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The Importance of Sophie, Preface

The following is the preface for this series in ten parts (yes, ten). Since there are a great deal of characters and there may be large gaps between instalments (I’m not skilled at writing consistently), this story will serve as a somewhat convenient resource for refreshing your memory. (Check the end for physical descriptions of most of the characters)

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the lovely neighbor

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THREE OLD LADIES AND FLASHER

Three old ladies named Gertrude, Maude and Tilly were sitting on a park bench having a quiet conversation when a flasher approached from across the park. The flasher came up to the ladies, stood right in front of them and opened his trench coat. Gertrude immediately had a stroke.
Then Maude also had a stroke.
But Tillie, being older and more feeble, couldn’t reach that far.

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Norma’s secret life Ch. 3

Norma’s secret life Ch.3
Chapter 3
It was nearly 9.00am before she woke the next morning. Stan had already left for the office. She had been exhausted after the previous night’s sexual activities with Toby. Her sexual appetite had been satisfied for the time being. Going to the bathroom she showered and attended to her toiletries, taking great pains in cleaning her pussy lips and pubic hair.
For some time Norma had been considering the prospect of shaving her pubic hair. She knew that Stan would object to her having a naked pussy. The thought racing through her mind was exciting her. Sitting on the toilet with her legs spread she reached between her legs and rubbed and fingered her hairy cunt lips only to find that she was still wet from her shower. Removing her hand she bought it to her mouth and licked her fingers clean. As she was licking her fingers Toby came into the toilet and sat in front of his naked mistress. Norma could see the tip of his shiny cock poking out of its hairy sheath.
“Oh! Toby” she whispered, “You always seem to be ready, why can’t Stan be more like you? Especially in the cock department. Maybe then he could knock me up.”
Norma made her decision; she quickly stood up and taking Stan’s shaving cream she lathered her cunt hairs, picked up his razor she quickly shaved. Once she was finished she washed the remaining her pussy and went into her bedroom laying on the bed she admired her handiwork in the full length mirror. When she was satisfied with what she had accomplished. She got off the bed and got down onto her hands and knees beside the bed and waited.
Toby had followed her into her bedroom and was sniffing and licking at her cunt when she couldn’t take his tongue lashings any longer. She said, “Now Toby.”
Toby needed no coaxing he quickly mounted her wrapped his legs tightly around her waist and with one shove he drove his long cock into her bare cunt.
When Norma felt his hairy sheath pressing against her naked pussy lips she orgasmed almost immediately. On this occasion Toby didn’t tie with her and as quickly as he squirted his hot cum into her and they came apart. Norma got off the floor showered and decided to do the housework and walk around naked, something she would never have considered had been Stan at home. When it came to nudity Stan had always been the ultimate prude. He wouldn’t even make love with the light on and he refused to let Norma sleep naked. He tolerated no panties but total nudity was definitely out.. Norma didn’t know how Stan was going to take the fact that she had shaved her pubes; she really didn’t care. He had always been against nakedness.
She found out quickly enough that night. As they lay side by side in bed Stan reached out under her nightie feeling for her pussy, he was appalled when he felt her naked pussy, he quickly pulled his hand away; it was as if he had been burnt. Stan jumped out of bed and he was quickly followed by Norma. A heated fight followed where insult followed insult with the bed between them Norma felt a little safety.
“You’re turning into a slut,” Stan yelled at her. “You think I don’t know what is going on do you?”
“And what do you care,” she screamed back at him. “All you care about is how quick you can get your puny little cock into me and empty your balls into me and how quickly you can get to sleep. You are nothing more than a little cocked bastard who can’t satisfy a real woman.”
Norma stormed out into the lounge room quickly pursued by Stan. As he caught up with her he closed his hand into a fist and raised it as if he was going to strike his now furious wife. Fearful for her safety Norma went to the back door and let Toby inside. The dog sat quietly alongside Norma. Stan raised his fist to her again but thought better of it as the fur on the back of Toby’s neck stood up and he snarled menacingly at Stan. It was as if Toby was saying keep away she’s my bitch now not yours.
Stan backed off very quickly, not wanting to tangle with Toby as Norma said, I want a baby but it seems you aren’t even capable of that.”
“Well I don’t.” He roared back at her. “I don’t want any kid stretching your cunt out of shape or sucking on your tits.”
Norma walked out of the lounge room and into the guest room followed closely by Toby; she locked the door to keep Stan out.
Sometime through the night Stan packed a bag and left. Norma didn’t know how long he was going to be gone. So the first thing next morning Norma packed all of her things and departed taking Toby with her.
Norma had tears streaming down her cheeks as she drove recklessly out of the driveway. She didn’t know where she was going or what she was going to do. She had plenty of her own money; she didn’t need any from Stan. Norma knew that the days of marriage were over forever. She knew that there were going to be some difficult questions to answer when she reached her parents farm.
To be continued

