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Wet melodies – A bad craving

Hello again, I decided to try a different point of view, hopefully it’ll be different from what I’ve written and add a new zest that you’ll like~
*note: I do not condone forced sex in any manner, it’s just used as a fantasy here that should stay that way*
With that, enjoy!

Sex Club 1 – Initiation

I first noticed when I got the first hairs at the base of my cock around 10. By 13 I had pit hair, leg hair, and now at 14, I started getting facial hair. My mom only just this summer noticed, I guess because of the start of my mustache, and immediately took me to a doctor. I’m fine but extremely early for 15, so I might not get much taller than 5’9 but damn do I have great muscle definition. And I’d bet the biggest dick in my grade.

Don The Degenerate Doorman: 9D The Dominant Divorcee

Don The Degenerate Doorman: 9D The Dominant Divorcee
By rutger5 (An original story – Copyright 2013)
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Intro: No character development, plot, or anything like that in this story (this series really). Just a dirty sex story. So if that’s what you’re looking for you came to the right place. Enjoy!
“Is that all the packages for today Brian?” I asked the Fed-Ex delivery man as I signed electronically for the single next day package that sat on the front desk.
“Well that’s all I have for you Don. Maybe Ground will have something for the building, I’m not sure.”
“He was already here, same thing with UPS. I am so sick of those guys in their brown shorts thinking they’re God’s gift to women. Makes it harder for those of us who really are, yet we have to wear grown up pants for our job.”
“Uh okay Don, see you tomorrow,” he said shaking his head at my comments as he departed.
Just because he didn’t notice it meant nothing. I knew I was right about this but there was no sense in getting upset. It was true that they got fawning newspaper articles written about them by women reporters every year when the weather would become warmer while the only time doormen were mentioned in the press was when we might go on strike, but so what? In our quiet way we provided a greater service to the females of Manhattan, some of us quite frequently and enjoyably.
Well there was no reason to dwell on any of that I decided, especially with it being so close to lunch. One more task and then I’d have a glorious hour of freedom awaiting me. Checking the tenant registry I located the phone number of the apartment I sought and a minute later I was listening to the sound of ringing over my headset. It was on the fifth ring and I was wondering if anyone was home when it was answered.
“Hello,” came a woman’s voice and she sounded out of breath to me.
“Yes hello, this is Don in the lobby. Is this Ms. Tyler?”
“Yes it is. Good morning or should I say good afternoon Don.”
“Well it just turned noon so either way is fine ma’am.”
“What can I do for you today Don?”
“I just wanted to let you know a package has arrived for you. Its express delivery so I thought it might be important and wanted to let you know right away.”
“Thank you so much Don, I’ve been anxiously waiting for it. Is there any way you can bring it up? Normally I would send Blanca down but she’s tied up with something right now.”
Groaning inwardly I looked at my watch realizing this favor would cut into my lunch break but I resigned myself to it before answering her.
“Certainly Ms. Tyler, I’ll bring it straight up.”
“Thanks so much Don, you are a life saver. And I assure you that you’ll be well rewarded for your help.”
“No need ma’am, just doing my job.”
I informed Jose I was bringing the package upstairs then taking lunch so he could watch the desk in the interim. On the ride up to the 9th floor I recalled what Ms. Tyler had said and felt bad that Blanca had been unable to collect the box. Not only would it have saved me the trip upstairs but it was always a visual treat to see Ms. Tyler’s live in latina maid. She had worked for the rich divorcee for a little over a year by this time and she was muy caliente.
Long black hair cascaded down past her shoulders and framed her pretty face and she had the biggest doe-like brown eyes I’d ever seen. Her name was very apt for unlike many with her heritage her skin was as pale and white as the summer moon. Blanca did have the stereotypical Hispanic figure however, with a big, round ass and small, though not tiny, breasts. In short she was a living wet dream and she never failed to arouse me whenever I saw her pass through the lobby while running some errand.
Well I had no doubt I’d see her soon so there was no sense crying about it I thought as I rang the doorbell to the apartment. When a minute passed with no answer I pressed the button again when a voice came over the intercom mounted next to the door.
“Don, is that you?”
“Yes it is Ms. Tyler.”
“The door is unlocked so would you mind letting yourself in?”
“Not at all, I’ll see you in a minute,” I replied after which I opened the apartment door and stepped inside.
Classical music was what I first heard as I entered the foyer, it was Vivaldi’s Four Seasons that I believe was playing but as I closed the door behind me I heard another faint sound that I couldn’t place coming from deeper inside the apartment.
“Ms. Tyler?” I called out.
“Yes Don, we’re in the living room so can you join us here please?”
“Certainly,” I replied as I followed the sound of her voice.
The living room was large and I could only see a small part of it from my initial vantage point in the foyer. When I first entered the room I didn’t see anyone when I again heard the unknown noise prompting me to turn to the direction it came from. That section of the room was dominated by a full grand piano in front of a row of windows but it wasn’t the sight of the impressive musical instrument that caused my jaw to drop. Rather it was what was on the piano bench that had this profound effect on me.
There around ten feet away from where I stood was the maid Blanca and she was tied securely to the wooden bench and almost nude. She was on her stomach with each wrist and ankle fastened to an individual bench leg and the only piece of clothing she appeared to have on was a bright red thong with a thin strip of fabric separating and drawing attention to her firm, plump buttocks.
If that sight wasn’t enough to simultaneously shock and arouse me there was also the fact that Blanca had a number of red welts marring her fair skin from her upper back down to her ass and even some on the back of her upper legs. Even more surprising to me was who had given her those for standing next to the servant was Ms. Tyler and a cruel looking whip was in her patrician hand.
Many times I’d seen her picture in the society section of the newspaper when she attended some opening night gala or charity event dressed in the latest haute couture but I’d never before seen her like this. She had on a cinched black leather corset with matching gloves along with black bikini panties, stockings and high heel stiletto boots. Her dyed blond hair was in a severe bun and her narrow lips were painted a bright shade of crimson.
“Is that my package Don?” she asked me as I stood with my mouth agape at the scene before me. “Can you bring it here please?”
Even after she asked I remained motionless for another twenty seconds before I was able to shake free of the inertia that had taken hold of me and approach her. With a sweet smile she took the package from me before placing it on the striped back of her maid.
“Now you understand why Blanca was unable to fetch the package though I’m sure she is quite interested in what’s inside.”
“Sure and I see you weren’t kidding when you said she was all tied up before.”
Ms. Tyler gave a throaty laugh to my statement before replying to me.
“Yes, I find it necessary as well as enjoyable to discipline her on a regular basis to keep her in line and this package contains something to help with the job. Do you think you could get me my letter opener from the occasional table?”
“How about this instead?” I asked her while producing my pocket tool with a small serrated knife blade.
“Why that will work fine Don, thank you,” she said taking it from me.
Ms. Tyler bent down and using Blanca’s back like a table she deftly cut open the package. While she did my eyes darted between her smaller toned ass and Blanca’s rounder, fuller one when I noticed a wet spot in the gusset of Ms. Tyler’s panties.
“Are you enjoying the view Don?” I heard her ask and when I looked at her head I saw she was staring at me with a wicked smile on her handsome face.
“Yes I am Ms. Tyler,” I replied.
