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Fantasm

Discovering Herself

Warning: This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts of incest between women and daughters. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it.

Fantasm

Curing Evan

When a teenage girl’s brother tells her he might be gay, she puts her mind to figuring out a way to “cure” him. Any guesses as to what way she decides on? Anyone? Anyone? What? With a lemon, an aardvark and the bones of late US astronaut Gus Grissom?! That doesn’t even make sense! NO, you fool! They fuck! Sheesh!

Fantasm

Bug Chasing – Cruising For AIDS

It was hard for me, at first, to understand why I felt this way. I loved the way I craved bareback cock in my faggot asshole, I loved how much I wanted every cock that fucked my gay pussy to empty load upon load of hot, gooey, molten cum deep inside my throbbing and aching man pussy. But wait, that wasn’t what I was having trouble understanding.
What happened was, as I began my cock-riding career back at the tender age of 14, it was the early 70’s, still some of that free love, drugs, sex and all that still wafted around in the air from time to time.
The last thing any of us did was worry about protection. I had a pretty exclusive list of guys I let fuck me at that age. The guy who first fucked me, Wayne, then Art and Danny, and a guy named Robert, which was a little weird because that is my father’s name. That was about it until I got into high school. So we all barebacked together and never used condoms.
Then when AIDS and HIV came along, that kind of put the damper on the free love and sex stuff, for a lot of people, but not all. See, even when in the mid/late 80’s when it was so heavily aimed at us gays, I was still barebacking! I hadn’t used a condom and didn’t want to start either. If I wanted latex in me I’d use my dildo!
It helped that I was a very cute, boy next-door look to me and that turned on guys to no end! Even at 18 and 19, I looked 14 or 15, guys like the young looking but legal to fuck twinks like me. I like being flat chested, no real muscles on my pecs but I feel like I have tits when I’m on all fours getting fucked, my little fag boobies swinging in the air. Guys just wanted to fuck me and some guys wanted me to fuck some of their friends, that was where I really felt at home…a bunch of guys, hard cocks, anonymous sex, all bareback, all loads deep in my asshole! That’s what I do, I’ll ride any cock that wants to fuck me, and I mean, ANY, cock.
I’ve fucked straight, bi, gay dudes, (when I say fuck, I mean me getting fucked), by every race, I love black cock! (and they’re one of the highest risk factors for having AIDS), I love cum in me and how it feels shooting out of a twitching cock and balls that are emptying their payload deep inside my cunt hole.
I’ve cruised for cock and cum everywhere! Some of the more successful hook up places I’ve found over the years are the usual rest areas, truck stops are good places to find cock, the adult book stores, with arcades/peep shows. I like serving glory holes, for true anonymous bareback sex. I just love feeling those cum-filled cocks throbbing and twitching as they empty their cum, and who knows what else, deep inside my asshole.
I love the quick, behind the truck, just unbutton my pants, slide them down just enough to expose my rosebud for entry and take a cock until they unload kind of scenarios. I like it raw, I like it dry, work that cock into my hole dry, maybe a little spit if the cock is super big, but I like the unplanned, I’m going in dry like it or not. Plus it stretches the skin around my asshole more. With lube, it all slides in and out nice and easy; but dry, that sphincter skin gets stretched out really quick and it will usually tear a little bit and maybe bleed some. This is good because when his cock empties inside my hole, his DNA will infect me directly into the blood stream, quicker seroconversion.
Sure, I’ve thought about AIDS, I mean, I know how you get it, I’m not ignorant, I mean, geez, I’ve got a 166 IQ and I love the risk of bareback sex and the possibility of getting AIDS!
It was a gradual process for me. The natural bareback sex was great, most guys honestly don’t want to use condoms, and realistically, the majority of risk is assumed by the bottom, the one receiving the cum. It is much more difficult for a poz bottom to infect a neg top than the other way around.
So I was taking all the risk, the one taking all the hot, yummy cum in my asshole. I was probably 30 years old when I started seriously looking to get diseases, and the big POZ! It was always a risk, you had a 50/50 chance, they either had it or not, but it was such a huge risk that it became a turn on, not knowing. And the fact that I was into anonymous sex made the mention of having an STD nearly meaningless. Everyone says they’re clean, but who knows? You take a poz cock in your asshole and say you test in a month or two, you could come back neg still, there are so many variables, so many ways you could’ve been infected and you say because you got a neg test back that you’re clean. You could test poz in a couple more months or whenever and already be spreading HIV/AIDS! So all the haters out there going on about how sick people like me are, at least I’m up front about it and don’t skirt the issue!
Now I’ll tell ya. Without being too bold, I do have a nice ass and everyone wants to fuck it, and I realize now that way back when, I would be actively bug chasing and looking for AIDS and guys would come up to me at parties or sex clubs when I asked them if they were poz, they knew I was chasing and of course said yes so they could fuck me. If all the loads I took that were supposedly poz were really poz, I’d have died years ago! So many guys lie about having AIDS just so they can fuck you. I mean, I have to fuck them, just in case they do have AIDS they will infect me. But I’ve never tested poz after all the cock and DNA-filled cum that’s been shot into my fag hole, it’s weird, if I hadn’t been chasing I’d probably have gotten AIDS right off; now that I’ve been chasing all these years and had only neg results, seems like no one is seeding or gifting.
The why??? Well, who wouldn’t ask that. And for the most part, it’s simple. I’m never going to use condoms, I don’t care what disease is out there!!! Plain and simple, I’m a barebacker for life, however long that may be. Every cock that pierces my asshole cums in me, if possible, and I work my faggot ass hard to milk every drop of cum from my lover’s cock. The odds are that one of those beautiful cocks is going to have AIDS, and per my bareback rule, will infect me with AIDS sooner or later. So why not enjoy it? Seek it out, steer towards it and see what happens?
I have so many fantasies about how I get AIDS. From the simple one cock stealth, they fuck me raw and cum in me and as they dress and leave, me laying in a puddle of cum, they tell me they have AIDS as they walk out the door, that is a good, basic turn on for me.
Then I have the rape fantasy. I want to be walking down a dark alley, late at night, dirty, wet, smelly, homeless guys, and a gang of black thugs that rape my asshole and (sorry, this isn’t meant to be racist in any way, just my sick fantasy) but I want all of the black guys to have really toxic AIDS and all of them to take turns raping me over and over, dumping every drop of their AIDS infected cum deep inside my greedy fag hole.
I also have one where I’m riding the biggest cock ever, like a foot long, thick and fat, full of cum. I’m getting fucked six ways to Sunday, all over, doggy style, missionary, me on top, on our sides, picking me up and fucking me while holding me, just every fucking thing you can do, and hard, rough and nasty. I love being degraded and called names!
So he’s fucked me up and down and 20 seconds before he shoots his load, he’s behind me doggy, holding my hips and pulling me hard onto his cock, he says he’s getting ready to shoot and I tell him to empty his load deep in me. He pumps me a few more times and says, “Oh, I forgot to tell you…..I have AIDS!” and I’m all in the groove, taking his massive cock balls deep, precum oozing all around my hole, and he tells me he’s got AIDS in the middle of such a good fuck.
What do you do? Jump off? I mean, his cum had to get inside a little, so what the fuck? Give up a huge cock and still get AIDS? Go for it! I plunge back on his cock harder than before as I feel his cock twitch and he moans, “Aah! Yeah, gonna cum! Gonna fill you up with AIDS faggot!” and I just slam back harder and harder onto his cock and when his toxic load of AIDS finally erupts deep inside me, I can feel it spray my insides, and it makes me quiver and I push back hard to take him all the way in as he empties his cum deep inside me.
I have another one where I go to the baths, the mega-plex in Providence, Rhode Island, a gay sex club. It’s my first time and I go inside, get a room, it’s early, I throw my keys and shit in a locker and get ready to get fucked!
The baths are a notorious breeding and seeding ground for AIDS transmission, or conversion, or seroconversion, however you want to put it. I subscribe to poz websites for guys who want to spread AIDS and guys who want to get it, and they have ads where guys say they have AIDS and are going to the baths at such and such a time. So I read on there where four guys were going to poz all the neg holes who wanted AIDS. I decided this was my night. I was in my room, kept it dark, anonymous. I wanted to be ready for the four poz cocks if they all showed up.
For an appetizer, a few guys come in my room, ask what I want and when I say anything, they mount up, pump my hole, cum deep inside me and leave my room! How perfect is that?!
The first of the four poz cocks comes in my room, we’re alone, he jabs a couple of fingers up my asshole, it’s loose, it’s wet with cum and ready for more. He moans, strokes his cock, “You want a charged load?” he asks. This is a thinly veiled question of asking if you want AIDS. I say yes, he pushes the head of his huge cock against my hole, no lube, no spit, just the cum from earlier, and slams into my aching fag pussy. Part of me wants to know how I’d be during a fuck session knowing up front the cock has AIDS, not just right before he blows, you know? I think it could be a huge rush, especially if I was high, which I almost always am, knowing each thrust is coming from a poz cock that is going to infect me with AIDS, wow! Fucking what a turn on! Shit, I’m hard sitting here typing this!
I just can’t conceive of the idea of not having contracted AIDS by the time I was 45! I thought for sure I’d have caught the bug by now…as many cocks and loads that have been pumped into my hole, geez, I’ve only had a handful of things, herpes, the clap, syphilis and some other shit, but never been legitimately pozzed. We’ll see what happens…

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Fantasm

Flogged senseless – for sadists only.

