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Mummy Made Me Cum… With Her Feet

On my 21st birthday. i was awoken by my mum at 10am. she was sat at the end of my bed in a little silk nightdress barely covering herself singing me happy birthday, when i noticed her shinny toes and that she had a pedicure which was uncommon she normally took care of her own feet and painted her toes black to match her fingernails

Reluctant Assassin Pt. 5

“Lady Bess.”
“That is going to cause a war.”
“My father wants her dead, because he thinks she has taken his second son captive.”
“You have a brother?!” I exclaimed.
“Half brother. I believe you know him. Jay Rauch.”
“I thought Jay was dead! I heard you killed him. He is your blood?”
“He doesn’t know.” Ayanami said calmly.
“But you had him interrogated! Tortured. How could you do that to your own family?”
“He betrayed me. I know how he was helping you. I just taught him a lesson.”
“Lesson?! I was the one who asked him to help me, you should have taken me, not him! Wait. That was why you took over my fort, wasn’t it? To control your half brother!”
“Father hates me. And he loves Jay. Even though Jay thinks he’s an orphan for his safety, father still loves him. I take over him, I gain recognition from father.” We began walking down the stairwell to the main landing.
“So I’m supposed to assassinate Lady Bess so your father can have his ‘captive’ son back even though the kid doesn’t know he has a father? What do you think is going to happen when he finds out you’re his own sibling? The man he hates most.”
“You kill Bess, we go free. Simple. I don’t think you understand the gravity of the situation we are in. My father is currently one of the most powerful sempers alive.”
“No, sir.”
“Excuse me?”
“I’m not doing that.” Ayanami stopped dead.
“I think you’ll find…” He pushed me up against the wall. “…that you will.” He muttered darkly.
“Ayanami, if you relieve me of duty I will work with you to kill your father. We’ll both be free.”
Ayanami punched me savagely with his teeth gritted, but it wasn’t whole-hearted, “Don’t try to make compromises with me. I don’t make deals with slaves.”
That stung.
“I’m not even on the official slave list.” I said, offended.
“Oh, really? I just happen to have the paperwork here actually.”
“What!” I practically screeched. “Let me see that!” I snatched the parchment Ayanami had produced and read it carefully.
It read;
MASTER *Unknown* AYANAMI KAGE
OFFICIAL ROYAL DEED TO BATTLE SLAVE 1170KAGE4
Late General Vincent Frau Hacku
VALID FOR LIFE
VALIDATED BY THE KING & THE LORD CHANCELLOR OF DETRIBERGH 13th AUGUST 10234
“When did you get hold of this?” I demanded.
“About….. three months ago?”
“When we were at Durzo’s. You had the cheek to request that my closest friend make me an officially validated slave to you?”
“Yes, though request is putting it lightly.” He said with a smile. “You’re doing exactly as I say.”
“Shit.” I cursed. Royal decree made it absolutely compulsory that I obey my master as a slave, even a late general like myself. Failure to comply means execution by the hands of the chancellor, or in certain events, royalty- which was likely to be my case. Either way I knew them all well. Of course before even that your master could choose to do the dirty work himself. I now had a duty to obey, regardless of the nature of the task. Furthermore, your master could send you in to assassinate someone and let the unfortunate slave be prosecuted for murder if caught. I was too precious an asset to Ayanami- I didn’t think he would do that, but he wasn’t afraid to use and abuse me as he saw fit, I could take care of myself. “You are under strict orders to find and kill Bess. I think you know where she’ll be. I’ll come with you, just to make sure you carry out orders.”
“When are we leaving, sir?” I said, pushing down my hatred.
“Give it a couple of days.”
“Yes, sir. And in the mean time?”
“I need to talk to Kaien and Taker. I don’t know what my father expects of them. Come on.” I followed Ayanami silently downstairs and out into the courtyard at the front of the house. Our horses were out and we mounted up to ride around to the military barracks. When we arrived some of the soldiers were out drilling under the command of our majors. They both smartly saluted Ayanami, and became immersed in some uninteresting conversation about the soldiers and their ‘satisfactory’ skills. Ayanami informed them about my assignment and told them about how I had been enlightened to my current status which was cause for much grinning from Kaien.
“Major Zelt.” Ayanami said seriously, “I require that you stay with Taker here whilst I accompany Hacku on an important… mission. As you know, you greatly shamed me that night in the prison and I do not find it easy to trust you. I think you’ll be more likely to remember to follow orders from now on.”
Kaien’s face completely dropped. I found myself grinning. “Uh…. sir?” He said, his face a picture of confusion.
“You heard me soldier. Stay here and help with father until we return.”
We headed back into the house and Ayanami left me to get on with my own business. My jacket was in my room and dry, so I threw it on gratefully and then settled back on my bed in silence. The room was empty except for the girl who had been staring at my back earlier. She continued to stare at me. She was about twenty. “Is there a problem?” I said, looking levelly up at her.
She startled. “No, I… I.. you just have so many…”
“Scars?”
“Yes…” She replied, blushing.
“Uh-huh. I know. You’re not the first to notice.”
“But you’re so young… Surely even Ayanami couldn’t inflict that many scars in such a small space of time?”
“I’m a semper, honey. Seven centuries in service to the crown.” I pointed at myself and grinned uncouthly, showing my unnatural youth.
“Oh..” She blushed harder, looking suddenly very afraid. “You’re Vincent Frau Hacku.”
“You got it,” I sighed.
“I’ve always wanted to meet you.”
“Oh? Why?”
“You just always seemed like a nice person. I lived in The City for a while. Followed your actions. Supported you with my mother.”
“I see… Well that was a few years ago now. I’ve changed.”
“I know. I didn’t recognise you.”
I coughed uneasily, sinking back on the bed.
“What’s it like to be a semper?” She persisted with her red lips.
“Hell,” I said bitterly. The truth. Simple to say, but so hard to understand if you haven’t been there.
“Surely not, I mean–”
“You have no idea.” I snapped. She shut up, fearful. I sighed and rubbed my face tiredly, “I’m sorry. I am. I’m just going through a hard time right now. Tell me, what’s your name?”
“Bess,” she replied, coming back to herself.
My breath caught a moment. “Oh,” was all I managed to say.
“Is that bad?” Her innocent amber eyes were wide and searching my face.
“No, no. Just… dwelling on… things.” I looked up and forced a smile. She returned it.
“What do you do for Ayanami? It must be a hard life to adjust to. General, to slave.”
Prince to slave, I thought miserably. “Ayanami has ways of making you settle in more quickly. I’m his personal assassin. Bodyguarding, not that he needs it, murder, intimidation, capture, other errands. He wants it, I do it.”
“How many have you killed?”
“In my entire life?”
“Yeah, if you don’t mind my asking.”
“Several hundreds of thousands, probably.” Strange thought.
“Does it not give you nightmares..?”
“My entire life is a nightmare. I don’t sleep.”
“I’m sorry…”
“I’ve come to terms with it now.”
After spending the next two days on my bed, forcing myself to talk nicely with the servants, Ayanami appeared at the door. All the servants- Bess, Tristan, Tod and Libby were in and playing cards at the table while I watched tiredly. It was The Day of Rest. Over those two days I had got to know Bess, and became sincerely attached to her. She was beautiful. Her amber eyes always searched mine carefully and seemed to know the truth. Her brown hair was long and silky. Her lips red and tempting.
“Hacku. Get up. We’re leaving.” The whole room fell silent.
I sighed and swung my legs over the edge of the bed. I grabbed my weapons and stood, making my way to the door. I stopped at Bess’ side. She was sat on the floor, looking down, very aware that I was looking at her.
“Bess,” I said softly, and stooped to kiss her, just once, on the lips. I left without looking back.
I followed Ayanami back to Lord Kage’s living quarters, and followed him in after he knocked at the door and received a response from Kage’s serving woman. I went and stood by the door again. “Ah, Fritz. Vincent.” The hairs on the back of my neck prickled at his naming of names. I bowed stiffly but didn’t come forwards. “You appear to have added to your collection of scars,” Kage said simply, looking at me harshly.