“Good, I’m glad Don and since we’re all adults if you prefer you may call me Diana here in private. Would you like to see what was in the package?” she asked but instead of waiting for my reply she lifted the item from the just opened box.
There in her gloved hand Diana Tyler held a leather riding crop which she then swung in the air a few times to test it. The crop made a whistling sound as she did and it was plain that the divorcee was no stranger to such implements and handled them expertly.
“Blanca, look what I have for you,” the woman said and after she did the bound maid managed to twist her head to look back at her employer.
When she turned I noticed a few things right off the bat. The first was that in Blanca’s mouth was a red ball gag securely fastened with a leather strap to prevent her from speaking. I also noticed her cheeks were streaked with tears from crying, from being disciplined no doubt. But what really struck me was how when her eyes gazed at Diana they revealed undisguised adoration of her employer who’d just been chastising her.
“Here you go Don and thanks again,” Diana said as she returned my pocket tool to me. “Would you be interested in watching me try out the newest item in my collection on Blanca?”
“Honestly I find the whole idea intriguing Diana, so by all means go ahead.”
“Hmmm, I knew I hadn’t misjudged you Don, you‘re my kind of man. Since she’s already received her normal allotment for today I’ll be going easy on her but it still should prove entertaining. There’s also the matter of your tip to consider. I could get something for you from my purse but I have what I believe to be a better way to reward you,” she told me after which her gloved hand reached down and rubbed the prominent bulge in my pants.
“If you mean what I think you do…”
“Oh I most certainly do Don. Why don’t you get undressed while watching me put Blanca through her paces. Then for a start I want to suck what you’re hiding in your trousers and we’ll go from there.”
“Sounds like a plan, a very good one,” I told her as my fingers began to loosen my tie.
Diana first put down the whip she’d originally held onto the piano before positioning her body right behind the rear of Blanca and raising the riding crop. She licked her lips sensuously and a second later her toned arm descended in a smooth motion. As I watched eagerly the crop left a thin red line on the white skin of Blanca’s right buttock as it kissed her soft skin there.
It must have been a stinging blow for the maid’s body flinched so powerfully that the bench she was on rolled slightly and I heard a muffled groan come from behind the gag. Without pausing the socialite divorcee raised her arm and delivered another blow, this time to Blanca’s left cheek and left a similar mark.
The maid’s taut hamstrings were the next body parts to receive the sweet kiss of the crop from her mistress and after Diana had left her mark there it was Blanca’s back that next bore the brunt. During this I had undressed and was now standing stark naked as I watched the young woman being disciplined. My excitement was great and was reflected not only in my hard cock jutting straight out from my body but also in my sweaty palms and my mouth being as dry as an Englishman’s wit.
Turning my way her smile grew wider as Diana’s eyes focused on my straining cock and a moment later she stood beside me. She playfully prodded my erection with the tip of the crop as her hazel eyes met mine causing me to groan as my hard flesh bobbed about. Her gloved finger then pressed to my lips before trailing down my body until it too reached my erection at which time her hand encircled it.
“Come,” was all she said as she led me to stand in front of the bound Blanca.
She crouched down before me and moved the bench cushion which was on the floor to near my feet and knelt there. During this time her hand had kept a firm grip on my erection and as soon as she was kneeling Diana licked my hard cock. From right above the base and continuing all the way up to my swollen crown her agile tongue traced a winding path before working its way down the other side.
Her eyes then met mine at which time she parted her lips and engulfed my head in her warm, wet mouth. My groan came from deep inside me and encouraged her as she swallowed more of my hard flesh until it reached the back of her mouth. Unlike some women she was undeterred by this and to my utter delight kept going forward, taking every inch. It was only after her lips met my body and my balls grazed her chin that she stopped.
She held that position for twenty to thirty seconds before she had to pull back, letting my cock slide out of her throat with a little gurgling sound. Her mouth released my hard flesh but as soon as she did Diana began to feverishly kiss the side of my erection, bestowing kisses up and down my full length until I wanted to scream from pleasure. Finally she moved her mouth off me but she kept one gloved hand around me. Her other hand reached out and first unfastened then removed the ball gag from Blanca’s mouth and placed it on the maid’s striped back.
“Blanca, I have a job for you,” Diana told her.
“Yes mistress?” the younger woman replied, though with her adorable accent it sounded more like mees-tress.
“I want you to open your mouth wide and suck Don’s big cock for me. Do you understand Blanca?”
The bound maid shook her head from side to side and looked at Diana with a pleading expression on her pretty face.
“Please, no. Don’t make me do this…”
“Blanca! Are you refusing my request?” Diana replied in an angry sounding voice.
“I not refuse but you know…”
“Enough. Either you do as you’re told or I’ll tan your hide so bad you won’t be able to sit for a week. Do I make myself clear?”
“Yes mistress,” Blanca replied though she looked like she might burst into tears at any moment.
“You know Blanca, there are a lot of girls out there who would love to have your job. We don’t want anything to happen to make that necessary, do we?”
On hearing that Blanca appeared to be thrown into a panic though due to her bound state her options were somewhat limited. Still she violently managed to shake her head while saying “No, no, no!” at the very suggestion her mistress might discard her.
Having made her point Diana then stroked the maid’s hair like one would do with a pet while speaking much more softly to her.
“I don’t want that to happen either Blanca but it’s really up to you. All you have to do is obey me and do what I say with no arguments or protests. Now are you ready to suck Don’s cock?”
Blanca’s head moved up and down like a bobblehead doll while her pretty lips frantically mouthed the word yes over and over.
“Good girl. Do a good job and I’ll reward you later. And be careful with your teeth. Don has a very nice cock and I’d hate to see it get scraped by them.”
She patted Blanca’s head again before turning and looking up at me.
“Use her sweet mouth for your pleasure Don but understand you’re the first man she’s ever been with so she may be hesitant. It’ll be up to you to guide her, with my expert assistance of course.”
“Interesting. You say she’s never been with a man before?”
“Correct. Blanca was a sweet, innocent, church going naïf from a small town in Colombia when I sponsored her to come to America. Since then I’ve been doing my best to corrupt her and I’ve made steady progress so far. But who could blame me? Her body is built for sin, not saying prayers.”
“I must agree Diana. She does belong on her knees, but for more carnal purposes,” I said as my eyes feasted on her alluring flesh.
“Can you believe she was educated by nuns in a religious school? And she actually considered becoming one herself. Fortunately her family was poor so it became necessary for her to find work to help out with money. Now every month she sends most of her generous salary back to Colombia. But enough about that, lets get her sucking your impressive tool. Open your mouth Blanca.”
During our conversation Diana’s gloved hand had continued to stroke my rampant erection and as soon as her maid parted her lips Diana guided my cock there. It felt like paradise when I first slid between them and knowing my cock was her first gave me a perverse kind of thrill. To start with I only put my head and just below it in her wet orifice to let her adjust to me. Diana however had a different plan and she took hold of Blanca’s long raven hair and pulled it, causing her to take me deeper.
“Use your tongue on the bottom of his cock Blanca, lick it good,” she ordered the maid.
Blanca seemed determined to follow her mistress’ word to the letter and no sooner had Diana said that then I felt the maid’s tongue wriggling against the sensitive underside of my cock. I began to rock my hips slightly, doing just enough to move my cock deeper into her mouth before retreating.
