I had acted and was confirmed correct in her true meaning.
Dakota had clearly been having a whole streak of these wonderful dreams for her cotton night pants had been removed and kicked down under her sheet to her blanket.
Dakota loved the feel of silk but when presented one birthday with a whole wardrobe of silk night clothes, she quickly learned that she did not like silk so much as to have it covering her entire body. The night pants and shirt were the doings of the King after a year of unsuccessful fighting with her to wear underwear, or to at least stop running through the palace in the morning in her nightgown. That was a year of tremendous stress for the sentries and servants of the house. Everyone one feared to even look at the Princess in horror of what the King might assume. Much tribulation was bestowed among the palace when the two piece pants and shirt were forced onto the young Princess.
Dakota now chooses to wear undergarments on rare occasions, choosing being the important word. Forcing her to do anything will show just how royal she is. The Queen learned such very quickly when she personally dressed her with underwear for weeks and received reports after of servants and sentries around the palace finding the Princess’s used underwear lying around in plain view.
I set my hand on the sweat of the young Princess’s butt. Slowly I pressed my hand down between her legs and began massaging the tiny slit. An audible moan broke the room, a sign that surprisingly pleased me. I could please the Princess more than her own fantasies played out in a second world. Moving my small fingers up and down slowly over the heated bulge between her legs, I began applying more pressure. There was more liquid under her butt cheeks than just sweat, I could feel that clearly as the prints of my fingers became glazed with an almost oily substances radiating from the crack below them.
The increasingly heavy breathing from the Princess shifted from her small noisy nostrils to her now open mouth. Air flooded through the new larger opening. I continued rubbing the smooth untarnished skin. She would wake up soon.
With her mouth open, she accidently moaned herself awake softly. She opened her eyes just slightly and looked at me. She still had the small crusting eye fluids in the corners of her eyes, the light had yet to break fully into her pupils and break her mind open into the real world. I saw her close her eyes again. She wanted to play a little longer. If she didn’t think about anything, she could drift back into the dream she just left and live with her fantasy as I finished her off.
I climbed as gently onto the bed as I could. It was the softest bed I had ever touched. I hovered over the young Princess and slowly listened for a minute, maybe two, but no more. Her breathing shifted back into sleep. As easily as I could, I maneuvered my balance to my knees and took hold of her body. Her body was royal to every extreme; the softest skin I had ever felt with no blemishes, and all this with her own refusal to touch make up. The most the Princess used was a moderate moisturizer on rare occasions. Slowly I turned her body over onto its back.
I set my own body to the right of her and pressed my hand comfortably onto the whole of her exposed vagina. I pushed my hand into it and began caressing the bare bulge; only few of the softest hairs had grown in. My hand slid easily over it repeatedly from the lubrication seeping through her crevice. The Princess’s breathing quickened again. Without the stimulation of her nipples and stomach squirming on the sheets, she would wake easier out of her deteriorating fantasy. But I knew how to counter such loss of stimulation while having her wake up in time.
Her breathing shifted. Bad for me that was. She was reawaking, and on her back, she would receive the full light of the sun in her eyes forcing her into cognitive thought and preventing her from more sleep.
Quickly, I singled out my index finger and slid it over the little nub inside her slit. She was fading from her mental fantasy quickly but her physical one was just about to peak. I pulled my index finger back and arched it as to rest the tip against the top of her pleasure nub, her personal reference to it. Slowly I drove my finger into her while gliding the length of my finger over her nub. In and out I repeated with growing speed. Dakota’s breathing became panting. I had few seconds before she would wake.
I pressed my thumb onto the top of her bulge, squeezing the fatty tissue between my moving index finger and thumb. Her vaginal fluids ran down the back of my intruding finger and drained out the tiny opening it made into the open air; a tiny opening it was, but still an opening nonetheless compared to the incredibly tightly closed lips of her vagina.
In the fuzzy world between consciousness and unconsciousness, Dakota’s vocal cords quivered in moans as her hips began shivering. Neither of us two knew whether she was awake or not but the high of her orgasm pushed her out of whatever world she currently occupied and into a black one where the only one of five senses she used was her touch.
Her small legs squeezed together as her surprisingly strong vaginal muscles squeezed my index finger, almost as if they were sucking me in. Her twitching sweaty legs broke at the knees and began rising a bit as her butt cheeks pressed themselves into the soft mattress. The Princess’s head jerked about with her eyes scrunched shut as a constant tone reverberated from her throat. She was holding her breath. Her entire body was tense. I think I might have outdone myself today. I wish my birthday started out this well.
Her meek moans became pulses as her little hips bumped up and down. I wiggled my finger around inside of her. Her moans broke into spurted grunts. Her self-made liquids oozed over my finger as her orgasm peaked. Just to tease her a bit more, I ripped my finger out of her legs; I thrust it back in. She was in climax and I repeatedly jammed the entire length of my finger inside of her, took it all the way out, and jammed it back in. It was not an easy task; her contracting muscles sure did not agree with my teasing finger as they fought for it to remain motionless.
Dakota’s body began writhing a bit. She was crossing into a second, simultaneous orgasm. In and out, in and out; I jammed my finger through her body and fought against her strong vaginal muscles that gripped and sucked at my finger. More liquid spilled from her tiniest little slit and down her butt crack onto her sheets.
One last time, I jabbed my finger into her and pressed my palm into her engorged bulge.
Squeezing my palm into her swollen vagina, I felt her muscles begin relaxing. Her eyes opened and she stared at me.
“If only all my birthday presents were that incredibly great,” she gasped.
“You’re becoming Queen today,” I reminded in attempt to draw attention away from having just masturbated her.
“I’m still Dakota to you,” she cried as I slowly slipped my soaking finger from her vagina.