“Why would you care?” I snarled.
“You’re officially his slave now, aren’t you? Act like it.”
I looked down as a slave should, “Yes, sir.”
“Are you going to do the job?”
“Yes, sir.” I growled.
“We’re setting out now.” Ayanami added.
“Good. I want to see your skills, Vincent. Get out into the yard. Right now.” Kage rose and shooed me out of the house with Ayanami on his tail. “Elene, I want my sword!” He shouted as he went. Once we were out he stopped and waited for Elene, who appeared quickly with his sword and put the sheathe and belt around his waist. “Now, use what you want against me. I see you have no shortage of weapons. Go.” He whipped out his sabre and went for me, but I was quick enough to draw my dagger and sword and do a simple block. I had to stop myself from laughing at him. Kage smiled. “Got ya.” He said quietly, and then he swung his leg around and kicked me in the back of the head. How? I sprawled forwards on the ground and forced myself to my feet again. Kage was waiting for me. I’d have to be more careful. He attacked me with a series of blinding attacks. I kept up. Just. And then went at him myself with all my strength. Duck a swipe attack. Draw throwing knife. Throw. Right on target. The knife tore through the air and plunged into his shoulder. He didn’t even seem to react. Instead, he yanked it from his flesh and threw it straight back at me. I leapt sideways, just missing it. “So how’s Keira?” Kage shouted over the clanging of our swords as we came together again. He was smiling.
“You’re a tosser.” I said plainly, trying, so hard, to keep my face straight.
“You’re a slave and you should fucking act like it!” He roared, bringing his blade down hard. His anger made him blind. I dodged his attack and he somehow managed to hack his sword down so hard it partially embedded in the ground. I took the opportunity so smash him across the side of the head with the flat of my blade with all my strength. He went careering sideways and landed with a thud. Before he could even shout, I was on him. I dropped my sword and flicked out a wrist blade. I crouched over him like a wild beast on its prey and held it in animated suspension above his throat. He looked up at me in shock, not moving. I grinned down at him. “Happy?” I said savagely.
“You better assassinate Bess or you’ll regret that. Get out of my sight right now.” He growled after he had regained his composure. I left gladly, but I wasn’t looking forward to my task. Ayanami followed silently on my tail.
The impending doom of killing Bess slowly rose up inside me as our journey rolled on. I spent my silence frantically trying to think of a way to save Bess’ life. To no avail. Ayanami wanted to watch me kill her, so he knew I’d done the job. Back in the days of being a general I would have been disgusted at such a prospect. Even the thought of killing out of battle let alone a woman would have made me sick. Now I was different. Ayanami had changed me. We travelled much more swiftly without the Majors and simply changed horses at towns. But, the night before we were to hunt down Bess, Ayanami called a stop at an old abandoned barn in the empty plains. He tied the horses to graze on the sparse grass and settled just inside the rotten door of the old building. He sighed and then said, “Tell me about what you did all that time ago. Was my father telling the truth?” His voice seemed to come from the shadows, and seemed just as cold as them, but there was a hint of something else there too.
“Yes. He knew much too much.” I replied, sitting opposite him, caring nothing for ranks.
“I want to know what happened.”
I sighed. Would letting it all out heal my shattered heart? To this man? Somehow it seemed that way. I let most of it go. Most. “I suppose you’ve heard about Hacku’s Keira. Well. I know you have. That was years ago. Before you were even born. What I assume you don’t know is that I am of royal blood. It’s almost my only secret. Not very well kept, now. When I was 18, I was forcibly made a semper by some devil’s magic. The thought that I would be immortal drove me insane. I turned to drink. Lots of it. An immortal prince? Sure, great. A drunk, angry and hateful immortal prince? Not so much. But then I met Keira. I was charmed. I stopped drinking, and eventually we got closer. My father… my dead father, the King of the Four Seas, didn’t agree with my courtship. One night I had an argument. Hell, it was bad. I drank again, got so drunk I couldn’t think straight at all, which is hard for people like us. I tried to make Keira a semper like I had been, so we could run away together. You heard that I didn’t even bury her? Is that what they told you?”
“It is.” He said. No sarcasm. Just confirmation.
“There was nothing left to bury after what I did to her. I couldn’t make her a semper, not as drunk as I was. I was found in her chamber the next morning, knelt on a carpet of blood, and still weeping. They tried to take me. I killed them all with my magic and massacred my father’s home kingdom city, my place of birth- the City of the Coral. Everyone was dead. Bodies everywhere. The blood…. it was all over me. I can’t clean it from me. Never. Then I turned myself in, it was too much. I killed thousands, Ayanami. Men, women, children. Can you say you’ve done that and still have the will to live? Because I certainly don’t. The authorities came in from surrounding cities and kingdoms, locked me in a cell for weeks in darkness and no contact with the outside world. Then, one day all the lawmen of the Four Seas- the ‘Dirtyworkers’ they were called where I’m from, came and beat me and beat me and beat me, for days to try and make me explain my motives for killing an entire city aside from because of my lover’s death. I was young then- I made a mistake in that I screamed. It just fuelled them on. Those beatings….” I trailed off, fixated in the memory of the agony. “Those beatings set me up for the future, but they made me defensive in little situations, and totally against the laws. My legendary temper was simply made worse. The twelfth day that they came to hurt me, they brought a knife, they were going to give me a Glasgow Smile, Ayanami. So I killed them. All 16 of them. I escaped and came to these lands. I was the lone wanderer for months, and became self-sufficient in a way. I travelled, and as I travelled, I heard about the exiled prince. Durzo- Chancellor Durzo had been my friend when I was a young prince, and I heard from the travellers that he had left my country. It was after about another 3 years of being alone, with a new identity that I ran into him. He was a commander in one of the Guards, and he just happened to be taking part in initiation inspection when I went to join. He helped me from then on- made me a general after about 150 years and he had moved up to Chancellor. Some news of my past leaked- but it’s cloudy for the majority of the normal people.” I stopped and stared deeply into Ayanami’s eyes. I could see pain there, but not to match mine. “Then you came along.” I growled. Ayanami broke eye-contact. “Just as I was beginning to get my life on track. I’d even stopped drinking.” We sat in silence in the darkness for a while, then Ayanami got up.
“Let’s go. I want to get this over with.”
—-
I sat upright in the wooden chair at Lady Bess’ desk, acutely aware of my throbbing back after spending too long in a cold hard cell. Bess was explaining to Commander Trent how she wanted the forces distributed throughout the fortress, and also on high alert for intruders. We all knew she meant Ayanami and Hacku, but no one mentioned it. Something had snapped inside her. She was almost pro-active, having to do something every minute. She didn’t believe in putting her men at risk for her own means, but she was obviously terrified of Ayanami who posed a massive threat at the moment. “Jay,” Lady Bess said, looking at me with dull, sunken eyes.
“Yes, milady?” I said as politely as I could.
“Do you know anything about where Master Ayanami and Sir Hacku may be at the present time? We need to find, and apprehend them as soon as possible, you understand.”
“Yes, Lady,” I paused, thinking. “I cannot think where Ayanami and Hacku would go, I have heard of Master Ayanami’s hatred for his for his semper father and vice versa, and I also cannot imagine what he would want with Hacku and his two men. Hacku would be unable to escape from Ayanami anyway. He was in a pretty bad state. But there’s always the possibility that Hacku has turned to work with Ayanami rather than just serve him. You got the slave conformation papers from the Chancellor, didn’t you?”
“I did. Sir Hacku would never work with Ayanami. There would have to be a good reason. I simply cannot comprehend why Durzo sold his best friend and ally to his worst enemy!” Bess spat.
Trent coughed uneasily. Since his father had come here to visit him after hearing he was no longer under any false imprisonment his mood was considerably better. His alcohol problem, not so much. “Lady Bess. I think we should try to avoid personal topics here. We need to get Vincent’s forces back into a routine, or we could have problems in the long run.”