It was many months since Rob had taken his wife Yvonne to their friend Tony, for those horrible sadism sessions previously described.
Now, as he knelt astride her head and fucked her mouth, he began to tell her of his latest plans which involved a guy he’d met on the Internet.
Yvonne, gagging and choking as her husband forced his large, lusting cock right to the back of her mouth, couldn’t speak. She shuddered at the thought of the appalling treatment that she’d suffered on those earlier occasions with Tony, and yet, at the same time, she felt a thrill of perverted sexual lust tingle through her body as her husband talked of loaning her to this new man.
It all sounded so perversely immoral and wrong for her husband to arrange such a thing. So wrong for him to let another man fuck and abuse her. So wrong that her husband, who she knew loved her dearly, should give her to another man for the purpose of her being hurt and tortured.
In spite of all of these thoughts, Yvonne became more and more excited as her husband fucked and used her while telling her what this new guy, Peter, might do to her.
Soon, her lust having overtaken her common sense, Yvonne was enthusiastically agreeing to everything that her husband suggested.
Rob had been so completely confident in his wife’s taste for this sort of kinky perversion, that he had arranged for Peter to be waiting on the Internet ready and waiting to snare Yvonne into their scheme. Yvonne was informed of this, and she excitedly sat down at the desk and, using her own private email address, she typed the brief message that her husband dictated to her.
Having sent off the message, her husband made Yvonne stand, leaning over the desk with legs parted, while he fucked her doggie style.
With her forearms on the desk and her small breasts squashing against the desktop, Yvonne lifted her head to re-read the lines she had typed to this unknown man who wanted to abuse her. She was staring at the screen, rocking her body back and forth onto her husband’s cock as he fucked her. Her feelings becoming more and more lustful, partially from the wonderful sensations of her husband’s cock deep within her body, and partially from this new perverted scheme that her husband had proposed.
She was still staring at the computer screen and lustfully fucking, when the computer gave a ‘ding’, indicating an email received.
She excitedly saw that it was from Peter, and her lust stepped up a level when she read the title of the email… “You little whore.”
Yvonne took the mouse and manipulated it as Rob continued fucking her from behind. She gasped and then giggled as she read the content. Peter had addressed her as a ‘whore’ and a ‘stupid fucking cunt’.
Most other women would be turned off by such an initial approach, but, knowing his wife’s sexually perverted nature, Rob had instructed Peter how to write.
Yvonne, exactly as her husband had told Peter, was in fact excited and led on by being treated in that way.
Loving husband and wife, still fucking, both leaned forward to read Peter’s words of how he would like to give Yvonne a session with a variety of whips, riding crops, canes, etc, before giving her the ultimate thrashing with an old, heavy belt, an inch and a half wide with brass studs dotted along it’s length.
He went on to describe how he would thrash her, leaving her body bruised, marked, and swollen.
Peter had argued with Rob about taking such a direct approach. Peter was sure that Yvonne would surely be scared off by such descriptions of how she might be used, but Rob had assured him that it was the right way to go.
It certainly was a fact that Yvonne would be scared. Rob knew that she would argue and make a show of resistance, but he knew that it would be just that – only a show.
To family and friends, Yvonne was a sweet wife and a mother. No one could ever suspect the truth. Her husband had found her out though – he knew just how sexually excited and out of control she could become under the right sort of stimulation.
As if to prove this point about her character, Yvonne now began to lamely argue that it wasn’t right.
They were still looking at the email, re-reading it for the fourth or fifth time, when a ‘ding’ announced another email.
With trembling hands Yvonne opened the new email and read more of Peter’s words which continued on in the same vein.
Once more she was called a ‘stupid fucking cunt’ and was told how he would like to hurt her really badly. He mentioned whipping her breasts and thrashing her body all over.
Again, even though disturbed at what she read, Yvonne felt her throat going dry and her body tingling lustfully at the thought of her husband giving her to this man to be used in such a way. She, with some pretence of being a normal, decent woman, protested to her husband that it was all too cruel and completely wrong.
Rob, being familiar with his wife’s perverted sexual tastes, ignored her protests and excitedly told her to email back and to lead Peter on. He then grinned to himself in noticing that his wife didn’t even so much as pause in clicking the reply button – “she gave up easily that time,” he thought to himself with satisfaction.
“Hello my darling,” Yvonne wrote to her husband’s dictation. “Your message scares but excites me.”
A few more sexy lines were added before Yvonne signed off with love and kisses.
They waited in excited anticipation, kissing, touching, licking, fucking until they thrilled to the computer’s signal of a further email.
Peter had written of how Rob had told every detail about his wife. Peter talked more of how he would love to hurt her, and he finished by asking Yvonne directly… “you really do enjoy being hurt don’t you?”
Again, trembling all over, Yvonne clicked the reply button.
“Darling,” she started off, but then paused, unsure of what to type.
“Yes, I do like to be hurt,” Rob suggested to her when he saw her pause.
Yvonne’s fingers fumbled over the keys, typing those very words.
“Your whips and the studded leather belt sounds wonderfully cruel,” Rob continued dictating.
Yvonne blindly followed and typed the words.
A couple more lines and she signed off with love and… “yours to use and abuse.”
“Oh darling! I can’t send something like that!’ Yvonne then gasped in trembling tones as the computer cursor hovered above the ‘send’ button.
“You can. You love being a slut and a whore,” her husband excitedly and lustfully urged.
Yvonne’s hand trembled. Her husband urged her further. She clicked the mouse button. The computer screen changed … Your message has been sent to…
Rob and Peter now swapped a series of short emails while Yvonne, crawling under the desk, pushed her husband’s legs apart and took his solid, rock-hard, lusting cock in her soft hands and lowered her mouth over the head, sucking lovingly and slowly lowering her mouth right down over the pulsing shaft.
The content of the emails were read out to Yvonne as she crouched under the desk sucking and working on her husband’s cum dribbling cock.
Yvonne was spoken of purely as a commodity to be used by Peter. He, in turn, continued expressing his desire to severely hurt her.
Rob, for his part, became more and more excited and gave his every encouragement and consent to everything that Peter suggested.
Yvonne’s lust was surging through her body as she sucked and licked and loved her husband’s cock, and as her own hand mauled, fingered, and rubbed frantically at her wet, slippery pussy.
It was soon agreed that Yvonne would be delivered to Peter the next afternoon and that she should be left with him, to be tortured and abused, until her husband returned to collect her.
The next sixteen hours of waiting saw Yvonne constantly oscillating between lustful enthusiasm, fear and terror, sluttish feelings, guilt and shame. As the time drew near however, she showered, dressed in her sexiest, most delicate underwear, took especial care with her makeup, and generally felt so sexually excited even through her moments of fear.
“Fuck!” her husband kept exclaiming, “this is going to be fucking fantastic! I’ll be all of the time thinking about how Peter is using you.”
As had been the case when she’d been taken for her previous S & M sessions, Yvonne began to think that it wasn’t too late, she could still avert it if she wanted to. Even as they reached the house that had been given in the directions, she considered that she could still stop this from happening to her.
All of those thoughts of still being in control of her fate, and yet keeping on ahead, only served to stimulate Yvonne’s bizarre sexual appetite even further, so that there was never ever any really serious thought of not going through with this terrible thing that was planned for her.
They stood on the pavement, gazing in at the house, each lost in their own thoughts. They were both a little frightened at the possibilities of what might happen, but they both lusted at the bizarre perversion of what they were doing.
“Ready,” Rob asked his wife.
“Yes, ‘ she murmured in reply.
It was a quite ordinary looking house – brick and tile, nicely kept with a bushy garden, certainly nothing about it gave any hint of what terrible things might go on within it’s walls. Did it hold dark secrets of torture chambers with cruel machines and devices. Yvonne was literally trembling as her husband led her to the front door. She was shaking and had to be helped up the steps.
A big man answered Rob’s knock on the door – no one could ever suspect that he was such a cruel sadist.
Yvonne was blushing profusely, consumed by the shame and embarrassment of wantonly entering on this arrangement.
Peter was absolutely gloating over her. Looking at her lovely face, her small but very desirable body, her small but adequate tits bulging under her tight top. He must have, even at this late stage, not believed his luck as he again wanted confirmation from Rob that he was happy for his wife to be abused and hurt.
Yvonne felt totally belittled as she heard her husband assuring Peter that she could be used in any way he wanted.
They shook hands in a friendly manner and Rob jokingly said, “don’t look after my wife while I’m gone.”
Peter laughed in turn and replied that he certainly wouldn’t, then added in a cruel voice while looking at her gloatingly, “I’m going to give her absolute fucking hell.”
Yvonne watched in silence as her husband once again shook hands with Peter and then walked away, leaving her to be led inside the house.
Her husband had arranged it in this way, that he should simply hand his wife over to this guy and leave her with him. He loved his wife very much, and it seemed to him to treat her in this seemingly careless way, was the ultimate degradation.
Once in the house Yvonne’s fears were temporarily allayed as Peter told her how pretty she was and as he began kissing her tenderly.
Yvonne in turn kissed back lovingly as Peter began to undress and fondle her body.
This show of tenderness lasted only briefly, and Yvonne’s illusions were shattered when she was led into the bedroom and was told that she would be beaten insensible.
Yvonne noted that the bedroom, far from being a chamber of horrors, was neat and tastefully decorated – the only give away of what deviancy that might take place there, was the coiled cord, leather shackles, and leather whips that were piled on the end of the bed.
Yvonne climbed onto the bed, taking up the position that Peter directed, lying on her back with her legs spread apart and her arms stretched wide and above her head. She made no complaint nor offered any resistance as Peter securely bound her wrists and ankles and restrained her in this totally vulnerable position.
Peter then began to show her the many whips and lashes that he had in readiness for her – a long, thin, woven leather whip, a shorter, flat leather whip on a handle the shape of a cock which could be used as a dildo to fuck her with in between whippings. A short flogger consisting of twelve thin strips of leather attached to a handle. A fibre glass riding crop with a three inch fold of leather at the whip end, and indeed many other cruel and spiteful items with which to beat her with.
Now, as Peter selected a whip which was not dissimilar to the shape of a fly swatter, other than that it was larger and made of leather, Yvonne cringed and whimpered in fear as she watched him draw back his arm and take aim.
Swish, the whip sounded as it came speeding in a wide arc and thrashed across Yvonne’s stomach.
“Argggg,” she yelled as the vicious little whip filled her belly with a searing pain.
She had hardly recovered her breath when the whip again struck her, this time across the top of one thigh.
“Owwww!” she yelled and twisted and struggled as much as her bonds would allow, as the pain and shock raced through her body.
She was gasping and cringing as she watched Peter again preparing to strike her.
Whack! This time right across the top of her other thigh. Then another just above the knee.
Peter had put plenty of effort into each blow, and as his blows made their way back up Yvonne’s body to her breasts she was panting and gasping, and shrieking in agony and terror as the vicious blows built up the pain in her body.
“Fuck! you sound fabulous,” Peter grinned as he listened to Yvonne’s shrieks which became more and more frantic and agonised.
“Oh my God! That’s enough! That’s enough!” Yvonne half gasped, half sobbed with tears in her eyes.
Peter laughed spitefully. “No way my girl,” he said cruelly, “I’m really going to make a fucking mess of you before I’m through.”