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Dragon Ball Z – Before the Fight (straight)

After Goku and Gohan’s emergence from the time chamber, they enjoy a peaceful period of relaxation. The first day of the break, Gohan and Goku went out fishing. Krillin soon joined them, and they reflected on the day when they fought the Saiyans, Nappa and Vegeta.
Goku accidently pushed Krillin into the lake by slapping his friend on the back too hard. Krillin wobbled and he tried to grab hold of the bamboo fishing rod, but the rod snapped.
Krillin started flailing in the water and shouting, “Help! Goku! Help…me!”
“Krillin, grab my hand! Come on!” Goku cried desperately. Krillin managed to cling to Goku’s hand, and he dropped the act immediately. With a cocky grin, Krillin pulled Goku into the lake.
“Ahahahaha! I got you good, sucker! I should win an award for that,” he added cheekily.
“Yeah, you’re real funny,” Goku said facetiously, but both Gohan and Krillin were pointing and laughing at Goku.
They headed home for lunch, where Chichi had prepared a great meal for Goku and Gohan.
“Aaah, that was good!” exclaimed Gohan after they had finished. Chichi bent over and said “Gohan, time to do you your homework.”
“’Kay,” Gohan said cheerfuly, and walked up to his bedroom. As Krillin spectated this, he thought Man, if this is what Goku meant by training in the outside world, we’re in a whole lot of trouble…
As if Goku had read Krillin’s thoughts, he said, “Don’t worry, Krillin. I’ve still got to teach Gohan a few more tricks before we fight Cell.” He gulped down his last mouthful of food and stood up. “I’m going to go have a rest,” he told Chichi and Krillin, and strolled up stairs peacefully.
A few hours later, Gohan was still in his room, studying hard, but his mind was elsewhere. He looked out into the window, up into the beautiful sky, and wondered If I’m sitting here studying, what are Vegeta and Trunks doing? Are we going to be ready for Cell?
Chichi quitley opened the door an inch, and peaked into the room. “Gohan?” she walked over to Gohan’s desk. “I made a drink for you,” she said sweetly, putting down a glass of lemonade with a sprig of mint in it on his desk. “How are you going?”
“Umm… actually Mom, I’m finding it hard to concentrate right now. People are out there training for the fight against Cell, and I’m here studying.”
“Hmm…” Chichi sat down on the desk. “I think I understand. You need something to take your mind of Cell so you can study again.” She started undoing the scarf around her neck. “I think I have just the thing to do that…”
“What are you doing, Mom?” Gohan asked curiously as Chi Chi started un doing her dress. “I’m going to show you the anatomy of a woman’s body,” Chi Chi said, taking off her dress completely and leaving only her bra and panties on. “This is an area of study you won’t find in that text book, and these things are always best done practically,” She said. “Could you undo my bra, Gohan?”
Gohan felt nervous by this stage, but he couldn’t figure out why. “Umm…sure, Mom,” He moved behind Chi Chi, and slowly took of the bra. Once he was finished, he moved back to his chair. He then looked at Chi Chi’s breasts.
“Woah,” he breathed, taking in the size of her boobs and tits. “Your chest is so much bigger than mine!”
“That’s normal for women, Gohan,” Chi Chi explained. “We call these ‘Boobs’ and these,” pointing to her nipples, “tits.”
“Wow,” Gohan said, “Can I touch them?”
“Sure Gohan,” Chi Chi said lovingly. Gohan slowly reached out and cupped Chi Chi’s boobs in his hands. He moved them up and down, and giggled when they jiggled. He seemed to pay extra special attention to her nipples, slowly caressing them as they got hard.
Gohan got a sudden urge. “Mom, I feel like I want to suck your tits,” he told his mother. “Don’t worry, Gohan, all men feel like that. You sucked on these when you were a baby, and milk came out of them. You can suck them if you want.”