“Mmm.” She mumbled, resting her chin on the heel of her hand. “Gentlemen, it is late and we have spoken for a long time. I am sure you are all weary. Please, feel free to leave. But, Jay, stay here if you would.”
I nodded my acknowledgement and tried to massage my aching back better. The other officers left swiftly, leaving me and Bess alone in the chill hollow of what was once General Hacku’s office. Bess sighed. “Do you know what I mean when I say that that I want relief? From this?”
I looked at her quizzically, trying to grasp where this was going.
“I want to be free. I’ve wanted to be free since Vincent disappeared. Since he was captured by Ayanami and then somehow managed to end up in my own dungeons as a changed man. Have you heard about the past of General Hacku?” She asked me softly.
“No, my lady.”
“Ah. It is a sad one indeed. I can certainly see why Vincent would want his life to be over. His has been painful, and I’m sure it isn’t going to get any better. What I’m trying to say is, I want relief, and I think it is here for me.”
“It will be painless, I assure you.” A familiar voice said flatly from the shadows. I saw a movement in the shadow of the curtains behind Lady Bess. Eyes glittered in the darkness, and then he emerged, tall and- strangely- terrifying. There was a cold calculating professional in Hacku’s eyes. An assassin. A slave. Completely devoid of emotion and feeling. I stood, my chair skittering backwards a little, clattering. But then the noise stopped short and a hand fell on my shoulder. “Shhh.” Another voice whispered into my ear. I could feel warm breath on my neck. The hand pushed me back into my seat, and I complied, frozen with terror. “Just wait.” Ayanami hissed gently and almost silently into my ear. It sent a shiver up my spine
“Good,” Bess said, not even turning around, but staring straight ahead. She almost seemed to relax. “I’ve missed you, Vincent.” She stood and turned around to face Hacku. He looked down on her emotionlessly, but I could see behind his charade. “If you would allow me…. just one kiss… I would die gladly.” Bess stepped in close and Hacku allowed Bess to turn her head up to him and take what she had wanted all her life. With passion, she cupped his face in her hand, and even Hacku’s eyes fluttered closed in released emotion. She stepped back again and said, “Ah, yes. I know you never loved me, but thankyou, Vincent. I am ready.” Now she turned back away from him and stood tall and still, staring off into oblivion. I shouted out for it to stop but Ayanami’s hand clamped over my mouth, cutting me off short. He forced me to my feet and pulled me backwards, to the corner of the meeting room. I watched in mounting horror as Hacku took up position behind Bess and drew his sword slowly, the metal hissing in the silence. With a practised motion he levelled his sword horizontally, pointing at the back of Bess’ head. Quickly, he muttered something in a different language I didn’t understand and I felt Ayanami tense behind me. Then, quickly, precisely, he drove the sword and pulled back just as quickly. Bess seemed to stand unharmed for a moment, frozen in time. But then her legs folded and she collapsed to the floor. Hacku still stood in silence, his sword still levelled, bearing Bess’ blood. He seemed to be looking at the sword. Suddenly, he turned his icy gaze on Ayanami. Once again in another language, he growled something at Ayanami. He let me go and shoved me forwards to stand before General Hacku. I tried to stand up still, and I quivered as my eyes kept flickering back to Bess’ body. I sob threatened to escape and I smothered my mouth with my hand to mask it. All coldness had left Hacku’s eyes and he looked at me compassionately. Bess had been like a mother to me over the last few weeks. I didn’t know what to do. No doubt Hacku had to kill me now. He looked past me and to Ayanami. “What now? What do you want me to do?” He articulated slowly, then looked back at me. His eyes were emotionless again. That’s it. He’s going to kill me, I thought. “Jay. I need to tell you something.” He looked back up to Ayanami again. “Ayanami is your… bastard brother. I didn’t want to have to tell you like this, but I’m bound to Ayanami by law. I cannot resist him, do you understand? Please,” he gestured to Bess and he clenched his eyes shut. “I didn’t want to. Oh, God.” He buried his face in his hands and walked out of the open door to the silent hallway. He didn’t go far- we could still hear him sobbing outside. It took a while for Hacku’s words to finally hit me. Ayanami was my brother.
“You,” I said, turning on Ayanami. “You… bastard. You had me tortured. You’ve had Hacku tortured. And to what ends?! Can’t you see that Vincent is being driven crazy by what you’re forcing him to do? He’s completely losing it! You’re mad, and I refuse to accept you as my brother, you vile man.”
Ayanami looked away a moment and murmured something under his breath before raising his voice, “It is perfectly fine that you would refuse me, but if you would see father–”
“Lord Kage!” I spat, “Lord Kage is my father. Unbelievable. I do not want to meet your father. Never.”
“Please?” Ayanami said, almost inaudibly, his eyes pleading.
“If Kage is enough to send a man as sick as you cowering I certainly do not want to see him.”
—-
I could hear Jay confronting Ayanami. I didn’t care. I had just murdered Bess.
—-
After I had insisted that I would absolutely not see my father, Ayanami began to lose his temper. He took a step forwards, trembling. Before Ayanami could do anything, though, Hacku came striding back inside. Right behind him came Commander Trent with his sword pointedly jabbing him in the upper back. “Stop.” The commander said. “What are you doing….” He saw Ayanami emerge from his shadowy retreat in the corner. “You!!” He saw Bess. “Holy shit. Who did this?! It was you, wasn’t it? You fucking tosser!” He accused, looking at Ayanami, who grinned at Hacku in response.
“Kipp. Kipp!” Hacku tried to get Trent’s attention, turning slowly with his hands in the air. Commander Trent went silent and looked to him. “It was…” Hacku gathered himself up. “It was me. I know, I deserve a life sentence in imprisonment for unlawfully murdering a military leader. But Kipp? For God’s sake, kill me. Give me mercy.” He pleaded. I was gobsmacked- this was the real man behind all the fancy sword wielding and the strong general I had known since I had come here. This is what immortality had done to him.
“You killed Lady Bess…?” Trent was quiet with shock. “After everything? She trusted you, loved you, and you’ve tried- and succeeded- to take her life twice! You shitty human being. Remember when I said that the conditions you were under bound you to slavery more than me, and it was not your fault? I was wrong. You’re a pitiful murderer. You deserve to rot in hell! You are no friend of mine.”
“Then kill me.” Hacku broke in icily. “Kill this pathetic creature that stands before you. I want to die. Just spare me the torture. The imprisonment. The agony. Surely even I have had too much of that for eight lifetimes? I’m too old to deal with it anymore.”
“I’m afraid I can’t do that.” The commander said morosely.
—-
He put his fingers to his lips and whistled two ear-splitting notes. Suddenly, about twenty guards came rushing in. They took me by surprise, and I drew my sword as a natural response. Before I knew it, Trent had his sword pointing at my throat and I was surrounded by guards. Ayanami was in the same situation. “Put it away.” He said. The guards had been trained to ignore distressing things, I should know- I trained them, but some still gagged at the sight of Bess’s body sprawled on the floor. “You’re forgetting your training, boys.” I said, being my old self. Some shifted uncomfortably.
“What the bloody hell is going on here?” I heard bellowed from outside the door. A huge man strode in and then stopped dead at the sight of Trent. “Commander, sir!”
Any response Trent was about to make was cut off as I groaned openly, “Oh bloody hell. Not you again. I thought I’d got away from bastards like you.”
“Oh it’s the royal shitbag.” Hitch said, grinning.
My stomach dropped, how did he know about that? “Ok. I don’t know where you got that from, but I shouldn’t bring that up.”
“Why?” He smiled, knowing he had power here.
“Because that was a long time ago, a time that should be forgotten.”
“I’ll think about it.”
Sometimes I can’t help speaking my native language, even if it is a dead language to most people now. The amount of times I had cursed in Tyreannean and increased greatly since all my problems had started, but I’d already done it about three times today. I muttered a stream of curses to myself, much to Ayanami’s amusement who seems to understand it extremely well indeed. Trent jostled me with his sword. There was confusion in his eyes but he didn’t ask about our conversation, “You know the Sergeant?”
