SEXIE DADDY
the girl wanted me
Girl cousins get mother and dad
Teenagers doing what teenagers do
Im a cocky young high school student with a new friend. A story about a new friendship and a dirty secret involving my new friends younger sister… enjoy.
“We did a lot of talking after that. We told ourselves that we were adults, that
incest didn’t really apply to us because we weren’t kids, and this was something
we wanted to do.” Carol shrugged again. “So we did it! First, just by ourselves,
alone, I mean. Then we got daring and did it together and that was even a bigger
kick. The rest is history.”
Carol turned to her daughter. Marsha hadn’t heard the last part of the story.
She had fallen asleep, exhausted, a smile on her face and a finger inserted,
deep, in her pussy.
Carol covered her with her robe. She hadn’t told her about the other couples
that they had fucked; orgies, really, but, she thought, that could wait. So
could all the video’s, the evidence of their combined pleasures. Yes, it all
could wait. There had been enough excitement for one night in the Bradford
house.
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Carol paused outside of Peter’s room. She listened at the door, but heard no
sound. Did she dare try to talk to him, make him understand his sister’s
desires, prepare him for what she was sure would come? What would she say to
him?
She hesitated, a trembling hand on the doorknob. Taking a deep breath, she
turned the knob. The nightlight bathe the room in a soft, semi-darkness. The bed
was turned down, but had not been slept in. Surprised, she looked at the clock.
It was after midnight. Where could he be? Her mind started to race with concern
before she finally realized that Peter wasn’t a boy anymore. Wherever he was, he
could take care of himself.
She sat on the bed, suddenly exhausted; her pluck dissolving, leaving her sleepy
and forlorn. She would rest, just for a moment. Peter! You poor baby, she
thought as she laid down, you’re surrounded by people who have taken a different
road than you. Please try to understand, her drifting mind asked the enfolding
darkness.
Carol dozed, her mind flitting from memory to memory. The full wonders of sex
and passion had come somewhat late to her, aided by an exciting accident. Her
body had responded to dormant stimuli, and suddenly, yesterday’s perversions
became today’s pleasures. Behind closed doors, her passion knew no bounds,
everything was pleasure. There were no taboos. Only in the light of day did the
dread of exposure clutch at her heart, but it was night, and she was safe to
dream, to feel, and to want.
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Peter didn’t pay any attention to the light in the den as he slowly, and
quietly, started to climb the stairs. His legs hurt like hell and his shoulders
bore teeth and nail marks, vivid testimony to his aunt’s passion. He shook his
head, still not quite believing what had happened.
It had been insane! But it had also been, maddeningly exciting. He could still
feel his cock pushing the walls of Mary’s hot cunt apart; the slippery wetness
sucking him deep into an unbelievable molten furnace. Her legs had gone around
his waist and she had plunged her ass up and down his rigid cock as hard as she
could, all the time digging her fingers into his shoulders and nipping at his
chest. Her cunt was a gushing volcano, a vicious vise that clamped on his prick
and refused to let go. And all the while, her hips churned, frantically turning
one way then the other, trying their best to rip his cock off.
He had held her up by the asscheeks, trying to control her rhythm; match her
passion, but she was so wild he had trouble just hanging on. Her cums had
started almost immediately, building one on top of the other until he could no
longer tell when or how many. She just kept cumming, and when he shot his load,
the top of his head almost came off.
He had never fucked anyone so wild.
They had sunk to the bottom of the pool, the cooling water up to their chins.
“Just what I like,” she had said huskily, “good, hard cock! We’re going to have
lots of fun, sweet nephew.”
“Aunt Mary . . .”
“Mary! Just, Mary,” she said with a smile. “I’m not that much older than you.”
“Haw! If I didn’t, I sure know now. But what about uncle John?”
He was surprised when she threw back her head and laughed. She put her arms
around him and held his face close. “If he’s a good boy, I may let him make a
movie of us fucking each other. He’s like that.”
It was a crazy statement, but Peter’s hands had already encircled her waist and
were drifting up to her full tits. Mary had a lovely set of tits, he thought,
fondling them, making her moan with renewed passion, almost as nice as Marsha’s.
His cock twitched again as he remembered his sister standing in the bathroom,
her beautiful tits proud and erect. Mary giggled. “Ooooo, goody,” she said.
“Round two.”
This time they fucked on the pool stairs, with the water lapping at her pussy
again; her legs up high on his shoulders. Afterwards, she had cleaned his sticky
cock with her mouth, her tongue searching for every last, tacky, smear of
cum-juice. Her mouth was warm and soft and moist. When she was finished he was
squeaky clean and he had another hard-on.
“Oh, boy, am I tempted, but my pussy’s been pounded like a rock today.” Her hand
circled his thick shaft, her fingers barely touching. “You keep this ready for
another time. If I know my family, you’re going to have a very busy weekend.”
That was the second crazy thing she had said, he thought as he reached his room.
She was a great piece of ass but he was convinced that she was a bit wacky. He
opened his door.
His hand froze on the doorknob and his breath caught in his throat. He couldn’t
believe his eyes. Marsha lay coiled up on the bed, her back to him. The soft,
semi-darkness created erotic shadings in the valleys of her body. He looked
around hastily. It was no mistake. He was in his own room!
Despite the time spent with his aunt, Peter got a hard- on as he eyed her
shapely buttocks and watched her chest rise and fall, rhythmically. His mind
filled with images of her loveliness, flaming his frustration and his passion.
Slowly, he approached the bed, aware that he should turn and leave before she
woke, but just once, he wanted to get close to her – just once, put his arms
around her.
Carol knew she was dreaming and she smiled in the twilight world of half-sleep.
She felt her dream lover’s approach and the bed sag under his weight. She curled
her body to fit his contours, feeling the prodding stiffness of his heavy cock,
warm, against her back. She pushed back with her ass. The stiff prick twitched
as it touched her back and asscheeks and a low moan escaped her lips.
She knew he was young and strong. All her dream lovers were. His arm came across
her body and cupped her sensitive tit. An electric shock tingled her cunt and
she began to juice up. Lewdly, she rubbed her ass up against his rigid fuckpole.
It felt wonderful, and thrilling and her breathing became ragged.
His hand kneaded her full tit, and toyed with the nipple, making it stand hard
and erect. Turning to him, she moaned in real passion, her face still hidden by
the darkness. She sighed as her hands encircled his cock, the thing she craved.
It was thick, and meaty, and long, and the head was moist with passion.
Dreamily, she cooed. It would fill her wonderfully.
She heard her dream lover mumble, but couldn’t catch the words. It didn’t
matter. He slid down her trembling body, opening her robe, exposing her pleasure
pit. She ran her hands over his hard body as he went by, feeling his strength,
his vitality. Her body jumped and arched upward as his mouth clamped on her
cunt. She wailed in loud surprise. Shooting bolts of lightening surged through
her body as his tongue rammed through the blonde thatch, into her dewy cunt. Her
eyes snapped open and a cold sliver of reality stabbed her mind.
This was no dream! This was real! Someone was eating her pussy! Her mind fought
against the enormity of it all while her body begged her to surrender to the
wonderful pleasures that were charging upward to her brain. Her eyes were
blurring. She dug her fingers into his hair and tried to pull his head, to
recognize him, but he couldn’t be budged. His face, buried in her mound,
remained hidden in the darkness.
“No!” she hissed. “No! Stop! . . . please! Oh, God, that feels so good.” She
gasped and her mind whirled and she felt the fight go out of her body as his
tongue swirled around her puffy cuntlips, leaving a trail of wet, tingling
pleasures behind. Her juice flowed like a river as another sharp bolt of
pleasure coursed through her steaming pussy. She grabbed his hair, this time
twisting his face into her pleasure-raw pussy, smearing her tart, musky,
love-juice all over him.
“Oh, yessss!” she panted. “Suck my cunt! Lick my juice! Oh, God! Make me cum!
Ohhhhhh . . . I love it so much! . . . Whoever you are . . . please make me
cum!” she moaned in a small, desperate voice.
Peter was in another world. Years of fantasy, of frustration, of suppressed
desire had sent his mind to a place where convention and morality, even words
could not enter. Morality be dammed, he thought. He was sucking Marsha’s cunt
and nothing else mattered; nothing except the tangy juices that flowed over his
twisting, stabbing tongue.
He felt the fight in her body, heard her demands for release, felt the painful
tugging of his hair, but he refused to let go. Not until he had exorcised this
demon from his body. Not until he had stuffed her full of his engorged cock!
Carol felt the stranger reach over her squirming thighs and pull her cuntlips
apart with his fingers. She knew her naked clitoris was staring at him, pink and
vulnerable. He sucked it into his hot mouth and she jumped and cried out in
passion. Her toes clutched with each smack of his lips and the last long suck
sent a tidal wave of pleasure through her body and triggered her orgasm. She
wailed, hardly aware of where she was, or who she was with. It didn’t matter!
Only the pleasure mattered! She was drowning in pleasure, her body racked with
tic-like spasms, and yet, she wanted more.
Carol’s body heaved, and she panted with sudden exhaustion; perspiration
trickled down her brow but a small smile played at the corners of her lips and
she sighed. Never had she been sucked with such intensity; never with such
passion. Her body shivered and tingled and her cunt drooled at the thought of
being filled. Her eyes opened slowly and she saw the shadowy shape of her real
life dream lover rear up in front of her, his beautiful cock bobbing in front.
It was magnificent! Automatically, she opened her legs to receive him – this
stranger – this pleasure giver.
The moon cast a small silvery light across the room; across his face. Her brain
registered recognition, but didn’t believe, and before she could react it was
too late to save herself.
“Noooooooooo!” she wailed in desperation as Peter drove his rock-hard cock into
her sizzling, dripping, wide-open cunt. His rod parted the waiting pussylips and
sunk easily into the hot depths of her body. She writhed against the mattress,
legs spread; her body involuntarily undulating. She moaned and gibbered
incoherently, but her rational mind screamed at her. You’re fucking your own
step-son!
Fighting against her traitorous body, her fists pounded his humping body. Her
nails raked his heaving back. Still he drove into her, making her cunt contract,
sending fiery thrills throughout her demanding flesh. She bit her lip,
desperately hoping the pain would make her body heed the small, rational voice.
Her charged sensory system erupted as another surge of his powerful cock filled
her up. The small voice faded into the darkness and Carol surrendered to the
most exquisite ecstasy imaginable.
“Uhggggggg! Aaaaaaah! Oh, Peter! Peter!” she gushed as the pleasure of his prick
filled every pore of her body, sweeping her away, into an abyss. She wrapped her
legs around Peter’s loins, digging her heels into his asscheeks, forcing his
cock deeper into the surging volcano of her cunt. His cock felt huge! Mammoth!
It filled her up and pounded her sweaty body down into the mattress again and
again. She twisted her hips lewdly, matching him, stroke for plunging stroke.
Her lips showered him with hot, passionate kisses.