To demonstrate his point he next took up the long, thin, leather whip and taking aim, he continued flogging her naked body with rapid lashes.
Yvonne was screeching and howling in awful, agonising pain. Her eyes, with the tears now streaming forth, had a look of terror as she realised just what she had let herself in for.
The woven leather of the whip bit at her skin and left fiery red stripes where it struck her. The very thinness of the lash causing all of the force to be concentrated along the line of impact so that lines of glowing red swelling, with many small abrasions along the length, were left all over her body.
During this whipping, the room was filled with the sounds of the whip cutting through the air, terminating in the sound of leather thrashing into human flesh, then immediately drowned out by Yvonne’s tortured screams of horrible, ghastly pain – each scream then slowly replaced by the pathetic and despairing, shuddering sobs and whimpers of the tortured victim.
After some fifty or so strokes, Yvonne had been reduced to an inhuman blubbering wreck, her body now red and battered, and becoming ever more swollen beneath the raised red marks and abrasions that covered her entire body.
Peter was puffing and panting from the continual effort that he’d been putting into beating his victim. He now paused and admired his work on Yvonne. She had looked so pretty and lovely when he had first started off. Now her eyes were swollen from crying, her face was tear stained, her hair was dishevelled from her threshing about as he had flogged her body, and her lovely, soft body was becoming beautifully damaged.
He stood looking and regaining his breath. Yvonne was still sobbing in her abject misery. Peter’s gaze was attracted to Yvonne’s small breasts with their large nipples. He had landed several blows across her breasts, and he now considered that it would be fun to concentrate on them and beat them to a pulp.
During this momentary interval, Yvonne had regained a little composure even though she continued sobbing pathetically. One would expect any other woman to plead for her release, but in fact Yvonne made no such plea, no complaint at all, and had simply waited for Peter’s next onslaught on her body. Her pleas for mercy during the beating were automatic responses to self preservation, but in between, Yvonne accepted that it was her role to be nothing more than something to be used in this way.
Peter, after surveying his selection of whips, this time took up a cruel, multi-stranded flogger and took deliberate aim right across Yvonne’s chest. The flogger thrashed down, the many leather strands splaying out so that they thrashed over a wide area of the soft, white flesh of Yvonne’s breasts. She gave an awful howling wail and threshed about in an effort to break free. Peter liked this and began flogging Yvonne’s tits from different angles, watching the many leather strands impacting into the flesh as they struck with force.
Thirty or forty blows had Yvonne screaming with the unbearable pain that filled her body. Her tits were battered, swollen, and covered in terrible red abrasions.
Peter once more surveyed his work and considered that Yvonne’s arms and legs were, as yet, relatively unscathed. He immediately set to work with a flat leather belt to rectify this situation, systematically belting all the way up the arms from Yvonne’s bound wrists, right up to her shoulders, and landing plenty of vicious blows right into the armpits.
Once both arms were red and battered, he then took the riding crop and turned his attention to Yvonne’s legs, beating them cruelly from all different directions and angles, and paying particular attention to the back of her knees and right up in her oh so tender groin.
Peter loved the frantic, uncontrolable screaming and howling that Yvonne made in her agony. She was beginning to go a little hoarse from all of this screaming, but, to Peter, it just lent a sexiness to her voice when she intermittently pleaded with him to stop.
Peter realised that he too was becoming a bit dry in the throat after all of his work on Yvonne. He glanced at his watch and realised that he had been working on this slut for almost two hours. He realised that he was both hungry and thirsty so he left Yvonne sobbing in her pain and misery, and went off for a brief moment to get himself a drink.
Yvonne lay there and eventually stopped sobbing and began to regain some sanity. She raised her head as much as she could, and looked down over her swollen, lacerated body, her damaged breasts, and her beaten arms and legs.
She considered how stupid she was to allow herself to be used for this sort of thing, and yet, at the same time she was filled with satisfaction that she drove men to use her in this way. Her body was so very sore, she ached all over, and she felt dazed and groggy. In spite of this she still felt a sexual satisfaction in her pain.
Yvonne drifted into a sort of reverie. She was suddenly aroused by the sound of Peter’s voice as he once more stood over her.
“You sexy little cunt,” he said, grinning broadly.
“Thank you,” Yvonne softly whispered as she looked up at him.
“Ready for more of the same,” he asked, grinning even wider.
Yvonne said nothing in reply, torn between the strong desire to be released and allowed to go home, and the wilfully perverted desire to be used further for these sadistic pursuits.
She knew anyway, that her answer would be totally meaningless as Peter would do whatever he wanted regardless of her reply.
Yvonne’s heart sank as she watched Peter take up the heavy leather, brass studded belt that he had previously told her of.
“Oh God, no,” she wailed pitifully. “No! No! That is too cruel, too brutal,” she cried pleadingly.
Anyone else would have been so moved by the tone of Yvonne’s plea, that they would have released her immediately, but not so Peter. He was stimulated to further extremes of cruelty by Yvonne’s heartfelt plea.
Crash! The first blow with the heavy belt came down across her midriff. Yvonne screamed and then her screaming went into a frantic pleading to be spared. She just could not take this ghastly, horrible thrashing with the studded belt.
Peter ignored her and continued to flog and scourge Yvonne’s body as she screamed and wrenched violently at her bonds. She was screaming, howling, wailing, completely out of her mind with the pain being inflicted upon her.
“Oh yes, yes! Go you fucking little whore!” Peter gloated, thrilled and getting more and more excited at the way that Yvonne was now being driven mad. Her frantic, uncontrollable screaming was driving him on, exciting him, thrilling him, gorging him with lust at the wild, frantic heaving and screeching of his victim.
More and more blows rained down. Harder and harder. Faster and faster. More and more violent. Indiscriminately lashing all over Yvonne’s body. He stood astride her and brought the heavy, studded belt down between Yvonne’s spread thighs and right across her exposed, gaping pussy. Yvonne’s screams were piercing. Again and again he thrashed between her legs with wild abandon. Yvonne’s face was contorted with pain and terror as she screamed and screamed and screamed.
Peter became more and more excited and out of control with Yvonne’s crazed reactions to his viciously sadistic belting. “You stupid, fucking, whore, cunt,” he lustful snarled as he put every effort into his work.
Finally, not through any feeling of mercy or compassion, but simply because of his desire to fuck this slut, Peter threw the belt aside and, getting between her naked thighs, he mounted Yvonne’s battered body and fucked her in a frenzy of lust.
For Yvonne, even though she loved fucking, this was continued torture as her pussy had been so badly mutilated by the heavy, studded belt thrashing onto it.
Peter’s fucking lasted only a short time before he filled Yvonne with his sperm. He then let his heavy body fall in sexual exhaustion onto the top of Yvonne’s petite body.
After a few minutes rest, Peter released Yvonne’s hands and then began fingering her pussy, slowly working four and five fingers into her already wet and slippery fuck pit.
A bit of lubrication assisted him in sliding two fingers up her ass at the same time.
Yvonne began to sigh and moan softly and her hands went down and stretched her vulva out to assist Peter in working on her pussy.
Soon she was moaning lustfully and gently rocking her hips in a fucking motion as Peter finger fucked her two holes and beginning to use a little pressure so that not only five fingers were entering Yvonne’s pussy, but also the main knuckles of his hand were beginning to press in and stretch her vagina wide.
Peter kept telling her that she was a “little whore, a bitch, a stupid fucking cunt,” and other demeaning terms. It appeared that Yvonne accepted all of those things as being true of her as her lust and sexual excitement rose ever higher.
“I’m going to get my fist right up your whore’s cunt,” Peter told her spitefully as he began to force the widest part of his fist into Yvonne’s sloppy pussy. She moaned and groaned and pumped her pussy like a whore as Peter strove to force his fist all the way inside her body.
Yvonne was panting and gasping, one hand mauling her breasts while the other worked around Peter’s hand in her pussy. She was lusting like a nympho and the sensations in her body rapidly drove her towards orgasm.
“Ah yes,” Peter laughed with satisfaction as his entire fist finally forced its way up into Yvonne’s body so that her pussy closed around his wrist.
Yvonne was rapidly loosing all control and she moaned like a whore, panting and gasping as she heaved her hips and fucked her pussy onto Peter’s fist.
Peter withdrew his fingers from Yvonne’s ass and clapped his large hand over Yvonne’s mouth and nose so as to suffocate her as she raced to orgasm.
Yvonne began to thrash around on the bed, partly from the orgasmic sensations which continued to drive her crazy, and partly from the fact that she was being suffocated. Her struggles were of course to no avail, how could a little thing like her do anything to resist Peter who was big and strong.
Yvonne’s eyes began to open wider into a frightened stare. She threshed her arms about and her chest heaved as she struggled for a breath of air. In spite of suffocating her hands kept finding their way down to her pussy, mauling around it as Peter continually dragged his clenched fist out, before slowly pumping it back into this whore’s body.
Yvonne’s combined lusting and fighting suddenly became weak and Peter knew that she was losing consciousness. He waited a minute more, watching Yvonne’s eyes roll so that the whites showed only. He then reluctantly released his grip over her face and noted her intake of air and gasping breaths.
Yvonne lay there gasping and semi-senseless. Peter looked down at her face, still very pretty even though her eyes were puffy from crying and her make-up streaked by her tears. He considered for a moment and then drew back his fist and punched her hard on one eye.
Yvonne let out a wail as her head jerked backwards in her semi-stupor.
Peter took hold of a fistful of hair and held her head upright while, with the other fist clenched tight, he continued to punch Yvonne’s face until her eyes were beginning to puff up, her cheeks were red, and her lips broken and swelling.
Peter grinned as he looked at his handiwork. This slut is such a pretty little thing that it’s fun to disfigure her, he considered.
Yvonne was beginning to regain consciousness and her hands went to her pussy and her fingers began to slide through her sloppy wetness and masturbate.
Peter looked down on her battered and lacerated body, marvelling that this slut’s sex drive still urged her on in spite of the violence that he’d used on her.
Her fingertips slipped and slid between her vulva, caressing, rubbing, stretching. Now her fingers began to slip inside her pussy, seeking out her clitoris and gently sliding her fingers up and down on either side of it, stimulating herself into little sighing gasps of pleasure. She began to lift her pussy, pumping it onto her fingers in a fucking motion, slowly at first but gradually becoming more and more vigorous as her lust rose and her fingers began to work frantically at her pussy.
Now she was sighing, moaning, groaning, lusting as she brought herself ever closer to orgasm.
Peter knelt beside her and taking Yvonne’s small breasts in his large hands, he began to squeeze and twist them cruelly.
Yvonne was now gasping both at her orgasmic feelings as well as the pain which Peter was causing her to suffer. She nevertheless continued masturbating frantically, now groaning and moaning as her body was racked with sensational feelings.
Yvonne was rapidly reaching a state where her whole being was centred in the orgasm that raced through every fibre of her body. Peter began slapping her face so that her head was knocked this way and that. Yvonne took it all as she heaved and moaned and gasped until the sensations of her climax became so extreme that she could take no more and fell back gasping and shuddering.
Peter slapped her face, which was now terribly bruised and swollen, then began to stroke his huge, hard cock until another lot of his sperm spurted forth all over Yvonne’s face.
Yvonne lay there looking up through swollen, puffy, tear stained eyes at Peter.
“You fucking little whore,” Peter sneered as he looked down at her.
The hands on the small clock on the bedside table, indicated that Yvonne’s husband would soon be arriving to collect his beaten and battered wife.