“Oh yes, we became very well acquainted in the Reignold Dungeons.” I said, too jovially for the topic. “Or more like, I became very well acquainted with his fists.”
“Want to be reunited, Vincent?” He butted in.
“Not particularly. I think your Commander has other things on his mind, you know. Maybe that corpse down there?” Hitch turned around slowly and looked down at Bess’ motionless body.
“Is that….? Shit. Oh shit. And this was you. You killed Lady Bess. Fuck! Oh, no oh no oh no.” He was cringing and grasping his hair with white knuckles. He turned to me, “You murdered her.”
The initial shock had kind of worn off that I’d killed her, but I still couldn’t bear to look at her.
“That’s it.” Hitch was trembling violently, and the look in his eye was that of death. “Commander Trent, permission to personally…. take revenge. For all our sakes.”
“Permission granted.” Trent replied almost immediately.

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“No, but thank you,” Kate replied. She added honestly, motioning to the paperwork on her desk, “I’m really going to get rammed once I can get started on this stuff. Have a good weekend.”
“You too, goodnight.”
Finally, at 5:45, the last employee left the building. Kate was alone in her office as the janitor, a very diligent employee, sauntered towards the door. “You needed some work done?”
“You know exactly what I need,” she replied standing up from her chair and walking towards the black man.
Buck walked in, shutting the door behind him. “Good, cuz I’ve got blue balls from staring at that tight ass all day. Get on yo knees bitch and worship this black cock.”
The boss turned into a slave girl, kneeling on the floor and crawling to Buck. She unzipped his dark blue workpants and fished for the hole in his boxers. Kate found it on the first try, making contact with his flaccid six inch member. She pulled and it flopped out. As Kate licked and sucked, she felt it swelling into a monster almost twice its original size in her mouth. While sucking on Buck’s balls, she marveled at his cock’s length and girth as it lay across her face, the bulbous head protruding past her forehead.
Looking up at him with eyes of desire, she begged, “I need it now.”
“What do you need? Say it like the slut you are.”
“I need this big cock inside me.”
“Better.”
“I need this huge black rod in my white pussy.” Juice running down her legs, Kate was rubbing her clit through her thong in anticipation.
“Better.”
Like a bitch in heat, she yelled, “I need your monstrous black cock to stuff my slutty white cunt! I need you to destroy my little white fuckhole with your black rod! I’m a fucking white whore so start treating me like one!”
“That’s right bitch.” Buck cleared the papers off Kate’s desk. He pulled down his pants and sat on the desk. “Show me how a white slut works a black cock.”
Kate immediately climbed on top of the muscular dark skinned man. Straddling him, she pulled the tight skirt up above her waist, exposing her lacy thong and freshly shaven pussy. The mom of three shook with excitement as she pulled the thong aside and maneuvered the monster cock towards her pleasure hole. Staring downwards, she said, “I love the look of my creamy white thighs resting on your dark body. I love the purple head of your cock on the precipice, just before it plunges in.”
He ripped off her shirt and bra. “And I love watching my strong black hands rubbing your big white tits and tiny pink nipples.” Kate moaned in pleasure as he squeezed. The moaning became louder as she dropped her hips lower, accepting his head inside her still sore cunt. She began to ride the monster up and down, inching lower with each thrust. Kate screamed with pleasure and pain as she came closer to the hilt. She finally felt the impact of her pussy lips on his pubic hair and a painful sensation in her cervix.
“I need to have an orgasm, master.”
“Feel free, slut. You’re doing great.”
With his permission, Kate furiously massaged her clit while riding all ten inches of Buck’s cock. The rod glistened with her juices as Kate’s office was filled with increasingly loud screaming, complimented by the rhythmic slapping of a white ass against black thighs. She reached climax and gushed all over her lover, fluids dripping onto her desk.
Kate was ready to milk Buck’s member dry when she heard a faint noise behind her. It was a click and then a man’s voice. “Are you ok?”
“Oh fuck” was Kate’s only thought. It was Jake, the 25 year old assistant manager she had just recently promoted. He looked on the scene in absolute confusion, stammering for words.
“What the fuck is going on here? What about your family?” Jake and his wife had gone on several double-dates with Kate and her husband. The two couples were becoming close.
Buck’s cock had gone soft inside Kate. She toppled off him as he pulled up his pants and pushed past Jake out the door. “I’m…so…sorry” was all Kate could think to say.
“How long has this been going on?”
“It just started yesterday. Listen, please don’t tell anyone about this. I can’t lose my job and my family. I’ll do anything, please.”
It was as though Jake hadn’t heard a word she said. “Why did you decide to cheat on your husband with the new janitor?”
“I don’t know. I was bored, it was just a stupid spur of the moment thing.”
“Was it because he is black?”
“What? No, not at all. Well…I don’t know.”
“Answer the question or I call corporate right now.”
Kate finally noticed she was standing naked in front of Jake and started dressing.“Fine. Yeah, I guess it was. I liked the idea of being owned by a black man.”
“You liked? So just because you got caught you don’t like it anymore?”
She was getting annoyed. “Yeah. Well…no. I don’t know, what is the point of this? Are you going to tell anybody or not?”
“That depends. I have a huge, terrible secret over you. I could think with my brain and milk this for all it’s worth, or think with my dick. Should I go for promotions, bonuses, and vacation days, or the hope of satisfying my biggest sexual fantasy?”
Kate was surprised, but saw an easy out. “What is your fantasy?”
“I want to watch my wife fuck a black man. I have been talking about this for a while and she is on the edge. I think you and your friend there can push her over the edge.”
“You want me to convince Becky to have sex with Buck?”
“Yes and no. You also have to be there…involved.”
“And you won’t tell anybody and will drop this for good?”
“Swear on my life.”
“You’ve got yourself a deal.”
Kate and Jake spent the next two months working out the details of the plan. She suddenly got much closer to Becky, turning from acquaintances to friends over a few weeks. The friendship reminded both of them of their college days, when they would spend party weekends with the girls flirting with frat guys. Buck was a more than willing participant, thinking he had been fired for his conduct.
Becky was a striking beauty. Fresh out of college, the 22 year old was tall, 5 feet 8 inches, and petite, 125 pounds. Her cute 32/B breasts perfectly complimented her figure. She was tan with beautiful long blonde hair and blue eyes. In terms of age it was a unique friendship, but their matching personalities meant Kate and Becky got along perfectly.
The plan came together on a Saturday. Kate planned a girls’ night out with Becky, stopping by a few bars to get loose before they would “accidently” run into Buck. Everything went well and at ten o’clock the pair stopped into the Roundeye bar. Kate was excited when Buck, playing the role of handsome stranger, walked up next to the girls. He sat next to Becky and introduced himself.
Kate, carrying out the plan, immediately began flirting openly with Buck. Freed from the bonds of social convention by the alcohol and encouraged by her adventurous friend, Becky joined in. The talk shifted from lighthearted flirting to sexual matters, encouraged by Kate and Buck. “Is it true what they say about black guys?” Becky questioned
“I don’t know. What do they say?”
She shot him a devilish grin. “You know, about….down there,” Becky giggled.
“What about it?”
“Yeah, what about it,” added Kate with a sly smile.
“Well…” Becky’s face had turned red from embarrassment. “I heard that it is pretty big.”
“Ohhhhh. No, that is just a myth,” responded Buck. “It isn’t pretty big, it is huge.”
Both girls squealed with delight. Kate asked, “can we see it?”
Becky was shocked. She leaned in close to Kate and whispered, “What are you doing? We’re married!”
“What’s wrong with a little fun? I deserve it, don’t you?”
“I guess….” The smile returned to her face. “So can we see it?”
“Of course you can, girls. I just happen to have a hotel room two blocks away. We can walk if you want to.”
“I don’t know if we should do this.” Becky was apprehensive. “Is this right?”
“Of course it is. Would your husband really mind?”
“No. Actually, he has wanted me to do this for a while. You’re right, let’s just see what happens.”
The threesome paid their tab and walked to the hotel. They flirted in the elevator and on the way to the room, number 416.
