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Kalla: Ch. 1

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

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Yvonne, just out of the shower, had the slightest hint of lightly perfumed soap about her fresh, smooth skin.
She slipped her tiny nightie over her shoulders, letting the delicate, pale pink, semi-see through garment fall lightly over her body.
Making a bow of the ribbon tie at the front of the nightie, she next pulled a pair of very brief, matching pink panties up over her slender legs.
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His cock swelled and swung out before him.
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Rob slipped on a shirt and pulled on his pants but when his wife looked to put something more modest on, he told her to go as she was.
Opening the door, they stepped from their holiday apartment.
Glancing at the neighbouring units, Rob noted many open windows and doors as the occupants tried to find some cooling air. Some windows were lit by the lights inside. The sound of a TV in one house competing with soft musical strains from another. Now and then the sound of voices and laughter could be heard from one of the many lit windows nearby.
Immediately in front of the apartment, Rob and Yvonne were in shadow. It would be unlikely that they could be seen if anyone should be outside and looking about. Once away from that protective shadow though, they would be in the open with just a few bushes dotted about the small patch of lawn, and a nearby streetlamp throwing its light on the general area.
Rob took his wife’s hand and went to lead her forward.
Yvonne pulled back and giggled as she exclaimed that she couldn’t go out dressed as she was.
Rob persisted in his attempt to lead her out into the open, telling her that she looked beautiful and sexy.
“But what would anyone think if I should be seen,” she exclaimed.
“They’d think that you were a fabulous little sex pot,” her husband laughed. “Besides,” he added, “no one here knows us anyway.”
Yvonne laughed happily, enjoying the thought that she should be described as a fabulous little sex pot.
It was true for both of them that they always felt more inclined to be sexually adventurous when away from home on holidays. At such times any immoral act would be unlikely to find its way back home to be a subject for gossip.
Rob pulled gently on his wife’s hand, and this time Yvonne let herself be led out of the shadow and onto the lawn at the front of the unit.
“Oh my God,” she giggled, “I hope that no one is going to see me dressed like this.”
Yvonne allowed herself to be led right to the front of the lawn, adjacent to the pavement.
“Oh, what would anyone think of me,” she again exclaimed in her excitement.
This time her husband answered much more explicitly. “They’d think that you were a dirty little slut,” he said.
Yvonne giggled and agreed that they really would think that of her.
Rob held his wife and kissed her lovingly, letting his hands roam over her breasts and down onto her cunt.
His hand slipped down the front of her panties, over the closely cropped pubic hair. He found the wet slipperiness of her cunt, and, knowing that his wife’s cunt always became so wet and slippery whenever she was sexually excited, he knew that she was now ready to be led further in this sexy game.
Yvonne nervously glanced about her, ready to flee back indoors should anyone appear.
Her husband too, glanced about and then tugged the ribbon tie of his wife’s sexy little garment so that it came undone and the front of the little nightie fell open, fully revealing Yvonne’s breasts.
Yvonne gave a little squeal of surprise as she clutched at her nightie. Rob took her hands and moved them to her sides, letting the nightie fall open showing her nakedness underneath.
Yvonne pretended to be flustered and embarrassed, but in truth she was greatly excited at being even more exposed in this public place.
“Who’s this dirty little whore showing herself off in public,” her husband teasingly laughed as he led her onto the actual pavement and walked her up and down.
Yvonne giggled and felt a trickle of juice run down the inside of her thigh.
“What a dirty little harlot,” her husband continued mockingly. “Perhaps she’ll take her panties off next, and show her cunt to everyone.”
With this, Rob hooked his fingers in the waistband of his wife’s panties and made to slide them down over her hips.
“Oh darling! I can’t!” Yvonne exclaimed, giggling merrily and clutching at her panties.
“C’mon, you know you really want to be a dirty little whore,” her husband urged.
Yvonne held onto her panties for just a moment, then, her body filled with surging lust, she let her hands fall away and her husband quickly slid her tiny, pink panties down over her legs.
The very short hemline of the nightie, trimmed with delicate lace depicting little pink hearts in a white lace surround, came to just on a line with Yvonne’s hips. Now the lower half of her ass cheeks could be seen, while at the front she was totally naked from her feet to her exposed cunt, up over her firm belly, right up between the gaping front of her nightie to her exposed breasts.
“What a filthy little slut you are,” her husband said in such an admiring and appreciative tone.
Yvonne had long ago found out that males were not all of the romanic type that she’d read of in trashy novels while still a schoolgirl.
Her explorations on the internet had soon opened her eyes to the fact that many men had great admiration for women who flirted with immorality and perverted sexual games.
She’d been amazed at, and had taken quite some time to understand the fact that some men had a great desire to degrade and defile the one that they loved so dearly.
Yvonne had come to realize that her husband was one of that latter type, and she had rapidly come to realize that it suited her own sexuality to be exactly the sort of woman that he desired her to be.
For Rob’s part, if he had loved his wife so dearly when they had first married, he now loved her so much more that she played the game and let him defile her purity and chastity. The fact too, that Yvonne outwardly appeared so modest and decent, added a delicious wickedness to the times when he pushed her towards acting like a whore and a slut.