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Under his desk

Momentarily, I feel the toe of his Salvatore Farragamo against the back of my head, pushing my cheek to the ground. The shin of his other leg rubbing between my butt cheeks as I raise my hips for him. My soggy cunt at his knee now, and my surprised, lusty face between the sole of his shoe and the carpet. Jesus. I don’t care how cliche this is. Fuck me Matt. Take what you want.

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Harry potter And the Dark world ch 1

No prophecy.No savior.Voldemort controls most of Europe bringing about an Age of magical bloodline discrimination.Muggleborns and blood traitors are sold as slaves sexual or otherwise.Half bloods live under the rule of the purebloods.Harry potter and his still living family including his brothers and sisters try to get through this life.

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Blackmailing My Sexy Neighbour

This is a story of Blackmail, Exploitation and Control. If you are not interested, do not read it.
She walked into her bedroom and set down her briefcase. She was finally able to let loose and relax; it had been a long day at the office. She untied her hair and waved through her silky brunette locks with her elegant fingers.
The show was about to begin.
She unbuttoned her grey coat and tossed it aside; revealing a white blouse that I was quite accustomed to seeing. She paused before unbuttoning the buttons of her blouse one by one.
My heart began to race.
She tossed her blouse aside. I particularly liked the bra she was wearing. Lacy black with flowers imprinted. Medium sized, encasing her big beautiful breasts and at the same time pushing them up into perfect position. This bra was no doubt one of the reasons she has such a successful business career.
Next she peeled down her long gray business skirt and hopped out of it. She went with conservative black cotton panties today, though I’ve seen her wear much more “exciting” underwear, nothing could look bad on that prize of an ass.
She bent down to pick up her skirt, I found myself drooling as her beautiful heart shaped ass stuck out.
My eyes followed her intently as she walked around her room hanging up her clothes. She then walked into the bathroom for her nightly shower before bed.
I stepped back from the telescope I had set up in my tree house. I whipped out my rock hard penis and started wanking it intensely. I quickly masturbated to the thought of fucking my smoking hot neighbor Carly Dawn.
My name is David Stone, and call me a stalker or peeping tom if you want, but the truth is that the only thing I have going for me in my life is that a sexy goddess named Carly Dawn lives next door to me and apparently hasn’t heard of curtains.
My life’s been pretty tough since my Dad moved us out here to Boston for economic reasons. Now I was by no means popular back where we lived but since I moved here I haven’t made many friends. My grade 10 year here sucked big time, I’m kind of a pale, nerdy skinny kid and I get picked on a lot. But thank goodness that school is over now, and I have the summer to just relax.
Ms. Dawn came out of the shower; I rushed back to my telescope. She was in a sexy night gown. She got on her bed and started to put lotion on her long sexy legs. After this she decided to get some work done on her laptop.
Ms. Dawn is a 24 year old successful business woman. She is a bright woman so I don’t really believe she sleazed her way to success but I do like to fantasize about her sucking dick for a promotion. I’ve never really talked to her that much other than the odd neighborly conversations. She seemed like a really nice person and always talked to me politely, if only she knew how badly I wanted her.
After staring at her for a while, I decided that she wasn’t just going to magically start stripping for me, so I climbed down from my tree house and headed inside.
I gave my Mom and Dad a smile and said good night as I retired to my room and went to sleep.
For the past few months I had been spying on Ms. Dawn, but it was that Summer that both of our lives changed.
As the summer went on I found that there wasn’t much to do. I was ridiculously bored.
As the summer heat increased so did my horniness, soon just watching Ms. Dawn undress to her bra and panties just didn’t cut it. Some lucky days she would even go for a swim in her backyard pool, but not nearly often enough. I spent endless summer nights hatching plans and theories to fix my needs. My naughty voyeurism had grown into an obsession.
I decided that I needed to see more of Ms. Dawn.
One thing that I had going for me was that I was really good with technology and computers. I went to a local shop I knew of and bought small wireless webcams. They were pretty expensive; I had to take some money out of my Dad’s wallet. The way I thought of it was that he owed me after pretty much ruining my life by moving us out here.
The next part of my plan was the hardest. I had to break into Ms. Dawn’s house. I wasn’t much of a lawbreaker, and the even the thought of what would happen to me if I got caught was enough to make me hyperventilate.
I would wait for Ms. Dawn to leave for work, I would walk up to the back door of her house, and I would chicken out.
This happened 3 or 4 days straight.
I took a week off and let my desperation build up, one night I decided I would do it the next day no matter what.
The next morning I woke up sweating. I peered out my window just in time to see Ms. Dawn’s black Porsche cruise down the road. I got my kit ready.
I waited an hour, just in case she forgot something and had to come back.
She didn’t come back.
I put a ski mask over my face and left the back door of my house. I hopped the fence separating out properties and walked briskly to her back door. I got out my crow bar; ready to break in like they do in the movies.
I twisted the door knob and almost laughed out loud when the door opened. It wasn’t even locked!
I walked in, the whole house smelt like pleasant like perfume or something. The house was very nice, it was a lot bigger than mine. It had beautiful furniture and expensive looking portraits and pieces of art everywhere. But I wasn’t interested in these, I was on a mission. I walked upstairs to her bedroom. I entered her master bathroom, it was huge!
I opened up my kit and took out some of the wireless webcams. I installed one right below her big bathroom mirror, one across from her toilet and one in her shower. The cameras were very small and completely see through except for a small black dot in the middle. I was confident that she wouldn’t see them.
I walked into her bedroom and installed two cameras that gave different views of her bed. Seeing that my work was done I excitedly walked out of her room ready to leave. I walked by her laundry room, and thought to make best of the situation. I scavenged through her hamper. I picked out a few of the smallest and smelliest bras and panties I could find and I left.
I returned home and practically ran upstairs to my room. What a rush! I checked out my computer.
SUCCESS!
I could flick through each of the different cameras, and the clarity was unbelievable, I actually felt like I was still in her room! They were definitely worth the money. I masturbated with one of Ms. Dawn’s thongs and then stashed them under my bed.
Ms. Dawn’s return seemed to take forever but her Porsche finally pulled up into the drive way. As I saw her walk inside, I quickly grabbed a bag of chips and ran up to my computer.
She took a while making her way upstairs but sure enough she entered her bedroom. Then she put on the routine I’ve seen so many times. She relaxed and slowly discarded her blouse and skirt.
Today she was wearing a conservative white bra and white cotton panties. She entered the bathroom. This was what I’ve waited so long to see!
She looked into the mirror; the way the camera was positioned made it look like she was staring right at me. She slowly reached back and unhooked her bra. She caught the bra and set it on the counter. Her breasts looked amazing; I almost fell back on my chair! They were big but at same time nicely rounded. They were positioned beautifully on her chest. Her age allowed for absolutely no sag.
She gave a quizzical look as she took each boob in each hand and seemingly weighed them out. She squeezed each one lightly and started playing with her light nipples.
Looking satisfied she looked down and stepped out of her panties. She had a clean shaven pussy. She set the panties on the counter and walked away. I watched her sexy ass cheeks sway rhythmically with each stride.
She sat down on the toilet
I switched camera views. She started peeing. Now I’m not much of a toilet porn guy but I couldn’t look away. I watched intently as urine flowed from her beautiful pussy.
She cleaned up and entered the shower. She turned on the hot water and turned on the shower, a jet of water hit her head as she started washing her face.
Next she stuck out her chest and let the hot jet wash her bare breasts. She lathered her tits up with soap and started massaging them.
My dick was rock hard; anticipating what was next.
After scrubbing her boobs clean, she washed her toned stomach. Next she started scrubbing her pussy. This sent me crazy as she made sure every crevice of her vagina had been scrubbed.
Next she turned around and let the shower hit her backside. She watched as much of her back as possible then moved on to her glorious ass. After scrubbing the surface of her cheeks she split them apart and soaped up the crease.
After a long hot shower, she turned off the water, stepped outside and dried herself off with a towel.
Next she squirted some body lotion on her chest and started lotioning up her boobs. This sent me over the top, I accidentally jizzed all over the screen!
I quickly cleaned it up so I could watch what this sexy goddess did next. She proceeded putting lotion over her entire body, she took and especially long time on her ass.
Much to my disappointment she decided to cover up and put on her small nightgown that I was so used to.
She walked out to her bed and turned on her laptop and settled into bed with it. I kept watching her. She eventually fell asleep, but still I watched her for hours. I was entranced by her beauty.
Over the next couple of weeks I scheduled my day around her showers and bathroom breaks, she would take a shower in the morning before work and a shower after work. On weekends she would shower only once but would pee and poop quite often, which I grew to enjoy watching.
However I found that instead of satisfying my needs, my obsession grew. The more I saw her the more I wanted her.
Watching her on the computer was still thrilling, but I wanted her to be mine, in real life.
I spent hours thinking of a plan to get her. Then it hit me. Blackmail!
I went on the computer late one night and put together the sexiest shower scenes, undressing and even toilet scenes all into one long and hot video.
Then I prepared an email. It read
“Take a look at this, if you don’t do everything I say this will be unleashed on the internet and you can kiss your business career goodbye.” Then I attached the video and sent it.
I flicked on the camera that was in her bedroom. She was on her laptop. At first she had a quizzical look on her face, then slowly it transformed to horror as she saw the video.
A response came back quickly
“You pervert, you have cameras in here don’t you?”
She got out of bed and started looking around feverishly
I responded
“Smart girl, from the angles in the video you are probably smart enough to know exactly where each camera is. But I advise you if you so much as touch a camera I will leak your rather embarrassing video.”
She checked her laptop and responded quickly
“Ok you win, what do you want? Money?”
I replied
“No darling, I simply want you.”
“You sick fuck, you aren’t getting a piece of this. I’ll take you to court for blackmail”
“Sweetheart, you decide, I know how busy you are. It would probably cost you months of pay to take this to court, not to mention the money to pay the lawyers. One night can make it all go away.”
She thought about it and replied
“Fine, I will give you one night.”
“Good, unlock your front door. Lie on your bed completely nude, tie your hands back with your bra, blindfold yourself and gag yourself with the thong that you wore today. I will be over in 10 minutes,
I watched the camera intently. She was fighting tears. She walked downstairs and returned. She went into the bathroom and grabbed her dirty thong. She stuffed it in her mouth, she used a piece of cloth to blindfold herself, and then she used her bra to handcuff herself.