“We’re here,” said Buck as he unlocked the door and led the beautiful women inside.
The black man had already experienced Kate, so he didn’t need to guess what lay under her clothes. Becky, on the other hand, was still a mystery, though her tight bar-hopping outfit of leggings and a camisole left little to the imagination. Kate could tell he looked forward to exploring her tight young body.
The three sat on the king-sized bed. “What did you ladies want, again?”
Kate answered, “We want to know if what they say about black guys is true. Can I get a peek?”
“Maybe, but what do I get out of it?”
“What do you want?”
“I know what they say about black guys. Did you know they say something like that about white girls? I heard that all white girls have tight little holes that crave black cock. Is that true?”
“I don’t know,” said Becky. “Maybe let us take a look at what you’re working with first, and then we’ll see.”
“Fine.” Buck pulled down his pants and boxers, revealing his rock hard ten inches. Kate smiled when she saw the look on Becky’s face.
“I can’t believe it is that big. How does it even fit?”
“Do you want to find out?”
Becky’s simple answer surprised Kate. “Yes. I need it.” She lunged forward and buried her face in his groin, lapping hungrily at his member. “You are such a man.” She had turned into a black cock slut.
Kate stood up and undressed as Buck removed his shirt. He had to restrain Becky, which only made her want his cock more. “Calm down girl, you’ll get what you need.” He removed her shirt, bra, and then leggings. She squirmed on the bed in her panties as Buck held down her arms. “What do you want?”
“I want your black cock to defile my tiny white holes.”
“You can have it, but you to put on a show for me first. Makeout with your friend.”
Becky did as she was told. Slipping out of her panties, Kate climbed on top of her. Their nude bodies pressed together, breasts smashed and hips grinding as they kissed. “Are you a whore for black cock?”
“Yes,” Becky answered.
“Prove it.” She watched as Kate got up and rummaged through her purse. The mom retrieved a black permanent marker. Kate removed the cap and wrote across Becky’s chest, “Blacks Only.”
“Wait!” Becky was scared. “How can I explain this to Jake?”
Kate replied, “He already knows. He arranged this whole thing and is waiting in the lobby. Should I call him up?”
Becky replied with indifference. “No, I’ve got everything I need right here.”
The girls giggled as they took turns writing on each other’s bodies. “Negroes enter in rear,” “This hole for black use only,” “White Slut,” “Black hoe,” and Becky’s personal favorite, “Black Babymaker.”
“You know, Buck and I have been at this for months now. I missed my period and got a positive pregnancy test two weeks ago. I’m carrying a little brown baby inside of me.”
“Wow, that is incredible.” Becky asked, “Are you sure it isn’t your husband’s?”
“Positive. Buck is the only man who has filled me with his seed. With how many times he has shot his load into my pussy, I would be surprised if I wasn’t knocked up. Now it’s your turn.”
“Not yet,” Buck chimed in. “I want to see you white trash hoes do something nasty.”
Kate had something good in mind. In a sitting position, facing Becky who was lying on the bed, she interlaced their legs and began tribbing: rubbing their pussies together. Both girls were moaning and gyrating when Kate lifted her leg, stuffing her foot into her lesbian lover’s mouth. Becky did likewise and the girls sucked each other’s toes and licked the soles of their sweaty feet.
After a few minutes, Buck couldn’t take it anymore. The sight of Becky’s thin body swaying in motion with Kate’s, her small breasts bouncing on her chest, her moans of pleasure muffled by Kate’s sexy foot in her mouth, the words “Black Babymaker” written across her stomach. It all drove Buck wild. Speaking to Becky, he said, “It’s time, white slut.”
Kate asked, “Are you ready to be initiated into the sisterhood?”
“What?”
“The sisterhood of white girls who live for black cock. Your hole has two jobs now: to accept big black cocks and pump out brown babies. Are you ready?”
“Yes.”
Kate positioned herself behind Becky, holding her with her arms wrapped around the girl’s waist. “This will hurt, probably worse than your first time, but it is the only way for you to become a sister.”
Becky spread her legs to accommodate Buck’s muscular dark body. He lay on top of her, ready to initiate missionary-style sex. “You can scream if you want to.”
The head of his huge rod traced the outline of Becky’s shaved pussy lips. It found the hole and Buck thrust his hips, hammering into the tight young slut. “Ohhhhhhhh fuck that hurts!”
Kate laughed. “I know sweetie, I’ve been through it too.”
Buck worked slowly, pushing his cock deeper and deeper inside Becky with each thrust. She writhed with pleasure and pain, pinned between Buck’s muscles and Kate’s large breasts. For several minutes all she could do was hold on to Buck until the pain began to subside. Her breathing became less shallow as her cunt stretched to accommodate its new extra-large master.
“Does my little white fucktoy enjoy being banged by a big nigger cock?”
“Yes master.”
“Do you like having your tiny white pussy ruined?”
“Yes master.”
“Good. Now get on your hands and knees. Kate, get your slut face under her pussy.”
The slaves complied. Buck entered Becky from behind, Kate’s face only a few inches away. She lifted her head and stuck out her tongue, lapping up Becky’s juices on Buck’s huge cock. Becky screamed into the pillow as Buck turned her white cunt inside out. “Are you ready babe?”
“Yes master. Fill me with your seed.”
“What do you want?”
“I want you to shoot your black jizz straight into my cervix. Get me pregnant.”
With that, Buck groaned as he unleashed a torrent of cum inside Becky. It was more than she had ever felt before. She cried with happiness as Buck pulled out, her pussy slick with a combination of her juice and his semen. Kate lapped up sweet juice that dripped from Buck’s cock.
The trio found Jake sitting in the lobby. He was furious that Kate never called him to the room, but his anger subsided when he saw the look of fulfillment on his wife’s face. Speaking to her husband, Becky said, “Everything is different now. I’m a slut for big black cock.”
Six months later, both Becky and Kate were sporting matching pregnant bellies. Buck’s seed had planted inside the girls, forever cementing their status as white sluts for black cock.

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My new-found toy

I had lusted after her sister for SO long – but never even gave her a second glance – before today …

Alien Encounters

Lucy is in for the surprise of her life; feeling unwanted and unloved, her sexual and emotional fantasy suddenly comes true.

A debt repaid

I had dug myself into a hole, I knew if I picked the right games to bet on I could dig myself out. I am sure this is what every degenerate gambler thinks, but that doesn’t stop us.

Ann’s Boat Ride – Chp 3

Slowly the pain started going away. Slowly the nightmares started going away. Over time I was able to start putting the horrible past behind me. I was back in school, now a high school senior. That was the best thing, it got me back in my routines.
Then about two months ago, I was at home for my spring break. Mom was at work and I was just hanging out, cleaning my room, talking on the phone with friends, chatting online with other friends. I got to looking through some old pictures and like it always does it brought back memories of happy times when dad was still alive. I went upstairs into the attic thinking maybe there was some more older pictures up there.
When I climbed up into the attic and flipped on the lights I was suddenly startled and the horrific images of that horrible vacation raced through my mind. In the center of the attic was a large table, with a large stainless pole sticking up in the middle of it, almost identical to the one Mrs. Sung Li had repeatedly tortured my mother with. What was it doing here though? I was almost to scared to walk closer to it. It brought back horrible flashes and I started to shake even. I had to reach out and touch it just to make sure it was real and I wasn’t halucinating. It was real, and when I flipped the switch mounted on the end of the table the huge stainless rod immediately started pumping up and down and vibrating. Frightened I quickly turned it off and ran back downstairs almost in tears.
I ran in my room and sat on the end of my bed just staring at the wall shaking. Eventually I laid down but I stayed there the rest of the day until mom got home from work. When she got in she came by my room and saw me laying there, “Are you ok sweetie?”
I just nodded my head yes.
While mom started cooking dinner, I laid there thinking, trying to decide wether or not to ask my mother why that thing was up in the attic. I decided not to though, I think I was too scared of the answer I might get.
