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Chapter 22
I stayed on the sofa composing myself for a few minutes, pulled my clothing back on and headed for the shower again. After a nice long shower, I walked back down the hall and heard the shower on in the second bathroom. I walked into the great room, but it was empty. I figured both ladies were in the shower at once, so I headed back to my bedroom. I pulled back the comforter and sheets and slipped into bed. I was laying there with my eyes closed when I felt someone climb in next to me. I looked over and both Jen and Tiff had gotten into bed with me. Jen leaned over, close to my ear, reaching for my cock.
“I hope you’re not done with us.”, she whispered softly.
I have to say that sex with two women at once was probably the most erotic and intense sexual situation, I had ever been in. But, as good as it was, I felt somewhat strange. I’m not sure if it was guilt I felt for fucking Tiff in front of Jen. Or perhaps, it was watching Jen enjoy herself with Tiffany. I couldn’t decide what exactly was wrong, but it definitely bothered me. I knew I was falling in love with Jen and somehow this, perhaps tarnished what I was feeling. By the time I had finished showering I felt guilty as hell. I turned slightly to face Jen.
“You sure about this sweetie ?”, I asked.
“Yes, why is something wrong ?”, she replied.
“No, I’m just asking.”, I responded, “I just don’t want us to be awkward with each other after tonight.”
“Everything will be fine.”, she answered.
Jen leaned over me and put her mouth on mine kissing me softly. I pulled her close to me, responding to her lips with mine. She slid her tongue between my lips and reached for mine. I felt Tiffany moving in the bed and soon she was between my legs, both hands on my cock. Jen released me and continued kissing me, as Tiffany warm wet mouth surrounded my cock. In no time, she had me rock hard again, as she softly licked and sucked my cock back to life. The feeling of her small mouth was incredible, almost mesmerizing, she really knew how to please a man. At that time I really wondered why she had no boyfriend. Strange thing to think while your in bed with two women, but it crossed my mine. I knew this time, I would be able to last longer, so I was not concerned. Jen’s lips left mine, slowly moving down my body, until I felt a second mouth on my cock. I looked down and both ladies had my cock trapped between their mouth’s, moving up and down my shaft. The feeling was indescribable to say the least. They continued for a few moments, then Tiffany leaned over to kiss Jen. Their lips met in a very sensual kiss, their tongue’s probing in and out of each other’s mouth.
Jen broke the kiss, smiling at her friend, reached over and took her hand. She guided Tiffany on her back, laying the tiny woman next to me. She slowly lowered herself down Tiff’s body, until her lips met Tiff’s small, tight pussy. Tiff arched her back in appreciation as Jen’s tongue entered her. Tiff reached up and pulled my face to hers, kissing me firmly on the lips. Her tongue quickly separated my lips and plunged into my mouth. I reached over and softly began to stroke her breasts, every now and then gently squeezing one. By this time Jen’s tongue was having quite the effect on her friend. I could tell Tiff was close. I pulled away from her and looked down at Jen to see that she was alternately licking and sucking Tiff’s clit with her lips and tongue. She was completely oblivious to anything else going on around her. As I watched her, I have to say, I felt a twinge of jealously. I don’t know if I was thinking she was too much into this or what it was. I didn’t have time to really dwell on it because Tiff erupted in orgasm.
“Ohhhhhhhhhhhh Jen, dammit.”, Tiff screamed.
Tiff’s hips came up off the bed pressing into Jen’s mouth. Jen reached under her, grabbing her ass with both hand’s and pulling her tightly into her lips. Tiff bucked and squirmed against Jen’s mouth continuing to moan in a very loud tone. It took maybe twenty seconds before Tiffany, pushed Jen’s mouth off of her pussy.
“Geez girl, stop for a second, it tickles.”, she giggled.
Jen lifted her face from between her friends legs and I could see it was completely coated in Tiff’s cum. Jen ran her tongue along her lips tasting what was left of her friend’s orgasm. Tiff sat up and pulled Jen close to her kissing her deeply. I could see Tiff’s tongue licking Jen’s lips, tasting her own cum at the same time. They kissed for quite some time until Tiff, turned over and rolled Jen onto her back. She grabbed my hand pulling me towards Jen.
“Fuck her pussy Jeff, make her cum.”, Tiff said in a husky voice.
I climbed between Jen’s legs and guided my cock into her dripping wet slit. I slid in as easy as a knife cuts warm butter. Never have I been inside Jen when she was this wet. I started to move in and out of her in a slow but steady pace, making sure I pressed hard against her mound on the down stroke. Tiff moved from behind me, and got on one side of Jen. She lowered her mouth to Jen’s pussy, using two fingers to open her up and expose her clit. Tiff then extended her tongue and began to flick Jen’s clit as my cock pumped in and out of her. It took maybe a half of minute and Jen erupted in a violent orgasm. I buried my cock deep into her pussy and pressed as hard as I could. Her body convulsed and I felt the walls of her pussy contracting against my cock. Wave after wave of pleasure shot through her body, filling her pussy with fluids, which now had begun to leak down her ass.
Tiff moved her mouth off of Jen’s clit and looked up at me.
“Fuck her Jeff, fuck that pussy till you cum.”, she urged.
I began to pump my cock into Jen’s soaked pussy. Jen was exhausted, her eyes closed, coming off of a mind numbing orgasm. It did not take long for me to feel my balls tighten up and move up into my body. I knew I was going to cum soon. Tiff got up, and pressed her lips to mine in a very hungry kiss driving her tongue into my mouth. She probed it for a few seconds, then broke the kiss, staring into my eyes.
“I want you to cum in my mouth, when you’re ready pull out.”, she whispered.
She leaned back down intently watching my cock piston in and out of her best friends pussy. It took only a few seconds for me to lose control. I reached down, grabbed my cock and pulled out of Jen’s pussy. Before Tiff could get my cock completely in her mouth, the first stream of cum shot out coating her lips, dripping down onto Jen’s stomach. The second spurt hit the back of Tiff’s throat as she swallowed with quick motion. She moved her lips up to the end of my cock and began to lick the head as cum continued to pour out, falling all over Jen. Tiff reached up and grabbed my cock in her hand and began to pump it rapidly, milking what was left of my cum into her mouth. The orgasm was intense, leaving my thigh’s trembling trying to support my weight. Finally I had to push away, sitting down for a second, to catch my breathe.
I looked at Jen who was now fingering her pussy intensely. Tiff was leaning over her, licking my cum off of Jen’s stomach. Tiff’s hand was buried in her own pussy as well, frantically rubbing herself. When Tiff had completely cleaned Jen of all of my cum, she moved up and pressed her lips to her friend’s mouth. It took only a few seconds and once again Jen’s body began to shake and tremble in another orgasm. Tiff followed her quickly and she began to spasm on her own finger’s as she drove her tongue into Jen’s mouth. They shook and moaned together as the orgasm’s subsided and their breathing became more normal. They finally broke their kiss and Tiff looked at Jen.
“I think we need another shower.”, she giggled.
The ladies got out of the bed and went into the master bathroom, turning on the shower, grabbing two towels. I watched them step into the shower and close the glass door. Through the door, I could see the ladies soaping each other lovingly, enjoying the hot water and each other. I saw Tiff lean in and kiss Jen, pulling her close. The kiss lasted a very long time and I remember once again feeling very jealous. As they broke the kiss, I saw Tiff slide down Jen’s body until she was kneeling in front of her friend. I watch Tiff take Jen’s pussy in her mouth again and begin to pleasure her. I am not sure what happened after that, as I must have fallen asleep.
I opened my eyes quickly sensing something was not normal. The room was pitch black and my eyes struggled to adjust to the blackness. I heard faint sounds from over my shoulder, not quite sure of what they were. It took a second for me to realize what had happened and remember that I was not alone in the bed. Just as I was about to close my eyes again, I heard Jen’s soft voice behind my back.
“I love you.”, she whispered.
I swallowed hard, closed my eye’s as a warm feeling swept across my body. Finally, the words I had been waiting to hear, it was real. I opened my eyes, but before I could roll over to face her, acknowledge those same feelings to her, the silence was broken.
“I love you too Jen.”, Tiff replied in a soft sensual voice, “I love you so much it hurts.”
I froze, holding my breathe not wanting either of them to know I was awake. I laid there perfectly still, not moving a muscle. My stomach suddenly felt in was in an elevator going down, giving me an uneasy feeling. Was this simply a result of what had happened tonight or was it something more ? I once again heard noises and it took a few seconds for me to realize they were kissing each other again. I had no clue as to what to do, so I just laid there, motionless. For the next half hour I guess, I listen to these two beautiful women eat each other pussy’s to orgasm, all the while expressing their feelings to each other. I felt horrible. All Jen and I had shared and not once had she ever expressed her love for me. Of course, I had never uttered those words to her either, but still it hurt like hell. I’m not sure how long I laid there before I fell back to sleep, it seemed like an eternity.
I opened my eyes, to light flooding the room, blinking quickly to dull the absorption. I looked at the clock on the night stand, it was nine -twenty in the morning. I rolled over and saw I was alone in bed. I slowly got up and headed into the main part of the house. I entered the great room, but it was empty as well. I walked into the kitchen to see Jen and Tiff sitting at the table drinking coffee.
“Hey sleepy head, good morning.”, Jen said, “How did you sleep ?”
“Good, I guess.”, I replied lying to them, “Was I asleep when you got out of the shower ?”
“Yea, you were.”, Jen replied, “We fell asleep right way as well, we were exhausted.”
This was the first time Jen had ever been untruthful to me, at least that I knew of. Maybe I was reading more into this then I should be. After all, how many guys actually complain when their wife or girlfriend wants a three way. Most guys dream of it their entire life, never ever getting to experience it for themselves. I decided to down play the entire night and just see where we went from here. I grabbed a cup of coffee and sat down at the table with them.
The rest of the day was really uneventful, just relaxing, watching TV. Then was no more physical contact between any of us, which I found kind of surprising after what we had shared the night before. Late that afternoon, Tiffany called her neighbor, who informed her that the gas line had just been repaired and the building was back to normal. I went to the back changed into jeans and a shirt, loaded Tiff’s bag in the trunk and we all left to bring Tiff home.
We dropped Tiff off at her building about thirty minutes later. I open the trunk, grabbed her bag and handed it to her. She kissed me quickly on the lips and thanked me for being so nice. She waved to Jen telling her she would see her in the morning at work. I got back in the car and pulled out heading for Jen’s. We drove for about five minutes in silence, the mood was very awkward.
“So, you have a busy week ahead ?”, I finally asked Jen.
“Yea, it going to be a killer. Not looking forward to it.”, she replied.
She went on to tell me she was opening a new case Monday, in addition to having one not yet conclude, then she had to prep for two more. We agreed to try and talk as much as we could by phone during the week. I pulled up to Jen’s and parked in the lot. I got out and walked around to open her door. She got out and put her arms around me, kissing me softly on the lips.
“Thank you for being you.”, she said softly.
I struggled to find words. I wanted to say it, the words choked in my throat. My mind was demanding that my lips tell her “I Love You”, but somehow the words did not come out. She once again, told me she would call me soon, turned and entered her building. I got in the car, pulled out the lot and fought every urge I had to pick up the cell phone and call her right way. As great as the sex had been last night, emotionally I felt destroyed. I had no way of processing just what had happened and how it all affected Jen and I. I arrived home, pulled in the drive and went in. I grabbed a quick bite to eat, showered and got into bed. In the dark, I laid there just thinking, trying to make sense of it all. One thing was for sure, I was sure I did not want to share Jen again with anyone. I knew that perhaps was very selfish on my part, but it’s how I felt. I close my eye’s and drifted off to sleep.
Chapter 23
The work week started much as any other, cleaning up the previous week’s mess. Soon it was mid-week and I had still not heard from Jen. I called her office, Tiffany answered telling me she was in a meeting and was really busy. I left a message for Jen to call me when she got a chance. Later that night, Jen called me at home. She told me she had just gotten home after a long day in court. She did sound tired, so I decided to cut it short. I told her I would call her Friday to see about the weekend. I told her, I wanted to take her somewhere special, just the two of us. She replied that sounded good to her and we would talk later.
I had no sooner hung the phone , when it rang again. I grabbed it quickly, thinking Jen may have changed her mind. It was Beth.
“Hey Jeff, how are you ?”, she said softly.
“I’m ok Beth, what’s up with you ?”, I replied.
“Jeff, I need to talk to you. Just you and I, one on one, no interruptions.”, she stated.
I started to make excuses, the last thing I needed right now was more drama in my life. I added that things were really crazy right now and I might not be the best person for her to confide in.
“Please Jeff, if you care for me at all, do this, please.”, she pleaded.
What could I say, I was trapped. After all she was family, and really we had to get this settled. I agreed that we would meet the following Friday night at my house. It was over a week away and I had a plan. I was going to tell Jen that I loved her, that I wanted us to be a permanent thing, whatever that took. That would take care of both situations and by the time I met Beth next week, Jen and I would be a couple for good.
The weekend arrived quickly and I was so looking forward to meeting with Jennifer. I called her Friday night but she was still at work. She told me she would be getting home at about nine o’clock, if all went well. I asked her if she had eaten, offering to bring her dinner. She told me she would fix a frozen dinner when she got home, she didn’t have time to eat. She told me she was staying late tonight to avoid going in on Saturday. She promised she would call me in the morning as soon as she got up.
I hung up the phone and looked at the clock, it was seven thirty. I thought to myself, if Jen got home at nine o’clock and was off tomorrow, why not grab a late dinner and surprise her ? I jumped up, showered and dressed. I called in a take out order at one of Jen’s favorite sandwich shops, deciding to surprise her. I picked up the order and drove to Jen’s condo arriving there about quarter till nine. I saw Jen’s parking spot was still empty, she had not arrived yet. I sat in the parking lot for about an hour waiting for her. At a little after ten o’clock, I started up the car and pulled out of the lot. As I did, I suddenly got a feeling, and turned the other way. As I drove in the other direction, I really hoped I was wrong. A few minutes later, as I pulled into Tiff’s parking lot, my heart sank. Jen’s car was parked next to Tiff’s, they were together. I turned the car off and thought for a moment, not sure of what to do. After a few moments, I reached down, started the car and pulled out, heading home.
I woke the next morning to a dull, overcast sky threatening rain. I waited a few hours and called Jen to try to make plans for later. She answered in a sleepy voice. I asked her how her night went, did she get her work done ? She told me yes, she had finished and gotten home about nine thirty and went straight to bed. I didn’t let on I knew better, I was going to wait till tonight to lay all my cards on the table. We made plans to go to a nice restaurant that night and enjoy a quiet evening.
I picked Jen up about seven and we drove to the restaurant. All day long I had been trying to come up with my “speech” so to speak. How to say it, when to say it. I had rewritten it in my head a thousand times, I would probably do so a few more before I got it out.
I asked the hostess to seat us in a quiet booth so we would not be distracted by patrons coming and going. She seated us near the rear of the restaurant, in a very private booth. We both slid in across from each other and picked up our menu’s. A few moments passed, and our waiter approached. He took our orders, picked up the menu’s and told us it would be about twenty minutes for our food to arrive. Perfect, it’s now or never.
“Jen, there’s something I have been meaning to talk to you about.”, I said softly, reaching over and touching her hand.
“Yea, me too.”, she replied looking into my eyes.
“Oh, well, you want to go first ?”, I asked, surprised.
“No, you go ahead Jeff.”, she answered.
I thought one last time, making sure I knew what I was going to say.
“Jen, these past few month’s I have spent with you have been special. After I lost Susan, I thought that part of my life was over. But then you came along and things got a lot better.”, I started.
“I have been wanting to tell you something now for over a month, but never could find the right time, or the right words.”, I continued.
“Jen, I think I am in love with you. I would really like for us to be a permanent thing in each other’s lives, if you feel the same way.”, I ended.
It felt like the weight of the world had been lifted from my shoulders. I looked at Jen trying to get an idea of her reaction to the words I had just spoken. She had brought her hands up to her face and I could see water filling her eyes as she looked down at her napkin. I knew with Susan, crying at an emotional moment was usually a good thing. It seemed like forever before Jen lowered her hands to speak.
“Jeff, I don’t know what to say, I’m trying to think.”, she replied.
Well that was not the reaction I was hoping for, but sometimes ladies take the long road to get where they are going. I squeezed her hand gently, as I watched a tear roll down her cheek.
“Jen, did I say something wrong ?”, I asked, “If I did, I am sorry.”
“No Jeff, you did not say anything wrong, it’s not that.”, she answered.
“It’s ok Jen, just tell me how you feel, I will understand.”, I promised.
She swallowed hard looking down again at her napkin, more tears rolling down her cheeks. She looked up at me with those beautiful eyes that I loved to look into.
“Jeff, I am in love too.”, she said softly.
Once again, I squeezed her hand softly and smiled at her. I felt a warm feeling spreading over me as I waited for more.
“Jeff, I’m so sorry, I have fallen in love with Tiffany.”, she said between sobs.
She must have felt my hand relax on hers, as the news hit me like a heavyweight fighters punch to the stomach. I think she saw the sadness wash over my face, my shoulders sag to the weight of her words.
“Jeff, I am so sorry, you deserve so much more. I never meant this to happen. It just did.”, she said softly.
There was just silence as I saw the waiter approaching with our order. He set our food down in front of us, ask us if we needed anything else. I simply shook my head no, he turned and walked away.
“Jen, its ok, I understand, love is a strange thing, it just happens.” I started, “But can I ask you something ?”
“Of course you can.”, she answered.
“When did you realize you were in love with Tiffany ?”, I asked, “Was it the first night we were all together at my house ?”
“No Jeff, it was before that.”, she answered. “That was just the first time Tiffany and I had any physical contact. The sparks have been there for a long time. We just both knew it for sure that night.”
“Yes, I know. I heard you tell Tiff you loved her that night in bed.”, I replied.
Jen reached up with her hands covering her face in horror.
“Oh My God, you heard us Jeff ? I am so sorry, I feel terrible.”, she replied.
She went on to explain that she had a crush on Tiffany almost as soon as the small woman began working for her. At the time Tiffany had a boyfriend, so Jen did not give a thought. Then she met me and she thought maybe she was wrong. But her feelings proved to be too strong. She kept apologizing to me over and over.
“Jen, it’s ok sweetie. I understand, just be happy. That’s all that matters in life.”
We quietly finished dinner and made our exit to the parking lot. I knew that we both felt terrible, so continuing the night made absolutely no sense for either of us. I pulled out of the parking lot and headed back to Jen’s. She realized where we were going and said nothing. As I pulled into her space, the silence in the car was deafening. I reached over and took her soft hand in mine.
“It’s ok Jen, really. I hope you are happy. I care a lot about you, I want that for you.”, I told her.
“Jeff, please stay here for a moment. I will be right back.”, she asked climbing out quickly.
She went into the building and was gone maybe five minutes when she re-emerged with Tiffany at her side. I looked around, I did not see Tiffany’s car anywhere. They both walked up to the driver’s side window and Jen motioned for me to step out, which I did. Jen reached up and put her arms around my neck and buried her face in my chest sobbing.
“Jen, told me what happened Jeff. You’re quite a man.”, Tiff said softly.
“Not really Tiff. But I want her to be happy. Life is too short to be anything other. I know from experience.”, I replied.
As soon as Jen released me, Tiff came over and gave me her own hug and kissed my neck. She broke away and looked up at me.
“Jeff, we talked for a minute before we came down. Would you spend the night with us here. Let us be as kind to you, as you were to us tonight. We both want to do this for you. Please.”, she asked.
I have to say, I seriously thought about it for a moment. Another night of wild passionate sex with two gorgeous women who were solely intent on my pleasure. But no matter how great that sounded, it would not help any of us.
“Thank you so much. But I think I will leave you two alone.”, I replied.
“You sure Jeff ?”, Jennifer asked.
Yea, I’m sure.”
I wished the two of them goodnight, but made sure they understood to keep in touch with me. I still wanted Jennifer to know, I was there as a friend if she would need one. I got into my car and took a very long and lonely ride home.
I dreaded Mondays, but this one was really bad. I was starting a week with absolutely nothing to look forward to, this weekend, I would not spend with Jennifer. I trudged through the day at work, several people asking me if I was alright. I guess you could tell, I was somewhat not my normal self. On the ride home my cell phone rang, I looked at the number, saw it was Jen. I answered quickly. She told me she just called to make sure I was ok, once again telling me how badly she felt about what had happened. I reassured her as best I could, once again wishing her happiness. Then she brought up something I had not thought of. How was she going to explain this to her parents, and my mother in law ? She confided in me she really was not prepared to tell her parents she was in love with another woman. We discussed it for a few moments, after which I told Jen to tell everyone, I was the one who decided that we stop seeing each other so much. That I was just not ready and I still missed Susan too much to get serious with anyone. Jennifer replied that would not be fair of me to take the blame, when it was her fault this happened. I assured her this was the only way we could explain it, but not let on about her relationship with Tiffany. After some thought, we agreed.
It was mid-week when I got the call I had been expecting. It was my mother-in-law. After a brief hello, she got right to the point.
“Jeff, what happened with you and Jennifer ?”, she asked, “She told her mother your not seeing each other anymore.”
“Yea Mom, that’s true.”, I replied, “I just wasn’t ready.”
“That’s not true Jeff. I know better, just what happened ? Jen’s mother is really upset, she really likes you.”, she demanded.
I didn’t know what to say and not give Jen away which I had no intention of doing.
“Mom, it’s me, I still miss Susan. No one can replace her.”, I lied.
“Jeff, I will find out what happened, so you might as well tell me.”, she continued.
“Mom, that’s all there is. I’m sorry, I really care for Jen, I wish it would have worked out.”, I answered.
“I know you care for her, that’s why I know something more happened.”, she stated.
I thanked my mother-in-law for her concern, but again told her I had made the decision to break it off with Jen. We talked for a few more seconds then hung up. I got home, took a shower and dropped into my chair to watch TV. About an hour later Jennifer called and told me her mother had just gotten off the phone with her. She told me her mom had grilled her for over an hour about what had happened. I told Jen the conversation I had with my mother-in-law as well. Jen was scared that they would discover what was going on before she would be ready to tell them. I reassured her I would stick to my story and not let her down. She thanked me and we hung up. How in the hell, did all of this get to this point, I thought.
Beth called me at the office on Friday morning to make sure we were still on for later that night. I assured her I would be home and had nothing to do. She told me she would be there about seven, as Lance was leaving town for a long weekend of golfing in another state. I told her that would be fine. During the day, I gave it a lot of thought and decided since I was already feeling pretty low, I would put my relationship with Beth to rest as well. It was time to end it all.
I got home around six in the evening, jumped in the shower, got out and ordered a pizza. I had just sat down to eat, when the doorbell rang. I got up, answered the door, it was Beth. She stepped in, I closed the door behind her. We entered the great room.
“Want some pizza Beth ?”, I asked.
“Sounds good“, she said with a smile.
I went into the kitchen, got Beth a plate and a glass of iced tea and returned. We sat and ate, making small talk, both knowing what was to come.
“You seeing Jennifer this weekend ?”, Beth asked.
“No, I’m not.”, I answered, “We aren’t seeing each other right now.”
“What ?”, Beth exclaimed, “Jeff, what happened?”
I gave her the same lame duck excuse I gave her mother earlier in the week. Beth took it as well as my mother-in-law had, she knew better, but didn’t know how to get it out of me. I quickly changed the subject.
“So Beth, what did you want to talk about ?”, I asked.
“Jeff, I have decided what I want in life. I can’t be real explicit yet, but I wanted to tell you a few things.”, she said.
“I’m not sure you really trust me anymore, but I need to say this. I still have feelings for you. Not a day passes that your not in my mind. I want you to know that.”, she continued.
“I know I handled this whole thing badly and I am very sorry for hurting you. I don’t know what the future holds for me but I know I have a future. And very soon, it will be a reality.”, she ended.
For the second time in as many weeks, I had no idea what to say. I had no clue what she was talking about, or even much less how it pertained to me.
“Well Beth, I hope it all works out for you. I want you to be happy.” I answered.
I had been saying that a lot lately. I wanted everyone to be happy. But it seemed nothing was working out the way I intended it to. We talked for a while, then Beth got up, thanked me for listening and head for the door. She kissed me briefly, thanked me and told me she would call me soon.
Several weeks passed by and I heard nothing from anyone. I was falling back into my normal routine before all of this mess had started and was beginning to get comfortable. I was on the way home from work and passed in front of Beth’s. There was a U-Haul Truck in the drive way with the tail gate down. As I slowed down, I saw Lance walk down the ramp. He waved and motioned for me to stop. I lowered the window as he walked up.
“Hey brother-in-law.”, he said with a smile.
“Hey, Lance. What’s up ?”, I asked.
“Aw, nothing much. Beth kicked me out for good this time.”, he laughed.
“Oh man, I am sorry to hear that. What happened ?”, I inquired.
“Heck, I don’t know. I was being good this time. But I don’t blame her, she deserves way better then me. It’s been coming for a long time. We will both be happier doing our own thing.”, he answered.
He went on to tell me that they were drawing up final papers to sign and he would be leaving the state to move back closer to his family. He shook my hand and wished me well, saying he would keep in touch.
I drove home and pulled into the drive. I have said before, life can be cruel and relentless. Every time you think your one up, it has a way of beating you down. I was just so tired of thinking about everything and everyone, I was exhausted.
Over the next several weeks, life was almost normal. I had my routine down pat again and was beginning to feel like my old self. I had not heard from Jen in over a month, I hoped she was doing ok, but really did not want to call. I did not want her to think of me as a long lost puppy begging for a home. The holidays were right around the corner again, another year had passed.
I started Christmas shopping early in December and was finished the week before. I agreed to Christmas Dinner at my mother-in-law’s as usual and planned on spending the rest of the holidays relaxing. It was very cold out this year, very unusual for New Orleans. Three days before Christmas, I got a call from Beth.