She got onto the bed belly down and stuck her ass out in the air.
I snuck out of my house and walked up to hers. I quietly opened the door and snuck in. I walked upstairs and into her bedroom.
The sight of her in real life was a hundred times more magnificent then watching her on film. The camera didn’t do her justice.
I was ecstatic. Being a nerdy kid growing up, this was the first naked woman I’ve ever seen, and it was the girl of my dreams!
Her skin tone was delicious; she had a golden aura about her as she was slightly tan giving her a peach color.
As I approached my prize my heart started racing. My cock was already rock hard. All of my planning and scheming had led to this. This was my prize.
As she heard me approach, she squealed, she was understandably frightened. If only she knew how much I loved her, there was nothing I would do to her to hurt her.
I slowly put my fingers on her outstanding ass. This sent a shiver down her body. I massaged her luscious ass cheeks. My dick was actually hurting because it was throbbing so hard.
She was very submissive. To her understanding this would be a onetime thing.
I split apart her ass cheeks and took in a deep whiff of her ass. It was a magnificent aroma. I turned her body around.
There they were. Her perfect breasts; staring at me; begging me to have my way with them. I got on top of her. My dick was touching her pussy through my pants. This sent a jolt through my body.
I took each breast in each palm and started lightly squeezing. She was breathing heavily. I had never felt breasts before. They felt magnificent, so smooth and soft yet resilient in their own way.
I brought my face towards hers and kissed her on the right cheek. Her first reaction was to turn her head away but I was persistent and followed. Then I turned her face and kissed her left cheek.
Then I took the panties out of her mouth with my mouth and spit them aside. I kissed her on the lips. This was my first kiss on the lips. I slipped in my tongue and started exploring her mouth. I pressed her body close to mine; her breasts squeezed against my chest as I French kissed her.
I’m sure I wasn’t a good kisser but I felt electric. I took off my shirt and tossed it aside, I wanted to feel her body against my bare skin.
I withdrew my tongue from her mouth and held her closely. I slid down. I licked her right nipple; this made her shiver. I started suckling her right nipple while playing with the other one.
I put as much of her right breast in my mouth that would fit and started licking and sucking away. Her body squirmed against mine.
Her left nipple stood up, I started sucking it and played with her right breast with my hand. It was all wet from my saliva.
Her breast was so soft in my mouth, I felt like biting it but I didn’t want to cause my sweet heart any pain.
I gave her another kiss on the lips and I decided that I couldn’t wait anymore, I had to have her.
I took off my pants and boxers. I brought my pulsating dick towards her pussy and gently touched the lips. This sent another orgasmic jolt through my body.
I slowly entered her pussy. The feeling was sensational! Her pussy was so warm and wet and tight, my dick felt so at home in it.
I thrust in and out. This was obviously my first time having sex, but I watched plenty of porn so I knew what to do. I clumsily thrusted in and out. It felt so good!
She breathed heavily. I continued playing with her breasts.
About a minute in I felt my body shaking and I orgasmed. I stepped back and lied down beside her. I put my arm around her.
She was surprised; she probably expected it to be a lot longer.
I didn’t care, I felt so unexplainably happy and safe.
I untied her hands and slipped off her blindfold. She looked at me and instantly stepped out of bed.
“You’re just a kid!” she continued “In fact you’re that creepy kid from next door aren’t you?”
I replied
“Well I think I’m a man now.” I smiled
She answered
“Ok whatever, just get out of here now kid and I’ll pretend this never happened.”
“Actually, I would appreciate it if you walk your cute butt over here and give me a blowjob.”
“Fuck off kid, get out of here or I’ll call the cops and get you sent to juvie for blackmail.”
I smiled
“Go ahead, call the cops. See whose side the law takes, the adult woman who claims she’s getting blackmailed or the 15 year old kid who has video evidence of an adult willingly having sex with him.” I pointed to the camera “not only will your career be over, but you’ll be serving big time in the slammer.”
She was silent. She knew I was right.
“Ok I’ll give you a blow job if you leave me alone after.”
“Oh no sweetheart, you’re mine now, I have complete control of your life now, you’ll go as far in life as I allow you. As soon as you disobey me I can ruin you. In a sense I’m your god. Now come give your god a blow job.”
I sat on the edge of the bed, eagerly awaiting my beautiful neighbor to suck my dick.
She was in shock. She didn’t think I could be this sadistic, but she knew there was nothing she could do; I could ruin her life with a click of the mouse.
She walked over to me and got on her knees on the floor. She took my dick in her hand and put it in her mouth. It was still limp and wet from a combination of semen and pussy juices. I could tell she wanted to puke as she took it in her mouth.
She started sucking. It felt so good, different then sex but almost equally as thrilling. I lasted much longer this time as it took me a while to get hard.
Finally I exploded in her mouth.
She bobbed her head up and down, gradually getting faster and faster.
I got up.
“Thank you for that sweetheart, I trust we’ll be getting to know each other quite well this summer.” I smiled and walked out of the room.
I practically skipped my way home; I had to sneak in because it was pretty late. I snuck upstairs to my room. I felt like crying out in joy. Even when I put the plan together I didn’t expect it to go this smoothly. I thought that something would go wrong; this seemed too good to be true!
I checked my computer and looked at the video of Ms. Dawn and I fucking. It really just looked like we were doing some kinky role playing, she was very submissive. And the blowjob looked 100% consenting.
I was sure this would hold up in court, but I hoped I would never have to go that far. Hopefully Ms. Dawn would be smart and do what I told her to.
I got as much sleep as I could but I got up very early. Then an idea hit me, I grabbed some cameras and decided to pay my sex toy a visit.
I snuck into Ms. Dawn’s house through her back door and crept upstairs to her room.
She was sleeping peacefully in her night gown. I admired her beauty for a moment before I crept to her bed and lied down beside her. I untied her night gown; exposing her breasts. I lightly touched her left breast, circling the nipple lightly. I gave her a kiss on the cheek. Apparently she was a light sleeper as she woke up and screamed at the top of her lungs.
She came to her senses
“How did you get in here?”
“The backdoor was unlocked, oh yeah that reminds me I want the front door unlocked at all times, I feel like such a lowlife having to sneak in through the back.”
“Anything your highness?” she said in disgust and sarcasm
I replied
“Actually yes, there are some ground rules that I am going to apply to our little game.
Number one; you must stay completely naked at home. You have such a beautiful body it’s a shame you ever cover it up.”
Number two; Take these cameras. Install one in your car and the rest all over your work place, I want to see you at all times during the say. I will also need some money to buy more cameras to install in the rest of the rooms in your house.
Number three; Give me your phone number. You will receive texts throughout the day and nights giving you tasks to do that will please me. You must do the task instantly.
Number four; you must call me master at all times. I am tired of the disrespect you’ve been showing me.
These are 4 very simple and clear rules, they will be easy to follow, and any violation will result in punishment
Are we clear Carly?”
She was in shock
“Yes”
“Yes?”
Yes Master.” She corrected herself.
She was fighting back tears, still trying to comprehend how this 15 year old boy had managed to gain complete control of her life.
I brushed back her silky brown hair and wiped a tear from her cheek. Her light blue eyes looked so beautiful filled with tears.
“You have to understand that I care about you and I won’t do anything to hurt you or ruin your life, just follow my rules, maybe you’ll have fun.”
I don’t know how much my words helped her, but it was a message I felt that I had to get across.
While she was getting dressed for work in the bathroom, I took her credit card from her purse and left to go back to the tech store; leaving her with some much needed privacy.
Since Carly knew about this now there was no need in getting the small cameras, instead I picked up some bigger high definition ones. I also bought a bigger high definition flat screen monitor for my computer. It was all quite expensive but I’m sure Carly could afford it.
When I got back to her house she was gone; leaving me time to work. I installed a camera in each bathroom, in the hall ways, the living room, on the deck and by the pool.
I returned home and installed my monitor, the clarity was incredible. Then I checked out my new views. I was looking into Carly’s parked car. Then I switched to what looked like a conference room, then into what was Carly’s private bathroom and then finally into Carly’s spacious office where my darling was busy at work doing some paperwork.
I watched her intently. Only she could make doing paperwork look so sexy.
I texted her
“Good, you’ve done well. Be a sweetheart and take off your coat, it should be a crime to cover up those magnificent breasts with that much clothing.”
She checked her phone, read the message and gave me an annoyed look. But sure enough she shed her coat and hung it up on the rack.
Her obedience excited me
She was wearing a pretty conservative white blouse but it still clung to her big breasts tightly.
I sent her another text
“Unbutton the top 2 buttons.”
She did so; exposing some sexy cleavage.
“Take off your bra.”
She gave me a quizzical look through the camera. Then she texted
“I can’t I have a meeting with my boss, he could be here any second.”
I replied
“Do it.”
She knew she had to do what I told her.
She went into her bathroom. I switched views.
She took off her blouse and unhooked her bra. Then she put her blouse back on, leaving the top 2 buttons
open. She looked so sexy.
Her breasts looked like they were begging to be released from her blouse.
“Good, you look beautiful; now put the bra on your desk so your boss knows you aren’t wearing a bra.”
She gave me another look like she didn’t want to do it. She hesitantly put the bra on the corner of her desk.
“Good, now I know you won’t want to do this but unbutton your blouse one more button.”
She shook her head. She refused to do so.
I sent her another text
“Check your email.”
She did, opening up the video of her sucking my dick. She closed it quickly.
She gulped and slowly unbuttoned her blouse one more button.
Her breasts almost popped out of her shirt entirely!
They were half way out of her blouse, her nipples were barely covered.
As she was adjusting her blouse to make it work best, the door opened and her boss walked in.
She stood up to greet him; this gave her breasts a jiggle and they almost popped out again!
“Why Good afternoon Ms. Dawn”
“Good afternoon Mr. Seymour”
They shook hands
Her boss looked like an asshole, he was old. Probably in his 50’s or early 60’s but he looked strong minded. He had the typical rich arrogant prick image.
He sat down on the opposite side of the table from Carly. This was a meeting that would decide whether Carly got a promotion or not, she had never had much luck with Mr. Seymour before.
He noticed the bra on her table, but said nothing. Instead of looking Carly eye to eye he stared exclusively at her breasts and made no attempt to hide it. This made Carly extremely uncomfortable, she was used to using her brain to get ahead, not her body.
She went through financial figures and graphs and charts. Mr. Seymour just nodded in approval, obviously distracted.
This excited me.
I sent her a text
“Hike up your skirt, then drop something that he will have to pick up.”
She quickly read her phone
She had no time to argue with me, she knew she had to do it. She hiked up her skirt way up to almost her crotch area, her panties were visible.
Then she clumsily dropped some papers on Mr. Seymour’s side of the table.
This knocked him out of his trance as he bent down to pick up the papers.