It was deja vu! A beginning and a continuation. It was the supreme taboo! And
the supreme pleasure!
A blinding explosion of primary colors filled her brain and she was swept up in
an excitement that defied descrip- tion. Her only, truly conscious, thought:
Marsha is going to be so very jealous.
Then the tidal wave rolled over her.
“Ohhhhhh! Fuck me!” she whispered, “Fuck meeeee!
“I can’t hold it!” Peter groaned. “Marsha! Baby! I’m cumming! . . .
cummmmmmmmmmm!”
“Yesssssssss!”
Carol’s eyes rolled back and her body shuddered as Peter’s cock flexed violently
in the deep well of her cunt and his cum spurted, hotly, against her
pussy-walls. She dug her fingers into his flesh.
“Eeeeiiiii! Awwwwwwwww! . . . Ohhhhhhh!” Peter gasped through clenched teeth;
his eyes glazing as his erupting cock sent explosions of cum into his fantasy,
his “Marsha.”
Carol clung to his rigid body as his prick still pulsed in her cunt. She jerked
and shuttered like a rag doll; her pleasure so intense, tears ran down her
cheeks.
Peter slumped on her, exhausted, his body dead weight on her yielding flesh. She
held him in tight desperation, trying to forestall the reality that slowly
threatened to shatter this one moment in time.
“Marsha,” Peter mumbled, “. . . forgive me . . . waited so long . . . wanted
you.”
Carol heard his plea for forgiveness and realized what had happened. He thought
she was Marsha! He thought he was fucking her! Oh, my God, she thought, these
poor kids.
Peter propped himself up and pushed the matted hair away from her face. His hand
froze and his face became a mask of disbelief. No! No! This had to be a bad
dream. His tortured mind screamed at him. He couldn’t have fucked his own
mother, he just couldn’t have. His brain was stabbed with the ice cold spear of
his enormous sin. He had fucked his father’s wife! His laugh became hysterical.
Carol gathered him to her and began to make soothing sounds in his ear. She had
to make him understand. There was no sin in pleasure. His feelings for Marsha
were no different than the hidden feeling she had for her brother, or Mike, for
his sister. She felt no remorse. Fucking her stepson was no more a sin than
fucking her brother. She would make him understand. She had to.
She held him at arms length and shook him. “Stop, Peter, stop that!” she
commanded.
“Mom . . . I didn’t know . . . I thought . . . I’m sorry,” he said and his voice
trailed away.
“You thought I was Marsha. I wish it had been, for both your sakes; she would
have loved to be fucked like that, with so much pleasure. But if it couldn’t be
Marsha, I’m glad it was me.”
He stared at her, uncomprehending. “Wha . . . you enjoyed? . . . Marsha? . . .
Being fucked by me? That’s incest!”
Carol smiled and shook his head. “We committed no sin, Peter. Do you understand?
No sin! The only thing we’ve done is share ourselves. Did you enjoy fucking me?”
Suddenly aware of Carol’s lovely nakedness, Peter blushed and shrugged his
shoulders. Then he laughed. “I did enjoy it! I can’t lie about that. You’re a
great fuck . . . I mean . . . ” He shrugged again, eying her body and
remembering the wanton response of her grasping pussy. “That was supposed to be
a compliment.”
Carol hugged him tightly and giggled. “I took it as one. You know, you have a
great cock! I hate to admit it but it’s bigger than your father’s.”
Peter blanched at the mention of his father, but Carol patted his cheek. “I’m
going to tell you a secret, Peter. It’s really a family secret because we’re all
involved, even you and Marsha.
“And after I do that,” – she reached for his sticky, cock and began to finger it
back to life – “I think you’ll want to stick that lovely fuckpole back inside me
and really give me a ride.”
Carol could tell Peter didn’t understand what she was talking about, but her
loving arms were open, beckoning him to her, and when they folded around his
strong body she knew that his understanding would come.
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Sauron returns to power yet the coming of the unknown mage Harvey may yet end his domination of middle earth.
A young boy stays the night at his cousins house
Sorry about the delay between chapters, working on a lot of things in my life so writing when I have the time to work on it. I hope those who have been enjoying the story so far continue to do so. Thank You all so much for reading.
I wasn’t kidding when I said I’d be laid up for a few days, the side effects of the electrocution were nasty. The healing took several days even with improvements I made to my body. First problem was the twitching, it wasn’t constant but that just made it worse. I was drinking a hot cup of tea when my arm twitched and then I was wearing a hot cup of tea in my lap. Then there was not going out to see anyone until the marks and friction burns healed as it would be difficult to explain the scarring that occurred and then disappeared to medical professionals like Sindee’s friends and parents. By far the worst of the side effects were when the nerves would just go dead and my arm or another portion of my body would go numb for hours. Don’t get me wrong, I’m glad I lived through it but I’m going to have to craft a ward against electricity for the future. In the end I was in bed healing for a full week before the electrical burn scars were fully gone. In that time we had no further issues with the Tremere. Actually there didn’t seem to be anything going wrong. I took this as a bad sign of things to come; the proverbial calm before the storm.
The next three days went quickly as we spent them with Sindee’s parents on their last few days in town. It was nice to be able to relax and go anywhere in town with them and not be looking over my shoulder. Sindee’s mother noted the difference in my behavior and took a moment to speak to me about it. I still kept aware of my surroundings; I just wasn’t constantly on edge the whole time we were together. The one advantage about having a Nephandi as my enemy is that he had to hide his Magick just as I had to. Her parents drove out of town the second week in September and Sindee returned to work.
The first time I was alone for the whole day I went out to the construction site on the house. They were making excellent progress on the building having completed the basement and the framing of all three buildings. The house would be completed relatively quickly if they kept up their pace and I would be able to get in and start building the wards around it as a Sanctum. I got back to work on my investments to ensure that my clients and my own finances stayed in good order so I could worry about my new unknown enemy.
I knew from the time of my awakening that my life would never be simple again, however the events of recent months have brought me to the understanding of how complicated it would be. Only 3 months had passed since my arrival in Las Vegas and I’ve almost died 3 times as well. I knew that something could easily happen to me with what was coming. I could have run, taken Sindee with me and start a new life somewhere else that would be safer for both of us. While I could have done that, I wasn’t going to. I was needed here to fight in the ascension war, to stop what was coming this way. I could have left the fight to someone else, but that wasn’t who I am. The only way to protect Sindee and ensure no one ever came after her was to stop them from being able to do so. I’m not the heroic type then again I wasn’t being a hero. I was choosing to defend my home, my family; the result that I would be protecting the city and the world simply was a side effect of doing what I needed to do. I made a decision that could be the end of me so I had a few calls to make. I started with my lawyer, as an awakened individual he would be able to handle the instructions without any issues. I decided it was time to make out a will.
The legal matters were handled quickly with little fuss so that I could conclude the rest of my business for the day. The first order of business was to create a minor talisman warding against electricity. While I have only faced him once, the Nephandi was very quick to use the electricity as a combat spell making me confident in taking the time to ward against it. What I was making really wasn’t a true talisman. I was making an imbued item or charm that was limited in the spells used on it and the magick stored within; it still needs to be activated by any Mage who wore it. A talisman when created is imbued with its own power and abilities including a connection to the plane of Magick. Talismans can be used until their stored power is depleted and can be recharged over time while the charms can only be used until depleted and new spells must be cast to create them again. The final difference between a charm and a talisman is that anyone can use a talisman if they learn what it is including Mages, Vampires and Mortals alike. In order to make the Warding charm I did some research online and found out that the best conductor for electricity was silver which I would use to draw the power in, and then I found a Discover Magazine article about a super-insulator that could be used to store the power drawn into it. I gathered the materials I needed to make the charm and then I just needed to decide on the way I wanted it to work and which spells I would use. I could have made the charm from anything as it doesn’t usually matter with Magick at your disposal. I chose to use specific materials because it gave me an advantage in granting me more options with the material effects. What I had in mind was not just a ward against electricity but a capacitor that would store the energy and allow me to tap into it for my own spells. Another clue about the nature of Magick is that one form of energy can be changed into a different one. I used Forces and Matter to shape and craft the materials increasing conductivity and capacity for storage then applied Prime to change the electricity into quintessence or primal energy within the charm itself. The reason I did it this way was to allow the charm to last longer by feeding off the primal energy stored within. This isn’t a spell I tried before but it should work the way I planned; either way I’d find out the next time I fought with someone using electricity. I’d decided to make two of them which took up the rest of the day while Sindee was working. I made them both into watch bands to replace the ones currently on Sindee’s and my own watches.
I made a nice dinner for Sindee and we spent the night curled up together on the couch watching a few old movies we liked. I needed to accelerate her training as soon as the house was complete if she was going to be able to protect herself when I’m not around and I wanted her to get as much rest as she could before we started in earnest. We did work on little things like more sensory Magick to ensure she had a grasp of what things were before I taught her to start changing what and how they worked. The more she leaned about the nature of anything the easier it is to understand how to change them.
I had a lot to do in the next 6 weeks, training Sindee in all the sensory Magick while waiting for the house to be finished. We went to the construction site together daily because I wanted to check the progress and in the evening make some changes internally where the walls had been put into place. Since the changes couldn’t be seen or detected without opening the walls up so the effects were coincidental and therefore no backlash involved. I had decided that I was going to make this location both as secure and protected as I could as I was going to attempt the creation of a Node. A Node is a place where the tapestry of the Tellurian becomes knotted, becoming places of power for Mages and other beings. Nodes form naturally in the world, and I was going to try and create one. Nodes are one form of power the Vampires have no use for beyond denying them to their enemies. They are however unable to detect them for themselves so they can be kept secret from the kindred. Creating a Node is not a task that should be undertaken lightly. My choosing to do so was for multiple reasons that I felt make it worth the risks involved in the creation and defense of it. First and foremost the vision of a fight with a Nephandi gave me the idea to bring together a group to defend the city and the tellurian. A Node is an excellent place to form a chantry, a school for the awakened to learn and work to improve their powers. Were-creatures also use Nodes though as I understand it they have a different name for them. They seem to be a place where the Spirits they get their gifts from gather. I hoped to work with some of them in order to protect the place from all of the possible enemies we could face in protecting the city by sharing the node with them. If this worked and a Node forms I may not be around to know. I mentioned before that there were worse things for mages to suffer other than death. I’ve mentioned a couple and will explain more as they come but the one that had me worried the most was because what I was attempting was not a simple alteration of something within reality. What I was going to attempt was to alter the fabric of the Tellurian itself and that could put me into a Quiet.
A Quiet is one of the worst possible things a Mage can suffer, being turned into a Vampire and having your Avatar destroyed in a better fate. A Quiet is a deep state of psychosis in which the Mages reality is the only thing to exist anywhere. No contact with anyone or anything. A personal madness created by the Mages own mind that has destroyed more Mages than those that came out of it stronger on the other side. A quiet can cause a Mage to become what is called a Marauder. Marauders are the most dangerous and unpredictable beings that exist. They no longer suffer from paradox backlashes as their mind has become so fractured that they live in their own reality within the Tellurian. Who knows what twisted effects these demented minds will come up with. Think of a serial killer with the power to change reality to fit with their fractured views. I liked to think I would get through any challenge or trial I went through but the possibility of becoming something like that frightened me more than I will ever be able to put into words.