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Modern Mage – Chapter 7

This chapter is a bit shorter but not lacking for content and information. I appreciate all of you who are still following this tale. Anyone who is reading who has any questions or feedback please comment. If you want to send a PM you can register on the Forum and do so as well. I am enjoying the writing and letting the tale unfold and hope you are enjoying it as well. Thank you as always for taking the time to read my strange tale.
There we were, Marcus and I, out in the middle of the desert and mountains outside of Las Vegas. I had survived my Seeking; I still didn’t know what I gained from it other than knowledge. Sitting there; in the middle of a protective ring of Magick looking at an entire pack of Werewolves circling right outside the barrier. Now these weren’t the monsters of Hollywood movies and literature. I knew only a little about Were-creatures; the main point being that despite what the myths said, you were either born into a bloodline of were-creatures or not. Surviving as attack was pure chance and you didn’t become a were creature because of it. Second difference was they could shift forms at will, hence the 9’8” monster standing there looking at us at sunrise. Marcus turned and looked at me, “Trying for the understatement of the century Andrew?”
“It’s worse than you think, I’m too exhausted to focus on Magick and the power infused into the crystals is going to run out before I’m ready to help.” I wasn’t joking either; I couldn’t even pull enough Magick to refresh my mind and body enough to move normally. The thing about Magick is that while you are powerful, using too much at once takes its toll on the body.
The look Marcus gave me spoke volumes about his opinion of that, “I’ve never done a ritual like this circle for anything. If I was planning to do anything as dangerous as what you did, I went to one of my Sanctums. How long do we have?”
“I don’t know. You think they’ll have the patience to wait us out?”
“They started arriving right after you cast your spell last night and went into meditation for the Seeking. The first few just trotted out of the desert, sat down and starting howling. After that, several more arrived just appearing like a Mage using Correspondence. I didn’t sense any Magick in use; however there are spirits all over them and this place now. What exactly did this ritual of yours do?”
I had the decency to look chagrined when I sat up and looked at Marcus to explain. “In addition to the protective aspects that I told you about it weakened the barrier between planes. I figured it would make communicating with my Avatar for the Seeking easier.”
For the second time in a few minutes Marcus looked at me like I was insane, “You weakened the barrier between Planes?! How in the hell did you even come up with an idea like that let alone find the power to do it?!?! And what the fuck made you think it was a good idea to do so?!?!?!?!” Marcus voice increased in tone and volume as he yelled those questions at me.
“For one, you taught me that the only limits to what could be done with Magick were imagination and knowledge. I’ve been doing some reading on theoretical physics. You know we can get into this later, we have bigger things to worry about right now.” I said as I pointed out the situation that started this conversation in the first place. Leave it to Mages to lose sight of the immediate problem and focus on the minor issues.
Marcus looked around us thoroughly assessing the situation we were in. While we both knew either of us could simply move us away instantly through Correspondence, after his describing the arrival of our….friends, we didn’t know if that would help. There was the distinct possibility of them being able to follow us through the traveling. I stood and looked at the big Werewolf, what were wolves doing in the desert around Las Vegas anyway, and looked him in the eyes. Right after I made eye contact he looked a lot angrier than he already had been. I broke eye contact; that calmed him only a little. I thought back to what I knew about wild wolves and canines in general and realized that I had presented what could have been seen as a challenge to a 9 foot tall being that could palm my chest in one hand. “Marcus, don’t look them in the eyes. Wolves see that as a challenge and I think it would make them angrier.”
“Could you have remembered that before you pissed off the big one Andrew?” Marcus’s tone was one of pure sarcasm, no way to mistake his meaning. The strangest thing happened next, and I realize just how strange that has to be when you consider the reality I live in, the wolves surrounding us let out low barking yips. And I swear on all that I care for and believe, the large werewolf actually laughed at us. I wasn’t comforted by the reaction. Marcus however was a little faster with an idea than I was, in my defense, I was still exhausted. Marcus turned toward the big werewolf and looked him squarely in the chest, not making eye contact and said, “If you’re willing we’d like to talk and resolve this with as little bloodshed, ours as much as yours, as we possibly can.”
I was impressed by his quick thinking and glad he was here with me, otherwise I don’t think I’d have gotten through this. The wolves spread out, moving a little distance away from the barrier and lay down in the sand. This gave us a better view of the larger wolf, there was a scar running from the right hip across the chest to the left shoulder. It was about 4 to 6 inches wide as it crossed the intestines and stomach area, that wide of a scar also meant deep. That wound would have killed almost anything, yet he stood there daunting in all his glory, the stories about werewolves regenerating injuries quickly must have been true. That was another point against us if this came to a fight. The strangest thing I noticed was the weapon; a huge jagged, ruggedly forged blade that was attached to his side looked to be made of silver. That made no sense to me so I assumed it was some kind of highly polished steel. My energy was returning slowly as we waited to see what would happen when the barrier failed, I touched the matter sphere to sense the blade. When my probe stopped before getting to the werewolf I thought they could use counter magic of some kind. A few seconds later I remembered that my ritual designed to keep us safe also kept Magick in, my brain just didn’t want to get into gear this morning. As I was berating myself for being so slow today three people and 4 more of those large bipedal wolves stepped out of nowhere into the space the others had cleared. Marcus jumped in surprise as he saw this and turned to me, “I didn’t sense anything this time either Andrew. What’s going on here?”
I managed a brief laugh, at least I had realized one thing faster than Marcus for a change. “The barrier keeps what’s inside in and out there from entering, that was the intent. A Mage could cause a tempest as we watched and we wouldn’t feel anything.”
The new Werewolves varied in size, though they were all well above 8 feet, I think one of them topped 10. Of the 3 people who arrived with them, they varied in age and appearance. One of them stepped up to the barrier and spoke, “You asked to speak with us, what are you doing here Mage?”