That night I couldn’t sleep. I’d been laying in bed for about an hour when I saw the hallway light turn on from underneath my bedroom door. Then I heard mom walking by. I tip-toed over to my bedroom door and listened closer. I could hear her going up in the attic and my heart immediately started to beat twice as fast.
When I heard the attic door shut, I quietly cracked mine open and tip-toed down the hallway to the stairs leading up into the attic. Quietly I crept up the stairs until I was at the door. I put my ear to the door and listened in. Quiet at first, but moments later I heard that awlful sound of the table being turned on. Soon I could hear my mother start to moan and get louder and louder. I didn’t know what to think or what to do, I just kept listening. I could hear the wood floor screeching and the image of my mother up on top of the table with the huge stainless rob pumping inside her raced through my mind.
It went on for close to thirty minutes until finally I heard my mother cry out and then a thud. Moments later I heard the machine cut off and I immediately turned and hurried away, back to my room.
As I laid in my bed, my heart pounding, I watched the shadow of mom sneaking back to her bedroom. I didn’t know what to think but I didn’t sleep much that night, just stared at the ceiling all night.
The next morning I was still asleep when mom left for work. I like to sleep late and since it was forever before I finally fell asleep that night I slept until almost noon. I got up and sat at the couch watching TV eating a bowl of cereal in my nighties.
Then mom called. She was at work, “Sweetie can you check in my bathroom, I think I might have left my curling iron on.”
“Yeah sure.”
“Thanks sweetie, I gotta get back to work,” she said before saying bye.
I finished my bowl of cereal and then went to check her curling iron, sure enough she’d left it on.
After turning it off, a bit of curiousity hit me. I got real nosey and then started looking through mom’s dresser drawers. I wasn’t looking for anything in particular but I was curious and wanted to snoop. I’d just about given up when in the back of her bottom drawer, I found a large bottle of lubricant. I knew right away what it was for. Then curiousity really sank in. I opened the top and smelt it, it smelt good. Then for a moment I just stood in a daze holding it. Thinking. Curiousity got the best of me that day and I took the bottle of lubricant and nervously headed upstairs.
Once in the attic, I flipped the light switch and sure enough the table was still there. I walked around it just looking at it. I looked out the small window as if checking, and then went and closed the attic door. I was almost scared to approach it.
Then I poured some of the lubricant on it and just watched it run down. It was so big. I just stood there in a daze, nervous and scared.
I stood there for probably ten minutes, too timid to move.
Finally though, I gave in and started climbing up on the table. I poured some more lubricant on it and ran my hands up and down it. I was huge. How could a girls body take such a enormous thingy?
I looked around again and leaned back and looked out the window again and then raised up and straddled it. I looked down between my legs and curiously watched as I slowly eased myself down on it. My toes instantly curled up. I’d never done it before, not with a boy and definitely not with something like this. I knew it would hurt a little at first and it did. I knew it would bleed a little at first and I did. It was cold at first, but after my body heat warmed it up I remember thinking to myself, that feels pretty good!
I did just like I’d watched mom do when they were torturing her, I went up and down. It quickly started feeling better and better and I started getting a little faster. I liked it………
……..to be continued
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Karen’s Story- Final

After a couple of days I went home to prepare my next shoot. That meant reading the script, emailing and calling with the producers and the director, and setting things up with my assistants. While I was working, Dawn and I would call each other every other day or so. She was doing well in the Big Apple. The wedding she went to was real nice and she had some work in the next couple of months. But she missed me a lot. So did I.
After a week or so, Karen stayed at my place for a weekend. We had some great one-on-one sex, just like in the old days. On Sunday we just hung out at the Rijksmuseum, and at the Vondelpark, just chilling in the afternoon sun. Stuff we did when we just started dating. I had to go to LA the next week, to meet with the producers – I was working on an American-European co-production by a – back then – small time director. I made a pits stop in New York and visited Dawn. Of the 48 hours I was with her, I think we were fucking at least 20, spending the rest going out to restaurants and clubs.
When I got back in Amsterdam, the producers called me saying that shooting was postponed for another two months. There was some trouble with funding (which is always the case with these co-productions) and the director had a hard time finding his leading lady, so a lot more casting would have to be done. That basically meant that I had at least a month off. Which suited me fine to be honest. I was ready to rock and roll with Karen again.
From the airport I drove straight to Karen’s home. She welcomed me at the door. “We got the house to ourselves,” she smiled. “Dad is in Paris to settle the divorce, Pete isn’t home yet and Jeanine is still working.” I could see her hard nipples through her tight white top. She wore blue jeans that accentuated her curves perfectly. She led me up the stairs to her room. I closed the door and hugged her. “Come, babe. I need you inside me,” she pleaded. She took her top off. Her breast stood proud in front of her. They looked fucking hot. I caressed her breasts, kneading them softly. Karen sighed. I licked her left tit, then moved to the right, took her hard little nipple in my mouth and sucked hard. I tried to swallow her whole tit into my mouth, and almost succeeded in doing it. I left a red mark on her tits.
I pushed her onto her bed and undressed myself.
Karen pressed her foot against my cock, making small circles, caressing my cock and balls. “Hmm, babe, that feels so nice…” I moaned. I almost came that instant, so I took her foot in my hand, removed it from my cock and sat down on my knees. Her big toe slipped inside my mouth and I sucked on it. “Hmmm, yeah. Wow, that feels nice. I understand why Jeanine digs this so much!” she hissed.
Karen unbuttoned her trousers. I helped her out of them, because they were so fucking tight. (I remembered the time when Pete and I both tried to get her out of her tight trousers because Karen was desperate for a piss.) Only wearing her underwear, she looked like a beautiful Amazon, ready to be fucked silly. A big dark patch in her panties told me she was wet and ready. Karen hooked her hands at the side of her panties and pulled them down. She surprised me: her whole pussy was hairless, naked like the day she was born. “You like?”
My cock responded by growing some more. Karen lay back on her back, her legs in the air, opening up to me. She held her pussy lips, and opened up her cunt. I could see her inner lips, they were soaking wet. My cock pointed at her hot entrance. “So what the fuck are you waiting for, stud? Screw the hell out of me,” she demanded.
With one push I thrust my whole cock inside her snatch. She screamed and I felt her pussy walls contract around my cock: she came. She felt so tight, I couldn’t hold it any longer and spurted my cum inside her wet snatch.
“Wow, that was fast!” she said surprised. I was surprised too. I felt my orgasm rip through my body, disappearing into her hole. But that wasn’t the end of things. I was so horny, I immediately started thrusting inside her cunt. She locked her legs around me and pushed me further inside her. “Hmmm, go on babe, fuck my brains out…yeah!”
I sucked her left breast while my cock pumped in and out of her pussy.
“Oooh, yeah… fuck me, fuck me!!!” she screamed. I tuned up the pace and started thrusting into her harder and harder. Her feet were bounding up and down my ass. She was panting, screaming – her nails locking into the skin of my back. My cock shot in and out of her hole, which was getting wetter and wetter. Sweat was poring from my forehead, dripping onto her face and breasts. I shoved my prick out of her, pressing my head against her clit. She came loudly, waking up the whole neighbourhood. “Oooh yeah. I am cumming again….fuck me, tear my cunt apart with your fuck-meat! Come on! AAAAaAAAAAAAAHHHHHGHHH!”
I kept on pumping in and out of her cunt, not relenting for a second. I wanted to fuck her brains out, and keep on fucking her until my balls would release their second load. I could hear her juices sloshing inside, mixing with my spunk. Every time I took my fuck-tool out, it was covered with her juices and mine, giving my skin a milky white colour.
After fucking her furiously for a couple of minutes, I took out my cock. She had a disappointed look on her face, until she discovered I was pressing the head of my dick against her asshole. I pressed hard, and in one trust my whole dick slit into her rectum, my balls hitting the bottom of her ass. She screamed because of the pain and pleasure that ripped through her. I resumed my thrusts in and out of her ass. It felt wonderfully tight. I stretched the walls of her ass to the max. Tears rolled down her cheeks, but I didn’t care. “I am gonna fuck you like there is no tomorrow,” I said harshly into her face. “I am gonna fuck you till your ass feels sore as hell!”