The sounds from the surrounding houses and holiday apartments continued to drift on the still night air.
Their holiday unit was just fifty yards or so from the beach road,where an occasional car cruised by.
The sound of waves on the wide, sandy beach made a pleasantly relaxing background just audible when one listened for it.
Another car could be heard slowly driving on the beach road. Suddenly, unexpectedly, the car slowed at the corner and began to swing into the road in which our two lovers stood.
Yvonne gasped and could do nothing more that clutch at her husband and try to conceal herself behind him.
The car came by them and began to accelerate along the road, the driver apparently not having noticed them as he’d followed the beam of the car’s headlights which had illuminated the far side of the road.
Yvonne laughed and relaxed once more, the nervous panic that had suddenly gripped her dissipating as rapidly as it had come.
Rob was filled with very different emotions – emotions of increasing lust and excitement. He now had his eyes firmly studying a semi-darkened doorway at the front of one of the houses opposite.
The reason for this great interest being that as the passing car had turned the corner, its headlights had briefly swept across the far side of the street. In that brief glow of brilliance which had lit the buildings, Rob had noticed two men standing in a doorway, and very definitely looking directly across the road to where he and Yvonne were standing.
Rob, taking his wife’s hand, led her from the pavement out onto the road.
Yvonne, still believing they were unobserved, sexily and laughingly allowed herself to be led.
Across the road to the far gutter they progressed. You could say that Yvonne was not only physically heading towards the gutter, but figuratively speaking, was morally heading towards the gutter as well.
The couple stepped from the road to the far pavement. Yvonne was so busy nervously glancing to left and right, that she still had not seen the shadowy figures watching from their dark vantage point.
Now Yvonne was no more that fifteen yards from the two men.
Rob stood slightly behind his wife and eased the sides of her unfastened nightie well open so as to fully display her naked body to the men. He cupped his wife’s small breasts to highlight them, then slid his hands down his wife’s body and stroked the insides of her thighs before fondling her cunt.
The two men had in fact been watching Rob and Yvonne from the very first moment that they had appeared outside their unit. The men had been sitting on their doorstep enjoying the night air rather than the warm stuffiness inside the house. They had seen the couple appear, and had looked admiringly at Yvonne in her very brief and sexy little nightie.
The men had seen Yvonne’s slight reluctance to venture out into the open. They’d thrilled when they saw the man undo the front of the woman’s nightie and expose her breasts, and when they saw the man take the woman’s panties down, they’d both immediately risen to their feet to obtain the very best view and to stroke their hardening cocks.
The men had thought to conceal themselves when they’d seen the couple approaching across the road towards them. They’d been certain that if their presence was detected by either of the couple, then the woman at least would flee back across the street, and that would be the end to this very sexy display that the men were so enjoying.
It was incredible that the couple, rather than go straight across the street, were moving at a slight angle as if they were intent on ending up right before where the men stood. It slowly came upon the men’s understanding that, in actual fact, the guy who was intent on leading the woman in their direction, seemed to be looking at them. Had he seen them? Was he in fact showing the woman off to them? It became more and more apparent that he actually was.
Once the couple stood out on the pavement before the men’s house, and the man began fully displaying the slut’s body to them, there could be no further doubt. The thing was though, that the woman still appeared to be completely oblivious to the fact that she was being exhibited.
Both men now had their substantial cocks out and were slowly stroking them as they lustfully viewed the lovely slut who was being so lewdly and wonderfully displayed.
Rob now grasped his wife’s arms just a little more firmly as he stood behind her.
“Look straight ahead darling,” he whispered.
Yvonne, smiling and thinking that this was some further game, let her gaze look dreamily forward.
“Look at the doorway,” her husband was telling her at the very moment that her gaze encountered the two men standing there.
Yvonne gave a little shriek and her automatic reaction was to flee back to their apartment. This action was thwarted by her husband’s firm grip.
Yvonne half struggled, her eyes fastened upon the two men.
A part of her mind told her to flee, this was the part conditioned by her chaste upbringing – but the other part of her mind was taking in the gorgeous, big, hard cocks that the men were stroking. This part of her mind told her that she would soon be touching and licking and sucking those wonderful cocks, that they would soon be filling her body as they fucked her. She stopped struggling and stood looking, shamefully aware that her nakedness was fully exposed to the men’s view.
Yvonne felt her husband’s gentle forward pressure behind her. She took a step forward. Then another as her husband, still holding her firmly, pressed forth.
Closer to the men – just a matter of nine or ten yards.
Yvonne felt her husband easing her nightie, which was concealing very little anyway, off her shoulders. It fell to the ground. She was naked.
Yvonne lowered her gaze in shameful embarrassment as her husband led her right up to the men.
Her gaze, while unable to look into the men’s faces, was now directed towards their magnificent hard cocks. She lusted for them. She wanted them. She couldn’t wait to be fucked and to suck those gorgeous, gorgeous cocks.
Her mind was in a whirl. She heard her husband offering her to the men. She was now being mauled, touched, fondled, her most intimate places being explored.