My fault Marcus was here, my mess to clean up. I stepped up the barrier in front of the one who spoke. She appeared to be around 35 to 40, long dark hair braided, blue eyes so dark they were almost black. She was dressed simply in a peasant skirt and tank top. I asked her, “Who are you and how do you know I’m a Mage?”
She smiled, while beautiful, it somehow didn’t set me at ease. “I am Seeker of Truth of the Desert Moon Pack, since you are wanting introductions, who are you?”
“I am Andrew Graves and my companion is Marcus. I ask again, how do you know I’m a Mage?” I kept my face impassive, trying not to betray me feelings when dealing with an unknown.
Seeker of Truth simply waved her hand pointing at the barrier and sigils etched into the sand, “This barrier I have never encountered before but the Spirits tell me they cannot enter the circle, nor can those inside with you leave. This is not the gifts of my people doing this. I can hear your hearts beat and smell the scents from your bodies meaning you are alive. I know some of the Sigils in the ground represent the Magick of mages as I’ve seen them before. And you spoke of Magick with your companion, as my companions have told me.”
Score several points for her, I couldn’t exactly deny what she had said and I needed to be honest if I was going to try and get us out of here alive. “Fair enough, you are right about all of that. I was here to perform a Seeking, communicating with a Spirit of Magick from another plane. The spell is dangerous to the Mage and if things go wrong to those around them. I chose to come out here into the desert and cast the protection ritual to reduce the risk to other. Marcus came along to aid in protecting me from the Seeking itself. If we are trespassing on your land I apologize, the protection spell will leave no trace that we were ever here once we leave.” I spoke as though I was sure we were leaving peacefully as that is what I wanted. I didn’t posture or threaten.
She laughed at the, but it was friendly not threatening. “You are so sure you’re walking out of here, but not acting as though we are helpless before the powers of a Mage. We may actually be able to be friends. We too seek knowledge from Spirits and wish to know why the barrier between planes was suddenly weak here. If you can help us with this you may leave in peace, we may be able to arrange a way for you to become a friend of our Pack in time, but let us start this slowly. Can you, or will you tell me how the veil became weaker here than anywhere else in the area?”
I chose to continue the honesty, if we could become friends and possibly allies it was important for me to make this happen. I wasn’t sure what she meant by the veil, but I guessed she meant the barrier between plains. “The ritual that I performed to for the protective barrier had other effects as part of it. First was the protection, keep my Magick within and anything else outside of the circle. Second was weakening the barrier between the planes to make communication with the Spirit I sought easier. I bound all my knowledge of Magick into the spell to focus my mind and power into the Seeking, maintaining my body and life while I was not conscious of either. I can drop the barrier at any time from within, however the effect of the spell will also disappear when the Magick stored in the objects I used runs out.” As the last word came out of my mouth the barrier dropped, the glass etchings in the sand turned back into dust and blended with the rest of the sand. “Just like that,” I said, keeping the worry out of my voice.
“Can you repeat the process of weakening the veil, or does that only work with this ritual?” Seeker of Truth asked with some excitement in her voice.
“I can do so most of the time; right now as your companions have no doubt informed you I am tired and unable to focus on Magick. I will give you the information needed to contact me and discuss this further if we can go so that I may rest.” I was just about to fall over and lie down in the sand if this took much longer. I slowly reached into my pocket and pulled out my wallet. I pulled out a card with my numbers on it and handed it to her, “Have someone contact me when you wish to speak more and I’ll work on a way to assist you with the barrier and we can go from there, it that is acceptable to everyone.”
Seeker of Truth stepped back from me holding the card, turning to face the other two people that arrived with her. The first was man about 25, dressed like a ranch hand. He has a deep tan as you would expect from someone who worked outdoors, was around 6’3” and 190 pounds. After a brief conversation between them that we couldn’t hear she turned to the other, a young lady no older than 19. She was beautiful, bronze tanned skin with long legs. She stood about 5’11” with a swimmers build. Dirty blonde hair halfway down her back, and cool blue eyes flecked with grey completed the look. She was wearing tight denim shorts and another denim blouse over her tank top. They spent several minutes talking when Seeker handed the young woman my card and walked back over to us.
“You and your companion are free to leave these lands. Do not return here unless invited to do so. My granddaughter Kyra,” she pointed at the young woman she was speaking to, “will contact you soon to arrange a meeting between us. Kyra is a student in Las Vegas so it will be easier for her to call you. I am very interested in discussing how we may be able to work together in the future. Go in peace.” After she finished speaking they all took a step and disappeared. When I say all of them I mean the wolves, bipedal werewolves and even the people. Now with the barrier down I felt the working of spirits in their travel.
Marcus and I headed back to where the car was parked, and though he looked about 15 I handed my keys to him as I was in no condition to drive back into the city. Marcus and I discussed the events of the previous evening with me explaining everything I learned of the Ascension War and Stasis as well as the fact that I warned myself of the attack on the night of my awakening. I felt sorry for anyone trying to figure out that Time Travel Paradox and remaining a shred of their sanity. As with all Magick I accepted that it happened and didn’t try to explain why it was or wasn’t possible. I told him that the warning I got the other night may have been from another version of myself on another timeline or Plane letting me know something else was coming and soon. We couldn’t figure out if it was luck or fate that let us survive the encounter with Werewolves and just agreed it was both. I went to sleep right after this as he drove us all the way back to Sindee’s house. He woke me once we pulled into the driveway. I took him inside with me and made a brunch for three waking Sindee for the day to start he weekend. She was getting more and more beautiful every day I spent with her. I decided that Marcus and I were going to attempt the awakening this weekend. Now I just had to be prepared to lose her because she couldn’t deal with the reality of what I was or the world I live in……