But I couldn’t keep my promise, because her ass was so tight, I felt my orgasm shoot from my feet to my head. Cum spurted out of my cock into her bowels, filling her ass with white juice. When I came, I pressed her clit hard and she came with me. I lay on top of her – exhausted. Then we heard applause. Peter was standing at the door, he was holding a video camera, taping our every move.
“Wow. That was some show. You guys should sell tickets!” he said approvingly. He didn’t have to tell us that he liked it, the big bulge inside his boxer short said enough.
“Hi Pete,” I panted, my cock still buried inside Karen’s ass. Pete walked closer, taking her ass in close up. I pulled out, my dick was covered with cum and remains. Cum and a little bit of blood was streaming out of Karen’s ass. It stayed open for a view more seconds, then it closed slowly. Peter’s lens captured everything.
“Fucking hell, you really fucked me hard, babe” Karen said. She had a satisfied look on her face.
“Well, we aim to please and we please to aim,” I said. “Let me wash my prick for a second,” I said leaving for the bathroom. While I soaped my dick, Peter walked on. “That was fucking hot, man. Jesus!”
“Glad you liked it. How are you doing?” I asked.
“Good. Pretty good.”
“How’s Jack doing?”
“The kid is great, man. We really gotten to know each other, if you know what I mean.”
I nodded. They probably fucked as much as possible.
“You’re welcome to join us, whenever you feel like it. I wouldn’t mind having another taste of your cock to be honest.” While he said that he took my tool into his hands and jerked it a couple of times. I felt my cock grow inside his hand.
“Thanks, Pete. I’ll keep it in mind. Not now though, I think I need some time to recover,” I replied. Karen walked into the bathroom. “So do I. Jesus, Robert, I can hardly walk after you fucked my ass,” she smiled. She sat down on the toilet and let go a big fart. “Aaaah, I needed that.” We all laughed.
I turned towards Pete. He let go of my dick. “Rob, I wanna show you something we shot the other day. Interested?”
“Sure.”
We left Karen by herself so she could shit in private. We went to Peter’s room and he turned on the VCR. “Sit down, relax. We taped this three days ago.”
I saw two asses and pussies side by side. They were Karen’s and Jeanine’s. The girls were sitting next to each other on all fours on the bed. The camera moved in on the pussies, looking down from above. Two cocks came into frame, penetrating each cunt and starting to fuck the girls. It was a great sight: the pricks going in and out of the pussies, the asses moving with each thrust. The soundtrack was filled with moans and aaahs. I recognized the cocks. Karen was being fucked by her dad’s big cock, while Peter was having fun with Jeanine’s pussy. After a minute or so, they switched pussies, resuming the position.
Pete sat next to me on the couch. My cock got hard watching this and since I had no clothes on, Pete could tell. He was in the same condition I was. He ripped down his boxer’s and started to stroke his hard meat. For me it was hard to leave my cock alone because of what I saw in the video. Karen was fucked hard by her father again, his thick member stretching her pussy wide, thrusting in and out of her. Then I heard him yell. He pulled out his dick and sprayed an enormous amount of spunk onto her little asshole, drowning her ass cheeks with his cum. Peter did the same to his sister’s ass.
Karen walked in Pete’s room. “Look at the guys beating off. Hey, you want some female company?” she didn’t have to ask. Pete and I nodded.
“I want to suck your ass, Karen!” Pete said.
Karen lay down on the bed, her ass in the air. “I just took a shit, brother dear,” she said.
“I don’t care.”
While Peter stroke his cock, he shoved his face between her ass globes and started to lick Karen’s asshole. First he rimmed the outskirts of her hole, making her brown ring wet with saliva, then he pushed in the tip of his tongue. Karen was moaning. I decided to leave the video for what it was and sat down behind Peter. I took his tool in my hand and started to stroke it with slow strokes. I pressed my cock between his ass cheeks, which I knew he liked. Karen moaned some more, when Peter fucked her asshole with his tongue.
“Oh my, I just love your tongue in my ass brother!’ Karen sighed.
“Maybe you like this too,” he replied by pushing his cock into her ass.
“Ow, don’t fuck me there. Robert just fucked me raw already!” Karen yelled. But it was too late. Pete pushed his cock into her bum. When he was halfway he pulled out of her again, only to push back in a second later. Karen screamed with agony. But instead of asking him to stop she said “Yes, fuck my ass, Pete. Fuck it!” Pete started to speed up his thrusts, shoving in and out of his sister’s ass.
Two can play that game, I thought. I took the tube of K-Y jelly from the nightstand, covered my cock and pressed its head against Pete’s sphincter. Since he got fucked there often, I slipped in with a lot of ease. “Oooh yeah, Rob. Fuck my puckered little hole!” he said with a horny voice. While I fucked his ass, he was fucking Karen’s asshole. After a couple of seconds we found a rhythm that worked for all of us. Moving up and down in unison. Every time I pushed my cock into his ass, Pete got pushed into Karen’s ass. This way I was fucking them both at the same time and loving every second of it. It felt great to have my dick into such a tight asshole, hearing Karen and Pete pant and moan at the same time. I locked my hands into Karen’s hands and we held each other tight during the triple fucking.
“Remember what we did yesterday?” Peter asked Karen. “Oh, yessss” she replied. I wanted to know what happened and Karen told me.
She just had a shower, and when she walked out of the bathroom, Peter and Jack were just coming down the stairs. They had been in Peter’s room, watching some porn. They were both naked. When they saw Karen, both their cocks got hard.
Pete teasingly blocked Karen’s way to her bedroom. “Sorry lady, but you have to pay toll taxes if you wanna go this way.”
“Not now Pete, I’ve got loads of stuff to do,” she replied. But Peter wouldn’t relent. Karen felt Jack’s prick press against her ass. “Wow, hold it cowboy. Watch were you point that thing,” Karen smiled at him. Jack smiled back, admiring those wonderful ass-globes of hers. Pete held Karen’s shoulders and gave her a kiss. Reluctantly she opened her mouth to let his tongue in. At the same time, Jack took his cock and shoved it into her pussy. Karen gasped by the sudden penetration, feeling her pussy being filled by Jack’s nice hard cock. It wasn’t the biggest she ever had, but it was a nice size. Still, she didn’t feel like fucking that day: “Please Jack, stop it! Let me go guys.” Peter embraced Karen, locking her into his arms. His cock pressed against her stomach and her clit, his body crushing her tits. Jack held her tights while he fucked her with nice slow and long strokes. “No, Karen. We won’t let you go until we cum all over you. I know this is what you want anyway,” Pete replied.
Pete’s cock still pressed against Karen’s clit, making her hornier by the second. Karen could only pant and moan. She was locked between two cocks, nowhere to go. A victim of her sexual desires. Every thrust of Jack’s cock made it harder for her to resist the raving feelings inside her body. Somewhere at the back of her mind she knew that letting Jack fuck her was crossing a line she and I both had set a while ago, but she couldn’t resist. She just couldn’t – even if they would have let her.
“You like it, don’t you, getting fucked by Jack. His cock was just in my mouth and now it is filling your nice little cunt, my slut sister!” Pete said.
“Hmmm, yes…. fuck me Jack. Fuck me harder!” Karen admitted, overwhelmed by her lust.
Jack complied, fucking her harder and harder –he loved to feel her slick pussy walls enveloping his dick. He loved to see her ass cheeks jiggle every time he thrust his cock inside her. He felt like a lucky guy, to have spotted Karen and me fucking a while ago. And now to fuck with Pete on a regular basis, learning all kinds of stuff about sex.
Pete took one of Karen’s nipples in his mouth and sucked hard on it, making the nipple grown between his lips. His hand played with her clit, making Karen even more wet. “Oohhh, Godd, right there…yeah… I –I am cumming!!!!!” she screamed. After her orgasm washed over her, she was too weak to stand op. Jack let her sit down on all fours and was still pounding his hard cock into her wet slit. She was in the same position she was in all those months ago, when Pete had grabbed her and fucked her for the first time. The memory of that fuck made her cum again. Jack was getting close too…
“Ooh yeah, fuck me…f-fuck my slutty cunt! B-but pull out when you cum. Come on my back and ass, don’t come in me…” Karen gasped.