As far as I know, I’ve never met a Mage who has even attempted what I am contemplating doing. It needs to be done and I’m not going to pass the responsibility and danger of my idea onto another being. I had plenty to do in planning it. I needed to contact Seeker of Truth to let her know what I was planning and see if her pack or one she knew as friends may want to help protect it if the effect worked. I wanted to talk to Arthur at his club to see if he might be able to acquire some items I could use to aid in a successful casting. I had a lot to do before the house was completed and very little time relatively speaking to accomplish it. I called Marcus first to see if he could get ahold of Kyra to ask Seeker to meet me somewhere we could talk, I recommended the Existence as it was neutral territory. I also chose it because it would allow me to kill the proverbial two birds with one stone by allowing me to see Arthur while I was there.
I arranged to meet Seeker of Truth on that first weekend coming and decided to make a night of it for Sindee and me. We got ready and went out to the Existence for lunch so I could speak with Arthur before the club got busy. Something I didn’t mention before is the Chef who would look at home on death row is a true gourmet and should run a five star restaurant kitchen, any time you eat there it’s a delight. Just tell the waitress you’ll have whatever the chef wishes to prepare and you’ll never regret the choice. Once we arrived I asked Arthur if he had time to talk as I needed some information that he could be able to provide. Sindee was over by the bar talking to Elayna when Arthur and I sat to talk.
“I’ll come straight out and tell you what I plan to attempt and I’d appreciate any advice or information you can provide,” I stated as a way of opening our conversation.
Arthur’s expression turned serious and contemplating which I have no clue how anyone can show two expressions at once and replied, “I’m listening, however I don’t think I’m going to like this am I?”
“I don’t know and won’t guess how you’ll feel about it. I will tell you that I’m planning to try and create a Node.” I informed Arthur, the silence that followed was tense.
We sat staring at each other until he replied, “I think you’re insane if you think it’s a good idea to try doing that, but you aren’t the first to try it. Are you aware of the dangers involved in what you planning?”
“Yes, the dangers include my death, the destruction of my Avatar causing me to lose the ability to use magick, horrible levels of injury that would be worse than death, and most of all the possibility of a Quiet and the end results of that including becoming a Marauder and needing to be put down,” I replied in an even tone. I asked, “Did I miss anything?”
“That pretty much sums things up neatly. Before I give you any information, tell me why you want to go through with such an insanely dangerously stupid plan.” He said the last like an order not a request and I knew if I didn’t explain he wouldn’t aid me.
“I plan to create the node within a Sanctum and use it for several reasons. The first is because I had a vision in which the city had been destroyed and deserted. In this vision I had a battle with a Nephandi and came out of it with Injuries from the fight. I don’t know when this war is coming here and I know that the vision is as much symbolic as real but a dead and deserted Las Vegas is a bad symbol either way. My second reason is I want to use the Sanctum as a training facility to improve my abilities and to teach other awakened. I also plan to share the Node with at least one of the local Were-creature packs in order to help maintain and protect it; that is if they’ll agree to. Fate and Destiny are playing around with my path in life and as much as I wish it weren’t happening I have no choice but to prepare for what I feel coming and to trust my instincts to guide me.” I looked him square in the eyes and asked, “Now, you said that I wasn’t the first to attempt this insane course of action. How many have tried and were there any who succeeded? If anyone did succeed did they survive said twisting of the Tellurian itself?”
Arthur got a distant look in his eyes as though deep in thought. It was interesting to watch his eyes, the shift around the grey scale of color as he thought looking for all the world like a gray clouded sky, “There have been several attempts I’m sure; however I know of only 3 personally. The first two were abysmal failures. One killed the Mage who attempted it, he was trained in all the spheres but attempted something he wasn’t ready for. I taking hold of the fabric of reality he couldn’t handle the raw Quintessence that flowed from it to him and he was burnt to ash from the inside out. The second failure was from a powerful Mage who became an Archmage of the Correspondence sphere. His hubris was his downfall. He believed that he was powerful enough to change reality where he saw fit, his intent was to force ascension on followers that were barely beginning to understand what is possible and their disbelief put him into a quiet that he hasn’t come back out of yet, that was back in ’92. The one that succeeded was an interesting and unique case. He shouldn’t have had the power to pull it off, however he had prepared for it creating a ritual and having a firm grasp in mind of what he wanted to have happen. The planning and ritual paid off and a Node was created. It was a small Node, limited in power but a Node none the less. He was put into a quiet and managed to come out of it relatively sane. While this mage can still work with magick any spell he attempts is very limited in scope and power, he can’t focus on anything detailed or powerful any longer.” He poured himself a drink from an old bottle, took a good drink and continued, “Now that you know more about the dangers and end results are you still planning to try to do it?”
I looked over to where Sindee was talking with Elayna and took a minute to think before answering. “If I’m going to protect Sindee and by extension the city if not the Tellurian itself I must do this. I don’t intend to try it as a normal spell either. My intent is to create a ritual as your one successful Mage did. I was thinking that if I intend to alter the Tellurian the more representations of the truth of reality I incorporate into the ritual the better chances for success in creating the Node. To that end I am looking for representation of the factions, species and whatever classifications we use for different beings.”
“Sounds to me like you’ve thought this out and despite the dangers; you are intent on attempting it. When you say representations of the various supernatural entities, please give me specific examples of what you mean and I’ll see what I can do about it.” He sat looking at me expectanly, waiting for my response.
“In the simplest terms, I know as Mages we use Quintessence and the it has a physical form of Tass of which I have a little. From the Vampire who’s blood is both their source of life and the power behind their magic, I wish to get as old and powerful a sample as they are willing to part with. From the Were-creatures I plan to seek a truce and see if they will share the knowledge of their source of power and possible provide some for to purpose of making this node a reality. I know that there are Fallen Angels or Demons and Mummies as well as many Supernaturals I have no idea of what they are or their source of Power and Magic which is why I come to you. As you said, you’re something else and you know enough to be able to run this unique place. I think you may be able to assist me in this goal if you’re willing.”
“I may be willing to assist however there are some terms to work out between us. First is that if you are successful I have full access to the node for my use and for those I wish to have trained. Second is that we share information in this war you feel coming; you are not the only protector of this city and the world. Third requirement is that you will train those I send to you; I will not send many but those I do will also have a destiny upon them. The last is that either way; if you survive the attempt in success or failure you will owe me a favor at the time of my choosing, no questions asked.”
“I’ll agree to the first and second with no qualifications. The third is an issue, the Node will be in my home and Sanctum and while I am willing to train those who need be, I will want to ensure that anyone I train is someone I’ve met and come to trust before allowing the knowledge of the Node to spread to them. I have a plan for shielding its position from being sensed beyond simple wards. The last one is almost agreeable. I will owe you the favor but I will not do something that violates my ethics and code of honor, nor will I let the favor endanger Sindee or my family. Beyond that the condition are acceptable.” I waited for Arthur’s counter offer.
Arthur’s reply was, “We agree then on points one and two. For point three, you will train anyone I send to you for training; however I will provide a location for doing so until and if you come to trust them enough to take them into your home. The final point, I swear to you on all that I hold dear that when I call on you for the favor it won’t be lightly and it may put your family into danger, but no more than not doing what I ask of you will. I have been guarding this world and fighting in the multiple supernatural wars going on, the ones you know of and those you do not. This place is a bastion against those wars and will continue as such for a long time to come. Do you agree to my terms or not?”
I took my time to think this through carefully. I didn’t like all the terms, but I doubted I’d be able to succeed without his assistance and that would make things worse not better in the long run. I decided there wasn’t much choice, “I’ll agree with the caveat that if anything happens to Sindee or my family while I’m away that I could have protected them from, no power in the universe will stop me from seeking out all those responsible. Therefore I require that you arrange for the protection of those dear to me while I do whatever favor it is you call upon me for. If you find that acceptable we have a deal.”
Arthur smiled and while friendly it did nothing to comfort me, “I can live with that. Now while you have the meal you ordered and enjoy the conversation with your other guest today I will get started looking into what I can do to assist with collecting you ritual materials.” He nodded his head towards the door. I turned to see Seeker of Truth walking in the front entrance, Marcus and Kyra coming in behind her. “Go ahead and use my table here, looks like you’ll need the room anyway and no one will bother you while you sit there.” He walked into the back area of the club.
Sindee returned to the table as I stood to greet the new arrivals. I gestured them over to the table to sit. As we sat five plates arrived from the kitchen smelling better than anything I’ve had to date. The fact that there were five plates didn’t get past me and I now knew that Arthur had seen this coming before I spoke with him today. “Hello Seeker of Truth, let me introduce you to my fiancé Sindee. Sindee, this is Seeker of Truth.”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you Seeker of Truth. I heard a little about you and Andrew’s misadventures in the desert and am glad to meet Kyra’s grandmother. She is a wonderful young lady and a close friend to Marcus after such a short time.” Sindee’s tone was friendly and her words came from the heart.
“I am equally pleased to meet you Sindee. As for calling me Seeker of Truth, outside of the pack and our gatherings, please call me Talia.” She smiled and took a bite from her plate. The smile of contentment spoke volumes in silence about how good the meal was going to be. “Now Andrew, you asked to meet with me for a reason, why?”
“In order to answer that I need to ask what you know of Mages, Nodes and the Ascension War?” I replied.
She took a few minutes to gather her thoughts while we all enjoyed our meals be she answered. “In regard to Mages, I know you’re power is more about changing perceived reality by will and Magick. It was explained to me once that mortals and most other supernatural beings share a static reality. Everything we do conforms to a defined set of rules, while some of the rules are outside mortal normality they are still there. To Mages however the easier explanation is that their Perception is reality. They can alter the world to become what they perceive it should be, within limitation based on their own power and how much they try to change at once as well as witnesses to the changes. Is that about accurate?”
“A simplified version of things but very accurate none the less Talia,” Marcus answered before I could.
Talia continued, “Nodes are places of power to Mages and other supernatural races. They are knots or weaknesses in the fabric of the veil between planes where for Mages quintessential energy flows and for Werewolves and other shifters the spirits gather and crossing the barriers becomes easier. These places are usually full of life and are constantly fought for among the supernatural races. The Garou as we Werewolves call ourselves care for the grounds around and protect these places from the Wyrm. Currently my pack doesn’t have control of a Node as there are few in the area around Las Vegas with the major one being the Springs Preserve is under to care and guardianship of a pack of Glass Walkers and Bone Gnawers. They allow us and others in the area to use the area but a Pack is strongest when they have a Node for their totem spirit. Is that enough or do I need to know more about them for our discussion to continue?”