She hiked up her skirt a little more, this definitely caught his attention, his eyes climbed her long radiant peach legs all the way up to her exposed black panties.
He finally returned with her papers and put them on her desk. She thanked him and continued talking.
His hand slowly reached under the table and touched her softly on the leg. He let his hand rest on her knee before stroking the smooth thigh.
Carly kept talking, trying to ignore the wrinkled hand creeping up her thigh. Finally her boss interrupted her
“You know Carly I’ve been waiting for this for a while.” He smiled
Carly remained silent. He continued.
“You’re a smart girl, it’s about time you figured out how to take advantage of your assets.”
He smiled sadistically
“Keep dressing like this, and you get your promotion.”
“Thank you sir.” Carly replied. I could read her mind, she had such mixed feelings, on one hand she was happy that she got the promotion she so badly wanted, but on the other hand she got it for all the wrong reasons.
Mr. Seymour continued.
“Come now, to my office, let’s celebrate.” He snapped his fingers and walked out of the room, motioning her to follow him. She did.
Damn, I couldn’t see them anymore; I really wanted to see that old bastard give it to her.
I waited around, watching intently for her to come back. It was hours before she finally returned to her office. Her hair was a mess, her makeup was screwed up, obviously the boss gave it to her good.
She entered the bathroom and fixed up her hair and makeup. I texted her.
“Tell me all about what he did to you.”
She replied
“I will when I get home, I’m really tired right now, I’m coming home.”
She packed up and walked out to her car. About half way through the car ride, the car came to a stop as she pulled over. She was obviously disgruntled.
“What happened?” I texted
“Damn, cop pulled me over.”
This gave me an idea
“I want you to flirt your way out of it. If you get a ticket you will be punished when you get home.”
She looked confused
“How, I’ve never gotten out of a ticket.”
“Unbutton your blouse and act like a slut.”
The cop walked up to the car. He was probably in his 40’s, he was really tall and built and had a thick
beard, he looked experienced.
Carly unbuttoned the top few buttons of her blouse and stuck her chest out. She still wasn’t wearing a bra.
“Is there a problem officer?” she asked in a seductive voice
“Yes m’am, you were 10 miles over the speed limit.”
She replied
“Oh how clumsy of me.”
She stuck her chest out more
The officer noticed this
He smiled for a second before continuing
“The city has told us to take speeding very seriously m’am, my partner and I are going to need to search
you to make sure you are not on any illegal substances.”
He called his partner up. He was a scrawny guy, much younger; he couldn’t have been older then early
twenties.
“M’am could you get out of the car?”
Carly stepped outside.
The older cop led her to the passenger side of the car.
I switched views to the camera that showed what was going on outside, I watched eagerly.
He instructed her to put her hands on the roof of the car and spread her legs. I saw him smile at his young partner who looked equally excited.
He began patting her down with his big rough hands. He skimmed past her arms and back. He put his
hand on her waist and slowly patted upwards. He stopped at her breasts and started squeezing them through her blouse.
Carly exclaimed
“What are you doing?!”
“Well M’am looks like you have some deadly weapons under your blouse.”
The other cop started laughing at the cruel joke
I didn’t know this kind of stuff happened in real life; it was wrong but very exciting!
Carly screamed
“Please stop!”
“Listen slut, you wanted to flirt your way out of a ticket. I’ve been around for a while, it’s gonna take more
than flirting, you’re going to earn it.” He smiled
He kicked her legs farther apart; causing her skirt to ride up. He took out his knife and cut her skirt all the way up to her waist, he tore off the rest and cast it aside.
“Well well, you don’t see an ass like that every day do you Tommy?” he laughed as he admired Carly’s tight and round thong clad bottom.
“Let me touch it.” The other cop whined
“Shut up rookie you’ll wait your turn!” The older cop screamed
He gave her a hard spank on her right cheek; causing Carly to let out a sharp yelp.
The officer laughed before once again sliding his hands up towards her breasts. He ripped her blouse open causing most of the buttons to break and causing her big breasts to pop out.
He started mauling her bare breasts with his brutish hands.
“Mmm, so big, so soft, so perky.”
There wasn’t much traffic on that particular road and the car was blocking the view of what was going on from any passing cars.
After manipulating Carly’s breasts in each and every way he could, he reached for his handcuffs and handcuffed her and told her to stand up straight and face him.
She looked so sexy; her torn blouse could do nothing to stop her bare breasts from pushing out as far as possible, and her luscious ass looked perfect in that small black thong.
He gave her another sharp smack on the ass.
“Suck my dick bitch” he said cruelly
He unzipped his pants, unleashing a monster dick! It was hairy and thick and it must’ve been 12 inches at least!
Carly gulped, before getting on her knees. The rough pavement hurt her knees.
She couldn’t imagine how she could fit that monster dick in her mouth, the very thought of it made her want to puke.
Her eyes began to tear. The officer ran out of patience, her grabbed her head and forced her mouth to accept his dick.
He forced it deep down her throat: forcing her to bob her head to keep from choking.
He ran his coarse fingers through her long silky brown hair as she blew him
He lasted forever, he almost seemed bored as he played with Carly’s tits and hair casually, Carly must’ve been wondering how much longer he could last.
As he mauled her tit’s Carly started bobbing her head as fast as she could; desperate to get this over.
“Mm there you go.” He said
He slowly started moaning and after what seemed like an eternity he exploded in Carly’s mouth.
Wow I had never seen that much cum come out of a cock before, Carly was overwhelmed. He picked up her torn skirt from the side of the road and laughed as he cleaned off her face with it.
“Go head kid, your turn.”
The younger cop was ecstatic, he walked up to Carly and whipped out his cock, it was pretty long; probably about 9 inches; but nowhere close to as thick as the older cop.
“Stand up.” The older cop instructed Carly.
She did
The younger cop bent her body over so her mouth could suck his dick, the older one walked up to her ass and slid her thong down her legs and cast it aside.
Carly started sucking the fresh cock, the older cop inspected the hot ass and pussy that was in front of him. He split her ass cheeks and took a big whiff of her ass.
This was enough to resurrect his big dick.
He grabbed a hold of her waist and started ruthlessly fucking her pussy from behind. Carly let out the loudest scream I’ve heard in my life.
The younger cop showed a mean streak himself as he gave her a hard slap in the face and forced his cock deep down her throat; reducing her loud screams to muffled moans.
Carly found it excruciatingly hard to suck on the cock in front of her as her pussy was getting ripped apart from behind.
A few minutes in the young cop exploded all over Carly, he then simply stepped back and enjoyed the show that his veteran partner was putting on.
And believe me it was quite a show
Carly once again started screaming at the top of her lungs, the cop however showed no signs of slowing down.
He reached around her body and once again started brutally squeezing her tits; adding to her pain.
Soon Carly, not being able to support her own weight, collapsed to the ground.
The cop however held her waist and legs up as he continued ruthlessly fucking her.
Carly’s face and chest rested on the rough pavement, her once shrill screams now reduced to quiet moans through sheer exhaustion.
Finally after what seemed like hours the cop withdrew his dick from her pussy and put his penis head on her ass hole and deposited another huge load in Carly.
He gave her a smack on the ass and let her waist fall to the floor with the rest of her body.
“Now that’s how you get out of a ticket in my town honey.” He laughed
He gave the other cop a high five and walked back to his car. The other cop took off Carly’s handcuffs and joined his partner in the car and they drove off; leaving Carly naked; collapsed on the rough pavement.
Carly lied there for a while, not having the strength to get up. Finally she managed to stagger to her feet. She picked up her thong and clumsily slid it back on. Her skirt was no longer in usable condition; she left it on the road as she got back into the car.
She adjusted her ripped blouse so it covered as much of her chest as possible and then she started to drive home.
After watching for a little while longer I told my parents that I was going to sleepover at a friend’s house and I headed over next door.
I made myself comfortable in Carly’s bed; eagerly awaiting for her to come home.
Eventually the door opened. Carly walked into her room
“Oh fuck not you again.”
I decided to let that go
“Come sit down sweetheart, I’ve been waiting a long time for you to come home.”
She walked over to the bed; she was noticeable limping from the pounding she took earlier.
She sat down on the bed beside me
I put my arms around her; I slipped off her blouse and started playing with her breasts.
I slowly put my mouth around her left nipple and started sucking.
She suddenly pushed my mouth away and stood up
“You know what I’ve had enough of this! I’ve been getting used all day like I’m some kind of slut!” she screamed angrily
“I let your first comment go but you are way out of line! Now come here so I can punish you.”
“Fuck You.” She replied coldly
“Listen bitch, you think the day you had today was tough? What do you think will happen to a hot piece of ass like you in prison? You know what; I would actually love to find out.”
I picked up the phone and dial 9-1
“NO NO NO!!!” she begged
I stopped
“Good, now walk your ass back here and sit on this bed, you’ve been a bad girl, you need to be punished.”
She submissively sat down on the bed beside me.
I took her in my arm, I bent her body over my lap.
I’ve wanted to do this for a while.
I slid her thong down.
SMACK
I gave her a hard smack on her left ass cheek.
“OWWW!” she screamed
SMACK
SMACK
SMACK
SMACK
SMACK
A light red color that began to take over her ass cheek
SMACK
SMACK
SMACK
SMACK
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Her screams evolved into howls of pain
SMACK
SMACK
SMACK
Tears flooded freely from her eyes
SMACK
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A deep color of purple in the shape of my handprint spread over her ass cheek. I compared it to the golden peach color of her untouched right ass cheek.
I didn’t want to do any permanent damage to her beautiful ass so I decided to switch cheeks
SMACK
SMACK
SMACK
SMACK
SMACK
A fresh sense of pain hit her
SMACK
SMACK
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The thrill of disciplinarily spanking a grown woman provided me with an unequaled sense of pleasure.
SMACK
SMACK
SMACK
SMACK
SMACK
SMACK
Her howls of pain probably could’ve been heard throughout the neighborhood, I didn’t care though.
SMACK
SMACK
SMACK
SMACK
SMACK
SMACK
I didn’t stop until the purple color on her right ass cheek matched the left.
“Now for the second part of your punishment, anal.”
“Please no, anything but that.”
SMACK SMACK
I struck her hard on both ass cheeks
“OOOOOOOOOWWW!!!” she screamed
“What do you say when I give you an order.”
“Yes master.” She obliged
“Good slut, and next time you disobey I will use a belt.”
I split apart her heavily bruised ass cheeks and licked her ass hole. I loved the taste of it, I continued licking it.
Mm I could eat a meal out of that ass
As I explored her ass with my tongue I sent shivers down her spine.
I whipped out my dick.
I slowly entered her ass hole
She screamed. her pain was almost unbearable as my whole length was in her ass hole.
The feeling for me was unbelievable. It was so much tighter around my dick then her pussy, much drier and warmer.
Slowly I started thrusting in and out of her ass, gradually going faster; causing her to scream louder.
I had masturbated so many times that day that I lasted surprisingly long. I soaked in each second I fucked that glorious ass.
Finally I came; much to the relief of Carly.
“Now, will you ever disobey me again?” I asked
“No Master.” She responded
“Good, now go get a shower, you’re filthy, and we have a long night in front of us.”
“Yes Master.” She said as she immediately got up and limped into the bathroom.