“That’s it Don, feed her some hard meat. Here, take her hair,” she told me as she stood and brought Blanca’s hair towards my hand.
My fingers wrapped around the maid’s jet black hair and I tugged on it as I kept up the mini thrusts.
“Hmmm, I think you’re being too gentle with her Don. She may be a novice when it comes to fellatio but she can be a workhorse I’ve discovered. Now since its afternoon I’m going to make myself a cocktail. Would you like one?”
“Normally I don’t drink on the job but since I’m technically on my lunch break I don’t see why I can’t have one. What are you drinking?”
“I’m in the mood for a stiff vodka martini to go along with your stiff cock. And you?”
“The same,” I replied.
Diana sauntered across the room, her hips swaying provocatively with each brazen step. Taking her advice to heart my free hand seized Blanca by the back of her head and with one hand there and my right hand still holding her lustrous hair tightly I increased the speed of my thrusts. I also began going deeper, now reaching the back of her mouth with each thrust. By the time Diana returned with a martini glass in each hand Blanca was making gasping sounds from the rough mouth fucking she was receiving and there was a small pool of saliva forming beneath on the polished wood floor. Diana first kissed me before handing me a glass which forced me to release Blanca’s hair to take it.
“Oh, I love the sound a cock makes when it makes a girl gag,” she told me with a gleam in her eye.
“Well I admit I love the way it feels.”
“I’m sure,” she said with a laugh before taking a sip, “now open your mouth darling. I have a special treat for you.”
When I did Diana slipped a pill between my lips and smiled wickedly.
“What was that?” I asked while holding it in my mouth.
“Oh just a little concoction that a pharmacist friend prepares specially for me. I’m not sure of the exact formula but suffice it to say it’s like fast acting Viagra on steroids. Believe me you’ll love what it does for you, Don. Now be a good boy and swallow it down.”
I had to slow down in order to drink without spilling the liquid and as I did Diana placed her glass on a coaster on top of the piano. As soon as she had done this she moved the pillow on the floor right behind me and promptly sat there. While I drank she worked her upper body between my wide spaced legs and then with no warning Diana managed to suck one of my balls into her mouth.
“Oh fuck,” I groaned with pleasure as Diana suckled on my nut while Blanca continued licking my shaft.
After a minute of this sweet torture Diana pulled her lips from me though she remained where she was. With my drink now half gone I resumed thrusting into Blanca’s mouth when I felt something thin and hard across the back of my ball sac. Before I could look down I felt it drawn around the front as well and then pulled tight. When I turned my gaze down I saw a grinning Diana had used a thin, black, plastic zip tie to snugly wrap around my low hanging balls.
“Is that too tight Don?”
“What are you doing!?”
“Oh come on, an experienced man of the world like you not knowing about such things I find hard to believe. Personally I find these to be more effective than the standard cock strap,” she replied as she drew it another notch tighter, “and when you cum you’ll thank me.”
“Well be careful! That’s very important equipment you’re handling.”
“Oh don’t worry Don. I always treat jewels with the proper respect,” she said as she removed another zip tie from her leather corset encased cleavage.
This one she wound around the base of both my cock and balls and tightened it, further imprisoning my genitals. Once she had done this Diana resumed sucking on my balls and right away I could feel the difference. It was like the nerve endings in my balls had become much more sensitive from her actions. The feeling was intensified when Diana actually lowered her head a couple of inches pulling my captive balls down with her. When she opened her mouth and released me they rose back up to their normal location where her hand took hold of them and squeezed gently causing the pleasurable signal to travel straight from there to my brain.
“Blanca I want you to bob your head on Don’s cock; and you,” she told me, “need to stand still. I think its time to watch you cum. Just let me know before you do.”
Right after saying that she again sucked one of my balls into her mouth while Blanca managed to bob her head and swallow the top half of my cock inside despite her body being bound to the bench. I just chilled as the two women did their best to push me past my breaking point and the way they were going it didn’t take much longer.
“Oh damn Diana! I can’t take any more,” I cried out as I felt the familiar feeling of impending orgasm wash over me like a tsunami.
Quick as can be Diana released my nut from her mouth as her gloved hand wrapped around my thick shaft.
“Blanca, let his cock go,” she ordered her maid who wasted no time in releasing my swollen head from her hot mouth.
Diana then stroked my cock rapidly and concentrated her effort on my head and just below, easily my most sensitive location. Since I was already about to cum nothing more was needed to bring this about. A loud grunt escaped my mouth as the first shot sailed over Blanca’s head to land on her lower back. More spurts followed as the divorcee’s hand continued jerking my hard flesh with some landing in Blanca’s hair or on her back and a couple missing her altogether to end up on the floor.
The sensation of my balls shooting while confined by the plastic ties felt almost surreal in its intensity and after no more came I was in for another treat. Diana brought my now overly sensitive cock near Blanca’s mouth at which time the Colombian cutie started to lick it. Before my mind had a chance to process this it was amplified when Diana then began to run her tongue along my cock as well.
It blew my mind to watch the two of them licking me at the same time and when their tongues met for a few seconds they entwined like serpents before both going their separate ways again, further stoking the inferno of my lust. The pill she’d given me must have already kicked in for not only didn’t I lose my erection but unless I was mistaken my cock felt and appeared thicker than before and as full of blood as I’d ever experienced in my life.
Still all good things come to an end and this was no exception. After another minute of licking, Diana stopped though at first Blanca continued her effort. Diana got to her feet and slapped my ass sharply before walking toward the couch located around fifteen feet away. On the end table next to it was a finely carved wooden box which she opened and began to search through.
“Don, would you mind rolling Blanca over this way?” she asked as she looked up a moment before continuing to rummage in the box.
Pulling my cock free of Blanca I rolled the bench in the direction of the couch. Once I had Diana smiled at me and pointed to the couch before simply saying “Sit.”
As I settled comfortably on the plush piece of furniture Diana removed an item from the wooden box and stepped behind Blanca. It appeared to be a slim vibrator constructed of pink plastic and as I watched Diana brought it to her mouth and started sucking on it. At the same time she leaned down and taking hold of Blanca’s thong she yanked it down past her full ass and left it at mid thigh.
Removing the vibrator from her mouth Diana then slid it into Blanca’s pussy causing the maid to moan. She must have turned it on right after that for a second later I heard the muffled buzz coming from the South American’s nether region which prompted a louder moan from the captive maid. Her employer fiddled with it for another few seconds as she adjusted the setting until she seemed satisfied it was at the desired speed.
After delivering a few rapid spanks to Blanca’s ass Diana moved directly in front of me. Her fingers hooked the waistband of her panties and as I watched with bated breath she rolled them down past her hips. Then bending to finish the job Diana pushed them down to her ankles before stepping free of them. She didn’t leave them there but instead wadded them into a ball and turning sideways jammed them into Blanca’s open mouth.
“Here you go for now, my little chica, just to give you a taste. In a little while I’ll let you have the real thing but first I’m going to get filled by Don’s fat cock and ride him. That should make me nice and juicy for your little, pink tongue.”
While she spoke my eyes were ogling her assets and unsurprisingly Diana’s muff was as bare as a little girl’s. Full bikini waxes are quite common in the privileged circles she travels in as many of these women prefer to be hair free in order to wear the revealing designer dresses and swimsuits they favor.