Yvonne’s head was still lowered in embarrassment. Those gorgeous, hard cocks kept brushing against her thighs. She longed for them. She couldn’t wait any longer. Should she touch them? Should she fondle them as the men were fondling her? Would she look a slut if she touched them? She didn’t care, her hands lightly took a cock in each. They felt so good, so hard, so lovely. She squatted down and moved her mouth to the hard, round, swollen head of one of the cocks. She pressed her slightly parted lips onto the end, then pressing forward, eased her mouth slowly over its superbly solid length.
“Fuck! The slut’s definitely ready for it,” she heard one of the guys say.
She felt her head being firmly held and her mouth being fucked by that wonderful, hard cock slipping between her lips and sliding right to the back of her throat.
“Let’s get the slut into the bedroom,” a different voice said, and she was pulled off the cock and taken into the darkened house.
The men led the way to the bedroom.
Yvonne now felt a fresh bout of embarrassment as the electric light came on and she was thoroughly surveyed by the men.
“Fuck! You’re lovely,” one of the men told her.
Yvonne raised her eyes to his face and smiled sweetly.
Around and around, turned this way and that. Yvonne was studied, touched explored. Her legs, thighs, belly, breasts, arms, neck and head – nothing escaped attention. She was turned, bent over, made to squat, stood up again with legs apart, then with one leg up on the bed, her pussy felt and fingered, her breasts pushed this way and that. She felt like an animal at the livestock market being inspected prior to sale, all of which made Yvonne more and more embarrassed but more and more lustfully excited.
In reality the inspection lasted no more than a minute before Yvonne was made to kneel on all fours and she felt hands gripping her hips and a cock gliding easily up into her slippery pussy.
“Ah! What a fabulous cunt,” she heard the guy groan lustfully as his cock sunk its full length into her pussy.
At the same time the other guy had positioned himself before her, and taking a firm grip of her head, his cock slipped into her eager mouth.
Pushing her tongue just slightly forward so that it covered her lower teeth, and keeping her mouth just slightly opened so that her upper lip was pressed back over her upper teeth, Yvonne worked with tongue and lips, sucking her cheeks in to form a soft, fuckable pout with her mouth.
She sucked and sucked, pressing her head forward each time the guy pressed his cock forward so that the cock slid in right to the back of her throat.
Regulating her breath so that she held it each time the cock probed the entrance to her throat, Yvonne was able to stay from gagging, and soon had the guy moaning and panting as his cock and balls came to the point of pouring forth his semen into her mouth.
“Oooorrrrr fuuuuuuck,” the guy groaned in an absolute ecstasy of lust as he pulled his cock from Yvonne’s mouth so as not to cum too soon.
“Fuck! What a fabulous fucking cock sucker,” he groaned. “I’ve never known anything like it before.”
He rested a moment to regain his composure, and then once more began to fuck Yvonne’s mouth.
It only took a minute and once more he was moaning and groaning as his balls felt about to pump his cum out with such velocity that it would have surely drowned the slut.
Again he pulled away before he reached the point of pumping his cum forth.
Yvonne looked up at him during each of these pauses. She was panting with lust as she thrilled to the gorgeous, big, hard cock that was plunging in and out of her now sloppy pussy. The cock slurped in and out making obscene sounds as it slid through the slippery mucus which was literally dribbling from Yvonne’s vagina.
She panted and made soft moaning noises of delight at the fabulous treatment she was receiving.
She held her mouth open, licking her lips and wanting the cock to come back to continue her mouth fucking.
“Are you ready,” she asked in a soft, sweet, and sexy voice as she looked up at the guy before her.
“Fuck! You’re a real fucking nympho aren’t you,” the guy exclaimed as he slowly regained enough composure to once more enter her eagerly awaiting mouth.
Yvonne sucked his cock into her mouth, sucking and using her tongue to full effect on the underside of the fabulous thick penis.
Surely I’m not really a nympho, she thought to herself as she lovingly sucked at the cock.
She considered how sometimes, on rare occasions, her husband and her went for two or three days without fucking – that’s not like being a nympho she thought to herself.
Admittedly she did masturbate a lot, usually not more than once or twice a day though. She quickly let these thoughts drift from her mind as she lusted and fucked with the two men.
What delight Yvonne felt as the big, hard cock slid relentlessly in and out, in and out of her pussy. It was longer and thicker than her husband’s and she really appreciated the extra size, feeling it stretching her so that she felt wonderfully filled by the cock, and with the head of that cock that she so adored, just now and again pressing lightly against the wall of her uterus deep, deep within her as it all but bottomed out in her lusting, dribbling, and so receptive pussy. At the same time she had the lustful delight of being continually face fucked by the second of those two magnificent cocks that were so beautifully abusing her body.
Yvonne rocked back and forth, continually shoved this way and that by the huge, hard cocks that continued on and on fucking and fucking her pussy and mouth. The men’s hands kept mauling her naked body, feeling her breasts, feeling her pussy, sliding over her soft, smooth skin to explore every part of her.