“Hey Jeff, what’s up ?”, she said in a cheerful voice.
“Not much Beth, how are you ?”, I asked.
“I’m doing great, thanks.”, she replied.
We went on to talk about the upcoming holidays and what our plans were. She told me she was going to her mom’s for dinner as well, she would see me there. She asked if I would be interested in spending Christmas Evening with her for supper and dessert after leaving her Mom’s. I told her, I really wasn’t up for anything more, that I wanted to spend the rest of the holidays just relaxing. She persisted that I go, she wanted to take me out and thank me for being a good friend to her during her troubles with Lance. I told her , we would see how dinner went and go from there.
I arrived at my in-laws early for dinner, giving out presents and helping my mother-in-law in the kitchen. Mom told me she had invited Jennifer again this year, but she declined saying she had other plans. I was relieved, it would have been sad to see Jennifer in a lot of ways. About an hour later Beth arrived, and entered from the rear kitchen door. She looked absolutely stunning. She had on a very short red skirt, white pull over sweater and knee high suede boots. My father in law sprung up from his chair.
“How’s my baby girl ?”, he shouted, grabbing Beth around the waist and squeezing her.
“I’m great Daddy, I love you.”, she exclaimed.
You could see the old man eyes tear up. Since he had lost Susan, he had become so close to Beth. She was all he had, his only baby girl. Beth kissed her mom and moved over to me. She leaned over to kiss my cheek, and as she did whispered in my ear.
“Merry Christmas Jeff, I love you.”, she said in a very low voice.
She turned very quickly and hugged her father again and followed him into the den. We all ate dinner together and really enjoyed the day. Everyone was in a good mood, the food was great. About four o’clock, we helped mom, clean up and put everything away. We had coffee in the den and about an hour later, I was ready to go. I thanked everyone for a nice dinner, grabbed my coat and headed outside. Beth followed me quickly and soon caught up.
“I will call you in about an hour. Be ready.”, she demanded.
I got home, took a long hot shower and dressed casually for dinner. I was sitting in front of the TV when the doorbell rang. I heard the door open and Beth yell out.
“You ready ?”
“Yes, be right there.”, I called back.
Beth told me she wanted to drive, so I climbed into her SUV, it would be nice not to drive. I reached for the seat belt, I saw Beth look over and giggle.
“What’s so funny ?”, I asked.
“Nothing”, she answered with a laugh.
We backed out of my drive, and pulled off. We drove around the corner and pulled into her drive way.
“We’re here.”, she laughed.
“Here ?”, I asked, “I thought we were having dinner ?”
“We are. Come on.”, she said, jumping out.
She unlocked her front door and we went in. Beth’s house was not quite as big as mine, but it was every bit just as nice. The layout was very different though. Beth’s master bedroom was in the front of the home, mine was in the rear. Her bedroom door, was immediately off of the foyer when you walked in. She also had a formal dining room, which I did not have. As she walked through the kitchen, I could smell something very good was cooking. She led me to the dining room where the lights had been dimmed, three candles were lit on the table.
“Isn’t this better then a noisy restaurant ?”, she asked.
“It’s very nice Beth.”, I replied, sensing the amount of work she must have put into this.
She pulled my chair out holding it for me, sort of laughing, this was something I always did. She slid the chair under me and bounced off to the kitchen. She returned shortly, carrying a large white casserole with a top on it. She set it down and scurried off to the kitchen and returned with a large pot of coffee.
“I had mom make your favorite.”, she said, lifting the top off the casserole.
I knew instantly by the smell, it was homemade Bread Pudding, and it was my favorite dessert. She grabbed a bowl and spooned out a large serving for me, poured me a cup of coffee. She made some for herself and sat down next to me.
“This is a nice surprise Beth.”, I said thanking her.
“Don’t thank me, you better call mom, she made it for you.”, she replied.
“She knew it was for me ? She knew we were getting together for dinner ?”, I asked
“Yea, she did, I told her.”, she answered.
She went on to tell me that Mom had been worried about me lately. I had once again shut myself off from most of the world, staying home a lot, not going out. I have to admit, it was nice, the bread pudding was warm, the coffee was hot, but it was cold outside, really cold below forty degrees. And for New Orleans, that is cold. We finished eating, put the dishes in the sink and moved into the den. Beth had a fire going and that was the only light in the room. She sat next to me on the sofa, watching the flames jump off of the wood. I was think to myself, how did things get this crazy in one year’s time ?
“What are you thinking ?”, Beth asked.
“Nothing.”, I replied, “Things just don’t go like you think they should sometimes.”
“You miss Jennifer ?”, Beth asked.
“No, it’s not that.”, I answered.
“Susan ?”, Beth shot back.
“Yes, I still miss Susan sometimes. I think I always will.”, I responded sadly.
“I miss her too Jeff.” Beth replied, grabbing my hand in hers, “But she knows we still love her. She can see us, she is always with us.”
“Oh God, I hope not Beth. I am not proud of my self lately. I feel I have really let her down.”
“No, you haven’t let her down.”, she scolded, “Never say that to me again.”
We got quiet again as the only sound was the cracking of the wood in the fire. I glanced over at Beth, the fire was dancing in her eyes.
“Jeff, I want you to look at me.”, Beth demanded.
I turned and looked at my wife’s sister. No matter how hard I tried to deny it, she was beautiful. She reminded me a lot of Susan in so many ways. Physically they were much different, but they had so many of the same character traits, the smile, the laugh, the great sense of humor. I guess that’s why it was so easy to love Beth.
“I Love You. Really Love You. I know I messed things up by being indecisive, but I had to be sure. I know I hurt you and I probably lost you for good, but I have to tell you this. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I am willing to go right now to my parents and tell them everything. Tell them I Love You and have for a long time now. If you get up and walk out, I understand, I will move on and I will try and make a life for myself. But I just had to tell you, its your choice. I Love you, I want you, I want to be with you, period. The choice is yours.”, she boldly stated.
“Ok, I’m done.”, she finished.
I just sat there stunned, looking into her eyes. Suddenly my mouth was as dry as the desert, my brain was not working. It seemed like an eternity passed.
“You heard me, I Love you.”, she stated. “It’s simple. Do you love me at all ?”
Again I just sat there stunned, not knowing what to say. Finally I gathered some wits.
“Yes Beth, you know I still love you. But……. “
“No but’s. No regrets. I messed up bad once Jeff, and maybe I lost you, but I need to know.”, she whispered.
“I turned my life upside down to make this possible. Not for you, for us. But you can walk away and nothing will change, I will still love you. You will always be family, I just want you to be more. I want to be loved, liked you loved my sister.”, she stated.
We sat there, holding hands, looking into the fire for a long time. I had a million thoughts running through my mind. I had fallen in love with Beth, what seemed like a very long time ago. Was it still there ? Could we spend the rest of our lives together and be happy ? So many questions, not enough answers. Am I supposed to make a life changing decision in the wink of an eye ?
I looked at the clock, it was almost eleven, Christmas was almost gone. I did not know what I was feeling nor could I attempt to express myself.
“Oh, I almost forgot. I have your present here.”, she said jumping up, running to the stock that was pinned to the mantle of the fire place.
She reached in and carefully pulled a long white envelop from the stocking, turned and walked towards me. She handed me the envelop and told me she would leave me alone for a while. I looked at the envelop which was sealed, nothing on the outside. Beth left the room, and closed the door behind her. I reached under the flap and tore open the envelop, pulling out a single legal sized white sheet of paper that was hand lettered. I opened it up and immediately recognized the hand writing, it was Susan’s. I looked up and Beth was gone, the door was closed. I lowered my eyes back to the letter and started reading.
My Dearest Jeff,
If you are reading this letter, I have left you alone in this world, and for that my darling, I will be eternally sorry. We have fought a long and courageous battle, but in the end it was not meant to be. Please know, my love, without you by my side, I could not have walked these last few miles. You were my rock, my strength, you never gave up hope, you never let me give up. I fell asleep every night holding your hand, I awoke every morning, you were still there. Now as I approach the end of my life, I have no regrets, for I had you, even if it was not as long as we both hoped for . You showed me what true love was, for I know I was your entire world, as you were mine. Perhaps a love as strong as ours cannot endure forever, it is too strong, perhaps it burns itself out. But, if I would have a choice of a short life with you or grow to be a very old woman never knowing you, I would choose the fleeting moments we shared all over again.
I know I will close my eyes soon for the final time, my pain will be forever washed away. Please do not wrap yourself in grief and try to understand what has happened. I want you to, one day in the future, again have a happy life. Please do not let my death, be your own.
Please tell my parents, I love them and for what they have given me, I am so grateful. My mom is strong, but my Dad will take this very hard. Please tell him, he was the only other man in my life that I ever loved. You both made me the woman I am, and I love you both with all of my heart.
I am sorry but I do not have the strength to go on writing, I am so tired. I want to leave you with one last thought my love. For the rest of your life, when you are sad, lonely, hurting, or troubled, close your eyes and feel my loving arms wrapped around you. I will hold you close to me for all of eternity, even in death I will not forget you.
All My Love
Susan
By the time I finished reading the letter, tears were streaming down my cheeks. I pressed the letter to my chest and wrapped my arms around it. I bent over, closed my eyes and cried like an infant. I’m not sure how much time passed until I felt Beth’s hand stroking my hair. I looked up at her, wiping my eyes.
“I’m sorry, I must look like a fool.”, I said apologizing.
“No Jeff, you don’t. You’re the most thoughtful, caring man I know. Never be sorry for that.”, she replied.
“When did you get this letter ?”, I asked Beth. “How ?”
Beth went on to explain that in Susan’s last days, she had called her over to her bedside and handed it to her. Apparently Susan had asked me to go and ask the nurse for some pain medication so she could pass it without my knowledge. Susan had made Beth promise to wait and give me the letter when she felt I needed it most.
“After all that has happened this past year, I just thought now was the right time.”, Beth said.
“It was the best Christmas present I have ever gotten. Thank you Beth.”
Chapter 24
I stood up and pulled Beth close to me, holding her for a long time. As I released her, I kissed her and once again thanked her for a wonderful Christmas. I decided to walk home since it was only around the corner. I needed the cold air to clear my head. It was a very cold, clear night. As I walked home, I looked up at the stars and could not help but think of Susan. I smiled as my hand was holding the letter in my coat pocket, somehow I felt Susan was walking with me. I got home a few minutes later, locked up and got comfortable in my chair. I glanced and saw the message light blinking on the phone, I reached over and pressed the message key.
“Hey Jeff, this is Jen, just uh….wanted to wish you a Merry Christmas. I know it’s not how either of us imagined it would be. I hope your ok, talk to you soon.”
One thing she was definitely right about, this is not how I pictured myself spending Christmas Day, alone. But somehow, I knew I wasn’t alone, Susan was here, if even for only for tonight. I must have fallen asleep in my chair, when I next looked at the clock it was four in the morning. I got up, went to the bedroom and climbed into bed, falling to sleep immediately.
I woke the next morning around nine, it was extremely cold in the house. I walked down the hall and glanced at the thermostat, it was off. The temperature read fifty degrees, no wonder, it was cold in here. I flipped the switch to heat, continued into the kitchen, starting a pot of coffee. The house warmed up quickly, soon the coffee was finished. I drank a few cups while I read the morning paper. I spent the rest of the day cleaning house, washing clothes, getting ready to go back to work the following day.
The following week flew by and New Year’s Eve was approaching again. It seems as you get older, the years pass by so quickly. I made an early New Year’s resolution to get back into the gym full time, I had gotten soft. I had stayed in good shape my entire life. Having played college football for a major SEC school, I was always a fairly large man. My weight had always stayed between 230-240 pounds, but I had held my thirty two waist. Now my pants were a big snug and I knew it was time to get back into a routine.
The following Monday, I started back at the gym full time and it felt good to be exercising again. After a few days, I was back into a full time routine. I received several calls about New Year’s celebrations but I had decided to spend a quiet evening at home. I just wasn’t up to being around a bunch of people drinking and cutting up.
It was Friday, New Year’s Eve was tomorrow , we were wrapping up work until the second of January. I was the last to leave at around six that evening. I stopped at the grocery on the way home, picked up a few things, headed home. I put away the groceries, took a long hot shower and settled in to relax. Around eight that night, I got a call from Jennifer wishing me a Happy New Year. I responded in kind to her, we chatted a bit, then said goodnight. I found it strange that she kept calling me, wondering if Tiffany knew about it. I had made no real attempt to stay in touch with Jen, respecting her decision, not wanting to cause problems between her and Tiffany.
I went to bed that night but couldn’t sleep, tossing and turning. I thought about everything that had happened over the past year, how everything had gotten so confusing. How I had misread Jennifer, the relationship ending how it had. Then Beth coming back and ending her marriage, telling me that she loved me and the decision would be mine if we were to be together. I thought about Beth for the rest of the night and what I really wanted to do with my life. What exactly was it about Beth that made me feel this way ? Yes, she was incredibly attractive, extremely fit and knew how to make a man feel like a man. Or was it that I saw so much of Susan in her ? The smile, the laugh, the look in her eyes , I just was not sure. I’m not sure what time I actually fell asleep, I know it took a long time. Sometime during the early morning hours, I felt a cool, almost cold hand brush my cheek. I heard a soft whisper in my ear, a voice so familiar, yet strange.
“Baby, I love you, please don’t waste any more years, go to her now.”
I opened my eyes startled, sitting straight up in bed. I looked around the dimly lit room, focusing my eyes. I felt something cold on the side of my face, reaching up with my hand brushing my cheek. My face was ice cold and wet to the touch.
As my eyes adjusted to the room, I saw it was empty. I turned and threw my feet to the floor rubbing my eyes. I could have swore, someone was in the room. I looked down at the floor and saw what appeared to be two small wet spots on the hardwood floors. I once again, looked around the room. Maybe someone was in the house. I got up, walked through the entire house checking the doors, but everything was locked, nothing amiss. I must have been dreaming, but it sure seemed so real.
I spent the day relaxing and watching TV, several good football games were on. Around five that evening I got a call from Beth, I had not spoken to her since Christmas night at her place.
“Hi Jeff, how are you ?”, she asked.
“I’m fine Beth, and you ?”, I replied.
“I’m ok, thanks. Are you doing anything later tonight ?”, she asked.
“No, not a thing. Just going to be hanging out here, watching TV.”, I responded.
“Same here. I’m not in the mood for partying.”, Beth stated.
“Yea, I know the feeling.”, I replied.
“Well have a Happy New Year’s, Jeff.”, she wished.
“You too, Beth.”, I responded.
The day passed slowly , I guess about six-thirty that evening the neighbors started shooting fireworks. They had an annual party and always spent a small fortune on fireworks. Several times, Susan and I had set up chairs in our front yard, wrapped in blankets and watched the show. Once again, there were dozens of people across the street all having a very good time. I decided to go sit outside for a while and watch the show, grabbing a chair, a blanket and a thermos of coffee. My neighbors waved to me, wishing me a Happy New Year’s and returned to their festivities. I sat up my chair, poured a cup of cup, wrapped up in the blanket and sat down. The fireworks were extremely colorful and very plentiful, never slowing down as the hours passed. I looked at my watch, it was almost ten-thirty, the temperature was really dropping. I decided to finish my cup of coffee and call it a night. Just as I was about to pickup and go inside, I saw Beth walking down the sidewalk towards me. She waved when she saw me, coming over to where I was sitting.
“What are doing out here tonight ?”, I asked.
“I saw the fireworks from my back door, decided to come watch for a few minutes.”, she replied.
“It’s cold out here.”, I laughed.
“Yea, I know.”, she giggled
“I was just about to go in. I have been out here for about ninety minutes.”, I told her.
“Oh, go ahead, I am not going to stay long. Just watch for about ten minutes.”, she told me.
“You want my chair and blanket ?”, I offered.
“Yea, sounds good.”, she laughed.
I got up, giving her my seat and wrapped the blanket around her. I went inside trying to shake off the cold. I made another pot of coffee, poured a mug and sat down in my chair. The coffee was good and quickly warmed me up. I had just gotten up to pour a second cup when the doorbell rang. I opened the door to see Beth, holding my chair and blanket.
“Here, I have had enough, it’s freezing out here.”, she laughed, “I’m going to get warm.”
“I just made a pot of coffee, you want a cup ?”, I asked.
“That would be great.”, she replied.
She stepped in, I closed the door on the cold night air. We entered the great room, I offered to take her coat and scarf. She sat down on the sofa, I went to the kitchen, poured a cup of coffee and returned handing it to her. She took a small taste of the very hot liquid.
“Mmmmm, this is good. Thank you.”, she said.
I sat down across from her, picking up my cup. She was a beautiful woman, there was no denying it. Even now, dressed only in jeans, a sweater, her hair pulled back in a ponytail, no makeup, she was stunning. She reminded me so much of Susan, in so many ways, I guess it’s why I fell in love with her so quickly. As we sat there drinking our coffee in silence, I could not help but wonder why things had turned out like they had. Two years later and I had traveled full circle, sitting here again with Beth. For some reason, I suddenly thought about the night before and how I was startled from sleep by a voice.
“Baby, I love you, please don’t waste any more years. Go to her now.”
Suddenly, I felt a cold damp breeze, pass behind me. I looked up to see Beth staring at me with a blank stare.
“What’s wrong ?”, I asked.
“I can’t explain it. I just feel strange.”, she replied.
“Strange ?”, I asked.
“Never mind, it’s probably just the cold.”, she laughed.
I got up and poured us each a fresh cup, turning off the pot. I returned , handed Beth her cup and sat down. I looked at the clock it was eight minutes to midnight, almost another New Year. I looked up and saw Beth once again, looking directly at me. She smiled that smile that would stop your heart for a few beats, then just as quickly, jump start it back to life.
“I guess, I should be going, it’s getting late.”, Beth said.
I looked at the clock again, it was eleven-fifty seven, three minutes to midnight. I could hear the intensity of the fireworks pickup outside , anticipating the stroke of midnight,
“Wait just a few minutes, you can hear the grand finale.”, I said pointing towards the front of the house.
“I would, but I’m afraid Jeff.”, she answered.
“Afraid of what ?”, I asked.
“I’m afraid when that clock strikes midnight, I am going to want to kiss you, and if I do, I will never be able to stop.”, she confessed, looking down.
I suddenly knew at that moment, there was no denying it, I was still in love with Beth, I always had been. Perhaps the reason, I never ever said those words to Jennifer, because deep in my heart, I knew better. The words from last night were all too clear, I had one last chance for happiness, if I was willing to go all in on this hand.
“Maybe, I won’t ever ask you to stop Beth.”, I softly responded.
She looked up from her cup, her eyes wide and focused.
“Are you saying…..I mean….Do you….What are you saying Jeff ?”, she stammered.
I set my cup down on the coffee table, leaned towards her and took her hand in mine.
“What I am saying is, I love you. I have since that day over two years ago, the first time I kissed you. You hurt me when you took Lance back, I am not denying that, but as bad as that was, letting you go again, would be worst.”, I admitted.
“Jeff, I am so sorry for what I did to you. So many nights I cried myself to sleep, it hurt so bad. I can’t tell you how many times I wanted to rush over here, jump into your arms. But I thought you were in love with Jen, I didn’t want to ruin your chance for happiness.”, she said as the tears rolled down her cheeks.
“If I could go back and change everything, I would. But I do love you so much and I promise, if you let me I will spend the rest of my life making sure you never regret it.”, she finished between sobs.
I got up moved next to her on the sofa, pulling her close to me. I wiped the tears from her cheek looking into her soft warm eyes.
“You do know, I’m never letting you go again. No matter what happens, no matter who objects.”, I told her.
“You had better not.”, she replied softly.
I sat there holding her close to me, feeling her warm breathe on my cheek. She looked over at the clock and turned to me.
“It’s a new year, let’s start our new life off right.”, she whispered to me.
“What do you mean ?”, I asked ?
She stood up, grabbed her jacket and scarf, turning to me.
“You still have the key to my house, the one we gave you years ago.?”, she asked.
“Yes, it’s here.”, I replied.
“Good. I’m going home. Give me about an hour, then come over. Use the key to let yourself in, I will be waiting.”, she said with a smile.
She turned and walked out, closing the door behind her. I went into my office, opened my desk and was relieved to see the key in the drawer. I picked it up and headed to the bedroom. I jumped into the shower, shaved and changed clothes quickly. I looked at the clock, it was almost two in the morning. I went out, jumped in my car and drove around the corner to Beth’s. I hurried to the door to get out of the cold, unlocked the door and stepped in. I locked the door behind me and walked down the foyer towards the great room. I called out to Beth.
“In here.”, I heard from over my shoulder.
I looked to my right, saw that the master bedroom door was slightly ajar. I pushed it open, my eyes adjusting to the candle lit room. Beth was lying on the huge bed in a floor length, snow white ,silk gown. She was breathtaking, like a scene out of a movie. She held up one hand, asking me to join her. I moved over to the bed and joined her. I leaned over and kissed her, pressing my lips to hers. She responded by easing her tongue between my lips, seeking my own. My hand traveled down the smooth fabric of her gown, until my hand was on her ass. She pressed herself into me, responding to my touch. I reached down to her thigh, gripping the smooth fabric and lifting it slowly up her body. I released her gown and reached down to feel the back of her soft smooth thigh. She moaned into my mouth softly as my hand moved up the back of her thigh. I rolled my hand around the top of her thigh and slowly pushed my way between her legs. She willingly opened her thighs allowing me easier access. I slid my hand up slowly, until I felt her warm, very moist pussy. I extended one finger and began to slowly stroke her slit from top to bottom. Once again she softly moaned into my mouth.
I broke our kiss, and began to slowly move down her body with my lips and tongue. As I reached her thighs , I pushed her long gown up to her hips, completely exposing her pussy. I lowered my mouth to her, pushing my tongue between her smooth lips. She gasped out loud, arching her back slightly. I eased my tongue out of her, and started to gently suck her clit, between my lips. I reached up with my fingers spreading her puffy lips, further exposing her clit. I began to flick my tongue across her swollen clit, stopping only to suck it between my lips for a few seconds. Her breathing was rapid and shallow, her body trembling beneath my mouth. I felt a shiver run through her, then felt her hips come off the bed.
“Oh baby…………..Ohhhhhh…., she cried out.
I pushed my tongue deep inside her, feeling the first spurt of her orgasm wash over it and coating my lips. I eased my tongue out and opened my mouth on her, feeling the second and third waves hit the back of my throat. I stayed with her, feeling her body tremble as waves of pleasure swept over her. She relaxed slowly, her breathing returning to normal. I moved back over her, leaning down, kissing her softly. Her tongue, licked my lips, tasting her cum, then driving past my lips wanting more. She reached down, pushing her hand inside my shorts, finding my rock hard cock. Her hand gently squeezed me, softly stroking me up and down. She reached down with her other hand and pushed my shorts down my legs. She opened her mouth, still on my lips and whispered.
“Make love to me baby, I want you inside me.”
I moved over her as she opened her legs, her hand moving to her pussy. She began to rub her clit, looking up directly into my eyes. I moved forward, reached down and pressed the head of my cock into her opening. I eased between her wet soft lips and with one slow easy motion, pushed completely inside of her. I leaned over her, my head going to her neck, kissing it softly. I could feel her warm breathe in my ear. I began to move slowly inside her, pulling almost all of the way out, then slowly back down again until my hips met hers. Slowly, I increased my speed as I felt her body respond to me, once again. Her arms wrapped around me, clutching me tightly as I felt her hips lift off the bed, slamming into mine. Once again she erupted into orgasm, moaning softly into my ear.
“Oh baby, I love you….I love you…, she whispered.
She gently pushed me off of her and on to my side. She sat up, pulling her gown over her head, completely exposing her beautiful body. She moved down my chest, reaching for my wet, rock hard cock. She quickly wrapped her mouth around me, sucking me deep into her throat. Slowly and very softly her lips moved up and down my shaft, as her hand softly caressed my balls. Soon the speed of her mouth increased, quickly sliding up and down my throbbing cock. My hands moved down to her head, my fingers entwined in her soft silky hair. I couldn’t hold out any longer, I reached out for her.
“Baby, I’m coming…now…, I warned.
She moved her mouth off of me, grabbing my cock in her right hand, stroking it madly. The first stream of cum shot out of my cock landing on my stomach. She lowered her mouth over the head of my cock, as the next waves exploded on her tongue. She continued pumping my cock into her eager mouth, wanting every last drop. My cum was now running out of her mouth and down my shaft. She stayed on my shaft, making sure I was completely drained of fluid. She released my cock, moving back up my body. She leaned over and pressed her lips to mine. I pulled her closed, as I felt her mouth open and her tongue push into my mouth. Her tongue pushed my cum from her mouth into mine then moved around the inside of mouth, coating it with my warm , salty fluid. I swallowed what was left, allowing it to ease down my throat. I reached down her body and my hand met hers, which was buried between her legs. She was eagerly stroking her clit once again, no doubt aroused by the thought of my own cum in my mouth. The speed of her hand increased, and without warning, she erupted into a powerful orgasm that sent fluid gushing from between her legs. She shook violently on her hand, pressing it hard into her slit. It took her breathe away, causing her to gasp for air. Slowly it subsided, as she collapsed on top of my body, her breathing returning to normal. Her face turned to mine, her eyes tearing up slightly.
“I love you baby, I have never felt like this, never felt so loved.”, she whispered.
I held her as she sobbed, her face buried in my neck. I felt the tears stream down my cheeks as well. I pulled her body to me, squeezing her to my chest. I closed my eyes, grateful to whatever had brought me to this time and place, for it was right. This was the woman I loved, though the path was not easy, it was the right one. Today would be the first day of our lives together, I was determined to live each one to the fullest, for no one knows just how many we still have promised to us.
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Slave for a Day Part 2