I replied before Marcus this time, “That’s plenty of knowledge of Nodes, and I appreciate the lessons of your people as well Talia. “What about the Ascension War?”
“The Ascension war is being fought between Mages of varying alliances and faction to impose your views upon the world, to bring a higher level or being or consciousness to the people or to deny it to them. This struggle is between the Mages, but is being fought for or against all living beings. We have our own struggle that reflects some of the Mages Ascension War. We fight to stave of the apocalypse, the end of all life. Our battle is with and for the trinity. Gaia is the mother of all and her first children are the Wild, the Weaver and the Wyrm. The wild is life is all its varying forms from mortal to Garou to Mage. The Weaver is the domain of constructs and the artificial. The Wyrm is darkness and strife, death and evil. All of these Aspects create and destroy and balance must be maintained in order to stave off the coming end.” She looked thoughtful, “Now for a question of my own. Why do you need this information?”
“I intend to create a Node instead of finding one.” Marcus’s jaw dropped and he stared at me wide eyed, the kind of look one gives when you offer up a truly bad idea. Seeing his expression, Sindee turned to look at me with concern in her features. Kyra just stared at her grandmother who sat there waiting for me to continue, so I did, “What I am planning is possible and has been attempted before. I have been told of three of these attempts. Two of these failed and the success was not total. I am planning to create a ritual as well as gather some things that may help me in succeeding. Why I asked you to meet in twofold to begin. Would you and your pack like to help care for this node and the land around it with the requirement of sharing it with Mages in the even I am successful? If not could you recommend a pack for me to approach with the same offer? The second thing I need to ask is if you will aid me in the ritual?”
Talia sat quietly eating, taking her time to decide how best to answer I suppose. The five of us sat there eating a wonderful meal waiting for her answer. “If I agree with this plan of yours, I’ll need to take it to the pack to see if they’ll agree to share it with a Mage and your allies. I may choose on my own to help you with it either way, but I must ask what you need from me?”
I stayed with the direct approach as thus far with Talia and Arthur it has worked for me, “In the ritual I’m planning I want to properly represent as many if not all of the supernatural races and power types, tying the fabric of reality and those together. I believe this will increase my likelihood of success and well as make a more powerful node as all of the world’s people will be represented. I’m not going to lie to you. If the spell goes wrong; or even if it goes right I may be out of the picture for some time or even permanently. In either case my properties including the land where the node will be crated fall to Sindee and her training to Marcus. If I am simply incapacitated they will be given custodial rights, in the event of my death it goes to Sindee with the exceptions of what I detailed with my lawyer for my will. My lawyer is awakened and has instruction regarding the Node and Land based on both contingencies. Now as I’ve pretty much dropped a bomb on all of you, I’m going to take my fiancé, play a song on the jukebox and dance with her while we talk about all I just said.” I took Sindee by the hand an led her over to the jukebox.
“Andrew, are you positive you need to do this? I mean we just found each other so recently and I don’t want to lose what we have.” There were tears in her eyes as she spoke, but they hadn’t started falling. It broke my heart seeing her like that.
I leaned down and kissed her, warped my arms around her pulling her against me. “It has to be done and I’m the one who came up with the plan so I have to do it. I have more incentive than anyone else to succeed as well because I have you and you have my heart.” We just stood there wrapped in each other’s arms while Talia, Kyra and Marcus talked at the table. “I’m not a hero Sindee and I’m not trying to be. I’m doing what needs to be done because I can do it and no one else is.”
“I know, it’s one of the reasons that I fell in love with you from the start. I read the intake report and got a copy of the police report to find out what happened to you when you weren’t waking up. Your brother’s and you own statement to the police said that you were injured defending your mother and father from the person who attacked you. It said that you risked your life to save them and that makes you who you are. No matter what you say nor what others tell you, you are a hero precisely because of the choices you make. I may not like the possible results but I would hate for you to change and lose that part of yourself. Do what needs to be done and come back to me.”
“There is something you missed in what I said. I want all of you there to help me, you more than anyone else. I want you by my side as my wife and partner in all things. You are yourself a mage, with all the power and responsibility that comes with that. You are far more powerful than me with Life magick. When you awakened it was probably the second greatest thing that has ever happened in my life. Meeting you and coming back together here in Las Vegas was the greatest.” We danced slowly to a couple of songs on the jukebox before returning to the table to see where the conversation was headed there.
I pulled my chair out to sit when I looked more closely at the table. It was about eight feet across, large for a bar room table. It was divided into a dozen edged panels of hardwoods alternating between a dark and a blonde wood. His seat faced the front door with the back directly towards the bar. It struck me as an odd design for a bar, though as he used it for conferences and to meet people who came into the place the size made some sense. “So, do you have any more questions for me?” I asked those gathered at the table.
Talia spoke up first, “I have one. When do you plan to do this and how soon would you need my answer?”
“In about five weeks or so, and I would need your answer as soon as possible in the event I need to search for a different pack to work this spell with. Marcus, do you have anything to add or ask?”
“I’m sure you’ve already been asked if you’re insane and know the possible ramifications of such an action so I have a request. Let me do it for you, explain the spell and ritual so that I can do it.” Kyra looked at him with a worries expression and I knew then that she had fallen for him and I already knew he was in love with her.
“Marcus, as much as I appreciate the offer, you know that I need to be the one to do this as this ritual is one I am creating. Your willingness to offer is more than enough for me. Any other questions?”
“Why do you feel that you need to do this?” inquired Marcus.
“I had a vision in a dream about a possible future in the Ascension War. In this vision, the city was dead and deserted and I fought a powerful Nephandi. I think it was less a vision and more of an attack via time, correspondence and mind by the Nephandi because I woke in this reality with electrical burns and other injuries I received in the fight. It falls to me to stand between this being and the city, my friends and those I love.”
Kyra spoke up at that, “Grandmother, even if the pack refuses to aid him, I will leave the pack to start a new one and aid them. They are more than worthy of the support of a Pack. Andrew’s intent is to defend all the denizens of the city and surrounding area, accepting that it may cost him everything without blinking. He has earned the support I offer him.”
I was pleased and humbled by Kyra’s words after Sindee’s earlier statement. When Talia spoke up I was overwhelmed, “You speak the truth young one and no matter what the rest of the pack decides I will support him as you have chosen to do so. If the pack chooses against this course of action, I’m coming with you and I’ll being any that wish to follow. The pack will need to find someone to replace me.”
“I haven’t the words to describe how much what each of you said means to me. Thank you isn’t enough but it’s all I have for the moment.” I couldn’t speak another word after that.
The rest of our evening passed quickly, we drank, danced and just had fun for the night because we were planning for a war starting tomorrow. Sindee and I were as inseparable as always, as were Kyra and Marcus. Talia spent most of the night speaking with George for most of the night whenever he had a few minute. It was dawn before any of us left and we stopped for breakfast on the way to our respective homes. Talia stayed behind to continue her conversation with the gigantic werewolf.
We met every week at the existence so I could get the information I needed from Arthur as well as catch each other up on what we knew was going on in the war. Arthur was able to procure for me many representations of the different supernatural members of society. Kyra and Talia did wind up leaving their old pack to start another. The split they say was amicable and the two packs would ally and work together, but that the original pack saw the Ascension War as something for mortals and Mages and believed that they weren’t involved in it. I can’t abide willful blindness to the truth but I won’t condemn anyone for it either. Talia said that she would move near the Node once we created it and Kyra was already living in the city so the living arrangements were going to be easy to make. A few members of the pack did follow Talia and Kyra, mostly younger students like her.
When the house was completed and ready to move in I collected the keys. We weren’t going to move into the house until after the node was completed and we had it furnished. Sindee was packing her clothes and personal Items, and the beds into storage. She was going to rent the house out to Natalie to save her some money and since she trusted her to keep the house in good condition.
The days passed quickly and on the last weekend before I intended to cast the ritual Arthur surprised me by coming to the building site I had chosen with most of the supplies he had been gathering. He told me there were three more items that he would bring with him to the casting and would act as a battery and stabilizer for the energy flow of the spell I was about to perform. What he was offering was a compliment and great responsibility. While he was acting as a flow conduit, I would be shaping the spell. In the end, whatever happened to me he would also suffer as a part of the spell. To perform the task he was offering our minds would be linked and he would be as susceptible to everything that I was as the Mage casting the spell. If things went bad he would suffer the dangers as well.
The day had finally come to create a Node. I had spent the entire night in meditation open to the flow of Magick, infusing every cell of my body with stored potential to create and alter all that exist. You feel like a true god when you have that much power within, and this is where most Magi fall to hubris. I knew I wasn’t god and rooted that firmly in my mind to keep pride out of my way in this casting. I wrote the symbols of all the spheres around the sanctum, I sank the etchings into the surface using matter magick. I placed each representation of the supernatural races around the spot in a close circle leaving the North, South and center positions open for the three items that Arthur was bringing.
The group gathered that evening, Arthur even closed the Existence and brought the core members of his staff to aid in what was happening. They all spread around the room, where the item representing their race or faction was placed they stood. Arthur entered the circle with me with a few items in his hands. In the North position he places a small black ball of crystal, perfectly smooth that had an oily evil sense to it. He said that it was Black 13, the most dangerous glass of the Wizards Rainbow. The item he placed at the South position was the sword that I had seen Sam wearing in the Existence that first night, this was a powerful weapon and some form of talisman. Not powered by Magick but by another source, the blood magic of vampires I believe. The last item was in a case when Arthur set it down to open it. I felt nothing special from it until the case was opened, the Magick and Spiritual energies poured from the case were like a sensory overload. Arthur withdrew the sword inside and held it before him, pointing skyward. This was not just a Talisman but one of the few Wonders of our world, created by a combination of Magick and Legend granted power by belief and epic tales. It was a one of a kind item that will never again be duplicated. Arthur turned it point downward and drove the blade into the floor. The was no sound of metal striking ground, just the sound of blade slicing through clean until it was buried to the cross guard. I reached out to each mind surrounding me and brought it into the spell, giving them just pieces of the overall to hold on to. I took my time to shape the spell and set firmly what I wanted to have happen in the end. I had to weave all the spheres into this to ensure that the Magick flowed easily here. I kept working the image and spell in my head as Arthur flowed more energy to me through the link between us. It was hours before I was ready to cast the final portion of the spell and bind the planes together here creating the Node. I gather all the power I had stored in my own cells and wrapped into it the flow coming from Arthur. I drove the energy through the nine sphered braiding the stands together in my mind, forcing the energy into the ground and across the planes. I twisted the Magick into the fabric of the Tellurian mentally knotting the planes together and released the Magick into it. I felt the power flowing through me in a strength I didn’t know was possible, it felt magma in my veins and silk across my skin at the same time. There was a bright glow in the room and then total darkness and silence around me……………
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Eating my Aunt for Thanksgiving
Well thanksgiving dinner was finally done with. Everybody was sitting around the table
exchanging family stories that I heard at least a hundred times before. I decided to go downstairs to the den and watch some football. As I entered the room, the T.V. was on
and I saw my aunt on the sofa, she was slouched down in the cushion, her legs spread wide open. “Wow, that looks inviting” I thought. I said “Hi Aunt Rosie”. I got no response from her. I walked over to her and saw that she was passed out. She had been drinking a lot of eggnog during dinner, and I guess she came downstairs to sleep it off. I got on my knees in front of of her and shook her leg to ask if I could change the channel to the football game. All she did was moan and spread her legs even more. Rosie was a muscular woman, she was in her early thirtys. Me being 13, that made her old.