Lust filled her mind and her body. She listened to the men panting and grunting as they lusted over and in her. This was no more than crude, debauched, lustful, sex with the two men satisfying their animal desires to dominate and to fuck. Yvonne herself was in a delirium of corrupt, wanton indulgence of her excessive sexual appetite.
Just half an hour earlier, Yvonne had never laid eyes on these men. She knew not their names nor anything about them. She had barely even glimpsed their faces and yet here they were fucking and fucking and fucking her – and she wanted it, she cared not what or who they were, she just craved for their gorgeous cocks to keep fucking and abusing her for ever.
The two guys swapped position and Yvonne next had the guy’s cock all covered with her pussy slime entering her mouth. She sucked it lovingly.
“Wait until Charlie and Ziggy hear about this'” the guy mounting into Yvonne’s pussy laughed to his mate.
Yvonne’s husband immediately took interest and asked about these two men that had been mentioned.
Being told that they were two guys staying in the next door apartments, Rob asked if he should go and bring them to join in fucking his wife.
The two guys agreed that he should, and so Robert, excitedly eager to have his wife fucked and degraded to the fullest extent possible, hurried off leaving his wife being fucked cunt and mouth.
Finding the apartment that he’d been directed to, Rob told the guys that their friends in the house next door, had a dirty slut who was turning it on, and that they’d asked Rob to let them know that they could join in if they wished.
It turned out that the only hesitation the guys had, was caused by the fact that they had a couple of their mates with them at the time.
“That’s not a worry,” Rob exclaimed, excitedly solving the problem for them, “bring them along too. The slut that they’ve got in there is such a dirty fucking whore that she’ll take on any number of you.
Moments later Rob was eagerly and lustfully leading the group of four men into the house where his wife Yvonne was being so thoroughly abused.
Yvonne was stunned when the chatter of these four new guys suddenly filled the room as they entered. That made six men – seven counting her husband Rob!
The newcomers quickly stripped naked to reveal their hard, lust filled cocks all ready to fuck this slut’s every body opening. They eagerly gathered around her and six pairs of hands where soon mauling her all over.
Soon Yvonne had two new cocks entering her mouth and pussy, then two more as the men constantly swapped position first fucking her sloppy cunt, then her so delightful mouth, then mauling her breasts, her belly, her thighs, her ass.
Soon her ass was being fingered by man after man as she continued to be cunt and mouth fucked.
The natural progression then, was for her to have her ass fucked as well as pussy and mouth.
She laughingly squatted down onto one guy’s cock as he held it erect and ready for her ass to slide down over its hard, lust gorged length. Leaning back onto her elbows and forearms, Yvonne then brought her knees up and apart so that the next guy could get in and continue fucking her pussy.
Having those two cocks wonderfully penetrating her two lower holes, Yvonne tipped her head back in preparation for a cock to plunge down her gullet.
Yvonne was gagging and choking, tears coming to her eyes as a cock plunged vigorously in and out of her mouth and right down into her actual throat.
She could feel the cocks rampant in her pussy and ass. She could feel them stretching her, especially the one in her bottom. She could feel them both deep within her body, pushing up each canal and almost rubbing together with only the thin membrane wall separating her two fuck tubes.
Yvonne’s body was surging with lustful sensations as she hovered so desperately close to orgasm.
Suddenly, unexpectedly, her mouth was filled with gooey cum as the cock began to pump spurt after spurt of its cum forth.
Yvonne lustfully slid her tongue around and around in the mucky stuff. Licking it about and tasting it as she swallowed it down.
The cock, still quite hard, slid slowly from between her lips. The guy’s cock then slapped heavily across her cheeks a few times before wiping the last remaining globs of white cum over her face.
Yvonne smiled up at the man, lightly moving her lips in a sexy kissing motion towards him.
No time for more of that though. Another cock was immediately filling her mouth. Yvonne sucked the new cock and licked lovingly, lustfully, sluttishly.
Yvonne loved this attention. She was the centre of the men’s world at that moment.
Vaguely she thought that she heard her husband asking the guy’s if they knew of any others who might want to use her. In her lust she would have taken any number of men who might come to fuck and use her.
Pussy and ass were both cummed in, making them sloppy and messy for the next cocks to enter, and enter they did. Once more Yvonne had three cocks fucking her mouth, pussy and bottom.
She was deliriously happy with this treatment. She responded to every shove of every cock, all the time wanting to satisfy every lustful move of the men.
Her brain was not consciously thinking of anything other than the wonderful cocks which were fucking her, yet somehow she slowly became aware that her husband was no longer there. She didn’t care. She had everything she could ever want.
She’d no sooner made this discovery about her husband, than he entered the room with another four men, all looking eagerly and expectantly into the room at the scene of such absolute debauchery.
This new group of men quickly began to strip so as to get their share of this depraved, perverted harlot.
The incredible orgy of moral corruption went on and on with Yvonne being fucked and fucked and fucked, continually, degradingly, used as no more than a living thing for the purpose of satisfying the men’s lustful desires.
Mouthful after mouthful of gooey semen she consumed.
Cuntload after cuntload of adulterous sperm filled her pussy and her bottom until every cock had satisfied themselves, some even using her more than once.