Standing in the shower with the hot water cleansing her body, Liz started thinking back on what had just happened. She was such an independent woman that she found it difficult to relinquish control to her husband, even if it was just for one day. So why did she feel more aroused than angry? Her pussy ached and she longed to touch it, but Chris had told her not to and she was curious what he had in store for her. When she stepped out of the shower and slipped on her robe she called out for her husband, but got no reply. Curious she followed the scent of freshly brewed coffee down to the kitchen where in her husband’s place she found a note stating “ran to the store, be back soon… and still no touching”
Liz poured herself a cup of coffee and sat down at the dining room table, curious why Chris left so early without waiting for her, but still a bit too hungover to care. Her head had stopped pounding by the second cup of coffee and as she finished the Saturday morning paper she heard the front door open and the sound of grocery bags. As Chris dropped the bags on the counter, he kissed his wife and smiled.
“I figured you could use some coffee before you would be ready to start the day.”
“I could have used it before we started the day a few hours ago,” she teased.
Chris just laughed and said, “Just be glad I didn’t wait and make you make it yourself, after all, you are my slave today, you lost the bet.”
Liz felt her mind cringe at the term slave, yet for some reason she felt herself getting wet at the same time. She couldn’t help but remember how turned on she was from being in such a vulnerable state as her husband used her body for his pleasure. Never in her life had she been that turned on, and now the sensation was beginning to wash over her again.
“Earth to Liz”
“Huh?”
“What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours? You didn’t even hear a word I said,” Chris smiles mischievously as he looks over his wife, “Oh, I know what you were thinking about…”
Liz blushes in embarrassment as she struggles to think of a lie, but can’t come up with anything believable. Chris can’t help but be turned on by her vulnerable state. He’s never seen his wife like this and it’s driving him crazy.
In an attempt to hide her embarrassment, Liz stands and starts putting the groceries away. “What are these for?” she questions Chris as she pulls out chips and salsa and a case of beer.
“That’s what I was telling you earlier but you were off in your own little world…” Liz blushes again at the thought as Chris continues, “I invited Mike and Josh over to watch the game this afternoon, I was thinking it would be nice to have a beer wench to serve us and make sure we don’t have to get up for refills and miss a play.” Chris slaps Liz playfully on the ass as he says this, teasing her in her discomfort.
Liz considers this and her face shows her disappointment at Chris’s plan. She likes his friends and enjoys hanging out with them, but hell, Chris has not let her cum yet and she is going crazy. It will be torture entertaining him and his friends all afternoon when she hasn’t been allowed a release. But a deal is a deal, so with a sigh Liz agrees to entertain while Chris hangs out with his buddies during the game. She finds herself hoping that it’s a blowout score and the guys go home early so Chris can finish what they started early that morning.
As Liz puts away the last of the groceries, she spies a small paper bag that doesn’t look like it came from the grocery store sitting on the counter. She reaches for it asking Chris, “What’s this?”
Before she reaches it, Chris grabs it and shoves it into his pocket. “Don’t worry about that right now, you need to go get dressed.”
Obediently, Liz makes her way up the stairs with Chris following a few steps behind. She gets excited as he follows her into the bedroom, thinking maybe he will end her torture before his friends arrive. As she examines her closet for something comfortable to put on, Chris reaches around her and grabs a sundress she hasn’t worn in quite awhile. “This will do nicely, I think” he remarks as he unties her robe and holds the pale blue dress up to her exposed body.
Liz starts to argue that the dress is not what she would wear for game-day, before she remembers Chris is in charge. She lets the robe fall to the floor, and takes the dress from his hand. She turns to her dresser to take out some panties and the only strapless bra she can wear under the halter top, but Chris cuts her off, standing between her and the drawer. He shakes his head but doesn’t say a word.
Her hands tremble as she unzips the back of the dress and steps into it pulling it over her hips and tying it around her neck. Chris steps up behind her to zip the back, letting his hands caress her thighs and up her hips before he grabs the zipper and pulls it up. His mouth finds the back of her neck as he kisses her and allows his hands to run over the fabric of the dress. He loves seeing how aroused she gets every time he kisses her neck, and his mouth explores down her back and shoulders until she is squirming, desperate for more.
He steps back, leaving her unfulfilled once again, as he admires her body in the dress he chose for her to wear. It is quite low cut, exposing more of her 34C cleavage than she would normally show, and without a bra he can see her nipples straining at the fabric from his attack on the back of her neck with his mouth and tongue. The dress is tight on her body, showing off her curves perfectly, and he feels his cock twitch as he takes her in.
“Get on the bed” he commands as he opens her panty drawer and selects a lavender thong with lace edging.
As she sits on the edge of the bed, he approaches her, laying the thong down beside her and reaching into his pocket for the paper bag he hid from her earlier. As he pulls it out he sets it down next to the thong and pushes her skirt up with his hands exposing her bare pussy. He sees it glistening with her wetness and he smiles down at her. “You’re such a good girl” he taunts her, knowing that she will hate the condescension, but watching as her body gets more aroused by it. Looking at his wife he can almost see the war inside of her head, as her body betrays her minds desire to remain in control.
Slowly Chris slides one finger inside of his wife’s dripping pussy, making her elicit a deep, satisfied moan. Just as slowly he pulls it out, laughing as her frustration escapes her in a sigh. He reaches down beside her and grabs the bag. As she sees the little egg and remote, her eyes get wide. Liz has always enjoyed sex, and her and Chris have had such a great sex life she has never even considered bringing toys into the bedroom. She is uncertain what Chris’s plans are but she knows she doesn’t want anything to do with that little egg. She’s afraid that it will hurt, and she’s more afraid that it will feel good, so good that regular sex will not be quite as satisfactory ever again without a need for props and toys.
Chris can see the fear on her face as she shakes her head no at him, but he disregards it. He grabs her head with one hand and kisses her deeply while the other hand positions the egg at the entrance to her pussy. She is so aroused at this point that her fear gives way to her desire and she pushes her hips forward, needing to feel something inside of her, accepting the egg as Chris’s finger pushes it deep into her until he feels it press against her cervix. He then removes his finger, leaving just the egg behind.
Chris picks up the remote and Liz prepares her body for the worst, but is surprised to feel just a light tingling sensation coming from deep within. She hears herself sigh with pleasure as she tilts her head back and enjoys the new feeling.
Watching his wife react to her new toy, Chris turns the remote setting from low to medium speed and sees Liz start to squirm. Her moaning increases with the increase in vibration, and he turns the remote to off quickly.
“Don’t you dare cum yet,” He commands her before turning it back up to medium speed.
Liz was doing everything she could not to let herself orgasm, as she lays there moaning and desperate for release.
“Very good girl” Chris tells her, impressed by her ability to hold back. He knows she won’t be able to wait much longer and flips the remote up to the highest speed. Liz goes crazy on the bed, still trying not to let herself cum as Chris watches, half amused and half turned on. “Okay, you have done good, you can stop holding back now.”
That is all Liz needs to hear as she gives in to the orgasm she has needed since Chris woke her up that morning. It is unlike any other orgasm she has ever had as wave after wave of pleasure overcome her body. The vibration inside of her makes her keep cumming over and over until she doesn’t know where one orgasm ends and the next begins.
As she comes down from the peak of pleasure, Chris pulls out his now fully erect cock and pulls Liz to the edge of the bed. Her pussy is soaking wet from her series of orgasms that he easily shoves his 8 inches inside of her, filling her completely. He starts fucking his wife hard and fast, taking her as his own personal fuck toy as he satisfies his deepest carnal desires. The vibration of the egg against his cock as it is engulfed by her warm, wet pussy brings him to the edge far too soon and he feels his cock spasm as he sends shot after shot of hot cum deep into his wife’s hole. The sensation of his cock stretching her pussy as he fucked her and came inside of her while the egg vibrated against her g-spot was too much for Liz. She threw her head back and screamed out as another powerful orgasm overwhelmed her. When she was done, Chris let his now limp cock slowly slide out of her and turned off the egg.
“That was incredible,” Liz tells him as she struggles to catch her breath. “I’ve never came like that in my life.”
Chris smiles down at his wife and tells her to put her panties on, watching as her face drops.
“Shouldn’t I get cleaned up and take this thing out first?” she asks him, already knowing the answer before he says it.
“No, baby, you’re going to leave it in for the rest of the day. You might want to work on keeping your moaning down in front of my friends, you wouldn’t want them to know our secret would you?” he replies with an evil grin.
Liz’s face pales as she slips the panties on over her still wet pussy, sealing the egg and her husband’s cum inside of her just as the doorbell rings…