Gohan did not have to be told twice. He fastened his lips and tounge around her right nipple, slowly sucking it while cupping the other boob in his left hand.
“Oh, my baby!” Chi Chi exclaimed, throwing her head back. Gohan looked up at his mother. “Did I do something wrong, Mom?”
“No, Gohan, it made mommy so happy she gave a little cry of joy,” Chi Chi said.
The door slammed open, and Goku walked in. “I heard some one cry out, and I – “
He suddenly stopped talking, taking in the sight of Gohan’s mouth centimetres away from Chi Chi’s naked breasts.
“Goku…” Chi Chi began, “I’m really, really…”
“Glad that you started to teaching him the basics!” Goku told Chi Chi brightly. “I was going to show Gohan Kamehasutra sooner or later anyway.”
He strode over to Chi Chi and passionately kissed her while cupping her boobs. She responded enthusiastically, running her hands all over Goku’s body, eventually stopping on his cock and squeezed hard. He let out a low moan, filled with all the ecstasy he was feeling.
“Chi Chi…Chi Chi settle down a bit. Gohan hasn’t even had his turn yet!” Goku told her, and she giggled a bit. “Your right…Gohan, come over here.”
Gohan, who had been completely aroused by the sight of his parents expressing their love, still didn’t know what was going on. He shuffled nervously over in front of Chi Chi and looked up at her.
“Let’s get back on track Gohan. We’ll move down the body of a woman – to her pussy.” She sat on the edge of Gohan’s desk and leaned back with her legs spread wide apart, giving the best view possible to Gohan and Goku. Instinctively, they both moved forward and started touching it.
“Feel that little bump above the opening to my pussy, Gohan? That’s my clit – one of the most sensitive organs in a female’s anatomy. It gives great pleasure to the woman if you slowly rub it, or even lick it. Give it a try!”
Gohan moved his fingers upward, slowly finding the place his mother had described. Once he located it, he slowly rubbed his index and middle finger all around and on the area. Chi Chi threw her head back in delight.
Meanwhile, Goku had put two fingers inside her pussy and had started fingering her. With this sensory overload from both her husband and her son, she started to scream.
“Yes, fuck my pussy! Fuck it with your fingers and make me cum! Oh yeah…. Oh….”
With a final scream, Chi Chi’s body tensed up and her womanly juices erupted, with Goku and Gohan’s hands’ covered in her cum. Both of them kept giving her pleasure, well until she had stopped moving and had gained control of her breathing.
“That was amazing, Chi Chi! I’ve only seen you cum like that once, and that was our first time on the night of our wedding!” Goku exclaimed.
“Mom, what was that? At first I thought it was pee but then it was all gluey and sticky…” Gohan questioned her.
“Don’t worry, sweetie. That’s what we call cum – when we pleasure our sexual organs to a point that they release this tasty stuff.” Chi Chi casually told him as she scooped up her cum and put it in her mouth. “Here, have a try!”
Gohan started licking all around his mother’s pussy, gathering all her cum in his mouth. When he had a full mouthful, he took a big swallow and smacked his lips with his tongue.
“Mom, you taste amazing!! Do all women taste as good as you do?” Gohan asked her.
“No way sweetie! Your mum has the best tasting cum in the entire world! You’ll be lucky to find a girl who’s got better tasting cum than me!” Chi Chi told her enthusiastic son. “Now Gohan, I hope that was enough to take your mind off things. Tomorrow, if you still can’t study properly, I’ll show you the anatomy of the male! You’ll absolutely love it! But only if you promise you work extra hard until tommorow!”
“Yes mom,” Gohan said obediently, but on the inside, he couldn’t wait for his next anatomy lesson. Goku gave his son a pat on the back and told him “great job, son. You’ll be a pro in no time.” and walked out the door with his arm around Chi Chi.
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Who’s your master!!