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Whats that?

One dark stormy night a boy walked into his parents room, scared.
“Mummy! Daddy! Its scary in my room!” He screamed
” Its ok hun, come into bed with us” His parents said back to him.
The boy smiled and jump into his parents bed, after a while he woke up again by the lightning and found something.
” MUMMY! Whats THAT?!” He Screamed again. Mummies eyes widened.
“Thats Daddys sn-snake” she said.
Again the storm woke up the boy and he found something.
” Daddy.. Daddy what are those?” he asked more calmer this time.
” Urr..Urrmmm Those are.. Mummy head-lights ” He answered
Again the storm woke up the boy and he found something.
“Mummy Daddy! Whats THAT!?” He screamed.
” Thats her B-Bush” They both answered
Again the storm woke up the boy and he found Mummy and Daddy doing something.
” MUMMY TURN ON YOUR HEAD LIGHTS! THE SNAKE IS ENTERING THE BUSH!” He scream

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Truth or Dare with Beth, part 2

It was morning and I was beginning to wake up. I noticed that I was waking up with some good, old fashioned morning wood and was trying to stay asleep to enjoy whatever dream was making me hard this morning. The dream felt so real, it felt as though someone was really stroking my cock. It was all so vivid. It definitely wasn’t my hand, it felt too small and soft. This was incredible, the best dream ever! Then it took a turn my sex dreams never took – I felt a strange feeling in my ass!
Suddenly I realized what was happening. I remembered that I wasn’t alone in bed. I remembered my friend Beth was visiting. I remembered she had found the strap on dildo last night in my apartment. I remembered that she had put it on during our game of Truth or Dare the night before and fucked my ass with it. And I remembered that she went to bed with it still on.
I turned my head to look behind me and see her. “Did you have fun last night?” she asked seductively.
“Of course I did. I always have fun with you.”
“Do you remember our new arrangement?”
“Not at all.”
“What is the new agreement then?” She wanted to hear me say it.
“You are the only one that can make dares now. I have to do anything you want. I am now your bitch for the weekend.”
Beth was rubbing her dildo through my ass crack. As I said those last words the stroking quickened. She was obviously turned on from hearing me say she was in control.
“Are you ready for another ass fucking then?”
“I am ready for anything you want me to do, Beth.”
Her left hand was still reaching around, stroking my cock as we both laid on our right sides. I felt the phallus slide through my cheeks a few more times before after one down stroke it stopped.
“Pull your cheeks apart!”
I reached my left hand back, grabbed my left cheek and pulled it up, giving Beth access to my ass hole. I felt the tip touch my brown hole and then slight pressure. I wanted to feel the cock back inside of me and I felt myself pushing back onto the strap on. Beth pushed forward, my ass relaxed and I felt the head split my crack and push in. She held it there for a second letting me adjust to my anal intruder and feel the round head before she began pushing in more.
Beth wasn’t taking her time being nice and slow while entering me like she had last night. Once she began pushing she just kept going. I felt every inch of the toy sliding past my sphincter muscle. I felt every “vein” of the cock as it slid into me. And then I felt the head pressing against my prostate.
“Oh fuck you are so deep inside of me!”
“I bet I can get it deeper. Would you like to feel me deeper inside your ass?” Beth hissed into my ear.
Without waiting for a reply, Beth took her hand from my cock, placed it on my hips and pushed forward as far as she possibly could. The dildo she was wearing pressed against me from the inside and felt like she was trying to push it through my stomach.
She pulled back and I again felt every ridge of the cock slide across me, just in reverse this time. As the cock began to almost exit me, I felt the pull of Beth’s hand on my hip as her waist moved forward again thrusting the rubber toy back into me. She picked up her pace, moving her hips back and forth, the toy sliding in and out. I loved every second of it. I felt so hard and soft at the same time sliding in and out of me. I could hear Beth breathing in my ear. Her lust was evident. She was loving the power of being on the fucking end of things for once.
“Fuck yeah, take my cock you little bitch! You like your ass filled, don’t you? You love feeling me fuck you deep!”
And I did! Each time she pushed it deep inside me I moaned like a bitch in heat. I never wanted her to take the tool out of me.
I felt Beth shift her weight to her left and made us both roll off of our right sides and onto our stomachs without ever removing the dildo from my ass. Beth’s weight was now on top of me. She moved up onto her elbows, pulled her knees up more and pushed deep inside of me again. In her new position, Beth had even more control and began grinding her pelvis into my ass. Each stroke went all the way out until just the tip was left inside me and then she slammed the entire length back into me.
My dick was pressed against the bed and each thrust also brought with it the pleasure of friction against my shaft. The new sensation was amazing and was making it hard not to cum. Beth seemed to read my mind.
“Don’t you fucking cum yet!” she demanded. “I have another dare planned for that. You let me know when you think you can’t hang on any longer. Until then, just keep enjoying me inside your ass!”
Beth was so worked up now that she couldn’t stop her dirty talk.
“You really love this thing inside of you, huh? I bet you are starting to wonder what a real cock would feel like inside your ass. Would you like that? I know I would like to watch it. That would be so hot, watching some guy ass fuck you!”
She didn’t wait for any answers, just kept turning herself on more with her talk. She was pounding my tight hole. Each thrust carried as much force as she could muster. The bed rocked into the wall each time she pushed it back inside of me. My bed was squeaking and I could only imagine what my downstairs neighbors were thinking!
It was all too much now. I couldn’t last much longer. The fucking had lasted at least 20 minutes and I needed to cum!
“I’m ready to cum, Beth.”