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Zacharias

This is my first attempt at writing any kind of story. That being said i know there will be mistakes and i apologize in advance. I tried to catch all the spelling and grammer errors but im sure i missed a few. I know this is for the most part an erotic stories site and that this chapter doesnt really have any. Rest assured that there will be plenty in future chapter if i get a favorable response. I appreciate constructive criticism so please feel free to let me know what your think.
Prologue
Let me start by saying that I had always been a quiet person. I was always more likely to sit back and watch people have fun and act like idiots. I liked the way I was; I was happy and comfortable, at least mostly. It made me feel safe being on the outside. I guess getting adopted into in a large family as a middle child just outside of Baltimore MD might have had something to do with it.
No one really knows where I came from. According to the orphanage’s records I just showed up on their doorstep with no memory as to who I was or wear I was from. As best they can tell I was about fourteen at the time. The only thing I had with me at the time is what I’m told is an onyx armband shot through with jade that I still can’t get off my left arm. Growing up with seven brothers and three sisters was an experience to say the least. Constant fighting and arguing amongst ourselves but if an outsider hurt one of us they had to watch out for the rest.
My main problem was boredom. There is almost nothing to do in Baltimore especially for a night owl like myself. All night life shuts down at 2A.M. There is nothing. No bars, no nightclubs, and no movies. Hell you can’t even buy a beer in Maryland after 2 A.M. that’s right ladies and gents Baltimore was no place for a night owl. But for some reason I stayed; so most of my life was spent in boredom or online either surfing the web or playing WOW. That’s right I’m a real geek. I played the dreaded MMO. FOR THE HORDE!
Now before I scare anyone else away with how sad and pathetic my life was; let’s just say that is changed with a well timed phone call. I was working a shift as a security guard at a rundown shopping center in west Baltimore when my friend Justin called me. Now I have been friends with Justin since I was adopted at fifteen. At twenty five we know almost everything about each other. Three years ago Justin moved across the country to Las Vegas Nevada and has been trying to get me to move out there ever since. The funny part is that I don’t really know why I didn’t.
The first words out of my mouth? “What’s up Big Sexy? How’s Vegas treating you?” “Not bad Rye. Just another day in the dessert. Bout to head into work was wondering if I could convince you to come in for a drink.” Justin said. Now this had been a long standing conversation between the two of us. Since I was seventeen I had always wanted to move to Las Vegas and Justin knew this.
“Wish I could bro but twenty five hundred miles is a long way to travel for a beer as good as it sounds right now” I said. “Come on superman you can do it. Besides if you moved out here it would be a little closer” “Justin you know I can’t afford a move like that right now. Besides I don’t know the area, would have to find a place to live and a job.” This was my usual argument for when he decided he wanted to push the subject and usually it worked. Apparently it wasn’t going to tonight. “Look Rye I already got it figured out. You move out here and you can live with me. That takes care of the place to live. The city is one big grid so it’s not hard to learn and as for a job I already found you one to get you started.” Now I have to admit I was intrigued.
“What kind of job are we talking about Justin?” He was quiet for a long second. “It’s as a doorman and a titty bar called The Villa. It has bad music and worse dancers. You’ll love it!” I let Justin know I would think about it but not to get his hopes up. We continued to talk about random topics for a few minutes until he had to finish getting ready for work. We said our goodbyes and hung up. I finished my shift at the shopping center and headed home not thinking much about my conversation with Justin.
My week continued about the same as usual; going to work coming home and since I was renting a room from my sister Laura and her girlfriend I would also playing with my nieces. Saturday rolled around and as I was getting ready for work my sister said she needed to talk to me. Figuring that it was about some trouble she was having with her girlfriend Kris I told her to go ahead. “We’re going to lose the house. We can’t afford the place anymore and we’re going to have to move out by the end of the April so we have Three and a half months.”
Needless to say I was a bit dumb struck by this. “Wait I thought. Then why did you have me move in here? I had a decent place that I could afford. I only moved in here to help you and Kris with the rent I thought you said that was enough to help you catch up on your bills.” “Rye I’m sorry it was just too little too late. You’re just going to have to find another place.” ” Ya think. I never would have guessed.” Heading to work, I started thinking about what I planned to do from there.
Work was the same boring job it always was. The occasional gunshot but it was expected for the area I was in. It wasn’t until about three hours into my shift that I figured I would give Justin a call and tell him what was going on. “Hey Big Sexy.” I said in way of greeting. “You’re not going to believe this shit. I have to move out of the house because even with me there Laura can’t afford the rent. I have till the end of April to find a new place.” Justin didn’t miss a beat. “So you’re gonna move out here now right? Three and a half months should be more than enough to get enough money together for the move.” Still not sure about moving across the country I told him I was still thinking about it. “Bro what exactly is there to think about? You hate your jobs, all you do is work, you don’t have that many friends that are still in MD, you’re miserable there, and you’ve been talking about moving to Vegas since you were seventeen. If you move out here it will be a fresh start. Besides doesn’t your friend still live out here? The one you had a crush on as a kid. What was her name again Tiffany, Terri, Taylor…” “Tialynn you mean and yes she does as far as I know; though that’s not really a reason to move out there. I also haven’t talked to her in almost 3 years. The point is I’m not gonna be moving out there just because of a female I don’t even know anymore. Nice try though.” “I had to try something Rye. You’re miserable out there and I miss you Lunchbox. I need someone out here that will help keep me out of most of the trouble I’m prone to.” Lunchbox? Really?
We continued to talk for about an hour. The entire time thinking about what I’m going to do for a place to live. The longer I think about it the better moving to Vegas sounds. Before I bring the topic up again I see three men walking toward a business that is obviously closed. I quickly let Justin know that I need to get off the phone and why. Hanging up I look closer to see that the three are tall, lanky, and are wearing ragged dirty clothes with sunken eyes behind the cheap masks they have on. One man was carrying a breaker bar and looked to be in charge. The other two had what looked like small sheath knives at their waists. I was more worried about Mr. Breaker bar with his five foot steel rod. Somebody was over compensating.
I quickly called Sgt. Brians with the Baltimore police and let him know that I believed three armed with a breaker bar and knives where about to break into the small electronics store in the shopping center. “OK I’ll send over my closest patrol unit over as soon as possible. Someone should be there in about five minutes and Blackburn I’ve checked into your military record. I’ve never seen some much blacked out in one file. Do not approach these men. This is a police matter. Unless bystanders are exposed to a direct threat you are to stay away.” I hate when people call me by my last name. That’s all I was called until I left the marines eight months ago and how the hell did he get my military records. “I know Sgt. Brians and please call me Rye. I responded to Blackburn for six years of my life and don’t want to anymore.” “Fine just stay safe and keep your eyes open.” Brians said. “Will do see you soon.”
I switched on the pen camera in my tactical vest and stood next to my little ford explorer and waited. Parked about one hundred twenty yards away from the store front I could see very clearly when Mr. Breaker bar shattered the store front window then pried the steel grate away from the window frame. He was quick and efficient. After the two with knives climbed through the window Mr. Breaker bar leaned his name sake against the side of the building and pulled a compact handgun from his waist band and stood outside waiting, hiding the gun behind his right leg.
The little red head that walked around the corner of the building probably chose the worst time all week to go to the laundry mat. Why a sixteen year old little girl decided it was a good idea to wait this late to do her laundry I’m still confused about. You would think that at three A.M. this cute little white girl would be locked in her room fast asleep especially in such a rundown neighborhood on a Monday morning. Mr. Breaker bar saw her and moved out of her line of sight while the girl kept walking closer to him struggling with her burden oblivious of the trouble she was about to walk into.
One hundred yards, eighty yards, sixty yards, by the time the girl walked past Mr. Breaker bar’s little hole in the wall I was twenty yards away. He grabbed her from behind as she saw the broken window; left hand going over her mouth and the right pushing the gun into her ribs behind her right arm. The distinct sound of the hammer on the gun being drawn back stopped her struggles. He whispered in her ear then moved his hand from her mouth and followed her into the building through the broken window. Where the hell is a cop when you need one right? Pulling the Beretta 96A1 from the tactical holster on my thigh, I moved to the window.
Mr. Breaker bar had moved fast. In the ninety seconds it took me to move the twenty remaining yards to the window unseen, he and one of the goons had the poor girl on the ground bound and gagged with her own dirty clothes while the third stood watching holding Mr. Breaker bar’s gun. Her shirt and bra where cut open and her skirt pushed up around her waist. She had started struggling again. We both knew what they planned.
The static that filled me then was familiar and for once welcome. Before, any time I got in a fight when I was young, or had to “do my duty” while I was in the service, this is what would happen. A place for my conscience to go while the rest of me does the bad thing that has to get done. A shrink told me once that she believed it was a defense mechanism so that in a combat situation I could do what needed to be done and survive. I really hope that’s all it is but I have my doubts.
I aimed my forty at goon number three still holding the gun pointed at the girl. “Don’t move” I said. The gun raised and started to swing my way. I fired two rounds into his chest. A look of shock and confusion crossed his face as he tried to continue to bring the pistol up to aim as he started to fall backward. A third hole appeared at the bridge of his nose. He hit the ground next to the girl splashing blood and other things across her face and chest. Therapy, this poor girl was gonna need a lot of therapy. My gun swung to the remaining two robbers and would be rapists. They didn’t move still staring at the friend lying on the floor as blood and grey matter leaked onto to the floor. I could see red and blue lights flashing in the building coming from the parking lot. “Both of you slowly move away from the girl get on your knees facing the wall and lace your fingers behind your head.” In a daze both men slowly did as I said.
Two uniformed officers entered the store side arms drawn and pointed at me. Great of course they would see me as the threat. “Drop the weapon and put your hands behind your fucking head. “ Even better a rookie and another I didn’t know. I moved my arm out to the side further away from Mr. Breaker bar and his friend flicked the safety on and dropped it to the floor. I was pushed against a nearby counter, relieved of all other weapons after telling them where they were, and then hand cuffed.
The officers were doing the same to Mr. Breaker and his friend when another squad car and Sgt. Brians pulled up. I told Brians what had happened in detail and the girl whose name I found out was Angela Moritz corroborated with what she had experienced. I asked Brians to call my boss to explain what happened and to send someone to relieve me. It was a long night after that and an even longer three months.
The pen camera made the court case very easy for the DA. Mr. Breaker bar and his friend signed confessions and were sentenced to fifteen years. Angela did need therapy. And I ended up with a justified homicide on my record and my name and picture in the paper. Just what I always wanted, right!
I had decided to take Justin up on his offer so during the three month trial I had continued to work and save my money as much as I could. My boss had given me a bonus because I had gotten the companies name in the paper and the good press had helped business. I made plans to make the move on April twelfth and Justin decided to fly out and make the drive with me. The twelfth came around I said my goodbyes and we hit the road at about eight P.M.
“What do you mean he’s coming out here, as in to party with a few of his friends?” Tialynn asked her friend Laura confused as to why she was bringing up her old heart ache on their once a month phone call. Why would laura bring up her brother Rye coming out to Vegas for a party with friends. She hadn’t heard from Rye in three years and she hasn’t seen him since he went to basic training. Shortly after basic she and her adopted family had had to move to Las Vegas because of work. They had two years together and then he disappeared for the most part. “No as in he’s moving out there with his friend Justin. They left about five hours ago. I tried to get a hold of you sooner but someone doesn’t like to return phone calls.” “Why is he moving out here? This city isn’t the best place for him if he is anything like I remember.”
Memories of the quiet thoughtful young man she remembered flooded her memory. Always willing to stick up for family and friends. “He’s changed a lot since he got out of the corp. He can’t talk about where he was or what he did. He’s Rye. All quiet and brooding willing help his friends and family but there’s something hard about him now especially since the incident three months ago.” “What incident three months ago?” the question coming across as a little aggressive. “Well he was doing his guard dog thing and three idiots broke into one of the stores in the strip mall he was guarding. It wouldn’t have been a big deal but after they broke in a girl walked in front of the store and was grabbed by one of the men before Rye could get there. By the time Rye got to the building one of the men had a gun drawn while the other two were trying to rape the girl. The man with the gun ended up dead and the other two are already serving fifteen years.” Tialynn was shocked. How could the young man she knew almost seven years ago kill someone. She understood the why and had killed for less but she just couldn’t see Rye killing.
What would he think if he knew what she was and what she had become. Not only was she unseelie sidhe but she had been attacked by a rogue vampire shortly after moving to Vegas. Yeah that’s bad but it gets worse. The rogue turned her. Tialynn didn’t get it easy though. After 6 days of agony which was four more than most have to endure for the change she finds that her sire is dead at the hands of vampire queen Valentina. On top of that she doesn’t get to be just another vampire; she is a succubus, something that hasn’t made in twelve hundred years. It’s so rare because to create a succubus a sidhe has to be drained of blood almost completely and then exchange blood with a vampire. A vampire has to consume human blood to survive along with eating normal food. A succubus has to consume strong emotion any will do but to fully satisfy the hunger lust or rage are required which is where the stories about female demons seducing men come from. Well most of them are just men looking for an excuse to sleep around but it started with the sidhe vampire half breed.
“Tialynn? Tialynn are you still there?” “ Yeah sorry I was just lost in thought for a while there. Did Rye talk to anyone about what happened?” Tialynn asked. “ No other then the police and while in court he hasn’t talked about it to anyone that I know of. Hey Kris just got home from work so I’m going to get ready for bed. I call you again soon OK?” “ Sure laura thanks for letting me know whats been going on for the past few months. You and Kris get some sleep. I’ll talk to you again soon. Bye.”
Tialynn hung up her cell and headed toward Valintina’s rooms. She didn’t know what Rye being here would mean but she would have to tell her queen. Valintina had taken Tialynn in after she was turned, teaching her about the Vegas underworld and how to control not only the power that came with being the undead but also the unseelie powers that came to her all at once. The mental strain of sidhe magic is not meant to occur until after the twenty fifth year of life after the mind has had a chance to fully develop and only one at a time. No one knew why the change caused all of the abilities to manifest at one time and when she was only nineteen. The first four years had been challenging and dangerous to anyone who got close to her. Valintina was the only one willing to risk helping and training her for her new life.

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a guide to cunnilingus

I am a woman who knows what she likes, and has had all too many experiences with men who didn’t seem to have the vaguest idea what they were doing between her legs.

Forced To Be Female Part 1

This started when I was 18 years old. I did some bad things that I would rather not go into and was sentenced to 15 years in Florida Department of Corrections.

Why I Met Your Mother – Chapter 4

As with all of my stories, this is pure fiction. Obviously I do not personally condone any of the actions or behaviours displayed by the characters. It is written for enjoyment and should only really be read by those who can differentiate fantasy from reality.