As the taxi pulled away from the parking lot I looked down at the card I printed out and then looked back up to the huge hotel. I walked up to the door wondering why he would want a little kid like me to come to such a fancy place. As I walked inside I was amazed at the beautiful scenery inside the immaculate hotel. Stunned I walked up to the front desk with my note secure in my hands. The bell on the desk gleamed brightly as I gently tapped it.
“Hello welcome to the Tipton how may I help you?” said the manger behind the desk smiling down upon me.
“Umm… yes ma`ma I need to find room 475 where is that?” I said studying my note once more.
“O you go down the hall and get on the elevator it’s on the 8th floor and u go right, straight down the hall ok sweetie.” The lady said grinning.
I smiled back and politely said “Thank You.” as I started my way down the hall.
Still thinking about what happened earlier today I blindly pressed the 8th floor button. As I went over everything in my head flashbacks filled my mind. I read my note once more out of anticipation. It read “Dear Dominique, You seem like a very excellent person and ive wanted to meet you for quite a while please come to the Tipton hotel and go to room 475” My thoughts stopped as soon as the doors opened and I walked out. “Hmmm I can’t wait to meet this person finally.” I mumbled to myself as I walked down the hall going right.
My thoughts came back as my anticipation grew. As I made it to the door I knocked gently and found the door to be open. “Should I go in?” I asked myself quietly
“Well I was told to come to this room so whoever it is must be expecting me.” I said in almost a whisper as I entered the big room.
“Hello!?” I called out looking around. “Hheellloo!” I called once more. I walked in all the way and looked around “Is anybody here?” I said silently. I turned around and saw a note propped up on a tray sitting on a table along with a silk blindfold. I picked up the note and read it quietly. “Hello Dominique I know you’ve been curious about what’s goanna happen today well I have some very interesting plans for you.” My mind started to race “The reason ive asked you here is for me to know and you to find out very soon, what I would like for you to do is put on the blindfold I have set out for you on the tray and strip down. I shall accompany you shortly so feel free to lie down on the bed and wait.” I re-read the note quickly an put it back on the tray. I took the blindfold in my hands and held it for a second. “A blindfold? Why in the world would I possibly need a blindfold for?” I asked myself as I stripped out of my jeans. As I got more excited about these plans I began to feel my panties get damp and warm. I slid them off followed by my coat and shirt. I stood there naked and hot. I picked up the blindfold and walked over to the bed and sat down. I tied it and saw nothing but blackness. I thought about the note and lay down on the bed with my hands folded over my tummy.
After about 15 minutes I heard the door of the room shut and gentle steps approach me. “Well well well …..” said a mild Irish accent.
“I’m very pleased that you’ve made it Dominique, ive been expecting you.” DPM said gently resting a hand over mines “Are you wondering why you have a blindfold over you?” he asked sweetly.
I nodded my head
“Well,” he said getting up….. “We’ve been talking for sometime and I’ve been wondering for quite a while what a night with you would be like, you as my slave me as your master.” He said running his finger gently over my cheek. “Master?” I asked quietly. “Yes indeed are you up to this?” he asked. His touch excited every nerve in my young body. I felt my snatch get wetter with every stroke of his hands across my cheek.
I nodded my head once more.
“But what’s the blin-…..” before I finished the sentence I was interrupted with a gentle “eh but master what’s the blindfold for, if you wish to addressee me you must do so with a respectful ‘master’ and I will choose to answer or not understand?” he said pulling his hand away from my cheek I felt him grab one of my wrist and then handcuff it to the bed then the other.
“Yes master.” I said quietly
“Good.” He said back. I felt his hands return to me only not my face this time on my tummy. He touched gentle and soft, delicately like a feather. He ran his fingers slowly over my stomach up to the undersides of my chest and moved away from them, to my neck. His hands gently rubbed my neck and ran down to my shoulders. As he kept teasing me I got more and more excited! He placed his gentle fingers on my thigh and ran them around and around carefully.
“Slave girl open your legs for your master so I may see your sweet young pussy.” He said still touching me gently. I opened them slowly as I felt warm liquid slide down onto the bed beneath me. He started to chuckle “I see you’re excited about this.” He said going in between my legs. He sat there and began to touch gently around the insides of my legs. Running them up and down slowly. As he continued to do this he got closer and closer to my snatch then he’d jus pull away and start over. My mind started to race again my pulse was going wacky my body was getting weak with ever stroke of his loving hands. A squeal escaped my throat when he finally did gently tap a sensitive spot in my pussy. All he did was chuckle lightly and continued to touch around my legs. I loved this even tho he didn’t openly jus give it to me….. In fact I think that’s why I wanted it more then I ever have. Something about his ways just gave me a tingly feeling that went up and down my spine in to the pit of my tummy.
Suddenly every nerve ending in me almost exploded when he started to rub my snatch. He gently rubbed my extremely sensitive and wet clitoris and I couldn’t help but squeal at every touch, but then he told me to close my legs. Huh??? I asked in my head. But I just decided to be obedient slave and I closed them back up without saying a word. He once again touched me gently over my body till finally he came up to my ear and whispered silently “Open your legs again I want to see how good my slave taste.” When he said that I felt something that kinda twitched down in my stomach it was a pleasurable twitch that, once more, made my heart beat fast. I opened them again, and felt him get between my legs again.” Slowly he rubbed my clit again his touch was smooth and loving; all I could hear was the sound of my heart beating out of its chest.
Then I felt his tongue flick over my clit and I almost blew right then and there. He began to suck, lick and tease my pussy driving me outta my mind with pleasure till I began to feel an intensely powerful surge go threw my body up my spine, I was gonna cum. I then loudly moaned “Oooo master im going to cum!!!”
He rose his mouth up from my aching snatch and then walked away. I lie there trying to catch my breath. How in the world is he making me experience so much pleasure by doing so little? I was still pondering on it when he cam back to the room.
“ahem….” He whispered in my ear “I didn’t say you could cum yet.” I felt a grin sweep my face but then quickly I got serious again “I apologize for my incompetence my master.” I said quietly. I rubbed leg once more and said
“Well don’t let it happen again.”