She pulled out of me in one long motion and stood on the bed.
“Roll onto your back. Good, now throw your legs back so you are doubled over with your ass in the air.”
I did as I was told. Beth moved above me, put one leg on each side of me, bent her knees and sunk the dildo back into my ass. She just resumed her fucking in this awkward position. She was sliding into me like a piston in a car engine. I also noticed how close my dick was to my face.
“Are you ready for your next dare?” she asked as she continued thrusting downward. “I dare you to open your mouth, cum on your own face and swallow as much as you can shoot into your mouth!”
Beth kept fucking me, the whole time looking straight down, not taking a chance to miss me giving myself a facial. Each thrust brought my cock closer to my mouth and I wondered if it were possible to give myself a blow job from this position. I was past the point of no return. I needed to cum. As I watched the sexy, slender red head above me repeatedly slam a strap on dildo into my ass, I opened my mouth and began to stroke my cock.
“Oh yes! You’re going to do this! Fuck yeah! Shoot your load all over your face! I want to watch you swallow your own cum so badly! Fucking cum for me!”
Beth’s comments were leaving her mouth as fast as her dildo was penetrating me. Then it happened. The first shot missed my mouth and made me flinch as it landed just below my left eye. I readjusted in time and the second shot landed right on my tongue. So did the second and third before the fourth and fifth missed again and coated my face. I was then done with shots of my load and just moved my cock back over my mouth to let the last few dribbles fall onto my waiting tongue.
“Don’t swallow yet!” Beth demanded as she pulled the dildo out of my ass and let my legs fall back to the bed. “Sit up and open wide!”
She reached over and grabbed her camera and snapped pictures of the sticky jizz in my mouth and on my face. “I am going to cum so hard when I masturbate to these back home! Ok, swallow now.”
I did as was told and felt the creamy mess slide down my throat. I then licked as much as I could off of my lips. Then Beth scooped as much of my spunk off of my chin as possible and fed it to me. Each time I swallowed my seed right down. Each time I enjoyed it more.
“Fuck that was hot!” exclaimed Beth. “Now, clean my dick off like a good little bitch. Taste the remnants of shit you left on my pole you dirty little whore!”
I got on my knees and took the dildo into my mouth and slid my mouth down the shaft, licking it as I went, tasting the muskiness of my own ass. Beth was looking down on me, enjoying treating me like her bitch as I sucked her cock. I felt her pushing farther with each thrust – Beth was trying to get me to deepthroat the rod. My throat began to relax and accommodate more and more of the intruder, just as my ass had done.
“That’s it,” she said approvingly. “Take me in your throat. You are becoming quite the cocksucker and fucker. You could really please some guys cock. I know you are pleasing mine. Now, open up and take it all!”
Beth reached her right hand around the back of my head and began to push as she slowly thrust her hips forward. The object met with resistance the back of my throat, but it was quickly obvious that she would not be pulling backward until she couldn’t push any farther. I began to consciously contort my throat muscles, trying to find a way to take the entire length. Beth began to increase the pressure on the back of my head. There was maybe a quarter inch left to go and Beth pushed my head and jabbed her hips forward and my lips were around the base of the toy – my nose touching her flat stomach. I had taken the entire thing. Since she had gotten it this far into my ass, too, I could taste dried shit every millimeter along the way.
“Look up at me! That’s good! Fuck, I think I can see the shape of it in your throat!”
Beth reached over to my nightstand and grabbed my camera and snapped a picture. She then proceeded to slide the dildo out of my mouth in half inch increments, taking a picture each time she stopped.
“Does this thing have a video function to it?” It did. And Beth found it. For being a small little camera it had surprisingly good video quality and it also recorded sound. She aimed the lens at herself and recorded an intro.
“Hi, this is Beth. I am making my little bitch boy Patrick suck my strap on dildo after I just fucked his ass good and deep with it. I hope you enjoy watching.”
She then trained the camera back down on me and told me to suck her good. I was a little uneasy about the camera, but I wasn’t going to disappoint! I grabbed her hips and pulled my mouth forward as far as possible making myself deepthroat her this time. That received some very positive commentary from her on the video as she kept a running dialogue of the entire event. I got into a good pace. The cock slid past my lips, into my mouth and down my throat. Then slid out of my throat, past my tongue and then the tip was on my lips.
I was sucking her nicely. My throat had adapted to the pole being pushed into it with each thrust and a good amount of saliva had built up acting as lube. But Beth wanted to put on a show for the camera, so she grabbed my head again and began thrusting. She was going all the way in each time, but was moving much faster. She was fucking my face. Saliva was flowing freely and I was drooling out of the sides of my mouth from her fucking. I felt so depraved and I loved it! Finally, Beth slammed her cock home into the back of my throat and instead of pulling back out as I expected, she left the member choking me. My eyes were bugging out of my head as I looked up at her, pleading her with my eyes to take it out and let me breath again. Beth loved it and she told the camera so. At last, she pulled the cock from my throat and my mouth completely. I gasped for air deeply, inhaling as much as possible!
Beth again turned the camera on herself saying, “Now THAT, my friends, is how you suck a cock! I hope you enjoyed watching my slut Patrick blow me!” And she turned the camera off.
“We need two things now,” declared Beth. “First, we need to find a web site to post this video and two, to record more!” And she bent over, kissed me deeply on the lips, and walked out of my bedroom to my computer, leaving me still on my knees. I couldn’t wait for more!