Be that as it may I didn’t get much time to look for as soon as Diana had attended to Blanca she knelt on the couch and straddled me. My rigid member throbbed with anticipation which didn’t last long, for once she was in place Diana reached down and grasped me. She guided me to her wet opening and as soon as the tip of my cock nestled between her lips she impaled herself.
“Ooh,” she exclaimed as my girth stretched her hairless pussy wide but despite her kitty being wet as a drowned kitten her descent stalled after initially swallowing the top half of my member.
Diana was too experienced a lover to let this setback slow her down any. She placed her hands on my broad shoulders to gain leverage at which time she raised her body up until only my swollen head remained inside her. While like that Diana rotated her hips for a minute before she reversed direction and plunged down, this time managing to take me deeper though not all the way yet.
My hands grabbed her narrow hips and pulled her down as I thrust upward burying my cock in her to the root. Holding her in place I pumped as fast as I could and with each thrust my bound balls hit her ass cheeks with a slapping sound. After a minute of this Diana moved her hands from my shoulders and using the thumb and forefinger of each she pinched my nipples painfully until I stopped moving and glared up at her.
“Sorry Don, I was just trying to get your attention,” she told me with a smirk on her face. “Would you mind letting me set the pace for now. Maybe later you can but I like to be in control, in case you hadn’t noticed.”
My only answer was a shrug of my shoulders but apparently satisfied she’d made her point Diana resumed her movement. She now moved at a rapid pace and once she built up a (rock) steady rhythm she leaned down so her lips could meet mine. We kissed passionately as she continued to ride me fast and hard and before long my upper thighs were wet from her leaking juices. She broke our kiss which allowed her to straighten her torso and again she rested her hands on my shoulders.
“Unfasten the top two buttons on my corset Don,” she commanded in an imperious tone that brooked no dissent.
I certainly had no problem with that for it dovetailed with my desire anyway. Since first seeing her in this corset with the top half of her bosom spilling out I’d wanted to free them and now she was giving me the chance to do so. My fingers reached up and undid one button followed by the second which was enabled me to pull the leather down enough to free her full breasts.
They were round and plump with mouth watering pink nipples perched on equally pink areolas and I wasted little time in leaning forward and flicking one with my tongue. She gasped and when my hand palmed her other breast it became a moan of pleasure.
“Ooh Don! I like! Don’t stop!” she implored not that I had any intention of doing so.
Instead I began sucking on her hard nipple while my tongue continued to lick it and she must have really enjoyed this as one of her hands left my shoulder and ran through my hair. She didn’t let this slow her any and continued to ride me hard and in fact if anything she was moving faster. During this I lost track of time and had no idea how long we’d been in this position when she began to moan louder and more often as she got close.
“Oh fuck Don,” she cried out, “don’t stop! Keep sucking me baby! Yes, yes, yes!”
With a final cry her body collapsed on mine as she achieved sexual nirvana. My mouth then left her breast to find her neck where I began to nibble until that proved too much for her sensitive nerves to take.
“Nooo, stop,” she demanded as she forced her body upright again.
Using my shoulder for support she managed to stand on shaky legs while wearing a smile a mile wide. This of course caused my still erect cock to slip from her well fucked channel. After being inside her hot, wet pussy the skin on my cock now felt cool from the room temperature but I didn’t have long to think about it.
“Oh Don, look how wet your cock is from my juices. Let’s have Blanca clean that up for you,” she said as she bent and removed her panties from the maid’s mouth.
Diana then grabbed her maid by the hair and planted her lips on Blanca’s and passionately kissed her. When she pulled back she indicated for me to feed her my cock. I rose and got in front of the young woman and a second later she began licking off her mistress’ juices. Diana wasn’t content just watching and instead moved behind Blanca and taking hold of the inserted vibrator she started to slide it in and out of her bound servant.
This had an immediate effect on Blanca who was no longer able to continue licking my cock as her mistress forced her body to orgasm. So I watched with interest as her pale face reddened and her muscles trembled like a leaf in a breeze as climax overwhelmed her. My hand reached down and worked between the bench and Blanca until my hand found her breast. It felt to be around the size of a large orange as I squeezed it, further sending Blanca’s senses reeling.
“Dios mio!” she cried out when I managed to pinch her nipple as her head shook from side to side in her passion.
Diana continued to fuck Blanca with the vibrator as the maid came down a bit from her orgasm which permitted her to resume licking my cock.
“Hmmm, are you enjoying the taste of me on Don’s cock Blanca?” Diana asked her.
“Yes mistress, I love the way you taste. You know that.”
“Soon you’ll be tasting the real thing Blanca, would you like that?”
The maid nodded her head in assent to the question, her eyes filled with hope.
“What do you say Don, has she done a good job cleaning you? Should I reward her, do you think?”
“She’s done an adequate job under the circumstances. It can’t be easy to concentrate while being fucked at the same time.”
“You hear that Blanca? Now be sure to thank Don properly and I don’t mean with words. Fuck her mouth now Don and get your cock nice and wet. And when you’re ready here’s a nice tight hole to fill.”
“Are you saying…” I began as I drove my cock deep into Blanca’s mouth when Diana interrupted me.
“Yes I am. As soon as you’re ready we can switch places. You’ll be the first man to experience her tight little pussy. She’s no longer a virgin, I popped her cherry myself but still it should be something special.”
“Sweet,” I said, “though I’m jealous of you. That must have been very enjoyable.”
“Oh it was, for both of us. I was her first so she’ll never forget me I’m sure. Are you almost ready?”
“Hell yeah!” I replied pulling my cock from her mouth, a string of her saliva hanging from it. “Let’s get this show on the road.”
“That’s what I like to hear,” Diana said as she pulled the humming vibrator out of Blanca then went and sat on the couch’s edge, “now roll the bench a little closer so she can lick me at the same time.”
I pushed the bench so Blanca’s head was right between her mistress’ thighs before then crouching behind the maid.
“Blanca, I’ve given Don permission to fuck you. While he does that you are going to continue to eat my pussy; do you understand?”
“Yes mistress.”
“Don, you may begin whenever you’re ready.”
Before I did I first pushed Blanca’s face into Diana’s wet pussy and only after hearing her begin eating it did I take hold of my cock and bring it between the maid’s legs. For one torturous minute I rubbed it on the outside of her vulva to tease her until my lust got the best of me. Unable to wait longer I guided the head of my cock between her inner lips and to her opening. The vibrator had already loosened her up so it wasn’t difficult to work my head inside and due to her pussy being so wet I easily sank most of my hard length in one powerful thrust.
Her muffled moan in response was music to my ears while her tight vagina gripping me felt like a velvet glove on my engorged cock. Then I put my hands onto her ample backside to support myself and as soon as I had I jammed the last couple of inches inside her. My hips then pulled back until only my mushroom shaped head remained before I again buried my erection in her.
This time I rotated my hips while balls deep, prompting Blanca’s groans to become louder as I stretched her tiny pussy out. After loosening her a bit I started to pound her with long smooth strokes, sinking up to my bound balls with every thrust. My fingers dug into her ass while I fucked her, squeezing and kneading the flesh of her sizable ass.
“So how is she? Nice and tight?” Diana asked as her fingers tugged on Blanca’s hair to encourage her oral efforts.
“Oh hell yeah! Her muscles are squeezing me like a boa constrictor.”
“What a delightful, as well as an apt comparison Don.”