Then he told me to open my legs up wider than b4efore. Like a good slave I did as I was told. I basically did a split in the air and waited. Then I felt my master’s warm wet tongue tease my clit once again. I sighed a very pleasurable sigh and lay there as he rocked my world. Soon I started feeling that Cumming feeling so I quickly tried to stifle the thought off my mind I started to squirm because the thought wasn’t leaving. I started thinking off other things like how I know my mom is probably wondering where I am or other things and it was working pretty well. After a while he moved up from my snatch and got close to my ear again. His warm breath captivated me.
“Since you’ve been such a good little slave, not Cumming before I told you to, I wanna reward you.” I just nodded my head and a gentle “yes master” escaped my lips.
“Open your legs once more for your master.” He said kindly. I opened them wondering what my reward would be, if he was gonna eat me out till I came or fingered me so I could finally cum.
Soon I felt something hard rubbing against my pussy but it was much thicker than a tongue or a finger it was his cock. I could feel myself slipping into ecstasy. His cock excited me more then his mouth and fingers. He slowly rubbed his dick around my dripping wet snatch, carefully running it over my clit then near my cunt then quickly pulling away.
“Very clever master I have….” I thought to myself as he continued to play with my honey pot. Suddenly after a while of him stroking me so tenderly I felt the head of his cock prop up against the entrance of me. I bit my lip and sorta jerked as he slowly entered in me. His cock felt different then the other ones ive dealt with. It felt like it was to be curved, curved and long. He penetrated me deeply and slow and held it there for a second or two. Then pulled out completely he entered me once more only about half way then pulled out once more. He kept that up for a while, driving me crazy with lust. I started to squirm and push myself down on his cock and get in better contact with it. He could definitely tell I wanted it “Does my slave need something more?” he asked me
I shook my head no. “Be honest my sweet slave…..” he said quizzitivly
I quietly said
“Yes master.” He chuckled once more and pulled out of me and started to rub his cock around my pussy again. And then he got up and stood over me, and rubbed his cock up and down my tummy. I felt the now cool liquid from my snatch streak on my stomach each time his cock passed it. I started to get tense in anticipation. I started to crave DPM’s cock more than anything.
Finally he went back over to my aching pussy and placed his cock at my entrance once more. I braced myself; I felt my writs go numb at the feeling of being handcuffed for so long. Soon I felt his curved cock slide into me slowly. I gritted my teeth as I felt all my sensual tension store up in my tummy again. He went in about half way then pulled back out not but he didn’t pull all the way out this time. Instead he jus penetrated me deeper and slower. His curved cock bumped against my g-spot and sent a tingly feeling up my thru my veins. He continued to slowly go inch by inch till he was in the hilt of me. I moaned silently and started to breath heavy.
He put a hand on my stomach and started to rub it as he began to slowly push himself into me. He started slowly letting his cock slide in then pulling far back then sliding back in. Each time he pushed in his cock would brush pass my g-spot which each time brought me closer to my climax. Then he began pushing into me harder with each stroke. I was going to cum any second I could tell. He began to thrust into me.
“Oooo master!!” I cried as I felt him hit the hilt of me once more. His cock filled my pussy up and it felt so good, every thrust and push drove me closer to an orgasm. Then it happened I came…… hard thanks to all that sexual tension that’s been stored up. The orgasm made me a tad limp but I was still up for this. He continued to give me heavy pounding each throw down into me made me weaker and weaker and I didn’t even know this mans true name. As he fucked me I felt every vein of his cock slip into me then back out which added to the intense pleasure I was already getting.
I was having multiple orgasms each one more powerful then the next. If you were to walk anywhere near the room all you would is the constant orgasmic moans, and squeals coming from me. Soon after an hour or so he slowly pulled out of me and un-did my hand cuffs. I rubbed my wrist and sat up. I started taking of my blindfold till I heard him say
“No no you’re going to keep it on, right now I want you to give me a finale.” He said lying down. I wondered what he meant that is until I felt him grab my hand and placed it on his cock. I then crawled over on top of him in a 69 position and felt around and found his cock and wrapped it with both hands. I started to rub it and I was right it was curved; it’s was thick to and long. I didn’t jus wanna touch it I wanted to taste it. I gently put my mouth over the head of his cock and started to gently lick and tease it with my tongue.
“Do you like this my master?” I asked quietly.
“‘It’s sufficient slave.” He said as I continued to lick and suck on the tip. I started to lick the under side of it up and down then get back to the tip. After a few minutes of that my master said to me
“That’s enough slave, take it deep in your mouth and suck it hard like the little nymph you are.”
When he said that I felt a need for it deep in my throat. So I put both hands around it and opened my mouth wide. I got my lips around it and got about 3-4 inches of him down my slender throat. I ran my hand over the remanding part and felt about 4 or 5 more to go. So I relaxed my throat muscles and slid it about three more inches down. I began to suck and roll my tongue over what was in my mouth and started to bob my head up and down. His cock felt hard and stiff in my mouth. And the way his cock curved at a certain angle made it easy for me to get it down.
“Good slave, faster now, as fast as you can…” I heard him say as he started to rub my clit. I then started to bob my head hard and fast as fast as I could. I felt the need to please my master. “O yes that’s a very good slave.” He said as I contracted my throat around his cock.
As he continued to rub my clit I began to get that ‘im about to cum feeling’ and started to squirm but quickly regained focus.
“Ah yes slave harder, harder and faster.” He said in somewhat of a moan. I tightened my lips and made my throat contract a few more times to make it tighter around his cock and began to throat fuck his cock. Soon after a while I couldn’t take it any more the way he rubbed my clit was better than I ever did I came once again. I started to shake a little then I got back to my job. His cock filled my mouth and throat and it was getting ready to blow after a while. Suddenly I felt his cock expand in my throat so I braced myself for a mouth full of cum, and he blew. His hot steamy cum coated my throat and slid down into my tummy. Squirt after squirt his cum filled me mouth. I swallowed it all and rolled off of him. He was breathing heavy in long drags as I lay next to him. I started to take off my blindfold once more but he put his hand over mines and said
“No no.” again.
I removed my hands from my blind fold and just laid there tried and weak. I heard him get up and walk over to pick up his clothes.
“Master?” I said quietly
“Yes slave girl.”
“May I know your true name?”
I heard a zipper go up and a slight chuckle
“That, my dear slave, is for me to know and you to find out……..”
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Daddy am I normal?