Caught with Porn Pictures by a Female Teacher

Caught with Porn Pictures by a Female Teacher
__I’m Ms. (Tami) Clark. I’m a new female high school graphic arts teacher. I had attended this very high school just 3 years earlier. We had computer art and non-computer art. I had one male student that was very handsome and really good at any kind of art. I found myself taking a personal interest in him. I took him to paint scenes for the drama department. We were doing some set design one day alone on the stage.
He had his notes and drawings for his suggestions. Without thinking I put my hand on his back and said: “Oh Mich, these are so good.” It startled him and he dropped his note book. Out fell other drawings of his. I squatted down to help him pick them up. His eyes zoomed in, right up my dress. He was one student I didn’t mind taking a look up my dress. We both smiled and pick up all his stuff. I spotted some of his other drawings. He quick tried to grab them.
They were drawings of a guys hands groping girls tits and pussy‘s. I said: “Mich, I’m a grown woman, let me see them please.” He was embarrassed but handed them over to me. The art work was outstanding. The detail, the colors all were professional looking. I whispered: (“Mich, these are beautiful, did you do them from your imagination or did you look at a picture?”) He smiled a little and whispered nervously:
(“Ms. Clark…the girl …..well..a….she is you, and…a… the hands are mine. I kinda used you as a model and my own hands as a model. I‘m sorry if I did anything wrong.”)
I took the pictures and put them in my note book. “I want to study these, do you mind?” I said. He said: “I don’t want to get in trouble…but, go ahead. Am I already in trouble?” I said no, not at all, but lets just keep these between you and I, ok? I realized my hand was on his back again. He took my other hand and studied it carefully. He said: “You have beautiful hands Ms. Clark. I look at them a lot, but never this close. He held my hand like it was gold or something, very delicately and now my hand began a slight tremble.
He now held my hand with both his hands. His hands were warm and I was losing it going in a little trance. I tried real hard to withdraw my hand but it was just to beautiful the way he felt it.
“Could I use them as a model for some future drawings?”
How could I say no to that. I had to whisper: (“…yes Mich, but we’ll have to be very private and discreet about it. Ok?”) He looked up at me with his beautiful green eyes. He looked around. We were alone on the stage. He quick kissed my hand and took off running.
My mind was breaking all the school rules. Touching a student. Letting him touch you and on and on. He had simply been the first student to ever make me aroused. I stood there and felt the wet in my panties as I could still feel his warm hand on mine. I couldn‘t help it, I felt very sexually attracted to him. I tried not to, but instead of enforcing the school rules in my mind, I was thinking of ways to get around them.
He stayed on my mind a lot now. I had to find a secret place to model my hands for him. At school was out, way to risky. My house was the only place and at night, so prying eyes would not see him coming and going.
That night I sat on my couch. I took out the pictures he had drawn to study them. My god he was good. I looked carefully. The girls clothes were mine ok. Those were his and my hands also. I looked at one and where he had his hand on mine as it was over my pussy. His other hand was up my skirt squeezing my leg. No faces were in the pictures, so no one could tell it was us. No rings or jewelry Nothing to I.D. us.
I began to stare and fantasize…..feeling his hand over mine on my pussy was so hot looking. My leg began to tingle looking at the picture of him squeezing it. I wondered what it really felt like to be groped by him. I was getting aroused by his picture.
The next picture was his hand inside my unbuttoned blouse. He was behind me. His one hand was inside my bra with my nipple showing. I had my hand on his arm, just resting on it, not struggling to remove his hand. I must have looked at the picture for 10 minutes with another fantasy coming up in my head.
I stopped. I went and put my robe on. I took a big breath and went back to my couch to look at the next one. I opened the folder. I looked at the next picture…
I gasp and closed the folder.
My heart started pounding at what I saw.
It was my waist and upper legs, with a dress I owned pulled up to my waist. My panties were pulled part way down and His fingers were in my pubic hair. My fingers were on my clit. In the picture I was touching my clit as it showed he had a finger in my pussy.
He some how made our fingers look wet. My other hand was guiding his fingers in my pussy. His other hand was feeling my bare tit. How he got it so vivid, I just don’t know. How he was able to capture it with out me actually modeling it?
The picture was so sexy I was instantly wet knowing it was me in the picture. I have a full bush of pubic hair and he drew that too. How could he have known that?
I stopped right there. It was my bed time and I needed to lay down after seeing that picture. I tried to go to sleep. I kept seeing my and his hands on me. It was better than a photograph. He placed us so every thing was in the picture just perfect. Shadows gone and almost each pubic hair was showing, and some he drew…. looked wet. I thought how I sure didn’t need to get all horny over a student, but he was different. I had to deal with it, I was falling for him.
I hadn’t masturbated in a long time. I gave ’myself’ permission to do it this time, so I could get to sleep. I put my hand down in my panties and started in. I was already wet and it felt slick and warm. I used two fingers to work in my pussy and massage my G spot. I was never this aroused before when I masturbated for relief. I imagined him on top of me with his erection in me this time.
I wrestled with my thoughts telling myself ’you shouldn’t be doing this…..if you get caught touching him, major trouble and even the police.’ My fingers and pussy just kept right on pleasuring me.
I finally had to give in and started finger fucking myself fast and deep. I squirmed and moaned until I felt that orgasm come and take my body and twitch it and leave me panting.
I fell asleep feeling his erection in me and his warm hands feeling my tits…
Mitch……
Mom had gone to bed and I got out my hidden drawings. Ms. Clark would really faint if she saw these. I had her and I naked and fucking in one, her giving a faceless guy (me) a hot blow job. Her face was splattered with my cum with her mouth open. It only showed her beautiful mouth. I had lots of them but I loved to draw me groping her best.
Now getting a close look at her hands and feeling them I was really inspired to draw a super hot one of us. She was so beautiful, sexy and those soft sweet looking hands. I pictured them wrapped around my cock, jacking me off with her lips wide open to catch my cum in her oh so sexy mouth.
I was drawing the picture in my head and arranged it just right. When I had it just right…there was a problem. Her beautiful face was in the picture. I realized… I wanted her face in the picture. Where can I get a picture of her face to get all the final details I wanted.
I had to sneak one with my phone camera.
Tami……
I had to secretly set up a time to get him over to my house at night. I kept him after class. I locked the door and talked to him quietly. He was so hot looking it was hard to be around him and not, get wet. Those hot pictures of me and his hands kept looming up in my mind.
I thought back how my uncle use to tickle me and feel so close to my tits. It excited me as I giggled I let him feel more, but pretended to be pushing his hand away. He once took his finger and put it inside my panties and rubbed my clit.
I never forgot that feeling of excitement I felt that time his warm hands held me. I remember watching his hands inside my panties fingering me, just like one of Mich’s pictures looked like.
No one knows, or will ever know what all my uncle and I did in the closet. I got aggressive with him wanted him to let me feel him too. His warnings about getting caught didn’t stand in the way of me wanting to do more sex feeling stuff. I was a determined girl, and spoiled at that.
I got my way with him.
Now it was happening again, only way hotter now with Mich. No one ever knew it, but my uncle licked my pussy in that closet. He was the sexiest man ever in my mind then. Now I wanted Mich’s tongue to do the same, without getting us caught. I had no willpower to stop what was about to happen.
—-
I told Mich to ask his moms permission to ‘sleepover’ at his new friends house, ‘Bobby Clark‘. A non-existent kid. If she called here I would answer as ‘Bobby Clark’s mom, and she could talk to you to verify you were here. Mitch was stunned at the idea of spending all night at my house. “Ms. Clark, your so clever I….”
The look in his eyes was priceless. I could see his admiration for me making him so excited. I knew he was thinking about where our hands would be, posing me for his picture. Our smiling at each other for those long moments was a classic time for our memories, and we both knew it. I watched his erection grow in his pants.
I squeezed his arm and sent him on his way. I watched him holding his notebook over his erection. That gave me a smile and a twinge in my pussy, knowing I had caused him to get that sexually excited over me. My pussy felt so warm and wet.
Friday night came. As soon as it got dark, I heard tapping at my back door. I had all the blinds shut and only the light from the stairs on. He came in with his backpack and drawing book. My god…. my heart was beating fast. I realized then I had it bad for Mich. Falling for a teen guy student was excitingly dangerous. I had a flash fantasy of us in my bed. It jolted me and I gasp as I helped him put his stuff down.
First we had to talk on the couch. I wanted to prepare him for what I had in mind. At this point he would do anything I ask him to. I couldn’t help but feel the total control over him. This brought up a sexual feelings in me I never had before.
Mich…….
I was sure now I was totally in love with Ms. Clark, and it felt wonderful. I had to find a way to let her know, without her just patting me on the head and fluffing it off. We sat by each other on her couch. She had on a white low cut blouse, a red short skirt and her hair piled up on her head. She was turned towards me with one knee up on the couch and her arm up on the back of the couch. I had on my regular school clothes except I had on shorts with a elastic waist. I had my note book over my crouch to cover a hardon I knew I might get.
I looked at her beautiful smiling eyes and then looked up at her skirt. I saw a big patch of pubic hair between her sexy legs, just like I imagined. I know she saw me looking. I had planned out what I was going to say to her and how I felt about her….but now my mind went blank. I looked at her cleavage and pictured my hand feeling her soft looking nice tits.
She was watching my eyes and talking real sexy in a low tone. She took my hand and said: “Mich I want to let you know….” I just leaned to her and kissed her softly. She just let me do it. She sucked a big breath and it all just happened.
Our arms went around us and we both gasp for air. I was kissing the most beautiful girl in the world. She sank back slowly pulling me on top of her. She whispered: (“…oh Mich, we have to talk about this. We have to keep this top secret and never let anyone know about this….your so special to me….feel me Mich….feel me all over.”
Tami……..
I wasn’t expecting him to lean over and kiss me. My whole body buzzed in shock. He just made it so easy for me to get to what I wanted. Him and I in bed, having beautiful lovers sex. I had to discuss many things with him so we never got caught doing it. My mind tried to think of everything at once. The kiss had jumbled my thinking…now all I could think about was him on top of me and my arms around his warm body. Damn…he knew how to turn me on so good. His fingers ran through my hair, felt my face. He softly kissed me and my tongue came out to meet his.
Oh how I had wanted this and now I was indulging in the pure pleasure of having him on me, with his big erection pressing between my legs. I ran my hands under the back of his shirt and felt his warm skin. Then down his shorts and felt his cute ass.
He started sliding down kissing my cleavage. I unbuttoned my blouse for him. No bra to restrict his own indulgence. He was so gentle as he kissed my tits and nipples. I lay there feeling his hair and slowly squirmed.
I dare not think about where I wanted him to kiss next. I could orgasm so easy right now, I wanted to save it for his….oh god…
He’s sliding down further now, kissing his way down. He’s feeling my legs. This is the peak of anticipation. I want him to lick my pussy so bad.
Mich…….
She was just letting me do all the things I had fantasized about, and more. Now I was watching my hands feel her for real. I was kissing her, feeling her, kissing her tits, kissing her tummy and headed down to her pussy….now…. for real. I loved to feel her squirm under me.
I didn’t care about ’rules’ of any kind, I was knocking on heavens door.
Tami……
It was so hard to think with all the pleasure I was feeling. Watching him lift my skirt up was almost more than I could take. I parted my legs and waited to feel his tongue travel up and down my wet slit. He sure didn’t disappoint me. I held his head and squirmed as he did just that.
A flash of my uncle went through my mind as wonderful memories came back. It was part 2 in my sex life in a world of mind shaking orgasms peaking inside me. He knew just how to please my pussy. It was all happening so fast and I felt like I was on a bullet train to happiness. I rested my legs on his back and began the natural movements that would lead to that peak feeling I wanted.
I had only had oral sex in my life. My uncle said to save that final act for a special guy that would come along in my life. He was so right…and now here he was, licking my pussy right now.
I was going to fuck Mich and make him mine to keep. My orgasms started coming as the words burst out of mouth… “Oh Mich!” and the trembles started. Perfection of his oral sex had me so ready for him.
I pulled him up on me and pushed his shorts down. I wrapped my fingers around his erection and my trembling hand guided it in me. He had the trembles just like me and our breathless lips met. We groaned and a flurry of our hands and arms rushed to wrap us together. It was happening.
Mich…..
So this was what heaven was like. Wrapped together with the ultimate girl and my hardon in her warm wet pussy. Her pussy moved inside like welcoming my hardon. Our bodies started moving together in a floating feeling. I felt like a rocket was about to take off and we were on it.
I thought….life doesn’t get any better than this…….
Tami……..
It was euphoria on top of euphoria. We were a perfect match and here it came to blend our souls together. I had wanted to have sex with my uncle and imagined it so many times, this was the real thing as my pussy felt what I had wanted for so long. To have his hot body on mine was the peak of ‘us’ and we were going to cum together.
He whispered breathlessly: (“….I love you Tami. Your so perfect. I’ve dreamed about you so many times, but now your real and ….ooooo…yes…I’m gonna…oh Tami…it’s happening…”) We both began to fuck as hard and deep as we could. He squeezed me so tight I saw flashed of beautiful light as we kissed and I felt his hot cum gushing in me. I climaxed so hard I started shaking all over. Our sweet moans filled the room as the indescribable feelings took us by surprise and jumbled our brains with euphoric pleasure. I mashed my lips to his and our tongues made love to each other. Tears of joy ran down my face as we kept fucking to squeezed the last drop of pleasure out of us….and beyond.
——
I had a talk with Mich’s mom. Before I could try and explain how I felt about her son…she smiled and interrupted me. “Mich is totally in love you, Ms. Clark. Your all he talks about, dreams about and I’ve found drawings and drawings of you hidden in his room. He couldn’t have picked a more beautiful and wonderful woman than you. What you two do is your concern. I’m just a happy mom.
I sat stunned.
Mich came in the room and we went up to his bedroom. He had a camera on a tripod set up to take pictures. He had a remote button and pushed it. The camera began to take still pictures every so often of him groping me, feeling me, kissing my body and…..I felt faint as he lowered me to the floor. He began to undress me…at the camera clicked away….it was too much as I just pulled him down on top of me. He smiled and whispered: (“ ..to bad I can’t draw feelings..”)
Up went my skirt, off went my panties. Out went my legs, up went my knees and in went his tongue in my wet pussy. When we couldn’t stand it anymore, we both guided his cock in me. We heard his mom’s car start up and leave. The sounds that came out of us were awesome. Two lovers driving for the same goal, to fuck and fuck some more. Our clothes got ripped and I dug my fingernails in his ass and held tight. It was happening again only better….when we thought it couldn’t get any better. I locked my legs around his and pulled as hard as I could as I climaxed and shook as time seemed to stop. He flooded me with his cum. I could feel each shot going in me. I felt him get weak and moan as I joined him in a unknown world of splendor…..
Days later, we sat on my couch with our arms all wrapped around us together and watched the pictures of us his camera took. The computer says there are 200 pictures in the file, so far we’ve only made to about #12 before our hands start groping us. I grope him now. I snuggle up to him and put my hand down his pants. I feel his hot growing hardon. I put his hand in my panties to feel my warm wet pussy.
I whisper: (“…can’t you keep your hands off me ‘Student‘?”) We smile and then have a long hot wet kiss. He whispers so sexy in my ear and says: (“…are you going to report me, ’Teacher’?”), as he rolls over on top of me.
I always gasp, …. and say: (“…only if you stop.”)