Yvonne lay there naked, fucked, hair dishevelled with cum matting it into a tacky mess. Her face with white cum dribbling down over it. Her pussy and ass oozing cum along with her own juices.
She was panting, exhausted, so wonderfully happy. She heard talk of tomorrow when there would be even more men to fuck her. She dreamily looked forward to more of the men’s lecherous treatment.

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Working ‘Girl’

This idea has been in my head for a long time. If you’re not into young, crossdressing, or older man/younger boy, then turn back now. I do not condone anything in this story, it is simply a fantasy. I hope you enjoy it!

Fantasy

Daddy’s Friends

Brenda rushed up the drive, opening the door, and flinging her bag in the corner as she kicked off her shoes, she was in a rush, her friends were all meeting on MSN for a chat and she didnt want to be late
She stopped in her tracks as she saw her Daddy sat in the room with 2 other men who she hadnt seen before, they were all watching her and she suddenly felt uncomfortable.
‘AAhh here is my little princess now, come and say hello to my friends Brenda’ he said, his voice brooking no argument and she reluctantly walked into the room, looking at her watch in a hope her Daddy would get the message she was in a rush.
‘Say hello Brenda’ he prompted and she did so, shuffling and looking at her feet, why were they staring at her like that
‘Wow, she will be a beauty, she will keep you on your toes eh?’ one of the men laughed and her Daddy laughed too, although he shook his head
‘She is a good girl, I dont predict any problems, she is just starting to flourish, turn from a girl to a woman, but I believe she knows her Daddy knows best’ Turning to her he asked ‘Isnt that so Brenda’
‘Yes Daddy’ she said looking at her watch again and missing her Daddy’s frown. She would be punished for that insolence later.
‘Now you are here, you can be our waitress, serve our drinks Brenda’ he ordered noting with satifaction the look of resignation with a fleeting glint of ammpyance in her eye’
‘Yes Daddy’ she said, going into the kitchen to put on the kettle, returning a few minutes later with a tray that she set down on the low coffee table, unaware that as she bent, the tops of her thighs were clearly visible to one man, her budding breasts and cleavage giving the second man an eyeful.
‘Now stand in the corner, your hands behind your back, legs slightly open until we need you further’ her Daddy ordered dismissing her but not giving her the freedom she so desperately wanted, her friends would wonder where she was, but she did as she was told.
All 3 men watched, seeing the look of anger and rebellion that flitted across her face before she managed to mask it.
‘She is feisty my friend’ said one of the men picking up his cup ‘She wont obey you like that for much longer’
Brenda’s daddy looked at her before turning to his friend ‘She will always obey me’ he said quietly ‘Whether she lives here or not, whether she goes to uni, whether she gets married, I will click my fingers, issue my orders and she will obey. Let me demonstrate’
Turning towards her he beckoned with his finger ‘Brenda, get down on your hands and knees and crawl to your daddy’ he ordered and loving the look of humiliation on her face, he watched her do as he asked
‘Now I want you to show Daddy’s friends what a big girl you really are,stand up and take off your uniform for me Brenda’ his voice was low and she knew from experience that if she didn’t obey him now, the consequences would be severe, but she looked at him in shock, surely he didnt really want her to strip in front of strangers
He raised an eyebrow, and she struggled to her feet, her legs suddenly shaking and her fingers barely able to undo the buttons on her blouse, she kept glancing at her Daddy, expecting him to stop her, but instead he sat back watching her,
As she looked at the other men, they leant forward, licking their lips and one of them was rubbing at his groin, and she groaned, mortified, her eyes filling with tears, unaware that this made her look even more vulnerable.
Eventually her skirt and blouse were in a heap at her feet and she stood self consciously trying to cover herself
‘Come and sit on Daddy’s knee’ he said patting his lap and she did so, horrified when he unclipped her bra and it slipped from her shoulders, he had no intention of letting anyone else touch her, she was HIS little girl, but his friends comments had irritated him and he wanted them to see what a beautiful arrangement he and Brenda held.
He knew that one of his friends had the same ethics in his family, and the other, his oldest school friend had always believed women should know their place and ruled his wife with a rod of iron.
‘Show Daddy’s friends how big your titties are getting Brenda’ he said, loving how she cupped them and played with them, before burying her head in his neck, shamed making it flame bright red, and he grinned, he loved embarrassing her. he loved the power it made him have over her.
Hugging her close and kissing the top of her head, he rested his hand on her inner thigh, forcing her legs apart, she resisted slightly, his nails digging into her flesh telling her he wasnt happy, and with a sigh she opened them. He stroked up her leg to the very top, just resting his fingers there, before hooking them under her panties and rubbing her mound.
He touched her clit and she jumped, moaning as he pushed his fingers into her pussy. Looking at her he said
‘Brenda, you arent wet, arent you having a nice time, dont you like Daddy loving you?’
What did she say to that, she was ashamed, mortified, upset, of course she wasnt wet but she looked at him
‘I m just a bit embarrasssed Daddy’ she whispered hoping he would understand
He nodded, but continued to push his fingers inside you ‘I WANT you wet’ he said nipping her tender clit between finger and thumb and sucking hard on her nipples, before lifting his head and ramming his tongue in her mouth, he tasted of cigarettes and coffee and she gipped, struggling to escape and as she squirmed, his cock got harder and his fingers slipped deeper inside her.