This is complete fiction,and my first story.I wanted to try and expan my writing from just supernatural fiction to sex stories *shrugs* I guess we’ll see how it goes….

Fantasy

Laurens family

This is a story about my cousin and his girlfriend fucking her family. Also there is alot of guys sucking dick in this. If this is a turn off dont read it.

Fantasy

The Sleeping Poke’mon. First Part.

“ASH! Don’t use water gun, it’s a”- Too late, the water was shot and the enemy ElectroBuzz immanently Shot a current through it, shocking Ash’s Water type Poke’mon.”ASH!!!” yelled misty, “When WILL YOU LEARN??? WATER CANT WIN IF IT’S FACING ELETRIY!!!” “Oh…sorry misty,” said ash, “I promise I wont forget again.”
“Good now…HEY! THAT’S SARCASIM!” “Took you a while didn’t it?” as he snickered away. Ash paid the trainer the money they had bet on, 20$.
Though they had been traveling for almost 4 years, ash still had much to do. Though some of his Pokemon had evolved, most had not.
“Its starting to get dark guys…” Proclaimed Brock, “Let’s find a place to camp and Eat!”
Ash and Misty Agreed. They were about 3 days walk from the next gym and though he has 18 badges, he still is finding more gyms to face.
As they set up camp in a remote clearing, the night fell upon them. It was dark except for the lighted moon hovering over them. Ash sent out his Chariaezred to make a fire, he got fresh water from war turtle (or what ever the fucking thing is) he sent out Bulbasour to get wood and soon they had themselves a little camp going.
Soon tents where set up, along with sleeping bags and other amenities.
At the campfire…
“I’m going to take a shit” announced brock. “Ok brock, that’s awesome to know, good luck” answered Ash sarcastically. As Brock left, the two long friends sat in silence as the yellow monster called fire crackled. After much silence misty spoke,” Ash, how long have we been walking…” asked misty. “I’d say maybe 2 days, so that makes 3 days till the next gym” Answered ash. “No ash! Not that, I meant how long for these 3 long years?” said misty, annoyed. “You mean 4 right?” corrected ash, misty answered with an annoying looking nod. “Well I would say about…a very long time” “well when are we just going to stop? I mean I am quite tired of this adventure to get every badge and be the best. Can’t you just do that another time? I’m just so tired that’s it, yes, just so very tired”
Ash had a look of confusing tantrums and then spoke, “well misty, your sleeping bag is right there. Go to sleep then.”
“I know that ash, I meant…hey you know what I meant! Stop avoiding the question.”
“Well ok,” ash said as he thought about his reasons, “well misty…I can’t remember why. I just want to be the best, and you want to be a, a, well I can’t remember that but I remember Brock wants to raise Poke’mon” “I wanted to get my bike back…” said misty to correct ash. “And you still owe me that as well as other borrowed money.”
“Well, isn’t there any other way I can repay you misty?” ash asked hopefully.
“No, no other way ash, unless you can figure one out, but since you can never figure that out, it’s impossible unless we do it my way.”
“What? Misty you’re such a…” “Good night Ash! Good luck with my payment in the form of a bike and about 500$!” said misty casually.
”Misty! 500$!? I don’t even have 100 at the moment!”
“It’s your problem now ash! Now good Night!” answered Misty as she started to undress inside her tent.
Ash thought for a bit on where to find a bike, he thought about stealing one, “yeah” that’s what ill do, get a free one for her and-” he stopped thinking as he say an outline of Misty body in the Tent. He looked on as she bent over, took of article of clothing and put different one’s on. He slowing leaned closer to the outline, trying to see and sort of lips, holes, or nipples but it was in vain. She had one slender body that ash really wanted to just fuck over and over, use all its use’s, and do all her dos. Ash had one girl under his belt, and it was actually Misty Sister. Though her name was not remembered in his mind, her body was. A clean vibe was given off by it, as if she was marked by a cloud to clean. That was about all of what ash remembered about Misty sister, he did remember how it felt to fuck her. Her boobs that were bouncing around as she was penetrated was one image ash would never forget. He often used it to masturbate.
But that was almost 4 years ago! He had matured he thought, and needed some kind of pussy other then his hand. His mind came back from thinking and as he did, he saw his glory image of boobs bouncing be replaced by misty bending over to put her panties on. He was right at the tent now. And the fabric of the text happened not to be so good. It may block rain out but not ash’s wandering eyes.
His penis was quite hard now, after witnessing misty undressing and bending for him without her knowing. He suddenly got an idea, Pay her back!
Brock came back, at about 10 o’ clock. “What took you?” asked ash as he ate what was left of Ash’s and Misty dinner. “Well, I thought I would catch this Pokemon I saw, but turns out it was just a deer. So it ran away. I didn’t know that so I chased it, got lost, and got Onix to help me look by going over the trees. Where’s Misty?” Said brock as he finished his story.
“She’s asleep” answered Ash as he nibbled on a left of Rib. “She actually remembered I took her bike too! And said I owned her about 500$!
“Ouch” finished brock, “well I’m going to sleep, and in the morning we can sleep in, on Onix’s head I saw the city, it’s probably a 7 hour walk or less. So we’ve made it that far! Good night ash.” Finished Brock, Ash answered with “well that’s good, ok night”
And with that brock retreated to his tent and immanently started snoring.
Ash was ready now, to pay Misty back. He put the fire out CAREFULLY and tried to be as quite as he could. His dick was now bony as he knew what he was going to do. He first went to his tent and took off everything he wouldn’t need, which was everything but his pants and shirt. With this done, he snuck off to Misty’s tent.
As he entered, he unzipped his pants that so while he was feeling her curves, he could stroke himself. As he walked into the tent and closed the way he came, he came upon Misty who only had a Bra, panties and a sleeping bag on. He began getting the sleeping bag off- easy enough.
He decided very fast, that he wanted to take of her bra first. He unhooked it fast, and unlocked it to remove on to a great treasure. Misty’s boobs where quite round, not large but ash thought they would look great bouncing. He noticed her nipples where just sitting there, not getting felt. Ash could not resist.
His hands went right for the nipples; he savored the feel of them, like mini boobs themselves. He noticed how they seemed to react even though misty was sleeping. She moaned a little but did not move or shudder. There was a smile on her face.
Ash continued to feel her round and potent breasts and he then got an idea, taste them…
He move misty over a little, from her side to her back and got into position himself. He put the mini boobs into his mouth and sucked a little, not much but enough so that her taste was felt. It was a lovely taste, but not one you snack on for leisure, only for special occasions.
He continued sucking, but as misty moaned in small sounds, he stopped, and it was time for panties. Now that she was on her back, it was quite simple for her legs to be spread and panties removed. Ash wondered how she had still not stirred but gave that thought the boot as her pussy was inches away. It was shaven; Ash wondered how it was shaven as no personal time was usually given to Misty for anything. But here it was shaven and ready for Ash in any way.
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Fantasy