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Invasion of the body snatchers

“Zorg, are you ready to report!”
“Yes, my Lord! I have even brought back samples from the planet, they call Earth.” replied the lizard-like creature as he bowed his head in homage to his master.
“ Is it a viable place? Can we transplant there?”
“Yes, my Lord, I believe we can. I also think that their females will be suitable for breeding. Apparently, a great number of their females mate for fun, not for breeding purposes.” replied Zorg.
“ For Fun? They mate for fun? They must be very different from ours, who get devoured by their hatchlings.” retorted the Lizard Prince. “You must show me how they do this!”
“ Of course my Lord! Bring in the specimens!” With this command five humans are escorted into the chamber. One young black male, and four females, a thirty-something blonde ,a mid-twenties black woman and two teens, one with red hair and one with brown hair.
The lizard prince pointed to the black male and the blonde female, ordering them to step forward.
“Show me how you mate!”
“I ain’t showin’ you shit!” shouted the black defiantly.
One of the lizard guards walked behind him, and sprouting several green tentacles, grabbed his victim, raised him off the floor, and ripped off his clothes. “Unless you wish to become food for my guards, I suggest you rethink your position!” said the lizard Prince, as his prisoner was lowered to the ground.
At this point, the blonde, after seeing the black’s equipment, knelt down in front of him, and, hefting his limp cock in one hand and his nut sac in the other, planted a wet kiss on the shiny brown head. The cock responded immediately, stiffening in the blonde girls mouth until it reached its full 8 inch length. Stretching her lips around the massive tool, she bobbed her head up and down, gagging slightly as the head of his dick invaded the back of her throat. Pulling away she said to her partner, “Lets give these overgrown alligators a show! Lay down and we’ll 69, then you can fuck me til I’m sore.” Shucking her clothes quickly, and shaking her hips at him. “C’mon, Don’t you want some of this?” No longer caring about his audience, he laid down on his back and she straddled his face, slowly lowering her blonde fringed pussy over his mouth and nose before returning to her cock sucking duties.
Grabbing her around the legs, he spread open her moistening pussy and began thrusting his tongue deep into its folds. Moan after moan escaped her cock filled lips as he expertly ate her ripe twat. He wrapped his lips around her engorged clit and teased the tip with his tongue. She screamed as she ground her cunt onto his face, frigging his tool as she sucked on the head. “Make me cum! Make me cum! Oh God, Please! Make me cum.”
Shoving two fingers inside her wet slit he rasped his tongue on her sensitive clit, bringing her over the edge. Panting and moaning, she came hard, as her cunt muscles squeezed his fingers, and her juices ran down his hand and dripped onto his face.
As he drank the juices from her gash his hips thrust upward, shoving his cock deep into her mouth.
With a loud grunt he spewed his seed into her open throat. Swallowing what she could, she gagged on the volume of cum his cock spit out and she drooled much of it out onto his still pistonning shaft. Pulling off his still hard pecker she said, “You still got enough to fuck me with, stud?”
“Watch this, bitch!” he replied as he pushed her off, spun her around and buried his shiny, cum covered dick deep into her tight wet fuck hole. Reaching around her, he grabbed her tits and squeezed as he rammed roughly in and out of her cloying pussy. Before long she could feel another orgasm building up in both of them, so she egged him on. “Fill me with your jizz, stud! Make me your cum slave! Fuck me! Fuck me harder!”
Gripping her hips he slammed in and out, feeling his balls slap against her pussy lips. He let out a long groan as he emptied his balls deep inside her. As he slowed down her orgasm hit and she screamed as her cunt constricted around his shrinking fuck stick. As the spasms abated , she crawled away leaving a pool of cum dripping from her abused cunt.
“And that, prince whatever your name is, is how we fuck.” she said as she stood up, still leaking copious amounts of sperm.
“Would you like to see how we mate?” the prince challenged.
“Not really!” she replied, unsure of where this was going.
“And if I gave you the same offer, I gave the male?” the prince said, as an evil smile crossed his face.
“Well, under those circumstances, I guess I don’t have a choice, do I?” she said nervously.
“Come up here and service me then!”
Slowly she approached the lizard, stopping a foot away. Without warning he flung his robe away, exposing a thick green gristle pole at least a foot long. “There’s no way in hell I can fit that thing inside me!”, she said as she stepped back away from the green monster cock. With her eyes riveted on his giant member, she hadn’t seen the tentacles grow out of his back, whip around and grab her arms and legs, and pull her to him.
With her legs spread and arms pinned, she could only watch in horror as she was lowered slowly onto the lizards penis. The slender tip penetrated her well oiled cuntlips and she groaned in pleasure as he slowly filled her with his hard green cock.
“Ohhhh! Godddd! Feels soooo good!” she moaned as the lizard prince lifted and dropped her on his
lap. Using two of his tentacles he wrapped them around her ample tits, tickling her nipples as they stood out. Ever so gently, he filled her with his entire length until his cockhead rested on her cervix. He tightened his grip on her legs and hips, pulling her down further, shoving his prick into her womb.
She screamed in surprise and discomfort as her butt cheeks rested on his lap, his entire length buried in her body. Waiting until she relaxed a bit, but not relaxing his grip, he let out a groan as his cock expanded, lumps visible as they traveled up inside the helpless blonde. “Ahhhh! Its too big! You’re hurting me! Stop! Please!”