She gave me a great view up her dress. I got an instant hardon. I could see the bulge in panties. She must have a hairy bush to make her mound look so full. I could see some hairs sticking out the sides of the elastic leg bands. She had full, white thighs and well formed calfs.
Being slouched down the way she was forced her dress up around her mid-thighs. I thought
I might be able to lean in and get a whiff of her pussy without disturbing her if i were real careful. I’ve been fascinated with the smell of pussy as long as I could remember. I always
wanted to sniff and maybe get a taste. This looked like my chance since she was out of it, and everyone else was upstairs bullshitting.
I leaned in as close as I could without touching her and caught my first smell of pussy. I almost came in my pants. my cock felt like it was gonna tear open it was so hard. The smell was kind of musty and maybe even a little pissy smelling. I could see small wet spots here and there. She must have taken a leak and in her condition didn’t wipe up to good. But all that did was make her smell even more sexy. I wonder if girls realize what a turn-on the smell of their crotch has on us guys. God. I was dying to get a lick of her, but scared shit I would waken her.
My brain was teleported to my cock, and my cock said I should give it a shot. I slowly and gently started to pull the elastic band away from her thigh. I was surprised how loose it was. It came away and up to reveal her pussy lips. Oh man , it was a thing of beauty. I was right about a hairy bush. The lips of her pussy were closed forming a slit in a forest of hairs. I leaned in and stuck my tongue into the slit. It had an acrid and somewhat salty taste. I was in seventh heaven. I forced her lips open with my tongue and licked a little deeper. It felt a little slick. It was sending unknown sensations through my body. As I continued licking I felt Rosie speading her legs even wider. She also slouched down even further causing her ass to come off the couch cushion. Damn, I thought if I could only get her panties off I’d have real easy access to some honest to god pussy.
I grabbed her knees and slowly pushed them together, real slow. I reached up to the top of her panties and ever so slowly started to pull them down. Her ass being almost off the couch made it pretty easy. Ahhh, got em down to the knees. I looked around half expecting someone to come barging in and catching me in my act of perversion. I could hear them all upstairs laughing and talking. I felt I was safe to continue. I eased her panties down past her calfs to her ankles. I lifted her foot and removed one side. Home free….
I slowly spread her legs apart, lifted one leg to take off her panties so’s I could seperate her feet, and knealt there admiring my handiwork. God, what a boner I had. I had before me my wildest dream, a real life pink pussy in a forest of silky light brown hair. From my low position on the floor, and her ass sightly off the cushion, I could also see a bit of her ass hole. I eased forward and stuck my tongue on her thigh next to where the puff of her outer cunt lips started to swell. I licked up and down, feeling the the slight rise of her lips leading to the slit that hid the soft inner lips and kept them moist. My tongue pried apart the outer lip till I could get to smaller inner flap. I could feel and taste the moistness that was accumulated along the crevace.
With my thumbs on either side of her cunt , I spread them open to reveal the wings of her inner lips covering the entrance to my target. A little more outward pressure opened her hole so’s I could see into the depths of heaven. just above I saw the hood that was covering her barely visible clit. I got my tongue under the hood and on to the clit. Istarted to flick at the clit with my tongue, It got her clit to start growing like a minature erection. I sucked it into my mouth and massaged it with my tongue. It grew even larger, I could feel slight shudder in my aunts thighs as I was administering to her pussy . I lowered my tongue at the bottom of her slit. Between her ass hole and her slit. I slowly licked the lenght of her crack till I reached her clit. What a delicious taste. I forced my tongue into the folds of her pussy, going as deep as I could. I made my tongue as stiff as I could and I started to fuck her with tongue. She was starting to ooze some creamy stuff. I lapped as much of it as i could. I then took her clit in my mouth and started to suck on it. I must have got her aroused, for she started to gently pump her crotch up and down, kinda fucking my face. I kept my tongue embedded in her and let her pump away. As she was pumping away it made my nose also part of the action. My tongue going at her like an engine piston and her pumping action was rubbing against my nose. What started out as a little, slow undulation was becoming a little more urgent. she picked up the pace, and increased the pressure on my face.
I went back to her clit and sucked it into my mouth and whipped at it with my tongue. This must have put her over the top, because she closed her legs on my head, clamping me on her mound. She grabbed the sides of head with her hands and was no longer gentle. She started to pump my face like she was trying to knock my teeth out. She let out a loud moan, arched her back , pushing her cunt deep into my face, and her hands pulling me into her while her thighs crushed my head. She held me that way till I thought i’d suffocate. Creamy stuff was flowing into my mouth in gushes. One after another. I shot the biggest load of my young life.
She finally relaxed. she released the pressure of her thighs on my head and slowly sank back into the couch. Her breathing was coming in gulps. She still had my head in her hands, but I could feel them slipping down to her legs. She took one hand and started to massage one of her breasts. I thought she might have wakened, but I saw her eyes were still closed. She had a slight smile on her face.
My face was a slimey mess, she must have released a pint of come. I thought girls didn’t come but if that was’nt come what was it? I took her panties and wiped my face off. I tried to dry her in he crotch area but she was to wet. I put her panties back on her and pulled her dress down. My pants were also a mess , a big wet spot from my crotch to my knees, and sticky. Yuk
” What was that all about”?
I jerked around to see my little sister standing on the steps leading to the den!
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Felicia lived two doors down and was in and out of here all the time.
this is my training to be a slave
This is a new story that ive done. Its my version of a perfect relationship. Its not all that long
“I’m sorry Lauren; I just can’t go out with a girl with a penis”
She slams the phone down and her eyes start to water, she soon bursts in to tears. Her tear drenched pillow is equal to her red puffy eyes. The phones rings, it’s her friend Julia
“Hello?” Julia has also been crying, Julia’s distinctive deep voice is interrupted by sniffles “Lauren, I need to stay with you-my parents caught me in bed with my dog”
“Oh, come over just now, we can talk about it”
Twenty minutes past and Lauren has been crying, the door bell ring,
“Lauren! Your friend Julia is here “shouts Laurens lesbian foster mum,
“Come up, Julia “
Julia comes up, Jillian; her ex’s best friend is lying dead in the corner
“OMG, Lauren what the hell did you do to her “
“I know, I accidentally smothered her” Lauren explains “I didn’t mean to”
“Oh well” they dump Jillian’s body into the closet
“Hey Julia I didn’t know you were bringing your dog! You know I too have a dog fetish”
“Well what was I supposed to do?” “I love him”
Julia notices Laurens cock slowly hardening through her jeans
“Wow, Lauren I didn’t know your fetish was as bad as that?!?”
“Ye , I don’t know what’s wrong with me , maybe its because I’m so ridiculously ugly , I look for animals as a source of pleasure because at least they don’t judge me for having huge cellulite thighs and butt and a cock that makes other men puke at the thought of me”
“Don’t worry Lauren I still find you attractive” Julia strokes Laurens manhood through her jeans”
“Do you want to do something with yours dog Julia?”
“Ye okay” says Lauren
They whistle her dog Hamish over, and Hamish bounds over. Lauren takes of her jeans off to reveal her 12 inches of cock; she bends over and shoves her cock into Hamish and the yelp from Hamish shows he loves cock in his ass. Julia is rubbing her 3 inch clit on her bed groaning deeply. Julia decides to join the action she bounds over and starts making out with Hamish the dog. Suddenly Laurens mum comes in to see her daughter her friend and her dog Hamish going at it like horny rabbits. Instead of being disgusted, she strips off to reveal her 7 inch cock and puts her cock into Julia’s ass and she groans deeply.
“I’m going to cum shouts Lauren ass she takes her cock out of Hamish’s ass and spreads her load over her mum Julia and the dog. Hamish laps up the cum as he loves the taste of cock and cum .They start kissing gently until the morning . “I’m sorry Lauren; I just can’t go out with a girl with a penis”
She slams the phone down and her eyes start to water, she soon bursts in to tears. Her tear drenched pillow is equal to her red puffy eyes. The phones rings, it’s her friend Julia
“Hello?” Julia has also been crying, Julia’s distinctive deep voice is interrupted by sniffles “Lauren, I need to stay with you-my parents caught me in bed with my dog”
“Oh, come over just now, we can talk about it”
Twenty minutes past and Lauren has been crying, the door bell ring, “I’m sorry Lauren; I just can’t go out with a girl with a penis”
She slams the phone down and her eyes start to water, she soon bursts in to tears. Her tear drenched pillow is equal to her red puffy eyes. The phones rings, it’s her friend Julia
“Hello?” Julia has also been crying, Julia’s distinctive deep voice is interrupted by sniffles “Lauren, I need to stay with you-my parents caught me in bed with my dog”
“Oh, come over just now, we can talk about it”
Twenty minutes past and Lauren has been crying, the door bell ring,
“Lauren! Your friend Julia is here “shouts Laurens lesbian foster mum,
“Come up, Julia “
Julia comes up, Jillian; her ex’s best friend is lying dead in the corner
“OMG, Lauren what the hell did you do to her “
“I know, I accidentally smothered her” Lauren explains “I didn’t mean to”
“Oh well” they dump Jillian’s body into the closet
“Hey Julia I didn’t know you were bringing your dog! You know I too have a dog fetish”
“Well what was I supposed to do?” “I love him”
Julia notices Laurens cock slowly hardening through her jeans
“Wow, Lauren I didn’t know your fetish was as bad as that?!?”
“Ye , I don’t know what’s wrong with me , maybe its because I’m so ridiculously ugly , I look for animals as a source of pleasure because at least they don’t judge me for having huge cellulite thighs and butt and a cock that makes other men puke at the thought of me”
“Don’t worry Lauren I still find you attractive” Julia strokes Laurens manhood through her jeans”
“Do you want to do something with yours dog Julia?”
“Ye okay” says Lauren
They whistle her dog Hamish over, and Hamish bounds over. Lauren takes of her jeans off to reveal her 12 inches of cock; she bends over and shoves her cock into Hamish and the yelp from Hamish shows he loves cock in his ass. Julia is rubbing her 3 inch clit on her bed groaning deeply. Julia decides to join the action she bounds over and starts making out with Hamish the dog. Suddenly Laurens mum comes in to see her daughter her friend and her dog Hamish going at it like horny rabbits. Instead of being disgusted, she strips off to reveal her 7 inch cock and puts her cock into Julia’s ass and she groans deeply.