The Rapist’s Prize!.

: An attractive 30s something woman named Louise has been lured to a secluded empty office building with a lucrative offer of her assistance in her area of expertise. Earlier she had attended a 15 yr class reunion of an all girls college, one she had attended long ago, and as a lark had worn her college girls school uniform! She was lured here for two reasons, one to be brutally and horribly raped by this perverted sexual predator, and two after being raped numerous times would then be sold into the world of sex trade slavery!

Fantasy

Gokkun Bazooka

Barbara gargled the six loads of warm bitter salty nut juice and swallowed. Mr. Johnny number seven stepped up and unloaded a squirt that hit the roof of Barbara’s mouth with an audible plop.
The guys name wasn’t really Mr. Johnny number seven, of course. Barbara didn’t know his name. He was an overweight guy with reddish brown hair, maybe 35 or 40 years old and he had a 3 inch penis. Barbara had never met him, and never would. He was the kind of guy she wouldn’t look at twice. All Barbara really cared about was that he had a current HIV test and STD panel. Mr. Johnny number seven had paid AIM Healthcare $120 for the tests. He was getting $50 back for shooting a load in Barbara’s mouth on film.
Mr. Johnny number seven pulled furiously at his pud, grunted and shot a decent load on Barbara’s tongue. Barbara looked at the camera and tilted her head back letting the cum run down her tongue and settle in the back of her mouth. She looked right at Johnny number seven as she pushed his spent little pecker in her mouth and gave it a spaghetti suck. Mr. Johnny number seven moaned as he pulled his stiff little piss whistle out of Barbara’s mouth and walked way. Mr. Mr. Johnny number eight scurried up on her other side and shot a huge load that skipped off her tongue like a well thrown rock on a lake. It hit the roof of Barbara’s mouth and she choked slightly, but didn’t move. Mr. Johnny number eight moaned as he squirted out three more huge warm jets of spew before the force of the stream subsided and Mr. Johnny number nine stepped up on her other side. He waited while Barbara sucked Mr. Johnny number eight’s cock into her mouth and cleaned off the residual semen. Mr. Johnny number ten stood right behind Mr. Johnny number eight and took his place when Barbara was done cleaning him off.
Barbara’s mouth was wide open as Mr. Johnny number nine shot a load against the inside of her left cheek. Some of it missed and had splashed on her lips and the left corner of her mouth. Mr. Johnny number ten was a black man with a huge penis. He let loose a strong stream of sploog that splashed into the cum in Barbara’s mouth with a loud “POOT” sound that made a few guys snicker. Mr. Johnny number nine continued to drain his prostate into Barbara’s gaping yapper.
Mr. Johnny number eleven had already stepped up behind Mr. Johnny number nine as Barbara cleaned off his prick. Then she cleaned off Mr. Johnny number ten. Barbara gargled as she waited for more. The last four pops had been generous, but she felt she could take a few more. It was still early, and she wanted to pace herself so she could swallow as much spermatozoon as possible before having to vomit. She hoped she could get to fifty. She felt that if she could make it to fifty, she would shoot for a hundred. She knew that while swallowing a hundred shots of semen in a gokkun film was common in Japan, no American girl had ever gone so far. She wanted to do it all in one scene.
Mr. Johnny number eleven dribbled a disappointing load onto Barbara’s tongue. It stuck to her tongue as Mr. Johnny number twelve strolled up nonchalantly and sprayed a creamy load on Barbara’s tongue that ran right over Mr. Johnny number eleven’s semen as it flowed down Barbara s tongue to collect at the back of her mouth. Barbara grabbed Mr. Johnny number twelve’s cock and squeezed it over her wide open gullet as she gargled. She managed to squeeze an extra dollop of man sauce out before he walked away.
Barbara gargled and looked at Mr. Johnny number twelve as he approached. He was a large bearded man with dark scraggly graying hair, a big red alcoholic’s nose and a couple of prison tattoos running up and down the arm that was yanking on his short stubby rock hard prick with. He must have been 50. He grabbed the back of her head with his free hand and directed Barbara’s open mouth to his to his short cum cannon. He managed to get the head in her open mouth just as he shot 3 audible streams of sperm that splashed into the accumulated cum in her mouth. Mr. Johnny number thirteen walked up on the opposite side as Barbara clamped her lips around Mr. Johnny number twelve’s still squirting penis and looked into the camera. Her eyes were watery and she had a glassy dazed look.