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The prick cheated on me… My Husband Mike, of five years. I’ve had my suspicions for a few months now, but never any proof. That is, until, last Saturday night. He call’s it guys night. Would be an appropriate title if he were out fucking a guy instead of his secretary, Stacy. My name is Sarah, and my marriage with my husband has been pretty until this point. I had decided to bring him some leftovers from the latest dinner that he missed, because he just had to work late… again. As I pulled into the parking lot of his building, I noticed the steamy windows and not so gentle rocking motion of his car. It really wasn’t that hard to watch undetected. He seemed all too preoccupied by her eighteen-year-old pussy, thrusting itself on his cock, and I could hear their moans from across the lot.
I didn’t need to be next to the car to know that the sounds they made next, meant that he had shot his load and filled her pussy with his cum. Mike always shot a big load too. I’ll bet when she got off of him her pussy dripped his cum all over the back seat…
I left before they finished cleaning up. Now, to plan my revenge. I know his best friend James has always wanted to fuck me. I can tell by the way he checks me out when Mike isn’t looking, and I have to admit that I have, on occasion, dropped a thing or two in front of him just so I have to bend over to pick it up. I have always liked the idea of someone wanting me, knowing that they can’t have me. Teasing them purposely, knowing that they will be stroking their dicks later to the thought of me. James will do perfectly. I give him a call and tell him to come over for a few drinks before Mike gets home. He seems reluctant at first but agrees when I promise to make it worth his while.
I had changed as soon as I got home, and am now wearing the shortest skirt I own and a tight blouse unbuttoned almost all the way. I didn’t bother with panties or a bra; I am on a strict schedule. As I sit talking with James, I reveal to him what I witnessed earlier that night. He told me how sorry he was and wished there was something he could do to help.
“Oh there is something…”
“What?”
“I want you to fuck me.”
“What?! I can’t do that!”
“Why not? I know you want to. I want to fuck you too, James.”
“But, Mike is my friend…”
“James, he cheated on me first. If you don’t fuck me then I will just go out and find someone else.”
I begin to run my hand over his already stiff dick, though his jeans.
“ Now James, I know you want to fuck me so why not let it happen?”
I slide off the couch and position myself between his legs, massaging his cock through the denim the whole time. He tries to close his legs but I force them open and quickly attack his zipper. Taking his nine-inch dick out as he gives in to what is happening. Mike’s dick is only six inches and I have no trouble deepthroating it, but I can tell that the manhood in front of me will be an overdue challenge. I begin to stroke it gently and tease the tip with my tongue. Moans of pleasure trickle out of him as I take his cock in my mouth and suck. I can taste the bit of pre-cum leaking from his dick as I suck on his hard-on and begin to rub on his balls. I can now feel my pussy getting wet as I feel him begin to thrust his cock to the back of my throat.
“Oh fuck, don’t stop. I think I’m gonna cum!”
I want to taste his cum so bad. As I feel his dick pulsate and begin to spray his thick load in my mouth, the front door opens and Mike walks in. Perfect timing. I continue to swallow every last drop of James’s warm cum and my husband stands in shock of what he sees. When I am done with James, I take his cock out of my mouth.
“Welcome home, honey.”
James, now noticing mike, slowly begins to pull his pants up.
“Sarah, what the fuck are you doing?
“No worse that what you did with Stacy earlier.”
“You saw that… How did you…”
“Never mind that you son of a bitch. Just get used to this because it is gonna be your payback until I feel that you are really sorry for what you did.”
“What?”
“Yep. And I will fuck anyone I want, whenever I want until then. And I might even make you watch. Starting tonight.”
I walk over to Mike and grab him by his tie and drag him to the chair facing the couch. I shove him down and tell him that if he wants me to stay with his cheating ass the he will do what I tell him. And I tell him to watch. I walk over to James who has his pants back up but not yet buttoned.
“We’re not done yet.”
I kneel, rip his jeans back down to his ankles and take his cock back in my mouth. I need it hard again, and it doesn’t take long to get there. I take my mouth off of his cock, stroke it lightly with my hand and look at mike.
“How does it feel, watching me stroke another man’s cock?”
I suck his dick for a while and just let mike watch. My pussy is dripping now. I take two fingers and probe my pussy as I suck James’s cock in front of my husband.
“Honey, Remember when you asked me to give you a rimjob and I said no?”
I lift James’s legs and flick my tongue over his ass hole and up to his balls.
“Is this what you wanted?”
My tongue exploring James until it reaches his hole and I begin to probe inside.
“Oh James, Your ass tastes good.”
My tongue goes as deep as it can as I savor his taste. But my pussy is burning and needs to be fucked, so I ease myself up from his ass and tell James to get up. I get down on my knees facing Mike and tell him to keep his eyes on me as James fucks me from behind. James kneels down behind me and my wet pussy is begging for him to enter.
“James, I want your hard cock so bad.”
James slides his manhood into me with no effort. Pounding away at my pussy, I can feel his dick stretching my walls.
“ Oh fuck me James, Fuck me! HARDER!”
“Oh it feels so good! Your dick is so fucking big! It feels so much better than my husband’s! Oh YES YES YEEEEEESSSSSSS! Oh I’m gonna CUM! Don’t stop fucking me!”
I can feel James’s cock begin to pulse. He is ready to cum too.
“Cum inside my pussy! I need your cum in my pussy, James! CUM WITH ME! IM CUUUUUUUMMMMMMIIIIIINNNNGGGGG!”
And with that, a huge wave shot through my body making my arms buckle and my face fall to the floor as James shoots another huge load deep into my pussy. We both scream in pleasure as our climax slowly comes to an end. After a few seconds James pulls out of my wet cum drenched pussy. He puts his pants back on and heads for the door with his head hung in shame. I call to him…
“ See you tomorrow night, James.”
He says nothing as he heads out the door.
“As for you…”
I turn to look at my husband. I get up from the floor, James’s cum still dripping down my leg from my pussy.
“I think Ill give you the pleasure of cleaning me up.”
I pull him to the floor in front of me and present my red, worn, cumsoaked pussy to his mouth. And I look down at his jeans to see a large cumstain and his fully erect dick bulging in his pants…
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READING ALLOWED, Part 8
By lamignonne and Zenmackie
Marie felt wretched. While he was gone, it had been easy to nurture her feelings of resentment towards him for leaving her alone all day, tied up and bored, and suffering acutely from her unsatisfied lust. As the long day had worn on, her jaw aching more by the hour, her stomach growling, her body cold and bruised and her head more often than not in one of his toilets, Marie’s frustration had grown and grown. She’d even started to feel like she was justified in snooping around in his study. After all, she’d given up her whole weekend for him and he hadn’t even seen fit to stay at home!
Marie hadn’t been able to form any kind of resolve about how she was going to behave when her Master came home, other than the vague idea that she certainly deserved some attention from him and would be prepared to communicate just that if she didn’t get any. But her resolution wavered the second she sensed him in the bathroom. He’d startled her, standing there so quietly while she worked, squashed up against the toilet for all the world as if she were embracing it. She’d dropped the cleaning brush and it had splashed her, and just like that, she was at a disadvantage. As usual.
As she’d struggled to kneel the way he liked, Marie tried to cope with the confusing riot of emotions that she was feeling. On the one hand, she was still mad at him, anxious to show him that she didn’t appreciate his leaving her; on the other, his presence overwhelmed her, intruded even on her carefully nourished anger, and all her instincts were screaming at her to throw herself at his feet and show him her joy and relief that he’d returned. Her desire to have her suffering acknowledged by him warred with the desire to suffer still more, to do anything he wanted as long as he would smile at her and tell her she was a good girl. She could feel him studying her and trembled. Her urge to grovel grew stronger as he approached her, overpowering her with his presence, torturing her with suspense. As he gripped her chin and raised her face to look in her eyes, Marie had panicked, terrified he’d be able to see her every disloyal, petulant thought, and then she had made the terrible choice to show him her anger.
How quickly he’d put her in her place, she thought miserably now. In truth, he’d had all the power from the moment he’d come into the bathroom, had controlled her more efficiently with just his presence than his chains had been able to do throughout the long day. He stood before her and her body shook with the desire to kneel; he humiliated her and she craved his approval beyond every other need. She had tried defiance just this once, confronting him with nothing more than the look in her eyes, and his reaction had been immediate, painful and devastatingly effective. Marie had realized again, with excruciating clarity, that her attitude was still all wrong. It was her privilege to be allowed to spend the weekend with him, her undeserved honor that he was willing to teach her. After all, she hadn’t been a very good slave…
She clung to his ankles, her forehead resting on his feet, trying to control her sobs and hoping against hope that her obvious contrition would mollify his displeasure with her. At long last, he spoke.
“You’re getting toilet-water all over my shoes.”
The mildness of his tone, with its bare hint of amusement, filled her with such relief and delight that Marie felt like scampering around the bathroom and wagging her tail like the good little doggie she wanted to be for him. But she made herself hold perfectly still for a moment, then slowly raised her face to his again and, trying very hard not to smile, said, “I’m sorry, Master.”
Yes! His expression was now one of bemused affection; he was no longer angry with her! Oh, thank God.
He grabbed a hand-towel from a nearby rack, roughly dried her face and hair with it then threw it down on the floor beside her. Marie knew he was expecting her to use it to dry his shoes.
Instead she once more lowered her head….and began licking them clean.
It didn’t take long—less than a minute—to complete the task, but something about it, the complete and utter abasement of kneeling at his feet, naked and in chains, licking toilet water from his shoes, was setting her on fire. She had no time to analyze it—all she knew was she had to have his cock in her mouth—now.
She sat up. Her eyes flickered up to him once—he was frowning down at her, but not angrily. He seemed intent, as if he was trying to guess at her thoughts. Feeling suddenly sure of herself, Marie leaned forward and placed a kiss on the front of his pants where his erection strained against the fabric. She nuzzled her cheek there and looked up at him again, holding his gaze this time. “Please, Master,” she said, “may I suck your cock?”
They were both a little stunned. Marie couldn’t believe how strong and confident her voice had sounded. Her pussy flooded with moisture at the sound of the words; her eyes sparkled with excitement. Even though he’d just spanked her, even though her hair was wet with toilet water and she was naked and chained, this felt right.
As for her Master, he couldn’t get his pants open fast enough. He’d think about what her behavior meant in a few minutes—right now, he focused on Marie’s hot, talented little mouth as she bent to her work. Good God, it felt like she was trying to swallow him whole!
Marie was overtaken by a strange sort of frenzy. It was as if she couldn’t get enough of his cock in her mouth. Her captive hands reached for his balls and her fingers lifted them, rubbed them, and squeezed them gently all the while her face was pressed against his groin, her throat full of him. She massaged the spot below his balls and her tongue went into overdrive on his shaft.
This was one time he wasn’t worried about coming too soon. He thought he was going to die of pleasure… He lost control as he came, grabbing her head and thrusting himself violently down her throat. She swallowed gamely, and when he finally opened his eyes, still breathing hard, she was kneeling there smiling at him.
He could hardly believe it. She had just begged to be allowed to pleasure him. She’d begged him before, to gain her own pleasure or because he’d ordered her to, but this was different. He’d never have expected her to reach this stage of submission so soon. And he knew she’d been sincere. Even now, she was still grinning like he’d just given her a present.
What was it about this girl that she’d gotten under his skin so fast? To be truthful, he’d come home earlier than he’d planned, anxious to see how his little slave had fared in his absence. He’d had to conceal a hard-on quite a few times throughout the day, every time he pictured her humping his fingers as she had this morning or the desperate, pleading look on her face when she realized he was going to leave her bound and frustrated. What a homecoming he’d gotten! And they still had all evening to spend together before he really ought to be getting her back to campus. They’d eat first—and then he had a few things he wanted to try.
Her Master hadn’t said anything, and he’d only given her the briefest of smiles, but Marie knew he was pleased with her. She tensed just a little as he reached down and hauled her to her feet—grabbing her elbow this time, instead of her hair—surely that was a good sign. He tossed her over his shoulder into a fireman’s carry and headed for the stairs. Marie felt a little panicky as she realized that, with her hands bound by her neck, she had no way to break her fall if he dropped her, but his grip was firm and the feeling subsided. Now, as he entered the kitchen—the scene of her imprudence that morning—she just had to worry about what he would do with her next.
It seemed that they had both learned a lesson from that morning’s encounter: when they reached the kitchen table he simply put her down next to his chair, lifting the table leg to secure the end of her leash as she took her kneeling pose. He said not one word to her about cooking, and Marie allowed herself a small grin as she watched him preparing dinner.
It was a simple meal; he steamed some rice and saut? a few chopped vegetables, tossing in some bits of cold chicken from the refrigerator. But he added spices like a master chef–a pinch of one, a sprinkle of another, tasting and nodding to himself. The air began to fill with a deliciously complex aroma and Marie was forcefully reminded that she’d had nothing to eat since breakfast, unless she counted her Master’s come. If she still had her ball-gag on, she knew, she’d be drooling all over herself. As it was she simply swallowed hard, kept her position tight and her attention on him, hoping that her stomach wouldn’t gurgle and embarrass her as it had that morning.
Yet even though she was famished, not to mention ragingly horny, she became aware that underlying all the physical and emotional turbulence lay a very unfamiliar sensation: serenity. Her needs were no longer her concern—her Master would take care of them in due time, and that’s all she needed to know. She felt a contented smile creep across her face.
Her smile only widened when she saw him reach down into a cabinet next to the stove and bring out a shining aluminum dog bowl. She knew it was for her, and she brushed away the troublesome thought that it already been there and not purchased especially for her. Maybe he used to have a dog. Or maybe…no, she would not think about that. This moment—now—was all there needed to be.
She gave him her most loving smile as he set the bowl, filled to the brim with steaming food, on the floor beside her before setting his plate on the table. She followed him with her eyes and then her body, shuffling around on her knees to remain facing towards him as he pulled out his chair and sat. She gave not the slightest glance to her bowl of food—it was not hers until he said it was.
When he was settled in place he turned to look at her, and to Marie it was obvious that he was pleased with what he saw: that his slave was simply waiting, giving him her complete and silent attention. He actually beamed at her and caressed the side of her face with his hand, and Marie felt as though she would melt with happiness. After a moment he withdrew his hand and said, “You must be starving, princess. Please go ahead.”
“Thank you, Master,” Marie replied, wishing she could kiss him just then. She turned away and bent down to her bowl…and was quite pleased to discover that he had placed it so that while she ate she would be displaying her upraised ass and pussy for his pleasure. She began to eat.
Marie’s hands had reached out automatically to steady herself as she bent over the dog bowl, only to be jerked back by the chains holding them to her collar. She was suddenly mindful of her discomfort again. She hadn’t been able to straighten her arms for hours, now, and the urge to stretch her elbows was driving her crazy. Marie tried to focus on the food, which was fragrant and delicious and which she was eating way too fast, but her mind kept wandering. Would he let her spend the night again? She could get all her homework done tomorrow, if she was diligent, and it would be totally worth it if he’d fuck her again tonight, and hold her like he had last night as she fell asleep.
Before she knew it, Marie found herself licking the bowl clean. She’d scarfed her dinner down with undignified haste, and blushed rosily as she realized her Master had probably only taken a few civilized bites by now. She really was just like his pet. Well, in for a pound…Marie thought, and shuffled on her knees over to his chair to lay her head on his knee. She held her breath, hoping for some sign of approval from him, and sure enough, a moment later she felt his hand resting lightly on her head. Another moment passed, and he stroked her hair. Marie felt her chest expand with happiness.
Several minutes later, he gently tugged on her hair to get her to sit up. He held a glass of water for her while she drank, waiting until she had finished it. He, she saw, was drinking from an expensive-looking bottle of red wine. A few more minutes passed while he savored his wine, then he stood and retrieved a clean dishcloth, wet it, and came back to clean Marie’s face. She blushed anew. She certainly hadn’t been worried about keeping her face clean while she ate, she realized now. She was vaguely surprised that he did it silently, making no attempt to humiliate her further. Was that because he had more challenges in store for her later this evening?
Marie watched as her Master performed only the most rudimentary clean-up of the kitchen. Leaving the dishes for later didn’t seem like his style, and she smiled to herself, imagining that he was in a hurry to play some more with her—his toy.
She wasn’t far off, if she’d known it. The impromptu blow job in the bathroom might as well have never happened for all the difference it made to his cock, which was again hard as a rock. He deliberately kept the wine bottle in one hand while he freed Marie’s leash from the table leg and led her into the living room. He knew from experience that if he had a few more swallows he’d be able to last a lot longer, and he definitely wanted to drag this next experience out as long as possible.
Leaving Marie kneeling in front of his oversized arm chair, he set the wine down on the end table there and went upstairs to get a few supplies. He was pleased to see, on his way back down, that her eyes hadn’t strayed from the stairway; she was avidly watching for his return. The apprehension in her gaze was adorable, and as he sat in the chair in front of her he took a moment just to look her over. Then he leaned forward and unlocked the chains at her wrists.
He watched her eyes fill with tears as she tried, with excruciating slowness, to straighten her arms for the first time in hours. He let her struggle for a moment, then he reached for her hands, saying, “It’s easier if you do it all at once”—and yanked her arms straight before she could react.
Marie gasped, but as the blood flowed freely into her stiff joints, she saw that he was right. She flexed her arms for a few minutes, unable to keep back a sigh of pleasure as the pain and stiffness eased.
She wasn’t going to be relieved for long. “Turn around,” he ordered suddenly, “and give me your hands.” She obeyed, turning her back to him and holding her hands behind her. He cuffed them together, then used a leather cinch he’d brought down on her upper arms just above her elbows, pulling it tight and watching her shoulder blades point out and her back arch, hearing her gasp. He bent to unlock the short chain between her ankles then said, “Face me.”Perfect. His little pet, arching her back to relieve the strain on her arms, looked as if she were presenting her tits for his pleasure. He was also surprised and pleased to see that she’d spread her knees apart after he’d unlocked them, and he could already see the telltale sheen of moisture on her pussy. She was panting, but whether it was from arousal or the pain in her bound arms he couldn’t tell. He leaned back in the chair and took a sip of wine, then said, “What did you think about today, Princess?”
Her eyes flickered up to his–then she lowered them modestly. “I missed you, Sir,” she said quietly.
He wasn’t going to let her off the hook that easily. “And did you like cleaning the house for me?”
Marie only debated for a second—he’d know if she lied, she reasoned—but she couldn’t look at him.. “No, Sir.”
“Why not?”
“It was—I was bored, Sir,” she stammered. He could tell she wanted to add something, so he waited. “But—but I’ll be happy to do it again, Sir, if you let me.”
“Why is that, Princess?”
“Because I like…obeying your orders, Sir.” Her voice nearly died at the end of her reply, but he was satisfied. This must be the result of the epiphany she’d seemed to have in the bathroom earlier. Unquestionably, she’d been angry with him before he came home, but now she seemed to have come to a better understanding, and acceptance, of her role as his pet—all on her own. However, it couldn’t hurt to give her some additional encouragement.
“And I like giving them to you, pet,” he said, smiling at her. “You did very well today.”
He watched her face glow with happiness for a moment, then he brought out the nipple clamps. These were a different pair than the one she’d worn last night; they had a gentler bite, but came adorned with tacky pink plastic hearts that dangled on a thin, short chain about an inch and a half long. Remembering her face as she’d looked at the purple, heart-shaped paddle in the store, he guessed that wearing these would humiliate his princess more than wearing the plain ones had. Indeed, she looked chagrined at the sight of them, but bravely maintained her posture, her chest still thrust towards him invitingly. He took advantage of that for a few minutes, fondling and teasing, and she didn’t flinch from him even when he twisted and pulled her nipples, although she winced and whimpered a little. He even slapped her breasts a few times, noting that they were just large enough to bounce when he did it. This was going to be great.
Her face flamed as he attached the clips and she felt the dangling hearts brushing against the underside of her breasts. He thought he’d never get tired of seeing that blush. He jiggled her breasts, just to rub it in a little, then very deliberately removed his pants and boxers and leaned back in the chair. Her eyes went wide at the sight of his fully-erect cock, and she actually licked her lips, making him want to laugh. “Climb on, princess,” he said, some of his amusement leaking into his voice.
She looked at him like she wasn’t sure he was serious, then stood up eagerly and way too fast. She teetered for a moment, throwing one foot behind her to catch her balance, then more carefully moved toward his chair. He helped her, reaching for her waist and settling her over his lap, her knees balanced on the chair’s seat on either side of him. There was plenty of room for her legs on the wide seat, and she looked down into his face as she hovered there, leaning forward slightly to keep her balance. Her pussy, visibly wet, was mere inches from his upthrust cock, and they were both breathing heavily already. “Two rules, Princess,” he said, his voice rough with arousal. “First, you can come as much as you want—but you have to tell me, every time. Second, I want to see these—” he flicked the dangling hearts on her nipple clamps “—in motion. If they stop moving, we’re done. And, Princess, break either rule, and I will punish you.”
He watched her shudder with desire at his words. “Yes, Master,” she said, her voice as hoarse as his. He gripped her hips and helped her lower herself onto him, inch by pleasurable inch. As their hips finally met, he felt her grinding against him, finally stimulating her clit, which had been aching all day to be touched. But, mindful of rule number two, she didn’t linger there, but started to ride him, rising up on her knees, then sinking down and taking his whole length again. It was hard, because with her hands bound behind her, she could rely only on her leg muscles both for balance and to move over him. Her tummy muscles clenched with her efforts to keep upright and not tip forward or backward.
She’d only humped him twice when she suddenly threw her head back, moaning, “Oh, oh God, Sir, I’m going to come!” Her cry ended on a gasp and he felt her clench on him, felt the rush of moisture where their bodies were joined, and it was all he had not to come himself. “Keep fucking me—keep going, Princess,” he rasped, restraining himself from grabbing her hips and setting his own rhythm. She started humping him furiously as she rode out her orgasm, her head back and her mouth open, and he watched a fiery blush spread over her face and down her chest. She didn’t seem to be breathing, but just as he was going to intervene, she sucked in a huge breath of air and slowed down slightly.
The slower speed was almost better. He could have sworn she was clenching on him each time she rose up, her pussy squeezing every inch of him as if it were afraid to let go. He had no idea if she was doing it on purpose or not, but that, combined with the sight of the clamps bouncing on her chest, had him close to coming again within a few seconds. He couldn’t resist reaching up to pull on the clamps, and that set her off again, and as she started to come she cried, “Sir, oh, I can’t help it, I’m com—” Again, she lost the end of her sentence as her whole body tensed in rapture. It lasted even longer this time, and when it finally stopped he was gripping the arms of the chair in a desperate attempt to hold back his own orgasm.
She didn’t slow this time, but continued to fuck him rhythmically, at an almost frantic pace. She was putting all she had into it, slamming her pelvis down onto him with each thrust. Her whole body was covered with a sheen of sweat and her face was beet red. Her thighs must have been burning by now, but she obviously had more in her. He wondered what some dirty talk would do to her, so he tried it, growling, “Oh, yeah, fuck me, you horny little cunt! You can’t help yourself, can you? Such a dirty slut!”
It worked—she howled as she started to come again, just barely managing to gasp out, “Com—coming!” before her pussy contracted like a vise. He felt her squirting again and suddenly couldn’t help himself any longer. He grabbed her hips and started slamming her down onto his cock himself, grunting as he neared his climax. She had recovered somewhat and tried to urge him on, saying, “Yes, Master, I’m your dirty slut!”—and then she felt his hot load filling her, and lost herself again. He might not have seen it, so lost was he in the throes of orgasm, but that she lost her balance, tipping backwards as she closed her eyes against the surprising onslaught of pleasure. He had to quickly shift his grip to keep her upright, and even as he experienced his final shudders of pleasure, he was thinking of how much he’d enjoy teaching his slave a lesson about breaking the rules.