“I’m going to cum shouts Lauren ass she takes her cock out of Hamish’s ass and spreads her load over her mum Julia and the dog. Hamish laps up the cum as he loves the taste of cock and cum .They start kissing gently until the morning .
“Lauren! Your friend Julia is here “shouts Laurens lesbian foster mum,
“Come up, Julia “
Julia comes up, Jillian; her ex’s best friend is lying dead in the corner
“OMG, Lauren what the hell did you do to her “
“I know, I accidentally smothered her” Lauren explains “I didn’t mean to”
“Oh well” they dump Jillian’s body into the closet
“Hey Julia I didn’t know you were bringing your dog! You know I too have a dog fetish”
“Well what was I supposed to do?” “I love him”
Julia notices Laurens cock slowly hardening through her jeans
“Wow, Lauren I didn’t know your fetish was as bad as that?!?”
“Ye , I don’t know what’s wrong with me , maybe its because I’m so ridiculously ugly , I look for animals as a source of pleasure because at least they don’t judge me for having huge cellulite thighs and butt and a cock that makes other men puke at the thought of me”
“Don’t worry Lauren I still find you attractive” Julia strokes Laurens manhood through her jeans”
“Do you want to do something with yours dog Julia?”
“Ye okay” says Lauren
They whistle her dog Hamish over, and Hamish bounds over. Lauren takes of her jeans off to reveal her 12 inches of cock; she bends over and shoves her cock into Hamish and the yelp from Hamish shows he loves cock in his ass. Julia is rubbing her 3 inch clit on her bed groaning deeply. Julia decides to join the action she bounds over and starts making out with Hamish the dog. Suddenly Laurens mum comes in to see her daughter her friend and her dog Hamish going at it like horny rabbits. Instead of being disgusted, she strips off to reveal her 7 inch cock and puts her cock into Julia’s ass and she groans deeply.
“I’m going to cum shouts Lauren ass she takes her cock out of Hamish’s ass and spreads her load over her mum Julia and the dog. Hamish laps up the cum as he loves the taste of cock and cum .They start kissing gently until the morning .
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A horny man and his horny wife, with many threesomes.
Eight months later Carrie was tied to the table in the break room at the telemarketing company where she worked. She was on her back, with her legs spread apart with wires tied to the table legs. She was crying, as she usually was when I came to visit her. Her large round pregnant belly rocked up and down slightly as she sobbed. Her pussy was a swollen blue and purple mound. This time I had brought a friend, who now stood by Carrie’s head with a small piece of metal in her hand.
Cynthia was a bubbly blond girl I had met in class. After hooking up with her a couple of times I had discovered she adored being bent over something and fucked in the ass. After a while I saw fit to tell her about Carrie, who was so scared of me that she had pretty much resigned herself to being my full time sex slave. We came to the telemarketing building and waited till after hours. As Carrie was leaving her cubicle we approached her and ordered her into the break room. The rest of the building was dark and already emptying out. A few things happened before she ended up naked, tied to a table, but I’ll get to that later.
A week after I had first raped her I went to see her where she worked at the chamber of commerce. She flinched and turned pale when she saw me, the bruises on her face were still partially visible. I had walked her into an office that happened to be empty for a moment and told her to lift her skirt. She obeyed, and I saw that she was still wearing the cum and blood soaked panties like I had told her to.
I made her leave work early and I took her to my house, where I let her take the well overused panties off and told her to shower. When she walked hesitantly back into the room wrapped in a towel, I slapped her in the face and through her onto the bed. She began to sob at once, so I took her soiled pink panties and forced them into her mouth and part way down her throat.
I was really enjoying myself now, and my cock was about as hard as it could get. While she gagged and tried to cough the sticky cloth back out of her throat, I flipped her over and spread her wet, glistening thigh apart. Her scream as I pushed the head of my cock into her butt was audible even through her gag, and if she couldn’t breath before, she definitely couldn’t now. Her butt was still bruised and somewhat raw, but any healing it had done was erased now.
Carrie must have decided something was very wrong with her organs, or maybe the strain of my cock in her bowels just hurt to much, because she began to kick and fight to pull away from me harder than she ever had before. It wasn’t hard to stop though. I just grabbed a handful of her dark hair and yanked her head back, thrusting my entire cock into her at the same time. She continued to twist side to side, but with no real effect. Her legs kicked as I thrust into her harder and faster. She was covered in sweat as well water from the shower and I slowed my pace slightly but kept thrusting into her just as hard. She desperately wanted me out of her butt hole, but she was powerless to do anything about it. I took about fifteen more minutes to come.
When I pulled out of her she reached into her mouth and removed the panties. I took them from her and put them in my sock drawer, still in a bunch to gag with her with later. I sent her stumbling out the door again, this time with jizz pooling between her butt cheeks and making a stain on her skirt.
About six months later, when she was showing an especially large pregnant belly, I came to see her again. She looked less scared this time. Maybe she thought I wouldn’t hurt her now that she was visibly pregnant. In reality it just turned me on. From that day onward I told her she needed to dress like what she was; a trashy sex slave. She turned up to work the next day in a miniskirt and flip flops, a thin tank top with the stomach removed, her bulging nipples standing out underneath her shirt. Her round belly was bare, and bruise stood out all over her thighs and butt cheeks. Her boss didn’t send her home, but he had apparently told her not dress like a such a slut anymore because she begged me let her wear a different outfit the next day. I threw her into the doorjam of my bedroom and when she fell over in a daze I pulled my cock out and pushed it between her lips and down her throat, using her belly for leverage and thrusting until I heard the grinding sounds in her neck like the first time I had made her give me head.
The next day she had gotten fired from her job, and went to work at the telemarketing company. It was a couple month after that Cynthia gave me the idea for the tag. A little piece of metal with my emblem on it, marking my property.
First I had introduced Cynthia to Carrie of course. I told her Cynthia was a friend of mine and that she was to obey her at all times. Carries was wearing a small dress and no panties, her battered legs sticking out at odd angles while she sat on the floor of the break room and watched me thrust myself into Cynthia’s asshole over and over again while she moaned and orgasmed. When I filled her butt with my come she immediately told Carrie to start licking it. She continued to moan while Carrie obediently slurped my come off the opening of Cynthia’s ass hole. Cynthia pushed and giggled when my come came squirting out of her butt and into Carries eyes and mouth. When she was done we tied Carrie to the table with jizz drying in her hair, and took turns lashing her with a belt. Cynthia turned her tits purple in a matter of minutes. I focused on lashing her cunt with the doubled over belt, causing in to swell and turn purple. I made sure I could still pull her pussy lips apart far enough to reach her clitoris.
Her attempts to close her legs after every lash were desperate and cute, but I relentlessly beat her anyway.
“Think it’s time yet?” Cynthia asked. She was smiling and holding the small piece of metal out towards me. I took it from her and she walked around to join me in between carries legs.
“Yep, I think it’s time.” and I spread her swollen pussy lips apart with my fingers. About that time Cynthia and I both agreed that Carries sobbing and screaming “please don’d do this to me” were getting old, so we stuffed her pink panties into her mouth again.
The tag was rectangular, with my sigil stamped out of the front. The edges were three sharp prongs, designed to snap shut and not reopen. I slid it up on to Carries Clitoris. She cried even harder through her gag, and tried even harder to close her legs, but the wires around her ankles held. When I put pliers over the tag she started trying to thrust her hip to move her bruised pussy away from the pliers. I pushed down on her large belly to hold her still and squeezed the pliers shut. It took a little force, but then the prongs slammed shut. The two on the top and bottom encircled her clit like a piercing. The one in the middle turned directly up and into her once it was closed. It wouldn’t be coming off any time soon.
As soon as the prongs snapped shut, Carries whole body had jerked at once, and the panties in her mouth did almost nothing to muffle her screams. Immediately she began to swell even more. She looked like she might have been passing out at that point, so I slapped her hard in the face. She roused slightly in time to scream again as I pushed my dick into her swollen, traumatized vagina. It felt moist and tight, so I was fucking her pretty hard after a few strokes, listening to her pained moans. The tag bounced up and down as I shoved myself into her again and again. I took it slow and spent another 20 minutes fucking her cunt before I switched to asshole again.
When she felt the tip of dick there she raised her head slightly and gasped, like she couldn’t stand the idea of any more pain in her. But she just went back to sobbing as soon as I started to push. I reached around her bulging pregnant stomach and shoved myself into her as hard as I could. Carrie stiffened, her back arching off the table slightly. She continued to try to scream as I pushed into her anus, which was now beginning to tear again. Her inner thighs stood out with tense muscle as I picked up my pace.
It didn’t take long after that to fill Carries asshole with cum. By the time I finished, the wires around her ankles were cutting into her just like the first time I had raped her. I had been pushing her against them without even realizing it.
Cynthia and I practically drug Carrie down the stairs, her ability to walk was bad damaged at the moment. We hauled her into my car and took her home, wearing the panties she she been sobbing and choking on all night.
I had meant to just leave her in her apartment, but in the end I couldn’t help pulling down her panties and forcing myself up her asshole again. She barely had the energy to cry this time. When I left her bed room she was still on her knees where I left her, with jizz running out of her violated asshole and drizzling down her firm round stomach.
A couple of days later Carrie contacted me and begged me for a place to stay. She hadn’t shown up to work, mostly because she hadn’t been able to put on pant of any kind, and had been fired again. I moved her into my basement that night.
Cynthia and I had started dating, so I let her put rings through Carries nipples that had her name on them. In fact I let her do just about whatever she wanted, considering Carrie was probably going to be dead in a couple of months.
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This is the true story of the first time i met my “idol”.
Hello, just having a go at the ol’ hypnosis. Let me know how your experience was! I appreciate feedback. A trance for guys is coming soon!
I had moved to New York when I was seventeen. I was barely done school, with dreams of being a dancer and model. I took a cheap hotel room, my parents had thrown me out, when I decided not to go to college. I had been dancing since I was three. I had given up most of my life for it. I had developed late, my feet were always bleeding from toe shoes, and I never got sweets. I was in the face what a man would call a girl next door, with soft blue eyes and blonde hair. But I had the long legs of a ballerina, and the tiny waist. I had developed late, but had perky little breasts, even without a bra on, they stood at attention. Unable to find dancing work, I tried to get modeling work, but no agency would let me in. I had no portfolio, and no experience, and they weren’t interested.
I was near the end of my money, I had a few days paid off left at the hotel, before I’d be out. I was in a coffee shop when I found an ad, a photographer looking for a model. He needed a new muse, and was willing to do a portfolio for free, and pay 50 bucks for it. It said no experience needed, and thought the 50 could be a start, and perhaps I’d get more work. I scratched down the address, and took the subway, finding the place. It was a rundown building in Brooklyn, and it took me a few minutes, before I rung the bell. No one answered, I was just buzzed in, and I took the stairs slowly as possible, up to the second floor. I couldn’t bring myself to knock on the door, and was about to leave, when it swung open.