Wanking her off in front of his friends as she desperately tried to evade his probing fingers, turned him on and he frigged her hard, his mates both now rubbing their own cocks. He could feel her juices starting to flow, not because she was enjoying it, but because her body was trying to protect itself, and he pulled out, now playing with her over her knickers, pushing the white cotton deep inside her.
Forcing her to stand up he could see the wet patch on her panties and he pointed it out
‘See she is a good girl, but a dirty girl, look at that’, he touched the wet patch with his finger before holding out his hand, watching Brenda stick out her tongue and lick his hand
He pulled her knickers up further, the material now burying deep in her slit, the only thing she was wearing, and her degradation was complete when he ordered to stay where she was, her hands behind her back, tits out, legs open.
Tears fell from her eyes, but the men ignored her now as they continued with their conversation, although she was aware of her Daddy stroking her arse occassionally. squeezing her cheeks, and she closed her eyes.
What would her next lesson be.

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Taking Beth part 2

Beth is at home worrying about how to deal with her brothers safety, Jackson and what happened to her at the prison

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A lifetime of Curiousity and Devious Behaviour #2

This memory recall comes from a later period in my life. I’m going to jump ahead about ten years to a
bachelors party in Vegas I went to. I have a couple more that will come in
between the first and second, I just wanted to get this one on paper while it’s
still fresh in my mind today. Sometimes the scenes and the memories blur
together, depending upon the day. I still have all my faculties, and I still
have two gorgeous 30 yr old nurses giving me a sponge bath while topless. They
like the pay anyway and these two I have done nothing drastic too, or taken
advantage of. I just figure for a 100 yrs old…I should get some perks….even
if it comes In the form of tits!!
As I said, I was about 25, in
Vegas with two buddies, whooping it up, just partying. I never told my friends
of my unnatural abilities, nor did I ever use it on them. We were roaming
around the strip and getting a little tipsy. We happened to be walking, around
midnight, when I noticed a newlywed couple coming out of a chapel.. Their limo
said Just Married on it, and they looked perfectly in lust or love. We happened
to be coming up on them when I took a closer look. The accent coming from the
female just got me and made my cock start stirring. There was something so
alluring about a sweet southern accent on a sweet southern belle. The perfect
apple bottom with lightly curled long blond hair, and the perfect creamy white
complexion. Her goofy looking husband looked like he might be a computer nerd.
Smart girl I thought to myself. Marry for money and security. I bet she ends
up giving blowjobs once a year and still gets the biggest diamond on the block.
I told my two buddies to go on without me for awhile, I’ll have the limo drop me back off at the casino when I’m done. Off they disappeared into the night.
I strolled up to the back door just as the husband was sitting down. I whipped two spheres of light out from inside my head and wrapped both of their minds around my pinky finger.
They were already compliant even as I told hubby to scoot on over and make some
room for a new friend. And he did. I shut the door and told the limo to drive
us to an upscale casino off the beaten path and to take the scenic route.


I smiled a devilish smile at both the newlyweds, and introduced myself. My name is Chris, and I’m
here to be your entertainment for this special occasion. I’m giving you each a
pocketful of gambling money as a present for this glorious occasion. If I cared
what your names were, I would ask, but since they have no bearing on how the
evening is going to progress, you can keep that information to yourself.
Neither of you will talk, or do anything but sit there and wait to be told what
to do. You kiddies are under my care the rest of the night and probably on till
the sun rises. I can promise you this, you won’t be the same when I’m done
playing my games with you…but you will have a lot of cash and some really
crazy memories of your honeymoon. You both are completely relaxed and the
things I will be instructing you to do may seem cruel and unusual, but in the
end I hope you accept the fact that I’m doing this mainly for my pleasure. How
did such a nerdy do gooder land himself a hot ass number like her?” I asked the
hubby? “Just luck and money I guess,” he tried explaining. “I’ll say. They grow them
sweeter down south. So I’m gonna hop right in and yall are too. Now I want you
both to strip down completely naked and fold your clothes neatly and put them in
the bin under the seat. No backtalk, no questions, no moans. You don’t have a
choice to disobey because I own your minds and you are under my power. It took
the hubby less time than his wife but eventually she got there. So both of you may spread
your legs wide and keep them there. Lock your fingers together behind your
head, keep your eyes down and don’t look directly at your master. I am your
master, am I not?” I wanted to know. They both nodded yes at the same time.