He held on tight as six lumps passed through his rod into her body. He pulled her off, holding her over his head, positioning her just violated cunt in front of his nose. “Please! No more! I can’t take it!” she pleaded as she watched his nose grow, heading straight for her stretched snatch. The thing growing from his nose was the same size as his cock, and she passed out as he pushed it inside her. With a great roar he pumped a large volume of a white sticky substance inside the blondes distended cunt until it poured out over the lizards face.
Letting her down slowly, and laying her on her back, he grinned, licking his lips, and said, “ That is how we mate! You will now bear me children.” Horrified, she looked down past her breasts, noticing her belly was distended, and felt as if it were growing before her eyes.
“What did you do to me!” she screamed.
“First, I deposited six eggs inside you. Then I germinated them. In six days you will give birth to six hatchlings.” he replied. “Take her away and make her comfortable. Feed her well. The hatchlings will need much nourishment..”
“What did you do that for, man. Don’t you know she got her own eggs?” the black man protested.
“So, I did not have to implant eggs in the female?” the prince replied. “If I just impregnated her, she would bear me offspring?”
“Yeah, man. Fuck the bitch at the right time and nine months later, out pops a baby!”
“At the right time? You mean they will not hatch babies whenever you impregnate them?”
“Hell, no! There’s only a few days a month that they can conceive. That’s why its so much fun. You can fuck them all the time without worrying about them gettin’ pregnant.”
Pointing to the brunette, he indicated that she should come forward. When she hesitated, one of the guards sprouted tentacles, shackling her arms and legs and brought her to his leader. Screaming and trying to shake loose, she struggled in vain. Reacting from a nod by his leader, the guard proceeded to rip her clothes off, shredding her blouse and tearing her skirt. Suspended in front of the lizard prince clad only in bra and panties, she pleaded with him to let her go. Unable to figure out how to remove her bra, he tore it off too, revealing a pair of small breasts with dark pink nipples. “ What are these for?” he asked the frightened teen.
“Th they g-give milk.” she stuttered. As the lizards tongue flicked across her left nipple, she added, “but only if I’m pregnant.”
“Milk? What is this milk?” the lizard asked.
“I-it’s l-liquid baby food.” she stammered as his tongue rasped across her turgid nipple.
“And if I want some of this milk?” he asked as two of his tentacles replaced his tongue, squeezing and rubbing the young girls breasts.
“I, I have to b-be pregnant before I can g-give milk.” she stammered. “Ohhh! God, that feels good!”
She moaned as another tentacle wormed its way inside her panties, rubbing against her moistening cuntlips.
Involuntarily, she ground her hips against the slimy green appendage . “ Y-you aren’t going to do to me what you did to that other girl, are you?”
“I think not. I have other plans for you.” answered the lizard prince. “ I think you might be too small to implant with eggs.” An evil grin spread across his face as his penis-nose grew from his face. He pulled off her panties, exposing her dark bush to his lustful gaze. Slowly he inserted a tentacle inside her, causing her to catch her breath. “You are enjoying this, no?” he asked as another tentacle pushed against her asshole.
“Ohhh! Yesss! B-but I’m afraid!” she said.
“Of what?” asked the prince.
“I-I’ve n-never had sex before! Ohhhh! God, that feels soooo good!” she moaned, grinding her hips against the two objects trying to enter her tight little body. The tentacle in her snatch pulled out and rubbed against her clit. “Mmmmmmm! Make me cum! Please! Please make me cum!”
“You seem much smaller than the other girl.” the prince said as his tentacle re-entered the teens, tight slit.
“I I’m a virgin. I‘ve never had anything larger than my fingers in there” she replied. “ you’ll have to bust my cherry.” The prince gave her a quizzical look. “You will need to put your ‘thing’ inside and break
Through the skin.”
“I see!” said the prince as he removed the tentacle from her clit, and lowered her toward his outstretched cock-nose.
Nestling the head of his snoot against the soft folds of her virgin snatch he rubbed up and down its length, smearing her ample juices all over his prick. Slowly he inserted his member inside, watching her reaction as he did so. About two inches in he met resistance and stopped. Catching her breath she blurted out, “Just push it in! Fuck me! Please?” Tightening his grip on the young girl he pulled her toward his face, feeling her maidenhead part as his cock sunk deeper inside. “Aaaaahhhh” she screamed as his prick tore her flesh and buried itself well inside. Using his tentacles, he tickled her clit and and nipples, distracting her from the discomfort of losing her cherry. Shortly, she began to squirm and moan, enjoying the new sensation of having the walls of her cunt massaged. He lifted and dropped her on his nose-cock, pushing deeper with each thrust. “Ohhh God! I’m gonna cum! Ahhh! Aaahhh! AAAHHHH!” she screamed as her first vaginal orgasm racked her petite body. “Ohhh my fucking God! That feels sooo good! Don’t stop! Please don’t stop!” she pleaded, grinding her cunt against his rod.
Enjoying the sensation of his cock rubbing against her tight cunt walls the prince gave in to his baser instincts, and began thrusting deeper and deeper, fucking into the young girl harder and harder until he felt the sensation of his sperm coursing through his organ. With a great roar his cock-nose buried deep in the girls pussy, he discharged a torrent of his seed. So much, in fact that it squeezed out of her cock filled cunt dripping onto the lizards face. Licking his lips and her freshly deflowered cooze, he pulled her off and put her on the floor.