Pete sat down in front of Karen, presenting his cock to her mouth, which she eagerly swallowed. Pete started to fuck her mouth with his tool, sometimes reaching the back of her throat, making her gag a little. Karen’s body was shaking, her tits were shaking from the double pounding she had to take from the two horny guys. Tonight she was their fuck slut, a willing body ready to be filled with their cum. Karen’s pussy walls started to contract, squeezing Jack’s cock.
“Fuck, I am gonna shoot my load!” Jack said.
“Cum inside her slutty pussy!” Peter demanded.
“No, take it out…please” Karen pleaded. She had just had her period and was about to start to take the pill again. However, she didn’t have any in the house because she forgot to get new ones last week. She was unprotected.
It was too late. Jack had too hard a time letting go of that sweet tight cunt of hers. Jack started to groan, followed by his big load of cum shooting into Karen’s tight cunt. She felt his cum fill up her pussy, while her cunt contracted in orgasm. She came again. Then she felt her mouth being filled with Pete’s hot spunk. “Yeah, take it, take it all slut sister!” Pete panted.
Jack’s cock slid from her wet snatch, leaving a trail of cum ooze out of her. Karen got up. “Jesus Christ guys. Look what you’ve done to me. Now I am gonna have to take another shower.” They all laughed. Karen went to the bathroom, to clean up her pussy as fast as possible. Pete followed her while Jack remained in the hall, recovering from his orgasm, savouring the feeling in his body. He had just fucked Karen for the first time, and if it was up to him, it wouldn’t be the last. Her cunt was even tighter than Jeanine’s and he just loved the sight of his cock in her snatch. For him, things couldn’t get any better.
“Why didn’t you want Jack’s cum inside you?” Pete wondered.
“I am not on the pill, man.” Karen said, with some panic in her voice.
Pete looked disturbed, but after some thinking replied “Just get one from Jeanine for tonight. Or take a morning-after pill.”
Karen looked relieved. Why didn’t she think of that? Then again, it was tough thinking when two cocks were inside your body.
“You’re right. In that case, wanna have another go? You might as well, now I am all worked up,” Karen joked. Pete nodded. Karen lay down on the bathroom floor, the rug preventing her from having to lie down on the cold tiles. Peter fucked her missionary style while she sucked on Jack’s cock. They both sprayed their cum on her hot little body.
And now she was fucked by her brother again. “Ooh, guys, I love this. Fuck me harder!” Karen screamed. I saw her face expressing eternal bliss – her eyes closed, her mouth open and her cheeks flushed red. Every time a small orgasm ripped through her body, her legs shuddered accordingly. I loved the feeling of Pete’s ass against my stomach. His nice round hairless globes felt hot as hell. I never wanted this engagement to stop, but of course also good things cum to an end.
“Sis, I can’t hold it. I am gonna shoot my load!” Peter said while he filled his sister’s asshole with big globs of his man juice. Karen came at the same time. Pete’s ass started to squeeze my cock and I couldn’t hold it anymore. I squirted my cum into his bowels too. I left my cock inside his ass, until it deflated to a smaller size. Then I heard Karen moan “Guys, could you please get off me, you are kinda heavy you know…”
I pulled my cock from Pete’s ass with a pop, while he did the same with his dick. Pete left the bed and said he’d be back with some drinks after he cleaned up. I lay down on Karen and gave her a kiss on the mouth, my cock lay between her ass cheeks, which felt more like a pool of goo with all the stuff flowing out of there.
“God, I can’t sit for a week,” Karen joked.
She turned on her side and we spooned up for a while. My cock got semi-erect and without a warming I pressed my soiled hard rod, which was just inside her brother’s ass a moment ago, into her slit. Karen gasped, surprised by the sudden penetration. I lifted a leg so I could penetrate her deeper and started to furiously pound into her soaking wet pussy.
“So my little slut. You let neighbourhood kids fuck you now too?!” I said in a playful tone. “You let him fuck you and cum inside your tight pussy? You need to be punished. Punished badly!”
“Yess… I am a slut. Punish me, rape my pussy! Fuck me, tear me apart!” Karen screamed. I pounded harder and harder into her pussy. She was a bit dry and started to feel raw. But still I kept on fucking her. Shoving my cock in and out of her cunt, trying to get inside her fucking womb with the tip of my cock. The playfulness disappeared and my mind changed into a malicious mood. I felt lust and anger and all different kinds of emotions. I got on top of Karen, spreading her legs wide and furiously pounded my cock into her helpless pussy. She was totally dry now, and her pussy walls felt like sandpaper. It really must have hurt her, because tears were running down her cheeks.
God, this hurts!” she cried. “Go on! I deserve it. I am sorry, I am sorry…” she said softly. I felt my load being pumped from my balls and shot my cum deep inside her womb. Coating the inside of her dry used-up pussy. I slid my cock out of her wet hole, and it looked worn out. Her cunt stayed open. Her lips were red and scorned. She hugged me, held me tight. We kissed a confused kiss.
Later that night we were lying in her bed. Karen lay with her head on my chest, playing with my chest hairs. It was time to talk the big talk.
“Honey, I think we have to talk,” I started.
She nodded. “I know.”
“Okay, listen. I think that things are getting out of hand. I mean, I was fine with you having sex with family members, how odd that may sound. But if other people are getting involved…”
“I know what you mean. Jack was not part of the deal. And believe me, it was never supposed to happen. It just happened and I am sorry.”
“Yes, but what about next time… I mean you never know who might walk in?”
Karen looked at me, a little disturbed. “What do you mean by that?!”
I stroke my hand through her hair. She could tell by the look in my eyes that I didn’t mean it in a bad way. Karen nodded. “You’re right. I don’t know what has gotten into me. The last couple of months were a real eye opener. I’ve done things I couldn’t have imagined before this all started. When Pete and I fuck it feels so… right. Like it was meant to be. It all really brought the family closer. But let’s face it: I’ve become the family cum slut. And God I love it.”
“I know. Listen, I would never want to stand in your way in anything, you know that right?”
She smiled. “I know, you are really cool.”
I took a deep breath. I knew I had to say it, but it was hard to do. “Karen. I love you. Always have, but… I don’t think I can do this anymore. It’s been interesting and very hot and satisfying. But I don’t want this anymore. I don’t want to share you with other people. I want a monogamous relationship. What we had when we started out.”
So, I’d said it. I had loved fucking around with the family. I’d had broaden my horizon a lot. But now I felt it was time to move on, and if necessary, without Karen.
She looked at me, then stared in the distance, thinking.
I broke the silence. “I don’t want you to have to choose between your family and me. So, maybe it’s a good idea that we stop seeing each other. At least for a little while…”
So that’s what happened that night as far as I can remember. I always try to forget the drama in life as soon as possible. So I’ll spare you the dramatic scene that unfolded after this, since I don’t want to be reminded myself. But Karen and I did split up, went our separate ways. We kept in touch, and talk to each other a lot. She’d doing fine. No boyfriend, but there is plenty of cock going around the house. Sometimes she told me all about it when we talked on the phone, or met for coffee. She once told me that she and Jeanine visited their mother in Paris and that Jeanine had fucked her there with a strap-on. More stuff happened in Paris, but that’s another story. A month after the split up I flew to New York to meet Dawn, with whom I had talked a lot during that month. I needed to clear my head, set some things straight. I missed Karen, but knew I had made the right decision.
While I am writing this, Dawn is reading with me over my shoulder. I am sitting in her bedroom. The story has gotten her horny and during the writing of this chapter she has been fingering her clit and pussy. She sits on the bed and has that look in her eyes… so it’s time for me to go.
I hope you’ve enjoyed the story. Love to hear your constructive comments.
Cheers,
Darklord

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