“Huh?” was all I managed as I continued to fill Blanca each time I drove my hips forward.
“Sorry,” she answered with a grin, “I guess your brain doesn’t have enough blood left to think with it all being in your big, hard cock right now. I only meant both Blanca and boa constrictors are native to South America.”
“Oh yeah, I knew that.”
“I’m so sure,” she replied sarcastically. “Blanca, don’t slow down! If doing two people is too much for you I’ll have to tell Don to stop what he’s doing. Do you want that?”
The maid’s head went side to side as way of an answer while she kept licking her demanding mistress. I guess her renewed effort convinced Diana to hold off on her threat for the moment at least, a decision I certainly welcomed. There was no way I wanted to stop screwing sweet, innocent (comparatively speaking, I mean) Blanca, not the way her little pussy felt on my hard flesh.
The toughest part for me was deciding where to look. I couldn’t stay focused on one thing with so many competing for my visual attention. It was great watching my wide cock slide in and out of her clinging lips but the sight of Blanca’s head buried between her mistress’ thighs was equally arousing. That doesn’t cover how entertaining it was to watch the changing expressions on Diana’s face as her maid’s tongue drove her insane with lust or just my delight in taking in the beauty of Blanca’s back with all the whip marks her mistress had given her. Plus once or twice I found myself appreciating the stylish décor and subdued elegance of Diana’s apartment though not to the same degree as the rest.
Suddenly my undivided attention was drawn to Diana as her moans became louder and she began to thrash her head about while pulling Blanca by the hair nearer to her bare pelvis.
“Faster darling,” she ordered the maid, “I’m so close. Use that wonderful tongue of yours. Oh yes, that’s it! Yes! I’m cumming!”
Diana let out a wail as now both her hands held Blanca to her wet sex, her eyes tightly closed from the intensity of her climax. During this I had stopped moving, transfixed by the spectacle before me. There was something so fierce and elemental about what I’d witnessed that for that brief period of time it made me forget about my own pleasure and how my cock was deep in Blanca and instead just marvel at what I was watching. The moment passed as Diana opened her eyes and released her maid’s hair and I found myself resuming my thrusts as the spell faded.
“Wait Don,” she said to me as she sat up, “it’s my turn for your cock again. Just let me thank Blanca first.”
The divorcee slid off the couch to a crouching position whereupon she took the maid by her face with both hands and passionately kissed her. Blanca mewed like a kitten as her mistress showed her appreciation and if she could’ve purred I had no doubt that she would have done so. All I know is when Diana’s lips met hers she contracted on my rigid rod something incredible and she relaxed when her mistress stood.
“Don would you do me a favor and release Blanca from the bench? She will need to be mobile for what I have planned next.”
“No problem,” I replied as I reluctantly withdrew my weapon from Blanca.
She let out a disappointed whimper as my cock slid from her and it was plain to me that she had enjoyed her first time with the real thing. Not doubting that Diana had rocked her world with her toys but there was a difference between my hard, hot flesh and imitation phalluses. The restraints were fabric strips with Velcro attached that held Blanca captive and I unfastened them one at a time until she was free.
Blanca pushed her body up so that she was sitting astride the bench, a leg on each side, at which time she began to rub her wrist. No sooner had she repeated the process with the other than Diana took hold of one of her arms and fastened one half of a set of leather restraints on her just freed wrist. Next she pulled both her arms behind her back and fastened the second in place, effectively restraining the maid again though less restrictively this time.
“On your knees Blanca,” she barked at the maid who wasted no time in kneeling next to the couch.
Diana stretched her body out on the couch then beckoned me forward. As I approached her I couldn’t help but to sneak a peak at Blanca now that she was no longer bound to the bench. Her pert breasts sat high on her chest and seemed to be begging for attention, what with their pink, hard nipples protruding proudly. My eyes then followed her curvy contours downward until reaching her mons of Venus where I noticed that unlike her mistress she had a full bush, though it was groomed neatly and clipped short.
“One knee on the couch and your other foot on the floor,” Diana directed me as she settled herself comfortably in place with one leg resting on the high back section of the couch and the other suspended in mid air.
As soon as I was in place where she wanted me, Diana reached down and took hold of my straining erection. She brought it to her hole at which point I pushed it back into her sopping pussy marveling at how she was even wetter than earlier.
“Grab hold of my leg Don and then give it to me hard,” she instructed me as her hand first let go of my cock and a second later I felt it close on my imprisoned testicles. “Do a good job now or I’ll let you know it,” she said as she squeezed my lemons.
“You are so bad,” I told her while I hooked her leg with my left arm.
“And you love it, don’t you Don?”
“I have to admit that I do and I’ve never met anyone quite like you before Diana.”
“That’s because there’s no one else like me, I’m unique!”
“Good thing too. I doubt New York could handle more than one of you.”
“How nice of you to say but let’s get a move on Don and start fucking me. I don’t want to break your balls but you know I will if you don’t get moving,” she said as she applied a little more pressure to my nuts.
That got me going, that and the fact I really wanted to cum again. It had been a while since I blew my first load and I’d fucked both women since then as well as filling Blanca’s sweet mouth with my cock. On top of that the pill Diana had given me made my cock almost painfully hard as well as extra sensitive. There was also the fact that Diana still held my captive balls in her gloved hand and was constantly stimulating them.
While I pounded her, Diana grabbed Blanca by her hair with her free hand and pulled the maid toward her breasts. No further direction was given or needed as she started sucking on her mistress’ nipple once she was close enough. While she sucked I continued pumping my hips rapidly and it became clear that between the two of us we were rocking Diana’s world.
“Ooh that’s nice Blanca, it feels sooo good. But I want you to lick my clit now because I’m getting close. Be a good little chica for me.”
The maid pulled her mouth off Diana and crawled a little further down so her mouth could reach the pussy of her mistress. It was quite a treat watching Blanca’s tongue licking the erect clit of Diana and when she sucked it between her lips the mature divorcee lost it. My driving shaft was inundated with her pussy juices as she released a gushing wave of the fluid as she came all over.
Luckily for me she didn’t crush my balls as orgasm overwhelmed her though her hand did tighten its grip somewhat on them. During her climax I kept sliding my cock deep in her with short, powerful thrusts that shook her body from the force of my movement. Blanca had also continued licking and sucking Diana’s clit during the orgasm until the older woman yanked her head back by the hair.
“Sorry Blanca, I can’t take anymore, my clit is too sensitive right now,” she told her as way of explanation when the maid looked questioningly at her mistress. “But don’t go anywhere. Unless I’m mistaken it won’t be long before Don’s cock shoots another load of his tasty cum and I want you to catch it in your mouth. Well Don, how much longer do you think?”
“Not long,” I grunted as I sank deep, “not long at all.”
My speed increased as I gave it my all while my eyes shifted between Diana and Blanca. They were both hot yet so different in looks. It was when Blanca smiled up at me as she knelt obediently on the floor that was the final straw though I can’t discount how nice Diana’s wet, shaved pussy felt on my driving cock.
“Fuck, I’m cumming!” I managed to exclaim as I pulled my member from her sticky snatch.
My hand went right below the head and squeezed tight giving me just enough time to reach Blanca’s open and waiting mouth. No sooner had the head of my cock passed between her parted lips then it exploded – firing a thick rope of cum deep in her mouth which was followed by many smaller spurts.