I was expecting some young amateur, but found a man who had to be well into his fifties, balding and with the start of a beer gut. He led me into his flat, which had big airy windows. He looked me up and down. “Nice, you will do. Name?” I blushed a bit. “Stacey.” He nodded and motioned to the sofa over by the window. “Go Lay down and we will start.” I turned towards it. “Okay.” He stopped me. “Off with the clothes first.” I stopped and looked at him. “I am not taking my clothes off.” He pulled out his wallet and put a 100 down on the counter. “There is more if you do well.” I looked at the money, and knew it was another two weeks at the hotel. “Okay.”
I was embarrassed, and red in the face, as I stripped down. I got to my thong and bra, but he motioned me to continue. Closing my eyes, I removed the last remnants of my clothes. He had me lay down, and started directing me. He had me cupping my breasts, playing with myself, splaying my legs open the whole time. My eyes were closed the entire time. I didn’t want to see him as I did this. I heard him put down the camera on the table,, and hoped I was done.
I didn’t open my eyes until I felt something against my cheek. I opened and saw his cock head next to my mouth. I was a virgin, I had spent too many hours dancing, I had never had time to date. I shook my head. “No.” He tweaked my nipple. “150 if you suck me.” I looked at the cock and trembled a bit. “Fine.” He started feeding his cock into my mouth, going deeper, causing me to choke and try to spit him out. He plugged my nose, and kept feeding his cock down my throat, until I was deep throating. “Suck you slut.” Desperate to get him out, I sucked as best as I could, praying it would end soon, sucking over and over. Finally he began jerking and my mouth filled with salty cum, and I was forced to swallow, as his cock was still deep in my throat, and I’d have drowned.
When done he pulled me up and handed me the money. “Come back tomorrow and you can have your photos.” I shook my head. “I don’t need this kind of portfolio. He pulled me in to his arms. “You come back for the photos, or it is within my right to sell them.” I pulled away from him. “Fine.” I scampered into my clothes and ran from the flat.
I didn’t sleep all night. I didn’t want to go back, but he seemed a sleaze, and I knew he would keep his word. I walked past his building six or seven times, before I finally rung, and again he let me straight in without an answer.
I looked at him in his flat. “My photos.” He took me over to a computer. “I have a video for you to watch first.” I shook my head. “I have no time.” He made me watch, a video of the photo shoot, and of the oral sex. I felt him behind me, his cock against my back, as I watched. I was worried he would fuck me, but he forced me to my knees and pinched my nose until I opened my mouth. As he fucked my throat he pointed out the video camera I hadn’t noticed the night before. When done, and I had swallowed, he ordered me to clean him off.
He pulled me up and he saw my fear as he moved me towards the couch. “Oh no, I won’t fuck you. Your cherry has fetched a nice price.” I pulled away from him. “I am not a hooker.” He laughed and whispered. “If you don’t want that tape going to the police and the news, you will.” I shook my head. “You will be arrested as a John.” He shook his head. “John school, maybe a fine, you will arrested for the whore you are.” I shook my head, tears running down my cheeks. “I won’t be a hooker for you, there has to be something else.”
He took me up the stairs in the building to the top floor, where a door with a number pealing stood. “This is your new home. No more cheap hotel. Its all yours, though you will be paying me 60% of your income, in return.” I looked at the old bachelor suite, with a small day bed, a pealing kitchen and a tiny bathroom. “No.” He pushed me in. “One year, when you’re done, you’re free. You will service any client I ask, and you will enjoy it. Or you can go to prison, I am sure they will pay you in smokes for it.”
He showed me the closet, and ordered me to dress in stockings and garters, a corset, a thong, and a coat. He kissed me. “Your first client is waiting. Here is his address. I will expect you back when done, or the cops will come looking.” I took the paper from him. “Fine.”
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Hello, FrancoM here. This is the third chapter of the story, fleshing out a few new characters and filling the cast a bit. On a side note, it’s kind of odd adding a humiliation tag in the same story as non-erotic, but it happens. Oh, did i forget to mention this chapter is simply plot development? Erotica will follow on the subsequent chapters.
This is the story of the incestuous relationship between the young and beautiful Jenny and her mad scientist father
Starting to get into the sex. Lots more to come after this. Please let me know what you think. I appreciate the feedback whether it’s positive or negative.Part 3
Once I’d decided that I was going to get revenge on Mindy it felt as if a weight had been taken off my chest. I was going to find a way to release the rage and pain. I started going through my options for how to get back at Mindy.
The first thing that occurred to me was to physically overpower her. There was a unbelievable appeal to this; I was surprised how appealing the idea of controlling her was to me, but I was more than willing willing to work with it. Despite the initial appeal of the idea, the more I thought about it the more it seemed like it was iffy at best.
I had no desire to get into a war with Mindy where I would use my size and strength but she would use handcuffs or whatever else whenever I was sleeping. No, I needed to have something to hold over her head, I needed to find a way to make it so that should couldn’t retaliate.
Some sort of blackmail was the obvious solution, but I knew Mindy well enough to know her general actions on a day to day basis and I was fairly sure that she didn’t get up to anything worth blackmailing over. Besides, even if she was doing something, she was technically a single widow so how bad would it be? I doubted the repercussions would affect her even if I could dig something up.
I thought about financials too and while it was possible she was stealing money or something else that was wrong, it seemed incredibly unlikely. Mindy had cards with no limit and in her current life could do anything she wanted, she had no reason to steal anything. I also knew that she could just walk away if need be. My dad had made sure that Mindy would get enough money that she wouldn’t be strapped for cash for a long time, if ever, even if she left our lives completely.
I needed leverage that was undeniably wrong and associated with her as a person so she couldn’t just leave if the shit hit the fan. I figured the only thing like that would be a criminal record. It occurred to me that molestation was a criminal charge so what she was doing to ME was illegal… I was fairly sure that the age of consent in my state was 16 but there was no consenting in any of the things that Mindy had done to me. I needed to capture her in the act of abusing me.
I didn’t know yet how I wanted to go about catching Mindy in the act, but by my math I had some time to figure it out. My aunt and uncle would be home the following afternoon. I didn’t want a repeat of this morning so I’d just stay out overnight. I could crash at a hotel. So long as I was home before my aunt and uncle arrived I doubted that Mindy would make an issue out of it. That meant that if I could dodge tomorrow morning I would have two and a half weeks until my aunt and uncle were out of town again, leaving me alone with Mindy.
They were going to Japan or China or something for that trip and would be gone for two and a half weeks so I knew that I needed to have my plan figured by then or those two weeks would be a living hell for me.
I wasn’t sure where to begin looking for assistance on how to catch her but I knew someone who might know how to get me what I needed. I called my dad’s lawyer. I didn’t know Francis extremely well, but I knew him pretty well all things considered. He’d been at my birthday parties before and I know that my dad had considered him to be nearly family. Going to Francis to ask to put me in touch with someone who knew about covert surveillance would probably be an awkward conversation, but a 16 year old kid is probably a weird enough client that he’d just shrug it off to me being a teen boy. I was worried that maybe he’d tell my uncle, or, even worse, Mindy, but it was a risk I was willing to take so called him and to hell with the consequences.
His assistant answered after only a single ring. I asked her to put me through to him.
“Jason! This is an unexpected call. Before we get to what you’re calling about I want you to know that you don’t need to call my office. Let me give you my personal phone number, it’ll go right through unless I’m in a meeting or already on a call.”
He sounded genuinely happy to hear from me which emboldened me to get down to business.
“I’ll make sure to do so in the future. Francis, I have a couple of questions for you that are not in and of themselves wrong, but before I ask I need to know if our conversations will be passed on to anyone else.”
He paused for a few seconds as if to gather his thoughts before replying, “Jason, your relationship with your lawyer is one of the few relationships where you can tell me literally anything and be confident that I won’t say a word to another soul. After your father’s passing I’ve considered myself to be your lawyer. My invoices are paid by your accounts and any of our conversations, no matter the content, will remain between you and I without another soul knowing. Not your uncle. Not your aunt. Not your step mom. I really mean that. I hope that we have years left to work together, and I hope that we can be friends, but know that regardless of that nothing you tell me will ever be passed on to another soul.”
I didn’t quite breathe a sigh of relief, but I wanted to. “Well I’m very glad to hear that. I don’t think that I have any business secrets that can’t get out and I have no mistresses to hide from my wife, but I’m glad to know that when my life is at its worst I’ll have one place I can surely go.
“I have two questions to put to you. The first question is when are you free to grab a lunch. I’ve been out of touch with what’s happening and I’d really appreciate if you could take a few hours to explain to me where my business stands, how my finances are, and anything else you might think is pertinent for me to know. Second, I’d really appreciate if you could put me in contact with a PI who specializes in covertly, and remotely capturing evidence.”
“As to the first, I’m sure that we can make that happen as soon as this Friday, but I’ll have my assistant give you a call when we finish and she can give you more definite dates. I’ll make sure she knows it’s a priority to find a time that is convenient for you. As to the second, a few names are coming to mind but I’ll ask around to make sure I find the best. Are you looking to hire their services or just get a consult? If you’re looking to hire we can handle that for you,” Francis replied.
“I think that right now I’m only looking to get a consult but if I need to hire them for anything I’ll be sure to let you know,” I said.
We said our goodbyes then he put me on with his assistant to find a good date to get some lunch and learn about everything that was mine in this world (while I wanted to learn this I had other things on my mind so I pushed it out a few weeks). Not fifteen minutes after hanging up with his assistant I got a text message from Francis with the contact information for a PI.
I got a lot of good advice from the PI on how to monitor a room without anyone in it knowing that they were being watched and/or listened to. I was tempted to hire them to do the install but was afraid that my uncle would find out and ask hard to answer questions. Instead I just got them to order me what I needed.
After just a few hours I already had a plan mostly formulated and all that was left was to prepare it and then put it into action. I knew that everything had to be just perfect. I alternated between shaking with excitement at the prospect of succeeding in what I was planning and shivering with fear of failing or being found out.
I’d stayed out the night before my aunt and uncle got home. Mindy didn’t comment when I got home but she did give me a lascivious wink and a little shake of her ass. The first two parts of my plan were taking place simultaneously. The first was to begin preparations to catch Mindy. The second was to “allow” myself to be teased, but steadfastly ignore her. I needed her to be dying to push things even farther to get my attention.
Two weeks flew by. Summer always passes fast but this summer in particular seemed to skip June entirely and leap straight into July. After two weeks of close proximity to Mindy but not once slipping up and giving her the satisfaction of seeing me give in my lust I knew that she was again getting to a point of pushing the envelope. She started taking to wearing nothing but cut off shorts and a bikini top whenever my aunt and uncle weren’t around to witness it.
Her teasing started to pick up even when other people were present. I was watching a premiere league game with my uncle on afternoon (typical Yankee, I was a ManU fan and would often watch their games during the summer when hockey and football weren’t available), lying on the couch with my head on the armrest. My uncle was in a recliner at the end of the couch, on the end with my feet.