Good Gosh I was going to hell someday(75 years from this point maybe, haha) I
pulled out a trusty little 7 pronged leather whip from somewhere within my
clothes. I looked it over and then scooted over to Belle. Sitting across from
her I was wholly taken aback by her radiant beauty. “Now, Sunshine, this is
going to hurt you way worse than it’s going to hurt me. You aren’t going to
move from that position until I say so.” Both parties were nervous
and visibly shaking. A complete stranger had intruded upon their night and
somehow coaxed them into being in their birthday suit. I began by letting the whip fall lightly on top of her upper thighs and across her inner thighs. It circled madly, slowly, ever hardening the power with which it fell. Ten minutes and tears later her thighs were turning into my favorite color….submissive red! The stinging of the whip was getting to her fresh flesh that had never before encountered sexplay like this….and definitely hadn’t ever encountered someone like me. I waited to see the begging to want to please me in her eyes and through her tears. The giving up of one’s self mentally, physically, and emotionally. I’m able to get this anyway because of my powers but it happens naturally also, if done right.
I glanced over at her new husband and he was sitting there with a hard on, just as quiet as a mouse. I taunted him a little and her too…
“You know buddy, I’m really sorry for you for what’s about to occur,” I explained on in greater detail, “I’m going to be the first one to put their dick in your new wife, and hell I ain’t even married to her. But that’s ok because by the time she’s done licking all the cum off the tip of my cock, she may just want a divorce buddy. I mean no offense, but with your little 6 inch dick, who are you going to please with that? Now let me show you what it’s supposed to look like.”
“Hey blondie, I want you to reach up and slowly take off the lower half of my clothes,” I commanded of the wife.
She reached up, with two trembling hands, and started fumbling with the zipper and button to my jeans. She reached down and undid my shoelaces and proceeded to take both socks and shoes off. I interjected a round of kissing and licking of my feet by my slutty blond girl, while on her hands and knees. When finished she came back up to finish undressing me. I had already pulled my shirt off and my nicely toned muscles were making her wet already. She slid the pants and boxers off, over my hardening cock, and pulled them off my legs. When my dick had popped free from it’s confines, she let out an audible intake of breath. She even paused and just stared straight on at the 10 in long cock…and it stared back! Since the beginning story, now that I’ve reached adulthood, my dick had gotten even larger. I’ve been told by my grandmother that it just keeps growing (because of the power), the rest of my natural life. Oh Darn!!
“What do you think of that pussy slayer? I bet you want to feel it fucking you, stretching you, emblazoning your loins with lust. Oh, your going to get your chance in due time you cock hungry sexy thang. In a few hours from now this will all be over and fading into your memory, and you two partners can go live your lives together happily ever after.” I explained the rules of engagement as I have learned it over the years. I’ve had several mishaps because loopholes in my system have come back to haunt me already about 3 times. It’s been at least a year since I’ve had any drama come back to my doorstep due to using my powers. I’m pretty sure it’s airtight, my rules of engagement. I went on to command their concious minds with all the safeguards and no talking or writing about this ever, with anyone, with anything, for any reason.
I positioned the woman on her knees, but on the floorboard of the limo. I’ve got her legs spread far apart and I push her head back on to the seat, and tell her to relax in this position. Her husband was on the same side only inches away, doing his duty that I had given to him. Which was to cuck on the sidelines silently whilst I broke in this new stallion I’ve found to ride. I couldn’t tell what was turning him on more, his naked wife, all submissive and naked, or watching my cock flop around as I prepared the scene about to take place. I caught him looking on more than two occasions…well it was an impressive tool, that most men would be jealous of, and most women long to be filled with.
I crawled up on to the seat and placed my knees on either side of the wife’s head, and grabbed on to the back of the seat for balance and support. She looked up at me wide-eyed, and almost got poked in the eye by my manhood.
“Hey, cocksucker!” I said in a low voice, “You know what’s about to happen here and that is I’m going to be doing some olympic events, my cock…vs….your slutty mouth! Open your mouth wide..aaahhh that’s a good girl….now stick your tongue out and keep it there. Good, now be still while we get you acquainted with your new best friend here.”
I lowered my engorged cock head to her tongue and just rested it there. I reached down and grabbed my rod, and slowly glided it around the entire circumference of her lips. Then i popped the head into her mouth, that was stretched open widely already. Teeth started to scrape both top and bottom of my dick, and I pulled back. I grabbed her cheeks and sharpened my tone when I warned her that if teeth touched my skin anywhere again, I would remove them for her, and make a necklace of them for her to wear forever more as a reminder…..a reminder that she should get better at sucking a cock. I briefly explained how she should keep her lips in between my skin and her teeth and this would probably go easier for her. I knew already(and from past experience) that most women had difficulty fitting my girth in their mouths without some jaw locking, popping, or dislocation. She tried valiantly as I kept pushing forward, letting my manly spear invade her mouth, to keep softer lips on me, and no teeth. I told her to suck it and move her tongue around it, whenever it’s in her mouth(or out). Her cheeks hollowed slightly and I got a got vacuum seal going on. I started long stroking slowly her mouth. I told the other bitch on the seat how much satisfaction I was receiving and thanked him dearly for sharing such a lovely married slut with me, even gracious enough to offer before he was able to partake himself. What a guy…what a friend…..what a chump I laughed at him kind of crazily. I’m fucking your wife’s mouth and your just sitting there watching…enjoying it even. We changed paces now and I started ramming my cock down and into the bitches throat. Every time she would almost gag, but where would she gag to? Somehow nature took it’s course and kept her breathing(for the most part), except for when I deliberately made her black out for a second, while I kept my dick lodged in her throat and explained what I was doing and how she was going to take it all politely and graciously! I let her have her and watched her eyes barely focus before fucking her throat some more. I felt my balls swing forward and smack her chin, with every deep push.