“Blanca, don’t swallow it! Hold it in your mouth,” Diana said as she attempted to sit up.
For my part I couldn’t care one way or the other. All I knew was I was experiencing another mind blowing orgasm which was accentuated by the thin plastic ties, Diana’s hand and the better living through chemistry pill I’d swallowed. When no more cum came from me I squeezed my shaft one more time just to make sure then I staggered to my feet. Diana waited until I did this before releasing my balls from her grasp after which she pulled Blanca to her.
“Kiss me darling and share Don’s bounty,” she told the maid and as I watched the two women kissed and no doubt passed my salty spunk back and forth.
Finally Diana stood over her kneeling servant who had her head tilted back and her beautiful mouth open allowing her mistress to release a white glob of semen and saliva inside.
“Be a good chica and swallow that down,” she told her maid who complied immediately.
Since the maid’s hands were bound behind her Diana helped her to her feet before turning and fixing her gaze upon me. I stood close by as my body recovered from my last orgasm but in spite of my carnal exertions my erection remained as rampant as if I hadn’t cum twice already. It had to be the pill because there was no way I should still be raring to go after what had occurred but I wasn’t complaining.
“Sit back down on the couch,” Diana told me, “so Blanca can ride that big cock. Would you like that chica?”
“Yes mistress, please,” Blanca replied in a soft voice but it was clear from the look in her eyes that she wanted to ride the pony.
No sooner had I sat than the maid knelt astride me. Diana leaned down and reaching between Blanca’s thighs she wrapped her hand around my erection. A moment later she guided me to Blanca’s wet pussy and once she had me in place the maid sank down onto me, taking it to the root. She let out a little moan as I bottomed out and I could feel her tight muscles squeeze me like a vise. The next thing that happened was I heard the sound of leather meeting flesh and looking up I saw Diana standing behind Blanca with the riding crop in her hand and a wild look in her eye.
“Ride him Blanca! Faster!” she ordered her servant as she repeatedly lashed her.
Between my cock splitting her wide and her mistress whipping her Blanca was in a frenzied state and when my mouth found her breast for the first time and latched onto her erect nipple she went crazy.
“Oh yes! Fuck me! Beat me! I love it, oh I love it! Don’t stop, please!” she wailed in her charming accent as our actions pushed her to what appeared to be an earth shattering orgasm.
Her body was trembling uncontrollably and her head sank onto the top of mine as I sucked on her tasty nipple and I could feel her vaginal muscles clenching and unclenching on me. Sometime during this Diana had ceased disciplining her maid and from the corner of my eye I saw her going through her box of toys on the nearby table. Ignoring her for the moment I began to thrust upward into Blanca, who’s muscles seemed to be no longer obeying her as her body sprawled awkwardly on mine.
Each time I jammed my cock deep in Blanca she let out a little whimper which spurred me ever onward. It was after a particularly energetic thrust of mine made Blanca’s head move sideways that I saw what Diana was up to and if I hadn’t seen how nuts she was already I would have been shocked. Girded about her hips was a leather harness which had a fairly long dildo protruding from it. As I watched she applied a generous amount of lubricant to the device while her eyes stayed locked on Blanca’s hot latina ass.
Once she was satisfied it was fully coated she climbed on the couch directly behind her maid’s behind. She first delivered a sharp smack to Blanca’s already striped ass, then pushed the maid even closer to me so her body and mine were pressed together. She then leaned in and spoke into her servant’s well shaped ear.
“I hope you’re ready Blanca because you’re in for it now,” she told her and I gathered Blanca felt the dildo press into her butt for her eyes showed sudden fear. “I’m going to fuck your big ass while Don is fucking your tight, little pussy. What do you think about that?”
“Please mistress, no. Its too much I think.”
“Nonsense Blanca, you’re just being a baby. I don’t want to hear any more talk like that. Don, can you do me a favor?”
“Sure what do you need Diana?” I replied as I ground my hips into Blanca.
“Would you mind spreading her big ass? It would make things a lot easier for me that way.”
“No problem,” I said as my hands took hold of her ample ass cheeks and pulled them far apart.
Blanca let out a frightened whimper when I did this and it morphed into something louder as Diana forced the dildo head inside her asshole with no mercy. Once she accomplished this she stopped pushing and instead stroked the maid’s raven tresses while speaking softly to her.
“Relax chica, I’m not going to hurt you – too badly. Don’t I always take care of you and make you cum?”
“Yes mistress,” she sniffled in reply.
“And I’ve fucked your ass before – damn, I practically own it! So what’s your problem?”
“I’m just scared. I never had it like this before, two people in me at the same time. Before today you’ve been the only one I‘ve been with, until Don. I’m sorry mistress.”
“That’s okay my darling, I forgive you” Diana told her as she slid deeper into Blanca’s back tunnel.
Blanca moaned as Diana filled her but so did I for I could feel the dildo sliding against my rigid cock with only her membrane separating us. It felt wonderful to me and made Blanca’s already tight pussy feel that much tighter on my swollen erection. After she had worked the whole flexible length inside her maid, Diana took my hand in hers as our eyes met.
“Hmmm, so how does that feel Don?”
“Fucking great Diana, what else can I say.”
“Here’s the plan, I want us to fuck her in sync, so when I squeeze your hand then you thrust, okay? If we’re able to build a rhythm then I won’t have to keep squeezing your hand but I want us filling her slutty little holes at the same time.”
“Its all good,” I replied after which Diana squeezed my hand.
We both began to slide in and out of the bound maid and we were able to time our movements for the most part with only a few minor glitches. It was easier for Diana to move freely due to her location on top of the pile but I did a more than adequate job from underneath of pumping Blanca’s pussy. All I knew was that it felt incredible to be fucking her tight hole plus I was being doubly stimulated by Diana doing the same to her ass with the dildo.
By this time Blanca was useless as far as moving her body voluntarily, she was just a helpless fucktoy for our depraved lust. Not that she wasn’t having a good time herself. I lost track of how many times she cried out in my ear that she was cumming and it felt as if she leaked a gallon of vaginal fluids onto my cock and thighs as I filled her. After a particularly noisy climax I felt Diana slide out of Blanca’s ass before standing.
“Don I want you to get up for a minute and take Blanca with you,” she instructed me while she reached back and unbuckled the harness before letting it slide from her hips to land on the floor with a clatter.
“All right, just hold on a second while I catch my breath,” I replied to her before speaking to Blanca. “Are you ready baby? When I stand, wrap your legs around me. Okay?”
She nodded yes at which time I wrapped one arm around her waspish waist while placing my other hand on the armrest of the couch for support. Pushing down I struggled to my feet while lifting Blanca with me and being the obedient little sub that she was her legs hooked around my waist. Once standing I moved my hand from the couch to her ass to help hold her in place. I admit I was caught off guard when Blanca leaned in and began to smother my mouth with hot kisses.
“Well Don, it appears like you have a new best friend,” I heard Diana say before laughing. “So Blanca, do you like Don and his big, hard cock?”
The maid stopped kissing me and turned to her employer.
“Si, I mean yes mistress. He is nice and he makes my pussy feel good.”
“You’re right there, he is very talented although I’m not quite so sure he’s nice. Not that it matters really.”
“Hey I’m standing right here while you’re talking about me,” I said as my arms raised and lowered Blanca on my erection.
“Yes I know and I need you to do something if it’s not too much trouble,” Diana replied as she dramatically cast herself onto the couch before stretching languidly.
“What is it?” I asked her as I continued to move Blanca’s body up and down my shaft.
“Put her on top of me in a sixty-nine. But don’t worry Don, this is going to work out great for you, trust me.”