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Amy – Part 3

Thanks for the previous comments. I think this is getting better, hope you agree.
This is the 3rd part of the Amy story as seen largely through Becky’s (the oldest daughter) eyes. It may be helpful to start at the beginning if you haven’t read the first two parts.
Please note that this is a STORY
Becky’s story.
Becky sat in Martin’s lap sobbing, “I can’t do this again. I can’t go through all of this all over again!”
Martin held her so tight, she felt like he was pulling her inside of him. This man, a stranger, who had a few hours ago killed one or possibly two men with his bare hands. Sure, the men had attacked her and her family.
“No one will hurt you or your family. I promise.” Martin said, gently massaging her back and holding her tight into his chest. Her warm tears seemed to go right through him.
She felt safe and warm enfolded into his arms and pressed into his strong chest. Almost like becoming a part of him. She could hear the rhythmic beating of his heart. It sounded sweet and comforting and she became lost in its music.
After a few moments he asked, “Do you want to talk?”
After a long wait as she re-emerged from basking in his quiet strength, she nodded her head. Somehow, she trusted this man who had demonstrated might, viciousness, quick and decisive decision-making, and yet was warm, compassionate and handsome.
She kept her face buried in his strong shoulder and her arms wrapped around his neck. She felt his broad hands on her back and butt. They felt so warm and strong like they belonged there. She could also feel his semi-hard penis on her hip and she liked it. The hand on her ass wasn’t like the knifeman’s hand. This was firm yet gentle. She could feel his cock next to her other cheek. It wasn’t hard – yet – but she thought it felt nice and warm. She wondered if it would make mommy happy again.
“Mommy was raped last year in our home,” she said.
“Oh jeez! That’s terrible,” Martin exclaimed!
“I found her, untied her and cleaned her up. She was a real mess. She had their stuff all over her and inside of her, too! It was hard to get it out of her hair. I had to wash her a lot. And it was hard getting it out of her, um…”
There was a long pause.
“Her vagina,” he asked?
“Yeah, and, um, her, um butt.”
“She’s been different ever since. She wouldn’t leave the house for weeks. After mommy lost her job we lost our house because she couldn’t make the payments. We moved two times including living in the car until we lost that too. Jenny and I lost all our friends.
“I found a job for mommy, and then found this apartment. She just got back to being herself, more or less. She still does things, though.”
“Like what, drugs? Alcohol?” Martin asked?
“Oh, no! Nothing like that. When we needed money, she would come home late at night with cash sometimes, and be a mess like when she was raped. Sometimes she got beat up and robbed. Either way, I have to get her cleaned up again.”
“She is a prostitute?” Martin asked, thinking about how on the mark Antonio was – again!
“Yes, Sir. But only when we needed the money to buy food or pay the rent. She hasn’t done it in awhile, though.”
“She has a pimp to take care of her, doesn’t she,” he asked?
“No, sir. She said all they want to do is to pump you full of drugs to get you hooked, and then use your body to make him money. Then when you don’t make enough, they sell you to another pimp, or let you go or kill you. So she just goes to a corner and hope the other girls let her. Sometimes they do. Sometimes they beat her. Sometimes a pimp will try to catch her.”
“You’ve grown up pretty quickly, haven’t you? You said you ‘clean her up’. How do you mean?”
“Well, Sir, I would wash her up. You know. All over her.”
“With her naked,” he asked?
“I can’t wash her in her clothes,” she giggled. “You’re being silly again, aren’t you! She can be real messy. Usually it’s stuff like the rape with their stuff on her. Sometimes its blood and bruises. Those are the worst ‘cause they’re hard to hide. She’ll go to work looking pretty bad sometimes.”
Martin had a mental image of Amy coming home covered in cum. Cum in her hair, on her clothes, on her face from unknown men. It was interesting that she didn’t bother to clean herself up before going home. It was also interesting that she allowed her young daughter to wash her in a most intimate way. He wondered how far this went between the two. He wondered if Jenny knew and helped in cleaning up mommy.
He also remembered his times with Tanja; how he would take her out to a nice place, feed her and then have her service him in the parking lot or at a park. He would unbutton her blouse and play with her little tits while she sucked his cock down her throat. He loved cumming on her hair, face, chest and clothes in public places.
He would also enjoy going to a convenience store and sending her in to buy ice cream. She would come back and tell him about the looks she got when she bent over to get the ice cream and flashed the store clerk and a few other strangers. She’d tell of their expressions when they realized that she had cum on her face and in her hair. Sometimes the clerk would stare, sometimes give a sly wink, or sometimes call her a slut and a whore. When she got back to the car, he could feel her heat without touching her. Apparently, Amy didn’t mind the humiliation, either.
Suddenly, he realized that he was getting excited again, and that there was a 10 year old girl on his lap, or more correctly, on his hardening cock.
“Did you work with her on those nights?”
“Oh no, Sir! Mommy said we’re too young for that.”
At least Antonio wasn’t right about everything! Interesting that they thought of it and discussed the possibilities of at least Becky working the streets like her mom.
Martin held Becky close into him, and she held him tightly. He realized his hand was on her butt and that there was nothing between his hand and her skin. She wrapped her arms around him tightly, wiggling her butt on his cock.
My word, thought Martin! What is this girl doing? She’s only 10 for cripes sake! Yet she’s making me so damned excited like…
He closed his eyes remembering the last time he held Tanja in his arms like this. Her hands were bound behind her, and her feet were tied, too. His hand had wandered up under this very cami…
He started to move his hand from her ass. “No, please, Sir. Leave it there. It feels so much nicer than that bad man’s.”
“It’s really not proper. I can’t be doing this.”Martin said.
She wiggled her butt to keep his hand there. He had to put his hand back on her butt. All her movements were massaging his cock and masturbating him. He had to put his hand back on her butt to keep her still otherwise he’d lose control.
She could feel his cock growing harder and bigger. She didn’t know why, but it felt good against her. This must be what mommy loves so much.
“She didn’t try to clean herself up? You had to do it? Or did you want to do it?” he asked as he unsuccessfully tried to move his hardening cock from under her butt. All he succeeded in doing was moving her along his cock even more.
“When she was raped she couldn’t move even after I untied her. She was so tired. But I couldn’t let her just sleep like that so I took her to the tub and washed her all clean. I got all their stuff off of her and as much out of her as I could. My fingers could only do in a little ways in her butt, but I got a lot out of her vagina. I could put my whole hand up there! I can only put a finger in mine and only part way. If I put it in too far it hurts.”
Oh, god, Martin thought! Will this torture end?? Time to change the line of questioning.
“She’s a bit bigger than you and, and she’s had two children. So what would happen after you wash her off?”
“We go to bed. She wants me to hold her and tell her over and over that I love her. So I make her feel good and she goes to sleep,” she said.
Wild thoughts were racing through his head. “Make her feel good…” Like how? Makes her cum? Feels her up? Or just makes her feel good by holding her? Damn, this isn’t getting any easier!
“That must have been bad coming home and seeing your mommy tied up like that. I can’t imagine how you felt seeing her like that. Tell me about your sister, Jenny.”
This should calm things down. Jenny’s only 7. Not much sexual could have happened around her.
“Jenny’s really smart and she loves anything to do with water. Did you really go out on fishing boats?”
“Yes, I did. Many times. We caught lots of different kinds of … um … fish … on those trips,” Martin said.
“She also likes art and stuff like that. She likes photographs and paintings, but also statutes and stuff. And she used to sing all the time, but she doesn’t anymore. I liked her singing. It always made me and mommy feel happy even if it was a sad song. She has a really pretty voice.
“Jenny took losing our home pretty hard. She had really good friends where we lived. She would go over and play games, work on school work, listen to music, and swim. They would come over to our house and play games and do stuff.
“After we lost the house, we actually lived with one of her friends family for awhile. Jenny and Lori were good friends and almost twin sisters. They wore the same hair style, liked the same music, they even shared clothes. They slept together when we lived there and they’d be giggling and stuff all night long. They’d be holding each other when we woke in the morning.
Mommy took care of the house and we helped after school. She’d clean the house and keep it neat. She’d also do the washing, dishes and cooking. But I noticed that the mom and dad fought a lot over us to get us to do stuff for them. And the dad really liked mommy.
“One time, I came home from a friend’s house and mommy and him were having sex in the TV room with Jenny and his daughter, Lori, there playing a game. Jenny said that he’d sometimes have Lori and her touch him, and that he would have sex with his wife with them there, too.
My god this girl is going to make me shoot my wad in my pants! With all the sex that these two girls saw on a regular basis…well, it’s a wonder they’re NOT working with their mother on a street corner!
“Was that the only time you saw your mom have sex,” he asked?
“Yes. I’m actually jealous of her. Really them,” Becky said.
“Jealous of who?”
“Lori and Jenny. They saw a man’s thing and touched it and saw it squirt. All I ever saw was mommy after she had sex, or when Mr. Williams was having sex with mommy.”
She nuzzled back into his neck and wiggled her butt on his cock again. “It feels so nice, I could stay here forever in your lap, Sir,” Becky said.
“Well, it feels good holding you, hon,” Martin said after clearing his throat. “It’s been a long time since I’ve held a girl in my arms. But it’s time for bed now. There are a lot of things that have to be done tomorrow and it’s very late. We need clear heads.”
“Sir,” Becky asked? “Can I sleep with you tonight?”
“No, I don’t think that’s such a good idea. Your mom wouldn’t like it if she found us sleeping together. She would get the wrong idea. You can sleep in your room tonight.”
“Sir, I’ll feel safer if I’m with you tonight. Please,” Becky pouted.
“No. Not tonight I said.”
“Yes, sir.”
He picked her up, turned off the light in the family room and carried her down the hall with her clinging to his neck, her face buried into his shoulder. He carried her past the first room which was dark. He peeked in and was a little surprised to find the bed empty. The covers weren’t even disturbed
. “Jenny must have gone to sleep with her mom,” he thought.
As he was approaching the bedroom Becky was to sleep in, he saw a faint light coming from under his door. Strange. He always turned out the lights when he left a room. He walked down to his room and opened the door.
Asleep in his bed was Jenny enfolded in her mother’s arms on one side of the bed.
“OK. I guess since everyone else is here, you might as well be, too.”
“Oh, thank you, Sir!” as she squeezed his neck in her most massive 10 year old hug.
“Please try to leave my head on me. Now, to bed!”
She ran to the bed and jumped in next to her mother leaving Martin the rest of the king sized bed. Martin headed to the bathroom. He had some pressure to take care of, and he knew it wouldn’t take long.
As Martin jerked himself off, he thought about the family that just fell into his world. Three apparently highly sexed girls, nice bodies, nice faces, and nice personalities. Very polite with “Sir” everywhere. Could they all be subs? Becky’s ass felt so smooth and soft in his hands. He knew it was wrong, but he wanted it badly. He loved the feel of his cock…and then he came in gallons on the floor and towels hanging on the wall opposite the toilet where he sat.
Oh, this was so wrong! How could he think these things?
He cleaned the floor of his cum and put the towel in the hamper.
While he was jerking off in the bathroom, Becky slid into bed next to her mother. Her mother stirred and wrapped her arms around her daughter, pulling her into her breast.
Becky held her mom and said, “Mom. This is a good man. I can feel it. All the times he could have done stuff to us and he didn’t. He didn’t know us and he put himself in danger to help us. He’s strong and he’s smart. He can protect us. Don’t you blow this, mommy. I can’t go through starting over again. I just can’t do it.”
“I know, sweetie, I know! I heard you two talking and was surprised that he didn’t do anything with you, too. And I was surprised at how grown up you’ve become! Where did you learn all that stuff from? Have I been that bad of a mommy to you and Jen?”
“No, mommy. You’ve been good to us and we both love you. He’ll be coming out soon. Don’t let him sleep in another room. We need him here with us to keep us safe.”
As he went into the bedroom he saw that Becky left him room between her mother and herself for him. Amy was sitting up dressed in a long pink tee that showed off her chestnut hair that cascaded over her shoulders. She asked him, “would you please sleep here with us? We would feel so much safer with you with us.”
“I don’t know if that’s such a great idea. I mean…you know…”
“Sir. If you go to another bed, we will join you there. With what we’ve been through tonight I don’t think that we could feel safe enough to sleep alone. We trust you and you have been very generous to us. Please, Sir, one more favor. You might as well be comfortable in your bed with us, than in a strange bed with us. You can see we’re small girls and don’t take up much room, and I promise we don’t snore and we won’t eat you – at least not tonight,” she added with an impish smile. Becky and Jenny giggled.
“Well, gee, that makes all the difference in the world, now, doesn’t it?” He wasn’t going to win and he knew it. Yes, he could kick them out and then lock the door, but he knew enough about the stresses on people to know that what they witnessed can cause problems at night. The nightmares can be bad even if you’ve done it before. It would be better for all if he were there early before the nightmares began.
This could be the start of something amazing. Or it could be a nightmare in the making. He wasn’t sure which it would be. With a lot of trepidation, and with Amy holding his hand looking up at him with doe brown eyes that almost pleaded with him, he nodded.
“Thank you, sir,” Amy said, and bounced up and kissed him on the lips. Then, looking down at her feet, “Thank you for everything you have done for us tonight. You have really been a knight for us. There’s no way that we could repay you for this. I know that Becky told you a lot of things about us, but please understand that though that we are really good girls.”
“You heard us talking” he asked?
“Some of it, not all. But enough to know that she talked about sex a lot and what she and Vicky saw. Maybe I’m a bad mother for letting them see those things, but I don’t really see where I had much choice with the situation we are in. I feel like we’re just drifting with the currents. We’ve hit rocks several times, and I had to do things I wouldn’t want to do normally. But without a man to guide us… well, I just feel like we’re lost and just surviving.”
“I think I understand,” Martin said. “Let’s not think about these things right now. It’s been a traumatic day for all of us and there’s still a lot to do tomorrow. Let’s sleep and recover some. One thing we have is time.”
Amy crawled into bed. Martin watched her from behind. Her nicely formed and tight butt as it swung left and right as she moved across the bed between Jenny and Becky. She slid under the covers and waited for him.
He took off his robe and crawled into bed next to her and Becky. Amy pulled the covers over them, took his left arm and put it under her head. “I need you to hold me like this.” She hugged his arm between her breasts and turned on her side.
As she did this, Becky snuggled up against him, too. He put his other arm around her. She put her head on his shoulder and her hand on his chest. He then felt Amy pull Jenny against her and his arm. One big happy group.
This morning he has awoken a contented man, feeling as if he were missing nothing of any significance. Now he felt complete. He had people that personally depended upon him again. He had that physical contact again and it felt good. Sure the people in his company needed him, but this was a lot different. This was a personal dependency not an economic one.
He drifted off to sleep.
During the night, he had dreams he hadn’t had in a long time. Dreams of Tanja playing with his cock and balls. Just as he was enjoying it, she would stop. Then the dream would replay. Again, just as he was enjoying it, she’d stop. This last time, though, well this time it was different.
The dream started as before. Tanja rubbing his cock and cupping his balls in her hand, softly massaging them in her small hands. But this time Tanja put her mouth down to his cock and licked the tip of it, and then surrounding his dick. He felt like the head of his cock was engulfed in a warm wet mouth. Just as he was waking up from the dream, it stopped. He felt a movement, and then Amy leaned against him again, snuggling in and spooning. She wiggled her ass into his cock. Was she trying to get his cock between her ass cheeks?
He reached down to adjust himself. His dick was very wet. It wasn’t a dream. Maybe all the jerking off he felt wasn’t a dream either. He let his hand roam over her body. He felt her small, firm breasts. If they’re a B-cup, they’re large, he thought.
Her nipples were hard as rocks. As he rolled her nipple between his fingers, her ass ground more into his cock. He pinched it, eliciting a moan from her. She threw her head back into his shoulder and moaned, “Yesssssss!”
With his other hand he started to reach for her pussy. It was nice and smooth, with no hair at all. He was going to have to eat that pussy sometime, and make her beg to come. But this wasn’t play sex. This was rutting.
He wriggled his fingers lower to her clit. As soon as he touched it, she gasped and went rigid. Her legs spread wider allowing him better access to her cunt. She rotated her hips to make him feel her wetness and to allow him access to her hot, tight hole.
This girl is on fire, thought Martin. He had to have her now. He tried to position his cock at the entrance to her hole, but he couldn’t reach it. Then he felt a hand take his prick. He could sense her hole on the tip of his cock and he pushed into her. As he did he pinched her nipple hard.
“Ooohhhhh, god, yessssssss!!!!! Fuck me,” she exclaimed!
In a reverse cowboy his cock entered her and was pushing against her G-spot on the way in. He pushed as far in as he could and pulled out. He fucked her smoothly and fully as he pinched and pulled her nipples. He mauled her tits, bit her shoulder and neck, and he fucked her hard.
“Yesss…right there! Just like that! Harder! God, I’m so close!”
He pinched her nipples harder between his fingers eliciting a groan. He was fucking her hard now, ramming his cock into her as hard as he could. She was curving her hips down to get more of his rod into her hot, wet pussy. She wanted as much in him as she could get. Each thrust pressed against her in just the right way. Her squeezing his cock with her pussy was making him ready to explode.
And then he felt something. He felt hair on his legs. And then a tongue licking, but not his cock only. The tongue was licking her clit, too. His balls were being milked of their gifts, bringing him to the edge.
Just then he felt her breathing stop and her body shiver and quake. Her cunt spasm around his prick and he felt a flood against his cock. Then he felt not one but two tongues around his cock as he thrust into her again and again. He couldn’t hold out any more and he unleashed his own geyser deep into her hole.
“Do you feel it? He’s squirting in her,” said Jenny.
He continued thrusting into her, though more stabbing her with short hard jabs as he came.
As his cumming subsided, he pulled his legs up and apart forcing her to do the same, and he pulled her on top of him. He ran his hands over her breasts and down to her pussy. He felt his own cock inside her pussy. He gathered some of her juices on his finger and came up to her clit and just lightly rubbed his now well lubed finger over the nub setting her off again.
“You cum easily,” he said in her ear.
“Only in the hands of a Master.”
“Well, I think I had some help.”
Martin’s cock was deflating and it popped out of her vagina. When it did, the plug that held Amy’s juices and Martin’s sperm in was gone allowing the cocktail to flow. The girls licked the nectar from their mother’s pussy until no more came out. They then cleaned off Martin’s cock and balls, sucking his flaccid cock into their mouths and licking his balls.
When they were finished cleaning their mother and her lover they came up to hug mom.
“We love you, mommy,” they said together.

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That damned Beanie Final Part

This will be the final part of this story. the reason will become clearer once you have read it. I am really sorry for the long wait and i hope this will be a good christmas/haunukkah/yule present for you all.