She was red faced and sweating now, her hairs clinging to the side of her face here and there. And bless her little heart was she trying to take it all like a champ. Most pro’s couldn’t take the pounding I was giving her, but since I gave her no choice, she took it like a champ. I continued fucking and taunting the pair for another fifteen to twenty minutes, and then stopped for a small breather. I sat on the seat like you would normally sit when riding in a limo….or a car with a seat of anykind for that matter, and dragged her by the hair up with me. I spun her around and told her to tongue bathe deez nutz, while I came up with the next task. I stopped for pictures of her and my cock at this time, and did many poses and clicks of her giving me head that would have sold for a mint on-line, but luckily I had no need for money or fame…it’s just for my private collection…and when I’m older…to privately view again…..and again!
Some were full length films that I made, some just snapshots, and others just words in a memoir, and your dirty imagination bringing it to life. Meanwhile, back at the batcave…..
The wife’s breathing had returned to normal after about ten minutes of licking my balls, and I knew it was time for round 2. I grabbed her by the hair again, with a fist full of blond locks and roughly dragged her head and face and forced her into the corner of the seatback and seat bottom. Stay, Bitch! I commanded. She whimpered in compliance. I spread her knees and feet apart with my legs, and left her slightly moist pussy wide open for the taking. I asked her if she wanted. All bullshit aside…if she wasn’t married, if I hadn’t basically just raped her mouth and throat…Did she want to be fucked good and long by this beautiful cock…she didn’t even hesitate to whisper yes…she wanted to feel that tower of power rip her pussy asunder. I pushed the head of my cock into her pussy and she almost screamed. It’s to wide she started to protest, and I gave her a donkey punch which I assumed hurt, but it also shut her up entirely, and I proceeded to drive forward….halfway….three quarters….man I don’t know where it all went I started telling her husband but fuck around and look at that. She has deep guts I guess…not that you’ll ever reach that barrier eh boy?, I joked at him, and just started doing lunges into his wife’s overstuffed pussy. She started moaning sweetly into every thrust, and I brought her screaming through an unexpected orgasm. Well, I guess since she got to finish, I should be able to finish too.
And with that decision made, I started riding this country girl for all she could take. I was pounding her crevice like some Greek God would have been like to a mortal. The whole naughty scene and what I’ve done and was doing…well it finally got to me….and how. My cock head was tingling and filling full of blood, and my breaths came ragged now too. I was seconds away from blowing a wad of jizm so strong it would have come up her throat and out her mouth had I continued to fuck her sweet pussy. But alas, I did not cum in her pussy, instead, I threw her back into her original cock sucking position, and kept grinding away to get my rocks off. With the first blast, I pulled out of her mouth and money shotted her. It went up her nose, on her closed eyes, and up and into her bangs. The second pump I ejaculated on to her waiting tongue, and slapped the head a few times on her face. The third and final spooge, I sat her up and made her keep it in her mouth. She just looked at me, cum dripping from her face, lips, nose….Swish it around I told her, across your tongue and teeth. She shivered as she complied, in utter humiliation and yet, still highly turned the fuck on. I made her then kiss her husband and he got her mouth full, which I then made him swallow. I thought he turned a shade of green but I didn’t really care. We both laid back on the seat a minute just touching each other, being close in the moment.
After a few moments I started getting dressed. I wouldn’t let them get dressed yet, I had something else in mind…as I stopped the driver and the limo… I told the husband to fuck his wife in every way that I just had…and like I just did. I told her she would let him replay things out just this once before they both regained full control of their will. After that, they were on their own to find their sexual compatibleness, however they felt fit as newlyweds. I exited the vehicle, and stepped into the casino to continue whooping it up with the bachelor party. I showed them a couple photos that I had taken in my phone of miss southern belle and her nightly snack of sausage, with a side of hot beef injecting roughly, and they just smiled and laughed.
On a side note, the wife tried valliantly for two years after that to track me down to invite me back into her home for an evening…or a week…if I would stay. She was one of the few ever lucky enough to find me again while I happened to be reading the right Craigslist ad, and oh yeah…I went and visited her and her husband again…much to his dismay….and hers too….she wasn’t completely honest about how much her husband wanted to watch me fuck his wife again…so it was a complete surprise to him when I came knocking one evening. As twisted as I am and have been, even I have to draw some lines and standards for civility. She duped me for a tiny second because she wanted to sit on this dick again, but it really backfired on her when I took her home for a weekend….as my new pet dog….and let her play with my two wolfhounds….and I let them play with her….. but we’ll save that story for just my personal memories, I probably wouldn’t tell it with much detail, but let’s just say….that bitch was nothing but honest and good intentions for the rest of her life after I got done turning her pussy out….I bid you farewell, until the next episode………….

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Spying on Rosie

This is my first story so please let me know what you think. And let me know if there should be a sequel