Mindy came into the room and made a little joke about boys and their sports (which was ironic because she was a die-hard Bears fan) then put her hands on my shoulders. I forced myself to not tense up at the unwelcome contact. My uncle joked back with her then went back to watching the game. As soon as his eyes left us she leaned down to rest her breasts against the top of my head then whisper into my ear, “Only a few more days then it’s just again sugar. You can’t stay out all the nights, eventually you’ll be mine.” She gave my ear a quick nibble and a kiss before straightening and walking out of the room.
I pretended to ignore her but in reality I was thinking to myself that she had quite the surprise in store for her if she thought that *I* was going to be *hers*.
After having two weeks fly by the last few days went at a crawl. I’d made all my preparations. I’d done more research over those two weeks than I’d done in the rest of my life combined. Now all I had to do was wait and examine and re-examine my plan looking for flaws.
The biggest weakness of my plan was that I needed her to *do* something before I had anything on her. There was generic teasing that she always did, but that was only inappropriate, not illegal. That meant that I’d need to suffer through another episode of her torturing me before I had anything on her. Every time I considered that my stomach would flip flop inside of me and I’d break out in cold sweats. I’d tell myself that it was only once more, but I was afraid that once more would be once more too many.
The day finally came when my aunt and uncle were leaving. They left early in the morning. Their driver was waiting to take them to the airport and Mindy and I were at the doors saying our goodbyes. As soon as the car was driving away Mindy took a step to get next to me, pressing her breasts against my arm and clutching me to her. She had her face pressed against my chest and she said in a voice only slightly louder than a whisper, “I’ve been waiting for this. You’re all mine for two weeks. I’m so very excited.”
I was staring down at the top of her head, daggers shooting out of my eyes, but I didn’t say a word to her. I knew this last day of waiting would kill me so instead of staying in the house I thought it’d be a good idea to head over to the Park and see if Keith, Larry and Tony were there. Sure enough, they were along with some other guys, playing pickup football.
I passed the day with them, although I don’t know that they were grateful for me to be on their team. To say I was distracted would be a huge understatement. I got home in the early evening and went straight to my room. I doubted I’d sleep anytime soon but sitting in my room would still be better than facing Mindy. I was scared to death of what I was about to put myself through, but excited at the prospect of maybe being only a day away from breaking out of the bondage she had put me in.
I hadn’t seen Mindy when I got home and she didn’t come into my room that evening. I must have checked to make sure everything was in place and in working order over a dozen times. I don’t know how I finally managed to get to sleep but I did. The last time I checked the clock there was a 4:30am staring right back at me.
Part of me had been nervous that she wouldn’t do anything to me the next morning (imagine that, nervous that she *wouldn’t* do something…) and that I’d have another day of anxiety. Those fears were unfounded. I jerked awake to feeling a pressure on top of me. Mindy had me handcuffed again, spread eagle on the bed. My waking conscious’ first thought, oddly enough, was to wonder how she’d managed to cuff me two different times without waking me.
Mindy was lying on directly on top of me, snuggling against my chest. She must have felt me wake up because she looked up at me with a cheshire cat grin on her face. She met my eyes and I felt simultaneously nervous and aroused. To my shame I could feel myself harden just meeting her eyes and seeing the passion there. I could also feel my heart skip a beat seeing that there was no mercy in those eyes.
She sat up so that she was sitting on my stomach reaching up to my head with her right hand and holding my head in place so that I couldn’t look away. She then bent down and kissed my left nipple, sucking it into her mouth and giving it a light bite. She kissed her way up my chest, up my the left side of my next until she was at my ear then she gave my ear the lightest of licks, almost as if her breath were somehow the thing actually giving the lick.
“I thought that maybe you would try to hide from me, I thought I’d have to wait a few days until you were brave enough to come back to my waiting arms, but here you are. I had no idea you would be so excited to see me again. We are going to have so much funnnnn,” she breathed into my ear. Her voice had grown in passion until the last words were almost a hiss.
Then she pressed her mouth against mine. I know it was technically a kiss but it felt more like a declaration of both passion and desperation. She kept kissing me but reached down with her left hand, grabbing hold of my hardness and squeezing it in her hand. She would pull her head away from kissing me just long enough to say a word or two so that her sentence came out in broken up gasps, “I can…feel…how hard…you are…waiting…for me…to ravish…youuuuu.”
Her hips had begun to grind against my abs. Her eyes had closed but mine hadn’t. I was mesmerized watching the passion in front of me. This was so different from the other times that it hadn’t sunk in yet that I was a still a victim. That thought crossed my mind, and, as if reading my thoughts, she abruptly stopped kissing me.
She sat straight up again and I noticed for the first time that she was completely nude. I forced myself not to drink in the sight of her but I would be lying to say that it wasn’t difficult to tear my eyes away. The problem with Mindy had certainly never been her beauty. She saw my attraction and it seemed as if that gave her energy, she drank in my brief appreciation, almost purring her approval of my looks.
She had never let go of my cock and been squeezing and pulling on it the whole time she’d been kissing me. She stopped now but only to slide herself down my body. She placed herself between my legs then looked me in the eyes. She no longer needed to hold my head to force me to watch, I couldn’t look away from her eyes and she dropped her head and put me into her mouth. She slowly sucked me into her mouth then I felt the scraping of her teeth against me as she pulled back off. It wasn’t very painful but it was a reminder that from here out this was likely not going to be a pleasant experience.
I was more worked up than I had realized because in only a few minutes I was already on the edge of an orgasm. She stopped her attentions to me, sitting back up. Instead of a painful squeeze to my balls this time she reached down to my feet and pinched the webbing between my big toe and the other toes on my right foot. It was certainly painful but distant enough from my cock that it didn’t do as much to reduce the orgasm.
That wasn’t the only way her “routine” had changed. She sat up on her knees looking down at me while I took deep breaths trying to calm my beating heart. For once she wasn’t looking me in the eyes but instead was looking at me as a whole. It wasn’t until later that I realized she was looking at me the same I had looked at her when I noticed her nudity.
I watched her hands which were pressed firmly against her rib cage just below her breasts. She ran her hands down pressing her palms against her sides, pushing them down to her hips then she slowly pushed her right hand to her groin. She moaned loudly when her finger made contact with her clit and as if someone had flipped a switch she immediately began to work on her clit in a frenzy. I’d never seen something so animalistic, something so sensual, and it turned me on to an almost painful extent watching her. In a way it was just as painful to watch and not be able to do anything as it had been when she was touching me.
She did that for a minute or an hour, I couldn’t tell how long it lasted but I also couldn’t stop watching. She stopped as suddenly as she had started immediately diving back down to bring me right back to the brink of orgasm. When I was almost there she lifted her knee up, kneeing me somewhat gently in the balls. Taking a knee somewhat gently to the balls still hurts like hell. She went back to rubbing herself, but this time not with the same frenzy.
She repeated this process multiple times but after the fifth or sixth time I could hear her quietly moaning to herself, “can’t cum, need to cum, can’t do it, need to cum.” It certainly looked to me like she was extremely close to cumming but maybe my perception was distorted by my own world enveloping need for release.
After the seventh or eighth time of her working on herself something in her snapped. She stopped rubbing herself and looked down at me. “You are going to make me CUM,” she said to me with something akin to anger in her voice.
She worked her way forward on her knees and I realized what she was planning. In a few more moments she was going to drop her hips and I would be buried in her. I was a virgin and maybe it shouldn’t have mattered after all the time she had spent blowing me, but the thought of losing my virginity this way was more distressing than anything else she had done to me. I had, of course, fantasized about losing my virginity. I had even fantasized about losing it to her some of the times she had me more worked up. Losing it this way was a nightmare, not a fantasy. I hadn’t realized how important it was to me until I was faced with the moment.
I started yanking against my restraints while shouting at her, “No! No! Please, PLEASE Mindy not that. Please don’t do that. PLEASE. It’s my first time Mindy, please!” Tears were forming in my eyes but my body wasn’t of the same opinion as my mind. My cock was as hard as ever and in a few more moments that would be the only happy part of me.
She paused when she heard that I was still a virgin. She looked at me and for a second I thought she was going to say something, for a moment I even thought that she would stop. Instead she grinned at me, I could see her face saying that she was relishing taking away my virginity.
She dropped herself onto me. She was incredibly wet. I slid all the way into her immediately. We both screamed. My voice was a mix of anguish and pleasure. Her voice was pure pleasure. She lifted her hips once and dropped them again then screamed that she was cumming. She repeated it over and over as if it were a miracle.
She lost herself to the orgasm, her hips started fucking against me, alternating between grinding and short thrusts. While her body shuddered with pleasure my own orgasm, withheld for so long, was on the verge of release. My entire body was tense, the cuffs on my wrists and ankles were cutting into my skin I was pulling so hard on them.
When my orgasm hit me I let out a wordless scream. It was one of the best orgasms, if not *the* best orgasm, of my life but there was no joy in it. I was screaming but not with pleasure. I’d just been raped and my own body didn’t have the decency to not enjoy it.
Mindy had no such qualms. As soon as my cum started spurting into her she started saying with wonder in her voice, “again, I’m cumming again.”
I can’t have been cumming very long but it felt like minutes on end. When my orgasm finally stopped my entire body collapsed, exhausted. Mindy was right behind me, falling flat onto my chest, my deflating cock still held within her pussy. We lay like that for a few minutes, both of us still breathing heavily until she sat up and gave me a kiss on the lips.
“I’ve needed that for a long, long time Jason. Thank you for being so accommodating. You’re just so sweet to me! Enjoy the rest of your day, I’ll see you tomorrow morning,” she said.
With that she set the cuffs to release in a few minutes, gave me a wink, and walked out of the room. I lay in my bed staring at the ceiling until well after the cuffs had unlocked. I’d known what was going to happen this morning, or, at least, I thought I had. I’d willingly put myself into this situation. Was it my fault that it had ended the way it did? I wasn’t sure. Certainly my greed had facilitated things going the way that they had.
Eventually I got out of bed. I pulled on a pair of boxers then walked over to my computer. In my room I had four microphones and six fiber-optic cameras set up. Everything that had happened this morning was recorded. I had full audio and color recordings from all different angles. There would be no doubting on the film that this had not been a consensual act.
I still didn’t know if the price had been worth the goods, that was yet to be determined, but I’d done it. I knew had something I could use against Mindy. I already had backups of the files stored on multiple dedicated servers (I’d told myself this was ridiculous and unnecessary, but after what had happened today was glad there was almost no chance of losing this because there was no way I’d be able to do it again) and all that was left was proper editing.
I went about creating a video clip demonstrating just how incriminating the video I had was. I had a full day to work on it so I took my time, reviewing all the angles to make sure I always had the best one, the one that most clearly showed the rape. When I was done I was sure that it was good enough. I had my weapon. All that was left was to spring my trap. I was giddy with anticipation. I hadn’t actually done anything yet but it already felt as if she were mine.
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