“All right,” I told her before catching Blanca’s eye, “sorry sweetie but you heard your mistress. Its time for us to stop, at least for a little while.”
“I said to trust me and that goes for Blanca too. In no time you’ll be fucking like rabbits again.”
With that ray of hope to look forward to I lifted her body up until my cock slid free causing her to whimper in disappointment. Next I lowered her body so her big ass rested on the armrest of the couch at which time her legs unwrapped from around me. Then with my help she was able to kneel astride Diana’s head. Since her hands were imprisoned behind her back I guided her upper body down until her head was resting on the top of Diana’s thigh within licking distance of her delectable pussy.
“Bravo Don and now your reward. Kneel behind Blanca but before you put that big cock back in her let me suck on it a minute.”
“Now you’re talking sense,” I said as I scrambled onto the couch.
Placing one knee beyond Diana I left my opposite foot on the floor so I was straddling them both. Before I was even fully in place Diana grabbed my cock and angled it so that her mouth was able to slide onto it, swallowing the head initially. As she inched upwards taking more of my swollen flesh into her mouth her tongue lashed my head repeatedly. For less than a minute she drove me crazy doing this before pulling her head from me.
“Okay Don, time to feed her your cock and Blanca are you waiting for an engraved invitation? Start licking my pussy!”
The maid had begun to eat out her mistress when my cock entered her tight tunnel causing her to stop for a second but she quickly recovered and resumed licking Diana. I pounded sweet Blanca as hard as I could but within a few minutes Diana pulled my cock from her maid’s pussy. She again sucked on my head but this time just long enough to get the taste of Blanca before her mouth released my erection.
“Hey Don, I know you’re enjoying fucking her pussy but what do you think about putting it in her hot, tight ass?”
“I think that’s a great idea Diana.”
“Well then why not do it. I already loosened her up for you so get going.”
That was something I didn’t to need to hear twice. All I had to do was shift my body slightly and my cock head was rubbing her little brown hole. Since Diana had just been fucking her there moments before once my head touched her back hole it opened up allowing me to work my head inside. Since I was wider than the dildo had been her body resisted me a bit when Diana took hold of my shaft by the base.
“Fuck her ass Don! Give it to her good and hard,” she told me as her hand moved down and again took possession of my restrained balls. “And why not grab her arms for leverage while you fuck her? I think that would be so hot.”
Hmm, Diana certainly made a good point there I thought to myself. My hands seized Blanca’s upper arms right above her elbows and seconds later I forced my cock deeper in her ass. At the same time Diana took hold of Blanca by the back of the neck to hold the maid’s head near her pussy. It took me a few thrusts to get up to full speed but within a minute my entire length was sliding into her tight back channel.
While I built up a rhythm Diana released my balls and instead jammed two of her fingers into Blanca’s pussy and started to finger fuck her. Somehow through her moans Blanca continued to tongue her mistress, her nimble pink tongue licking both clit and swollen lips with each pass. Just when I thought things couldn’t get crazier Diana surprised me again.
“Don, put it back in her pussy for a minute,” she instructed me.
With a groan I slid from Blanca’s ass at which time Diana guided me back into her maid’s wet pussy. My balls slapped into her clit as I buried myself, then I paused with my full length inside her for a minute before I resumed pumping. After a couple of minutes of this Diana tapped my leg making me look down at her.
“Ooh, let me taste Blanca on you,” she said, her eyes ablaze with lust, “then after that you can fuck her fat ass again.”
Once more I pulled out of Blanca allowing Diana to take my cock back into her hot mouth. She took me to her mouth’s limit with each movement of her head until I was dripping wet from her saliva at which time her mouth released me. Her hand guided me to Blanca’s back door and this time my cock slid all the way in with no difficulty.
Diana again pushed two fingers in Blanca and resumed fingering her as my speed increased until I was pumping as fast as I could. With her back channel squeezing me even more than her pussy had I was in pervert heaven. Watching Blanca lick Diana as she frigged the maid in return only made things more exciting and when the divorcee managed to suck one of my balls into her warm mouth it proved too much for me to take.
As her tongue ran along the wrinkled skin I froze in place as I felt another orgasm overwhelm me. I cried out from a combination of pleasure and relief as my balls released what little cum remained in them deep up Blanca’s ass. While I came Diana continued sucking on my captive ball, prolonging and intensifying my pleasure until finally she released it and let her head fall back onto the couch.
Not surprisingly when I slid my overworked cock from Blanca her mistress grabbed it and brought it to her own mouth. It proved too much for me to take when she sucked on the sensitive head and I was forced to pull it from her mouth before my brain exploded from the sensation. It was while I did this that my eye happened to notice the time on my watch and I realized I had stayed well beyond my lunch hour.
“Fuck!” I grunted as I scrambled off the couch.
“Something the matter?” Diana asked looking my way though I noticed her fingers continued to fill Blanca’s well used pussy as she spoke.
“Only that my lunch hour has become my lunch ninety minutes,” I replied as I hurried to get dressed.
“Sorry about that Don,” she answered after which she pulled her fingers from Blanca and rolled the maid off her toward the back section of the couch before she sat up.
On somewhat unsteady legs Diana then stood and reached into her toy box and emerged with a pair of nail cutting scissors.
“Come here Don and let me remove those from you,” she told me as she brandished the scissors in her gloved hand.
“You’re going to be careful with those, aren’t you? Very delicate equipment we’re talking about.”
“No I’m going to cut off your cock with them,” she replied sarcastically before continuing. “What do you think Don, that I’d do anything to hurt that beautiful cock of yours? Really! Besides they’re not big enough to do much damage so come here and stop being such a baby.”
Luckily after my last orgasm I had shrunk a little which allowed her to slip a blade under the plastic tie and snip it fairly easily. She did the same with the tie that circled both my cock and balls freeing me.
“See, no problem,” she said as she shook her head at me as if to say you were worrying for nothing.
“Yeah thanks,” I told her as I pulled my pants up.
While I continued to dress Diana sat back next to Blanca and pulled her close. When she did the maid leaned in and whispered into her mistress’ ear. As she did I noticed they were both staring at me intently and when Diana said something back to Blanca the servant’s face turned bright red but she nodded.
“Don, before you leave I have something to say that you might find of interest. Dear Blanca just reminded me that this weekend I’m going to stay with my daughter in Westchester to visit her and my grandson. Now while that doesn’t concern you, there is the problem of what to do with little Blanca. As you may have noticed she is quite submissive and that extends beyond sexually but carries over to all aspects. She is much happier when she is being told what to do but since I won’t be here she will have no direction. If I was only going to be gone for a night I’d simply have her polish my shoes or some such mundane task. However with me leaving Friday and not returning until Sunday night I think something more is necessary. Interested?”
All of a sudden I found I wasn’t quite so concerned about being late as I turned their way.
“So you’re looking for lack of a better term a Blanca-sitter for the weekend?”
“Precisely. So what do you say? I assure you that Blanca will be glad to do whatever you like for the duration, won’t you chica?”
She nodded as her big brown eyes looked at me with a pleading expression.
“Sure, why not? I’m always happy to help out a lady or ladies as the case may be.”
The look on Blanca’s pretty face was almost all the thanks I needed but we all knew I’d think of many other ways for her to express her gratitude before the weekend was over.
THE END
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Ladyboy Love – Part 1