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I’m not the original author. The following story is a work of fiction. Its contents are of a graphically sexual nature and may involve non-consensual sexual acts between underage partners. Any resemblance to persons either alive or dead is purely coincidental. This story is intended for ADULTS only. If you are under the legal age of consent in your local jurisdiction, or if you are easily offended, kindly STOP READING NOW.

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VIP Chauffeur

The VIP Chauffeur
By Doverover
I was just back from my two year stint with the Army Rangers in Afhganistan. My best friend had the good fortune to have started a limousine company a few years earlier and had built it into a very successful enterprise. He was quick to give me a job and I soon rose to the top of the list of drivers. I got the best jobs and my pick of the jobs. He approached me this one day and said he had landed a brand new account and wanted me to take the first job. He thought the new client would be a very good tipper.
The first job was to be earl Friday night. I was scheduled to pick up an individual at the downtown Ritz Carlton. Off I went. I had the best car, our brand new stretch and I was there promptly at 7pm. I met the client in the lobby and he acknowledged me right away. He carried a large style brief case which I immediately offered to carry and he quickly put me in my place by stating: “no one touched my attach? He asked that he be referred to as Mr. “K” and he handed me a small piece of paper with an address and told me to take him there the quickest route possible. As I drove there he was on and off his cellphone. In about 30 minutes as we were closing in on the destination, he asked me to pull over and let him out of the limo. I did as requested and we walked a few feet off the road. He approached me eye to eye, nose to nose and said the following: I’ve been told you are extremely trustworthy and will be totally confidential. I assured him that I was for sure. He said you may see things or experience things you’ve never seen before even knowing you saw some vicious atrocities oversees. I told him he could depend on me. He said great and heres a little incentive to be sure. He handed me 10 hundred dollar bills and we got back into the car.
We entered what appeared to be a somewhat exclusive neighborhood where the houses seemed to be worth seven figures or more. The house we stopped in front off was just like the others, nothing extraordinary. I let Mr K out of the car and he immediately handed me a loaded handgun, a German luger. He said I assume you know how to use this? I acknowledged I did. He said to be careful and think before I had to. I said confusedly, OK. He then handed me surgical gloves and told me to put them on. He did the same. We approached the house and he advised to be as quiet as possible. We went to the rear of the house and approached the back door. It was opened. He again motioned to me to be quiet. We entered through the kitchen and I noticed nothing peculiar. It was quiet but for what I thought was voices coming from down the hallway.
We approached as quietly as we could. I noticed Mr K had his handgun drawn and was about to enter what appeared to be a bedroom. He handed me a plastic mask, the lind you wear on Halloween and told me to put it on. He did the same. He abruptly kicked the door open and shouted as he entered; don’t either one of you make a move! I followed as all good “back-up partners” would. There was a man and a woman. They were obviously in the throes of sex, both naked and both very startled. In as rapid a fashion as I have ever seen he approached both persons and quickly adeptly handcuffed both. He literally threw the male into an overstuffed side chair and warned him not to make a sound and then placed a red rubber ball, what looked to be a bit larger than a tennis ball into the guys mouth and then covered it with a wide strip of duct tape. The woman whom I couldn’t take my eyes off of because she was exotically beautiful then got Mr Ks full attention. He switched his handgun from one hand to the other and placed the barrel directly into her mouth. He said: Your husband has sent me here to kill both of you. If you do exactly as I say your life may be spared but I can assure you, your life will never be the same again. If you don’t cooperate in any and every way you will die here within the next hour. If you do exactly as I say, your may live. Do you understand? Her head nodded yes. She was clearly more scared than ever before in her life.
Mr K turned to me and asked if I was OK. Other than being totally shocked with the proceedings, I was fixated on the beauty of this woman almost as much as I was focused on the whimpering of her boyfriend who had to know he was in serious, serious trouble. Mr K slowly began to take off his clothes all the while telling his two new friends the following: Sweetheart, your husband has had enough of this guy and his cock in every one of your holes. I guess you should have been paying ol hubby much more attention than you have been. You see we’re here to change all that tonight. He said to the scared out of her wits but very hot woman: now just to get your attention and let you know how serious we are please pay attention to this. Mr K had taken all of his clothes off except his black silk boxers. He was extremely quick and adept as he took what looked like a medical tourniquet out of his brief case and tied it quickly at the very end of the guys now limp dick which was about 5 inches long. With as quick a move as I’ve ever seen he took a kind of cutting pliers or bolt cutters from the case and cut the guys dick right off. The screams from him were only half as loud as the ones coming from the woman, only his were from behind a ball with tape over it. He immediately turned to her and warned her to keep quiet as he threw the amputated cock right at her head. He told her he would have to retrieve it now as he promised her husband that he could have what has been in his wive’s cunt for the past 6 months. Now you better be very quiet very quickly or your fate will be worse. She quieted down immediately.
Now my friend and I are going to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before. That’s part of the price we’ve been paid to this smuck out of your life. When we’re done we’re going to take this guy you’ve been playing with somewhere where you’ll never hear from him again and you will completely forget that this night ever happened. Do you understand what I’m saying. She was so overcome with a combination of fear and emotion she couldnt do anything but motion with her head.
Mr K turned to me and said what are you waiting for? Get your clothes off and fuck this bitch. He was quite hard and had a cock that was thicker than mine but about the same length. He was in the process of un-handcuffing her and was pulling her towards the center of the bed with her head hanging over the side. He plunged his cock into her mouth with this warning: if I so much as feel you scrape your teeth on my cock I wont think twice about blowing your brains all over it! His handgun still in his hand he asked: do you understand? She nodded YES vehemently. He instructed me to get on the other side of the bed and said check that pussy and see how wet it is. I did as I was told and plied apart what was a gorgeous cunt, waxed clean and beautiful small but somewhat swollen lips. As I separated it I found it very wet so all of this hadn’t scared her as much as I had assumed. Well ! Mr K yelled. I said she’s ready ! Then fuck her and I plunged my rock hard cock into her as I felt her meet my thrust. I plowed her as good as I knew how and Mr K warned me not to even think about coming until he gave the order. Well he was a pretty convincing “order giver” so I had every intention of complying. She was gagging and trying to suck his cock the best she could but was sliming all over it. The noise of her constant gagging, spit flying and throat noises combined with the slamming of my cock over and over was intoxicating. Mr K said to me with a wink: rough work uh?
I was intent on what I was into so I just kept up fucking what was a very tight fitting pussy. Enough yelled Mr K. Move into her ass! The woman reacted immediately. No No she mumbled with his huge cock still in her mouth. He withdrew. Whats the problem bitch? No please not in the ass, I’ve never had anyone in there. I cant! Mr K quickly added……..REALLY?????????? That’s hard to believe but if its true that’s about to change but first lets see if your friend here is a ass virgin as well. If the dickless guy hadn’t been through enough the new look on his face was priceless.
Mr K rolled the woman off to the side and moved over and got the guy un-handcuffed and up off the chair. He left him with the ball in his mouth and taped and threw him on the bed. There was blood oozing from where his cock or at least the majority of it still was and Mr K threw him face down on the bed. Put your ass in the air you stupid bitch he yelled at the guy. The guy was openly crying at the point. That wasn’t hard to tell despite it all. Mr K withdrew something from his briefcase that was apparently a large tube of some type of lube. He pushed a large wad out of the tube and threw the tube to me. Put some on her ass he yelled at me, we going to twin fuck these two in the ass. He instructed the woman to position herself with her backside towards me and as close to her boyfriend as possible. This caused her to start sobbing at what laid ahead but she did as she was told. If her cunt was gorgeous her backside was even more so, beyond words. Really tight cheeks, good muscle and a preciously cute but small asshole, very pink and almost winking at me. I smeered it with the lube and put my index finger in. It was tight alright. As I withdrew my finger I heard the unmistakable groan of the guy being violated as I looked up to see Mr K’s cock disappear into the guys ass. Over and over again he plunged into the guys ass with more blood and shit spurting out. It left me somewhat stunned but Mr K almost immediately shouted: what are you waiting for? Fuck that bitches ass! I felt awkward but I thought I knew what was expected of me so I inserted my cock as gently as I could into her. I was very tight but she took it. I tried not to push all the way in but not let Mr K realize I was holding back. I leaned over her and made it look like I wanted to play with her tits which were unbelievably hot. As I tried to develop a rhythm, I whispered in her ear, I’m sorry. I’m going as easy as I can. There wasn’t the violence that was going on on the other side of the bed but for sure I was getting a really tight fuck from this woman’s ass. Mr K seemed not to be too interested in what I was doing but was really plowing this guys ass. From my perspective it had to hurt but I was more into trying to keep my attention on what I was supposed to be doing. Mr K exclaimed: Are you ready to cum yet buck? I replied sure. Don’t cum in her ! Got it? I nodded my acknowledgement. He pulled out of the guys ass, his cock covered with blood and shit and rolled the guy over towards the bottom of the bed. I didn’t wait to be told to do the same. I wanted out of this poor kids ass as soon as possible so I was off as soon as he pulled out. Mr K was wiping his cock off with a sheet or blanket so I did the same. He now rolled the woman onto her back between him and I and said I want you to cum now. Look at this hot bitch and he then pulled the guy from the bottom of the bed right up to towards her. Now we’re both going to cum on this guys face. Do it now. He was jerking on his cock pretty aggressively now and looked like he was ready where I was not, so I picked up my intent as I saw him begin to squirt stream after stream on the guys face and chest. Mr K has one load of cum. I knew I wouldn’t measure up in the least but I pumped none the same. After about 3 minutes I began to spurt and aimed it towards the dickless wonders face. After about 20 seconds this guys was covered in milky white cum. He was still sobbing wildly the duct tape covered in cum. Mr K screamed at the woman; Lick up the last cum, other than your hubby’s, you’ll ever taste. She did as she was told immediately as she was still shaking noticeably. She licked and licked a combination of tears and cum and did so like she was actually enjoying it now probably fearing what was left to come.
As she did this, Mr K got on his cell phone and mumbled something like: “OK bring it in”! I wondered myself what was going to happen next. He instructed me to get cleaned up and dressed as he re-handcuffed the guy and covered him with a sheet and took three large bungy cords out of the brief case and like big elastic bands completely wrapped the guy up. He told the woman to clean herself up but not put any clothes on. Once all the men were dressed, Mr K collected all his tools and we headed towards the garage. Once there he told us to stay in the breezeway until he called for us and instructed me to make sure neither one of these move. I heard the garage door open and voices. Mr K came back with two hulking men. They grapped the dickless guy and Mr K said to the woman, you want to kiss him good-bye? She motioned yes. He said too bad kiss him as he motioned to me. Dickless was carried off and put into the back of the van. The woman was crying softly as I held her close. While she didn’t kiss ME as instructted I whispered: sorry for your trouble. Mr K said to me lets go buck and off we went leaving the woman standing there sobbing, shaking, naked (just a hot as she was before we went in) alone as the garage door closed behind us. Like nothing ever happened, we got into the limo with Mr K getting into the front with me. He said to me; you did good Buck. Was it too much for you? I replied no! I had no idea what to expect but I hoped I lived up to your expectations afterall “service” is part of our motto right? You bet Mr K exclaimed. Drop me off at the hotel and tell your boss he has a very satisfied new account. I have at least three similar jobs lined up for the next few weeks and I don’t want any other driver but you. Do you understand? Sure do I replied. He handed me a second wad of bills and said, then I’ll see you next week !
I checked my pocket after I dropped him off and realized I had a total of $2500. Now that’s a gratuity. I can only wonder what other jobs he has on his schedule.
CHAPTER 2 to follow.