The force of the fuck was too much for the tiny girl and she passed out, laying on the floor, her cunt leaking copious amounts of his life giving liquid, pooling around her as cheeks. “Take her to my quarters! I will play with her some more later.” he said as he turned his attention to the brown skinned girl.
“Take your clothes off while you tell me about earth females.” the prince asked.
Stepping out of her jeans and peeling off her tee shirt, the black girl told the prince that women in general, whether they liked guys or girls liked getting their pussies licked. She also said, “ Some of us like a good deep ass-fucking.” She turned , bent over and spread her ample ass cheeks, exposing her tight brown ring to the lizard.
Intrigued, he reached out a pair of tentacles and caressed her round bottom while wrapping the other around her waist and pulling her closer. Slowly he inserted the tentacle into her ass. “Yeah, baby! That’s it! Fuck my ass with that thing!” Turning her over he stretched out his tongue, sliding it between the puffy lips of her exposed cunt as his tentacle pushed farther in. “Oh Fuck, baby! Lick that pussy!” she said as she spread her legs wider. “Fuck that ass” With his tongue implanted a good six inches inside her ever moistening snatch, he started sliding it in and out, tongue fucking the helpless girl.
“Oh fuck! Ohh God! Oh shit! Feels soooo good! Gonna cum! Gonna cum! Ahhhh! Cummminnnngggggg!” she screamed as his tongue sawed in and out of her dripping cunt.
As her orgasm subsided, the lizard prince pulled his tentacle out of her ass. He looked at the shit slimed appendage, sniffed it, and became enraged. Sprouting more tentacles he grabbed her legs, pulled them wide apart and shoved the member between his legs brutally inside her just ravaged box. Taking the shit stained tentacle and pushing it between her lips he proceeded to deposit a half dozen eggs on her womb. Lifting her off his ovipositor , he shoved his nose cock up inside her well stretched cunt and with a bellow, filled her cunt to overflow with his seed. Pulling out, licking her leaking gash, he handed her over to a guard, saying, “Put her with the other female. We will see which births healthier hatchlings.”
Turning his attentions to the redhead, his demeanor totally changed, he asked, “What can you tell me about the women of your planet?”
“I can’t speak for anyone else, but I like to suck cock.” she said.
“Demonstrate” the lizard replied.
The redhead slid out of her clothes, climbed onto the lizards lap and planted a kiss on the protuberance above the lizards nose. “It would feel real nice if one of your tentacles could rub my clit while I suck you off.” Taking a tentacle, she rubbed the tip against her moistening puss lips, concentrating on her clit as she opened her mouth and swallowed the lizards penis. She felt it stiffen in her mouth as she pushed more and more of it in her face. “Nnnngg! Nnnnggg!” she moaned into the growing member, enjoying the feel of the tentacle as it wandered through her pussylips, tickling her clit. Grabbing the base of the cock with both hands, she frigged it as she bobbed up and down, only able to swallow two thirds of the princes cock. “Nnngggg! Nnnnggg! Nnnnggg!” she moaned, each time the cock invaded the back of her throat. Her enflamed clit caused her to squirm as the tentacle slid in and out of her freshening cunt. Pulling off for a moment to catch her breath the blurted out, “ Fuck! That feels so good!” Returning to the turgid prick, she swallowed it again, relishing the feel of the member as it bumped the back of her throat.
The lizard, whose eyes were inches away from the redheads bouncing tits, flicked his tongue against the jiggling pink nipples, sending the girl over the edge. “Ahhnnng! Aaahhnnnggg! AAAHHNNNNGG!” she screamed onto the gristle pole fucking her throat, as she came hard, pouring her honey all over the tentacle as it fucked deeper and deeper into her tight, wet cunt. Feeling the rush of his own cum as it coursed up his cock, he roared in orgasm as he flooded the throat of the petite teen.
Unable to swallow fast enough, the girl gagged on the volume of sticky, sweet sperm, as it drooled on torrents out of her mouth and onto the snout of the prince. Pulling off the still erupting cock she started sucking the sweet substance from his nose, while smearing the viscous liquid all over her tits and belly.
“Your cum tastes so sweet, I could drink it all day.” she exclaimed, between licking her fingers and slurping up the leftovers.
The lizard prince smiled as he picked up the petite girl and impaled her on his still stiff member, intent on impregnating the cute redhead. Opening her legs wide, to receive the huge prick, she continued to lick up the residue of his first cum. “Ohhh God! Its soo big! It feels sooo good!’ she cooed as his cock sunk deeper inside the girls cloying, hungry snatch. With his massive prick massaging her g-spot she came quickly, pouring her juices all over his face as she screamed in ecstasy, passing out from the intensity of her orgasm. Slurping up the liquid leaking from her spasming cunt he felt the buildup of his own orgasm, roaring in release as his sperm washed the girls womb, filling it full of his life giving essence. Pulling out, he watched as the combined juices of their fuck drooled out of her ravaged pussy, dripping down her legs.
Gently putting her down on the floor, he stood and ordered his Lieutenants to prepare to invade the earth. Not only would he save his race from extinction on this doomed planet, but he and his men would enjoy doing it.

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Reading Allowed, Pt.8

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

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