College Sex Chronicles: Attack of the Black Cocks

During my senior year in college, after our school basketball team won an important championship game, a few friends and I decided to do something memorable to celebrate. The group of us– all athletic, tall, strong black guys– were on the winning team, and we needed a release after the excitement of victory. Someone had the idea of hiring a stripper, but this brought forth an argument — nobody wanted to pay for entertainment.
After the game, a few of our guys were designated to find us some pussy to fuck for the night. They stood around the parking lot, and succeeded in coaxing a couple drunk young white girls to come back to our frat house. Both were blond, one named Lily who was taller and thin with freckles and braids. The other one, Susie, was shorter with bigger tits and a fatter ass. Each girl was wearing a short skirt and tank top, nipples visibly hard in the cool night air.
We all licked our lips as the girls drunkenly stumbled around the frat house. They were led into the living room and instantly all the guys were flirting with them. We made it clear we wanted some fun, and they seemed up for it. After a few more beers, they were drunk and loose enough for anything, giving us random lap dances and grinding with us as the stereo blasted.
There were 7 or 8 guys in the room, with more coming and going as the night went on. All tall, strong, black guys, all of us aching to get our cocks inside these white bitches. As the girls sat on the couch, someone asked if they’d start making out with each other. They agreed without much hesitation, which I think made every cock in the room instantly stiffen.
These two sexy young sluts were on the couch tonguing each other in no time! One by one each guy started pulling his hard prick from his pants. The girls’ hands were up each others’ skirts, fingering each other while we cheered them on. Lily pulled the Susie’s panties off and tossed them at the group of guys, each of us vying for the lacy thongs. The guy who did grab them pulled his cock out of his pants and wrapped the panties around his dick, jerking himself off with them.
Then Lily laid down on her back on the couch while the other girl bent down between her legs to eat her cunt out. They pulled each others’ shirts off Each girl had a shaved pussy, each pussy getting pink and puffier with arousal. Susie ate Lily’s cunt enthusiastically, making Lily moan and writhe on the couch. It looked like Susie had eaten Lily’s cunt before — she seemed pretty experienced.
Susie pulled her mouth away from Lily’s juicy cunt and stood up only to sit back down on Lily’s face. She bent down and started tonguing Lily’s clit again, and the blond sluts began a sexy sixty-nine on the couch as the crowd of guys gathered around to get a closer look as the pussies were eaten and fingered.
Lily nearly had her whole fist in Susie’s cunt, making Susie scream. We were all naked now, all of us jerking our long, black rods to the sight of the sixty-nine. Someone stepped up and began rubbing Susie’s asshole while she sat on Lily’s face. Another guy walked up and started fondling the girls’ tits. That made the rest of the crowd gather round to touch the young white sluts.
The girls began sucking our dicks while still in the sixty-nine position. Each prick was hard as steel, ready to fuck like an animal. They were enthusiastic cocksuckers, soon getting on their knees on the floor so we could take turns face fucking them. It seemed they were eager for our hard black cocks. Both were soon breathless and sweaty, makeup running as they choked on our pricks. We squeezed their tits and asses while stuffing their throats with our cocks.
After a few minutes of dick sucking, my teammate Danny was bending Susie over to fuck her doggystyle while she sucked two cocks, one of them mine. I couldn’t wait to get my meat into her pussy, and Lily’s too!
Lily climbed on top of someone’s big black cock and started riding it while sucking a few pricks. Her tits were squeezed while her cunthole was fucked. I stared at her pink pussy, stuffed full with a hard, black rod, big black balls slapping at her gash. Susie’s cunt was stuffed, too, huge balls also slapping at her asscheeks while she was fucked from behind.
They were both topless, but both still wearing their mini skirts and strappy heels. Someone pulled out the sofa bed, and soon a full blown fuck party was on! We carried the girls to the bed, laying them on their backs. Pricks dangled in their faces, their breasts were pawed by various hands. Both of them smiled and giggled — they seemed up to the challenge of fucking all of us!
We were grabbing the young girls all over, eager to fuck the hell out of them all night long. My roommate Alex pushed Susie’s legs over her head and raised his prickhead to her ass.
“Is it okay if I fuck your ass, baby?” he asked.
“Yeah, sure — fuck me however you want! I can take it! So can Lily. We’ve been fucking boys since junior high! We’ve both had threesomes and foursomes before,” said Susie.
“Little girl,” said Alex, “this will be a lot different than a threesome or foursome!”
“Bring it on!” said Susie mischievously.
Alex pressed his prickhead to her asshole and forced himself inside her while Lily was getting fucked in the cunt by my teammate Stu. As Stu fucked Lily’s cunt, I inserted two of my fingers into her asshole, making her moan out around the dicks that she was sucking.
There were hands everywhere. Both girls were moaning and groaning like animals as we pulled on their nipples, squeezed their tits, stuffed their mouths with meat, licked their bellies, and fucked their holes. It was getting intense! Guys were pushing guys out the way to fuck the teen girls.
We were all taking quick turns, fucking either pussies or assholes or mouths. While a girl’s asshole was stuffed, someone was fingering her pussy. And while her pussy was stuffed, someone was fingering her asshole. They were sweaty from the pricks simultaneously invading all their holes. No one unleashed any sperm yet, wanting to get the most out of the sluts’ holes before unloading.
The girls were pulled in all directions by our forceful group of muscular men. They were pulled on top of pricks, forced onto their backs and folded up, pricks in their faces, guys’ assholes in their faces for them to lick, balls slapping their faces. We fucked them hard! Every guy that stepped up to fuck gave the girls a fucking of their lives, pounding them hard and fast, making them scream and writhe.
Their white asscheeks were getting red from our slaps as we fucked their holes from behind. It was a delicious looking sight, for sure. I couldn’t tell which one I liked to fuck better, Susie or Lily, or which hole I preferred being in. My cock felt good in both their pussies and assholes. It was a real fuckfest, each guy taking turns fucking each girl in each of her holes. Pricks were everywhere!
The sound of cocks slamming into orifices filled the entire room. Their saliva dripped from multiple cocks as they eagerly took on whatever meat was shoved in their faces. Guys were folding their bodies up and pounding their teenage holes without mercy. The girls were moaning so loud that when I stepped out on the front porch to have a smoke I could still hear them moaning within the house.
When I went back in, my buddy Jed was fucking Susie’s ass, pushing her legs against her chest while he fucked her cunt violently with a giant dildo. Susie was shrieking around a cock that was shoved in her throat. Lily was sputtering while choking around a cock, her ass getting fucked hard and slapped, someone’s hand underneath her, fingering her clit. Occasionally the girls pulled away from the cocks to French kiss each other while both getting fucked. No one blew a load yet. It seemed this could go on all night!
After the guy fucking Susie’s ass pulled out, I stepped up between her legs. The large dildo was still shoved deep up in her cunt. I pushed it hard in and out of her while my cock in her asshole. The dildo made her pussy delightfully tight against my throbbing prick as it sank into her ass. She wailed as I jammed the dildo hard into her pussy while my cock stuffed her ass. I then pulled my cock out of her ass and started alternately fucking her pussy and asshole with the huge dildo while she screamed loud.
I shoved the dildo hard into her ass and then shoved my prick in her pussy and proceeded to fuck her cunt hard for a few minutes while the big dildo filled up her ass. My cock slammed into her cunt again and again while she squealed below me on the bed.
When I pulled out a few minutes later, someone instantly took my place in her cunt. I moved to her face to have her suck on my cock while watching Lily get fucked by my teammate Ryan. She was on her knees getting fucked hard from behind, his balls slapping her asscheeks with each powerful thrust. The room was loud with the sound of men’s animalistic grunting, the sound of balls slapping asscheeks and cunts, and the groans of the girls as we smashed their holes. They were screaming like banshees with our powerful poundings!
Lily was lifted off the bed and Jed fucked her while standing. A few guys held her up, her legs open wide so Jed could nail her hard and deep. She moaned and wrapped her legs around Jed, and he held her up so that Stu could get behind her and fuck her ass while she was impaled on Jed’s cock. Her white body was a stark contrast to the black athletes fucking her holes — it was so sexy!
A guy named Rob pulled Susie on top of him, facing away from him, and fucked her ass hard for a few minutes, her big tits bouncing with his thrusts. He pulled her flat against his chest as he continued screwing her ass, her legs wide open, her pussyhole gaping and begging for a cock.
Alex stepped up to the bed and raised his cock to her cunthole. Rob held her still, with his long pole shoved into her chute. In one long thrust, Alex shoved his cock into her pussy while Rob kept his meat inside her shithole.
“Ahhhhhhghhh!” wailed Susie. “My first DP!”
“Don’t ya love it?” yelled Lily, her own holes double stuffed. I walked over to Susie’s face as she was getting double-penetrated, slapping my cock against her lips. She sucked me, moaning around my cock as her holes were fucked roughly by the strong men surrounding her. She groaned and took it all like a champ!
A couple guys walked up on either side and each grabbed a leg, holding Susie wide open for Alex and Rob to double fuck her. Meanwhile, Lily was pushed onto her back on the bed, her legs thrown open wide, Stu stepping up to shove his meat hard into her pussy. He jammed his prick into her in one stroke, filling her to the balls, groaning while in her. His forceful thrusts were so powerful he was pushing her around on the bed.
Stu stepped off of Lily and I stepped up to fuck her, alternating between her ass and pussyholes while she sucked on three cocks. The guys who’d been double fucking Susie had pulled out to let a couple other guys get in her. She squirmed and writhed beneath them. At one point the room filled with cheers when she announced that she was cumming. She had become the filling of a fuck sandwich.
I continued pounding Lily’s holes hard for a few minutes until I focused on fucking her ass steady, rubbing her clit and pressing my fingers hard into her cunt. She moaned and squirmed below me, but I didn’t take my fingers away. It seemed she was grinding her cunt harder against my hand. Susie was talking dirty while men fucked her holes.
“Aw, yeah, yeah, fuck me you fucker! Harder, yeah, I can take it, yes, ugh, uh, oh, fuck, God my ass and pussy are so full! Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!” Susie wailed. She had a guy on top of her and one below her, pressed between them hard.
My cock was buried in Lily’s ass while my fingers pried into her juicy cunt, my thumb rubbing her hard clit nub. She moaned louder and I shoved my cock and fingers further into her holes. I had never fisted anyone before, but with three of my fingers now inside her cunt, I was nearly there!
It seemed like Lily wanted me to — she was grinding her cunt against my hand, trying to get more of my fingers inside her it seemed. My prick was hard as steel up in her asshole, remaining still while I wiggled my fingers deeper into her cunt, trying to get my fist into her pussyhole now.
The guys saw what I was trying to do, so someone stepped up and started licking on her clit and slit to lubricate her cunt even more for me. I pulled my hand away and let Jed eat her cunt for a few minutes. He spat into her pussy and lapped all up along her slit, making her squirm beneath me. I started fucking her ass slowly while Jed licked her clit hard.
Jed moved away and I again raised my fingers to her cunt. They slid in easier, and I worked them into her deeper while slowly fucking in her chute. She began moaning louder the deeper my fingers got into her. I couldn’t believe it — she wanted to take my fist!
I pushed my fingers inside her cunt even more, now all of my fingers inside of her. Her moans became a long wail as my hand began slipping inside of her. I kept my cock still inside her ass while getting my fist into her cunt. She was so focused on my fist fucking that she was too distracted to suck any cocks. A couple guys stood around to pull her legs wide open for me. I penetrated her even deeper, making her scream loud.
While my fist filled up her pussy and my cock filled up her ass, someone bent down to lick her clit hard. Lily’s screams filled the room — she sounded like an animal. I’d never heard those kinds of sounds coming from a woman! I pulled my fist and cock out of her and someone else stepped up and immediately shoved another fist into her gaping cunt. She wailed, her legs held wide open.
Another cock was forced into Lily’s ass while her cunt was fist fucked. She continued her loud, guttural moaning. The guys surrounding Susie saw Lily getting fisted and tried it on her. Susie was pushed onto her back on the bed, her legs pressed against her chest as Rob filled her cunt and pounded her hard and fast a few minutes. While he fucked her cunthole, her legs raised high against his chest, Ryan put a couple fingers into her asshole. She squealed with the anal invasion as Rob continued fucking her cunt wildly.
Ryan shoved more of his fingers into Susie’s ass while Rob folded her up tight against him. She began wailing as Ryan’s hand began delving deeper into her asshole. It was too much for her though — she begged him to stop. So Rob pulled out and they flipped her over, and Jed started trying to fist her cunt from behind while she was on her knees. A couple guys held her ass cheeks far apart so Jed’s fist could get into her pussy.
Susie wailed as more fingers filled her cunt, and someone else’s hand reached below her to start rubbing her clit hard. Lily was getting fisted too, and the sounds of both of them screaming was intense. Guys had begun shooting their loads by now — the girls didn’t seem to mind where we unloaded our sperm. Some were sperming their cunts, some in their asses, some in their throats, some on their tits, some on their feet.
I was fucking Susie’s ass, my fist in her sperm filled cunt as she screamed like an animal, when the doorbell rang. It was the police! Someone apparently heard the girls’ loud screaming and called the cops to check things out.
The cop that came was one that had stopped by before when we’d had some pretty fun parties, and he was pretty cool. Alex answered the door and told the officer what was going on — it was a consensual orgy, basically, and everyone was 18 or over. No drugs, and we were done drinking. The girls continued getting pounded as Alex walked Officer Coyle into the room.
“See, Coyle, just like I told ya!” laughed Alex. The cop stood and stared as the young blonds were getting fucked by the strong black men. A visible bulge began showing in his trousers.
“Well then, I see…” said Coyle. Stu was pounding Lily like a jackhammer while her Ryan was fingering her ass hard, her legs were wide open. The girls shrieked when they saw the cop, but we told them it was going to be okay.
Officer Coyle began unbuttoning his pants as he stepped to the bed. Susie was on top of Rob, his prick in her ass while Jed fucked her cunt. He commanded Jed to step aside, and pulled his hard black baton from his belt.
“I see you’ve been getting some hard black sticks in your holes, girlie,” said Coyle to Susie as Rob fucked away at her asshole, her cunt gaping open. Coyle raised his baton to her pussy and started shoving it inside of her, making her scream loud. Someone else stepped up to rub her clit while the officer shoved his nightstick into her cunt further. He had it almost halfway. Rob was pounding her ass with abandon.
After inserting as much of his baton into her cunt as possible, Coyle abruptly pulled it out of Susie’s cunt and replaced it with his own thick, uncut cock. She cried out as he sank his meat inside her, fucking her cunt hard and fast while Rob fucked her asshole. The men’s pricks sawed in and out of her holes, sandwiching her petite body.
Coyle’s face was reddening as he fucked Susie’s teen cunt with a steady pace. He grunted, and I knew he was cumming hard up in her womb. He pulled his oozing cock from her cunt and replaced it with his fingers.
“I’ve never fisted a cunt before,” said Officer Coyle. His fingers delved deeper into her sperm coated cunt while Rob continued pounding her asshole. She was whimpering at the intense stimulation of her holes. Coyle reached further into her cunt, his fingers inside of her, until finally her cunt was swallowing his hand.
Susie cried out as Coyle sank his fist into her cunt up to the wrist. Rob stayed still in her ass, and I could see his shaft throbbing and hear him grunting — he was cumming in her ass while the cop fist fucked her! Coyle jammed his fist into Susie hard, making her wail while Rob filled her rectum with sperm.
After Coyle pulled his fist out, the girls shrieked when he decided to “call for backup”. He invited six other pigs over to fuck the girls, each cop sperming into the hole of his choice, some unleashing more than one load. So our little celebration orgy went on into the early morning hours, both girls sore after the onslaught on their poor holes!
We found in the morning out after the cops left, when we were all done fucking the girls, that they were actually high school students! They were 16 year old sluts — they told us they were well known in their school as dirty girls who’d fuck anything with a cock. Both had just recently begun doing anal. Apparently, years ago, they made a pact to try to fuck at least 100 different guys before they turned age 20, and they were halfway there!
Those sluts were great victory party entertainment, for sure!

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My unknown submissive side (cont)

I woke up with the light smell of cum on my face and quickly realizing what happened the night before. As I went into the shower, the urge to masturbate was incredible and it took all my willpower not to do it. I tried to think of something else, but I kept coming back to last night. Eventually I got out the shower and started getting dressed, where I unconsciously started looking for a pair of panties, when it hit me that I couldn’t wear any since he took them the night before.
I put on a dark blue skirt that was longer than I usually wear due to the no underwear situation. Then I put on a long sleeve shirt and a jacket which I buttoned up (something I also rarely do). The feeling of my bare breasts touching the shirts fabric was very unusual for me, not to mention the feeling of not having any panties as well. I finished off the outfit with full length stockings and heels which I usually wear to work. The stockings did little to ease my mind of the fact I had no panties.
I was already sufficiently wet by the time I got to work and had to go to the toilet to clean up my wetness. The rest of the day went much the same, with my mind wandering and getting myself wet and needing to clean up regularly. I was getting desperate to cum now, but something in my head kept me from doing it, knowing I would be going against his orders.
After a less than productive day, I eventually got home and changed into a skirt and shirt. I was getting used to the braless feeling, but every time I sat down, I would be reminded that I’m not wearing panties. Then around 6pm, he called me. He simply said, “I’m coming over in about half an hour, I want the door unlocked and you naked and kneeling at the door when I get there”. Then he hung up before I could get a word in.
So I waited about 25 minutes before I got undressed and went to the door. I unlocked it and looked through the window to see if anyone was outside. I didn’t see anyone and thought maybe I should just wait there until I see someone before I go to kneel. But the thought made me feel like I wasn’t doing as I was told, so I stepped back a few feet from the door and kneeled on the carpet. I was getting very wet again and kept having to wipe the wetness with my hand.
After what seemed like an eternity, but was in fact more like 15 minutes I heard someone coming up to the door. It swung open and in he walked with a lady around his arm. I was speechless as they walked past me, with him giving me a pat on the head as he did. I still had no idea what was happening, but was still incredibly turned on by it.
I heard them sit down on the couch and talk softly. I was still kneeling and wasn’t sure what to do. Thankfully after a few minutes, he called me over. As I was getting up, he quickly said “no, crawl”. I got back down to my knees and started crawling towards them. I looked up to see them both smiling and looked back down until I got to their feet.
I looked up at them again, waiting for him to tell me what to do next. After whispering something into her ear, he told me to lie down on my back and masturbate for them. As I was lying down and getting my hand onto my soaking pussy, he added that I have to ask for permission if I wanted to cum. I nodded and began rubbing my slit for them and after a short while, put two fingers into my warm, wet pussy. I kept fingering it and after a short while, I moaned to ask if I may cum. To my disappointment, he said no and to keep going. I had to slow down and ease up on the pressure I was fingering, but I kept going.
After another few minutes, I again moaned to ask if I may cum, to which he again said no, but this time also to stop and kneel again. I reluctantly did as he ordered and as I got up, I saw them making out and her stroking his hard cock. I was extremely jealous and wanted to say something, but thought better of it. I just kept watching as the kept kissing and whispering to each other while she carried on stroking his cock and he was rubbing her pussy inside her skirt.
Then he told me to take off her panties, which I did while he kept playing with her pussy. Next he told me to put them in my mouth, which I again did without question. I could taste her juices on the panties and I was sort of turned on at their scent. I kept watching them as she came down and undid his jeans and took out his cock. She proceeded to suck it while glancing at me every few seconds. I tried touching my pussy, but he simply shook his head as if to say I shouldn’t, which made me even more wet and by now the wetness was running down my legs at quite a rate.
After a while, I heard him groaning while she moaned. I realized that he had cum in her mouth at this point which once again got me jealous for some reason. He then told me to put on the thong that was in my mouth, so I stood up and took them out and slid them on. They were quite tight, but I didn’t say anything and kneeled again. Then he told me to close my eyes, open my mouth and tilt my head back. I did as he ordered and heard her stand up and come towards me. Next thing I knew she was spitting the cum into my mouth and as it was happening, I heard him say to keep it in my mouth. When she was done, I looked at them as they got dressed, still horny and confused.
Then she approached me again and put a business card in her thong which I was still wearing. She winked at me and they headed towards the door. Just before they left, I heard him say, “you are allowed to cum now, as many times as you want. But only as long as you keep my cum in your mouth. Once you swallow, you aren’t allowed to cum anymore”. With that he closed the door and I heard them drive off.
After a short while, the shock wore off and I got onto the couch. I took off the tight thong and looked at the card she left. On it was her name and phone number and on the back was written, “I could use a slave like you, call me if you’re interested in a Mistress”. A million thoughts once again raced through my head as I began to rub my clit, making sure to not swallow the cum, which was still salty and warm in my mouth. I came very quickly, but I was still horny, so I kept at it for the next half hour, cumming 5 times by the time I was spent and swallowed the now diluted cum. Now totally drained, I fell asleep on the couch as I was.
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My Box (Pt.6)

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