Releasing Mr. Johnny number twelve from her lip lock, Barbara turned to face Mr. Johnny number thirteen. She took a moderate load from him before taking two more good sized loads in quick succession. Barbara gargled the nine loads of cum in her mouth. The massive amount of sploog in Barbara’s mouth actually made it harder for a guy to hit the part of her throat that would trigger the gag response. Barbara saw this as a definite plus and gargled again. Some of the sperm had bubbled up into a frothy scum that bubbled up over the edge of her lips and threatened to spill over until Mr. Johnny number fifteen shot a load through it breaking up the cum bubbles with his sperm nozzle. Barbara’s mouth was too full of cum to clean any more cocks off so Mr. Johnny number fifteen walked away
Mr. Johnny number sixteen and Mr. Johnny number seventeen stepped up on opposite sides of her and pumped their loads into Barbara’s sperm filled mouth. Mr. Johnny number eighteen walked up to Barbara holding his long black dick. He laid the head of his dick on the edge of her lower lip and squeezed. His long shaft visibly pulsated just before Mr. Johnny number eighteen shot an incredible stream of his afro spunk directly into the roof of Barbara’s mouth. Mr. Johnny number eighteen released his grip somewhat then squeezed hard again sent another shot of spew against the roof of Barbara’s mouth. This continued for three more incredible blasts as Mr. Johnny number eighteen’s penis was transformed into a gokkun bazooka. Barbara felt it was time to swallow as Mr. Johnny number eighteen sauntered off, but Mr. Johnny number nineteen and Mr. Johnny number twenty both trotted up and shot loads into her mouth in rapid succession.
Barbara had fourteen loads of cum in her mouth as she gargled for the camera. She stopped gargling and got a nauseous look on her face as she gulped loud and hard. Her face scrunched up a little.
“MMMMMMMMM that was yummerz!” Said Barbara wiping the residual jizz off her face and into her mouth. She let out a loud sperm burp. The whole room laughed.
“Who’s next?”
Barbara gulped down Mr. Johnny number twenty-one up to Mr. Johnny number fifty-four fresh squeezed; directly from the tap letting as many as eight guy spritz in her mouth before swallowing without incident. She was not able to match the fourteen loads she had gathered earlier, and that was understandable. In any event, she started feeling queasy after Mr. Johnny number fifty-five shot a couple of jets of jizz that hit the back of her throat with a wet splat and triggered her gag response. She jerked her head away and the rest of Mr. Johnny number fifty-four’s load spattered on Barbara’s cheek and neck. She recovered enough to not lose the load and she let it settle in the back of her throat. Mr. Johnny number fifty-six strolled up, set the head of his penis on Barbara’s lower lip and shot a huge load straight into her mouth. Mr. Johnny number fifty-seven scooted up on the other side of her and started shooting his load into Barbara’s mouth after Mr. Johnny number fifty-six pulled away. She started choking and coughing. She spit up most of the cum, but opened her mouth letting Mr. Johnny number fifty-seven pump the rest of his load into her mouth. When he was done, Barbara covered her mouth with her hand, closed her watery eyes and swallowed hard then opened her mouth for more.
Mr. Johnny number fifty-eight walked up and stroked his shaft and pointed it at her open mouth. She started gagging on the first shot, but somehow managed to maintain until Mr. Johnny number fifty-eight unloaded his nut sack batter into her mouth. She gulped hard
“Ok, can I have a bowl?” asked a dazed Barbara. She had a tear rolling down one of her cheeks as she let out a long slow jizz burp. It was obvious she was struggling to settle the churning mass of semen in her stomach. Some of the guys laughed and ALL of them wondered if she was going to puke.
Barbara took a short break, wiped down, puked, and sipped a little “Bismol” to settle her stomach as the guys continued to jack off. She was handed a small mixing bowl to collect cum in. She collected forty two loads of man sauce in the bowl over the next forty five minutes. That brought Barbara to an even hundred loads of cum. She felt much better and managed to suck clean each of the forty two contributors to her cum cocktail.
Barbara felt ready to drink cum again as she lifted the bowl to her lips and slowly sipped semen. She lowered the bowl and looked into the camera as she opened her mouth to show it was full of milky jizz. She gulped it down and moaned…
“Oh that’s tasty!” she said as she smacked her lips together and raised the bowl to her lips and sipped a bit more. Her eyes got big and she smiled as a large cum clump neared her lips. She stopped sipping when the clump touched her upper lip. The grimace she gave was precious.
Barbara was very still for a moment as she regained her composure and opened her mouth to show her tongue darting about in a mouth full of jizm. She swallowed hard and looked at the remaining clump of man seed in the bowl surrounded by an eggy sperm sauce
“This is the main course. Down the hatch!” she said as she slurped the clump down and swallowed hard. She used her finger in the bowl to gather all the sperm slime left in the bowl and push it to the edge then over the edge and into her mouth. “Oh, now that was YUMMIE!” she giggled and burped.
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