This is an offshoot from my long series, Ex-Daughter Grown Up, but while writing it as part of that series, I felt it was developing into a new Love I began sharing…

Call me Johnny

This is a story I wrote in 2015. I’ve reworked it, and hopefully did a better job of editing this time.
All Characters are at least 18 years of age. (Word Count = 16,425)

Going Nova: A Wide-Eyed Adventure

I hope you enjoy where this story leads. There are many more planned chapters to come. Just a heads up to get it out of the way early on: to comply with the rules of this site, all participants in this story are no younger than 18 years of age.

Raped in Turkey Part 1

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

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Teaching The Options

Margaret and I straightened our clothes. She said she would get me home, so we climbed into her smart car, and she drove over to the Faculty House parking lot, where Marcia was waiting in my SUV. Margaret left her little car in her designated parking space.

The Debt Collector – Part 2

This story is pure fanatsy. After reading stories on this website and being impressed with the basic ideas, but disappointed with the lack of description, I decided to mix a few together with some of my own ideas. I also tried to be a little more descriptive. I encourage more people to do the same. For anyone who doesn’t like the themes listed, such as incest or rape, please don’t read any further. For everyone else, be thankful for the 1st Amendment. I hope you all enjoy!

Jaclyn part one

about a boy who wants to be a girl, oral sex, anal sex, petting, kissing and the final change from boy to girl

My Families Shocking Secret… Prt 1

This will be my first story…. This story is fictional although I wish it wasn’t 😉
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Let me give you a little background into my life. My name is Ashley. Ever since I was young I have wanted to look like my mom and her friends.. I am 19 years old with blonde hair and C-cups I’m also 5’5″ and 150 lbs, I know that I’m a very beutiful girl but have always secretly been so jealous of my mother that I’m attracted to her and fantasize very often. In fact I think about her more than very often, I pretty much can’t stop. Lots of times I think about her and our 17 year old neighbor Jeremy. Our familes have lived beside each other for the past 4 years and I have had a crush on him almost the whole time. I’ve always wondered how big he was and how much my mother could take of it in her mouth or ass.
Speaking of dick, I had 3 boyfriends through high school but never had sex with any of them, so I’m still a virgin. Although me and one of them did go down on each other every time we were together, but other than that my sex life has pretty normal, just been left to a couple toys I’ve collected over the last few years… Or so I thought it was normal.
I came home from work 2 hours early on a tuesday night because business was really slow. Only I came home to find most of the lights off and my parents or brother nowhere to be found. But when I walked upstairs I could here the undeniable sound of my 18 year old brother Tyler moaning. Being curious I poked my head in my parents door really slow to catch a glimpse of what he was doing. Only to be shocked to see my mother kneeling in front of Tyler and Jeremy pleasuring both of them while my step-dad Mike stood beside them and video taped the whole thing. I couldn’t bring my eyes away from them, my mother had my little brothers dick in her mouth and was jerking off Jeremy at the same time. I stood and watched for a few moments and admired what was happening before my eyes. Mike walked beside my mother and bent down by her ass. He rubbed his hand over her bum and played with the white g-string she was wearing. He pulled the white piece of cotton to the side for a second and gently grazed his finger over her asshole, keeping the camera on her ass at the same time he was doing this. I then watched as he stuck his middle finger in his mouth and brought it back down to her ass only to continue to slide the whole finger in her, slowly pumping in and out. All of a sudden I heard Tyler moan again and my mother start to move her head up and down faster and faster. This went on for about another 30 seconds until he threw his head back and mom stopped bobbing, but she still kept her mouth on his 7 inch cock. I couldn’t believe it, my mother was swallowing my little brothers cum right out of his cock! All of it was getting almost too much for me and I felt really hot and flustered, only too look down to find my hand slowly rubbing my clit and my pussy oozing with wetness.
I closed the door behind me in shock and turned towards the stairs only to drop my cellphone by accident because I was in disbelief. My phone dropped down each step with a loud “Thud” at each step. My heart froze as I knew for sure my whole family would have heard it falling. All of a sudden I heard my mother call “It’s ok hun, you can come in”. I turned and stopped at the door again, “are you sure you want me to come in”? I replied still unsure to what the answer might be. But still without an answer my hand was drawn to the door handle and I continued to push it open slowly. My mother still had both of her hands on my brother and Jeremy but had her head cocked backwards so she could see me. The only person who changed they’re postion was Mike who had turned off the camera and had his hand on his hip, obviously really comfortable being in the condition he was nude. And he should have been comfortable, Mike always kept good care of his body and looking between his legs his dick at least 6-7 inches even though he was flacid. “Looks like we’ve been found out” my mother admitted looking around at the 3 men she had around her. My eyes were brought off of Mike’s penis and I looked again at my mother again. “Do you want me to go” I mumbled still clueing in to my surroundings and everything taking place. “No” my mother and Jeremy replied almost in unison. My mother looked up and Jeremy and I thought I saw her smirk for a quick second.
She stood up and walked over to me, “I’m really sorry you had to find out like this hunny, I know you really like Jeremy” she began to say. I looked and her and couldn’t really think of anything off the top of my head to say. She started up again “We’ve only been doing this for 2 or so weeks with Jeremy, and he said he really likes you a lot”. I looked over to Jeremy only to see him with his head looking down at his toes embarrassed. I couldn’t believe still everything that was happening, all of the fantasizing about my mom and Jeremy was actually happening, it was one of the greatest things I could have ever asked for, I just wasn’t expecting Tyler and Mike to be added into the mix…. But I liked it.
I smiled at my mother and looked back at Jeremy’s hard penis, he stood about 8-9 inches and looked thick. My mother knew exactly was I was looking at and glanced back and took a peek as well. “Would you like to try it?, he said he wanted to take your virginity” she said. I nodded sheepishly and Jeremy seeing this sighed with relief. “But I think I would rather have my first time with just me and him”, I said. “Of course hunny” my mother replied. Jeremy looked like he had just won the lottery and gone to heaven all at the same time. My mother turned back to me and whispered in my ear “but listen.. if your going to be joining us regularly, you have to play by a couple rules”. “Like what”? I said with a puzzled look. “Me and you have to be completely submissive to Mike, Jeremy, or Tyler, do you understand”? she looked at me. “Ok I said, I can do that” nodding at the same time. “And one more thing.. you have to let him fuck you in the ass tonight”.. My mind raced at the thought of having Jeremy’s huge cock in my butt, thinking of how it would feel, and how much it would hurt. I’ve experimented a little with my ass to go along with my pussy, but the only thing I’ve ever had in my asshole was a soapy finger or two and a home-made set of anal beads which I fastened together out of an old necklace that had little wooden balls on them. “Ok I’ll let him” I said as I reached out and grabbed his semi hard cock with my hand and walked him back to my room, giving my mother a small wink at the same time.
To Be Continued 😉

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Doggy Styles 9 – The Dog Groomer

I try to write at least two intense sex scenes into all my story chapters, and purposely include a slow rising sexual-tension between characters before the climax, so pace yourself accordingly.

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