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Alistbeth.. My best friends girl.

INTRODUCTION:
My name is Kris, I’m 5’11 and black. It was my senior year in high school. I had just turned 18 and I was living life to the fullest. I was a mixed martial arts fighter, apart of my schools swim team and did very well with the ladies. I was quite popular at my school, not because of my athletic background however, because of my humor. I was so down to earth and it worked in my favor 99% of the time.
My best friend, Taylor, (White and about 5’9) was also a star athlete at our high school and he too shared the same sense of humor as I did. He had been popular among the girls but his heart was for one girl only, Alisbeth.
I hooked Taylor and Alisbeth up my Sophomore year. She was two years older than us. It’s quite funny, we both wanted her back then and she seemed to have interest in the both of us but as time went on I let Taylor have her. In a way it made us closer, me giving up a shot at one of the hottest seniors that year to my best friend. Alisbeth was short, about 5’4, and she was a light skinned hispanic. Her body was perfectly tanned from being apart of the swim team and also a cheer leader. She was a B cup, nice and perky but not too big. She had a small waist and a pretty nice ass. I couldn’t help but to look occasionally. I think the most attractive thing about her was how she wore glasses. It gave her this sex appeal that was unbearable at times.
Alisbeth and I were close, we spent hours with each other before she even met Taylor. She was one of my best friends.
CHAPTER 1
It was two weeks before graduation. I was partying and living an ideal life for a high schooler. Taylor was always by my side when he wasn’t with Alisbeth. There was a partying coming up this Saturday.
” Hey man! You going to that party this weekend?!” I asked as I approached Taylor at his locker.
” Yeah, most likely. Probably gonna bring Alisbeth with me” He answered.
” Alright, cool. I’ll see you after school” I said as I headed to class.
Me and Taylor were like a dynamic duo, a powerhouse. People wanted us to attend their parties. More so me because I was single and could have as much fun as I wanted. That Saturday I went to the gym and trained in some MMA. After 3 years of MMA training my body was muscular and lean. I was proud of it after being so over weight in middle school. After I got out of practice, I headed home to get ready for the party. Just as I was getting ready to shower, Alisbeth had called me.
” Hey Krissy poo!” She said, that was her nickname for me.
” What’s up Alis” I answered back excitingly.
” What are you doing? ”
” Getting ready for the party?” I answered
” Ok cool, so hey, Taylor is gonna be able to come tonight, I guess he got called in for work” She said sounding slightly bummed but excited as well in a sense.
” Aww, that’s cool I guess. Just me and you, just like old times” I stated reassuringly.
” You know it! I’ll pick you up in a bit” She said as we hung up the phone.
Alisbeth had her brothers car for the night and she was our designated driver. That remained the same although Taylor was no longer joining us. She picked me up at about 9 that night and we headed to the party. She was wearing a nice short little dress that showed her perky breast and perfect thighs. Her hair down and she had on a little sweater over it. She looked great. After a few hours there we were both completely drunk. I had smoked a little too. My horemoans had kicked in with the booze.
” Alis, you ready to go?” I asked as I saw her sitting on the couch just staring at the wall.
“No a few more minutes, take me to the bathroom Kris”
I took her to the bathroom and went in with her to make sure she was ok. I turned my back while she peed. After ward I took her to one of the rooms in the house and laid her on the bed. I had demanded a few people to leave the room, and because of my reputation they did it without question. I guess they assumed I was going to fuck her.
” Here lay down” I said as I lay her on the bed.
” Lay with me, I need some rest before I drive”
” Yeah ok, maybe next time you only have two beers haha” I said jokingly.
As I got on the bed, Alisbeth had curled up next to me. I started to feel warm. Not in a sexual way but as if maybe my feelings for her were resurfacing. We had fallen asleep for about ten minutes and I woke her up.
” It’s time to go, I’ll drive” I said as I got her up.
” Ok” She responded handing me the keys.
We both felt a little bit more aware after the rest but still way under the influence. It was barely 12:30am and I didn’t want to go home so I asked her if she wanted to go home.
” We can stay out longer, it’s still kinda early” She said.
I was happy, I loved being with her, especially now that I started to feel for her again.
” Hey how about we go to the mountains” I suggested.
“You sure we’ll make it? We’re pretty messed up” She said sounding unsure.
” Yes of course!”
We drove about thirty minutes until we reached a high point in the mountains. On the way up we saw severely parked cars and we would point them out and assume they were fucking. When we finally reached the top I suggested that we should smoke some of my left over weed.
” Hey you know what I love? Being up here and just being at peace” I said as I took a hit from the pipe.
” Agreed” she said.
We were up there for a while just looking at the sky.
” I miss this, us hanging out together. Like old times Alis” I said as my emotions began to poor out
” I missed you” she said rolling over to her stomach looking at me.
I grabbed her and was about to kiss her but last minute I moved my head to the side and went in for a hug.
” I think we should head down, while I still have energy.” I said.
We got into the car and before I started it I looked over at her. Her dress had rode up her thighs as she was sitting and a wave of lust hit me. I grabbed her hand.
” I miss you” I said, suggesting more than what was coming out.
” I missed you too” She said back to me almost instantly.
I leaned over the seat and hugged her but this time she kissed me. We were making out in the car and before I knew it she was on the drivers side with me on my lap. I was so turned on. Her soft lips on mine and her small body on my lap as my cock got hard.
” Taylor.. ” She said as she pulled away from me.
” He isn’t here right now” I said, almost not caring about their relationship.
“You’re his best friend! I’m his girlfriend” She said back seeming worried.
” I… I..” I didn’t know what to say. She got off of me. I was so turned on and wanted more. I climbed to the back seat and pulled her back.
” Kris.. we can’t.” She said as she was coming back with me.
” We’ve already begun.” I said convincingly. She instantly started to suck on my neck and grind on my lap. I was being dry fucked by my best friends girl. I started to pull Alisbeths dress up and slip off her panties.
” What’re you doing?” She asked although she knew.
Without answering I laid her back and began fingering her soft tight pussy. I assume her and Taylor had fucked after dating for so long but even so her pussy was so tight. I could only fit two fingers in at most. We were making out as I fingered her. Her breathe hitting my face.
“Ahhh! Kris, why are we doing this?” She asked although she began taking off my pants.
My cock was throbbing, it hung about 7 inches when hard and was thick. Alis had began to go down on me. She slid her lips down my shaft slowly and passionately.
” Oh fuck.. ” I said as the feeling overwhelmed me.
She was sucking my dick so hard that it felt like it was in a vacuum. She gagged on my dick which made me tighten up in sensation as her tongue slapped my dick. She started to blow my dick. It felt so erotic. Her warm but cool breathe blowing over my cock. The car windows were fogged up and the smell of sweat, pussy, cock and saliva filled the car.
After she blew me, she climbed up on top of me and guided my dick into her pussy. She rode it slowly and passionately as we kissed. It was as if we were making love.
” Ahh, Kris” she moaned.
” Oh my god” I would say as she would grind on my cock.
” Get on top of me and fuck me.” She demanded.
I put her on her back and laid over her. We were on the backseat so my legs were on the window as I lay on top of her.
I guided my shaft into her tight pussy. She breathed heavily on my face I did so and it got me going. I began to fuck her. Slowly at first but eventually I wanted us to both be sweating like pigs so I began to fuck her faster. As sweat ran down our bodies I could hear her soft moans.
” Mmm!” ” Mm yeah” she said as I pounded away. It was sexy to me, that although I was fucking her so hard she moaned softly.
” I want to put it in your ass” I told her.
” Kris.. I’ve never done that.”
I turned her over and began putting my thumb and fingers in her ass. Fingering and stretching her out
” Oh my god” She said out load as she was coping with the pain.
I slid my cock down slowly into her ass hole but once it was in, I was pumping away. In and out at a medium pace out of care for her. I didn’t want to hurt her.
” Ahh! It feels so good” She said. Soon the pain turned into sensation. She felt so dirty letting her boyfriends best friend fuck her ass hole.
” Tell me why you chose him” I ordered Alis, referring to Taylor as I pumped her tight ass hole.
” I.. don’t know. I wanted you more” She got out as she moaned.
” You want me more now?” I said as I rammed her ass hole.
” Yes!!” she screamed out.
” I.. I love you Kris!” She exclaimed as she was getting pounded.
My hormones mixed with immense feelings for her led to my climax. I came into her ass shooting load after load oozing into her body. I held her tight as I groaned.
” What’d you say?” I asked her as I turned her over. Before giving her the chance to answer I slid my dick into her pussy again.
” Ahh!” she let out as she felt me into her pussy.
” What’d you say?” I asked again as I started to pump in her pussy.
” Ahh!’ She moaned. Hearing her moan was so incredible, she was orgasming too. Her pussy squeezed tight around my cock. I came again. This time harder. Grabbing her waist and squeezing as I shot my sperm into her pussy.
As I pulled my dick out and lay there on top of her for a few minutes. Feeling so accomplished and good. My dick throbbing but sensitive. Slightly in pain from cumming so hard.
” I love you Kris” Alis said to me after we laid there for a few minutes.
” I love you too Alis.” I said back to her. Feeling so in love again. I knew it was pointless though, she was Taylors and I couldn’t just take her. I felt guilty. I had just fucked my best friends girlfriend in the backseat of a car , and also came in her ass hole and pussy. So much cum that it was dripping out onto the seats. At the same time, I was thinking.. when can I fuck her again?
TO BE CONTINUED.

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