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The Other Half of the Amulet

It was the sound of his voice that triggered the knowing. In that split second, when I heard the acoustic waves created only by his vocal cords, I knew I had found my perfect submissive. He is the other half of the amulet, the yin to my yang, the missing piece that fits my kinky puzzle perfectly. Intelligent, articulate, completely depraved and perverted; he fits me. He is my equal and my opposite in every way. For all of my excellence and superiority he is excellently and equally inferior. He craves filth in a way that is far more extreme than most people could wrap their heads around and I can deliver what he craves and then some. He recognized my inherent dominance from our first communication and I could see his sub-human true nature instantly.
He’d been molested as a child. His father’s best friend had his hands in his pants before he was in little league. The abuse lasted until he was well into his teens and it grew more and more extreme, more twisted and perverted as the years progressed. By the time the man was promoted and moved away, my bitch had been emotionally and psychologically warped beyond repair and sexually used by more men than he could count. Now in his 40s, he’s become successful in his career and maintains the image of normalcy but it is just an image, a fake persona he wears. He is obsessed with sex. It consumes him. All day, every day, he thinks of nothing more than how to get his next nut, of how he can make it more extreme. His needs for stimulation have graduated far beyond anything remotely close to vanilla. He’s spent thousands of dollars over the years on toys and gear and hookers and memberships to websites. In every meeting, at every conference, he schemes and plots about how to be nastier, more sinister. At every company luncheon, he looks at his co-wokers and knows that they would be horrified if they knew he could fit a dildo the size of a grown man’s forearm in his slutty boicunt . . . and that he craves bigger, thicker, longer ones fucking him senseless.
Because of the abuse, he has trust issues. His father knew of the exploitation and turned a blind eye to it. They had a network of deviants that shared each other’s kids. His father liked little girls so he would allow his son to have sleepovers and camping trips with his friends while he got to play house with his friend’s daughters. Because of that, my little bitch doesn’t know what real affection and innocence feel like; he doesn’t know what it means to be a child who is protected and loved. I exploit that. I make him call me Mommy and make him feel like shit because of it. I toy with his emotions, degrade and humiliate him, taunt and tease him and remind him of how inherently fucked up he is, how he will never be normal, never have a normal relationship with anyone. I threaten to withhold my attention from him for my arousal; I terrorize him by intimating that I will throw him away like a piece of trash. It hurts him. I can see it in his eyes. But it arouses him. The more I tell him the truth, the more it makes him insane with lust and hunger. The more I toy with his emotions, the more it gets my pussy incredibly wet.
I own his very soul. I can tell him to do anything and he will still need more. If I tell him to suck my dog’s cock, he will ram his tongue in his asshole. My absolute favorite thing to do to him is to have him on his knees, with my lover fucking him savagely with his huge black cock, with his face in my hands, whispering in his ear, telling him that he is my white bitch boi. I punish him with threats that I will make him suck disgusting, old, white cock, like his abuser’s and he curls up like a ball and cries like a baby at the thought. He knows that his whiteness is an illusion. He knows that he isn’t more intelligent, that the arrogance and all his accomplishments were ill gotten gains. The truth, and he knows it, is that he has only achieved his success because white men have manipulated, lied, cheated, oppressed, cajoled, and stolen whatever advantages they have gotten. He knows, every time he has a black cock deep in his throat, that white men are the sick and twisted ones because I remind him that white men are the ones who created him to be what he is.
Every time he reads the racist rants of white men online, virtually screaming about how Blacks are inherently inferior, he knows that they are fighting their own demons, trying to deny what they know to be true in their hearts as well, that Blacks have more integrity, more ingenuity, more common sense, and a stronger will to survive than any white person could ever hope to have. With me, he can let down that defense. With me, he can be the pig he knows is his bloodline, his birthright. He comes from a long line a pigs and he is proud of it with me. He sees my grace, dignity, and my morality in my beautiful brown skin, in my deep, intoxicating eyes. He sees that I can control him with just a glance, a word softly murmured when he is on the verge of orgasm. I have the ability to break him down in a way no other person has ever done. He tries to build relationships with women, to pretend to be “that guy” the bachelor who Barbie wants, but his DNA is damaged and we both know it.
He has cried in my arms when I speak of the real horrors of slavery, of what heinous and evil things white men have done for generations. He has sobbed like a baby when I described the generations of racist privilege he had inherited to the detriment of my beautiful, strong, resilient, and inherently SUPERIOR ancestors. He knows that his father’s perversions weren’t isolated, that his father’s friends weren’t unique or exclusive. With me, he understands that the depravity in his blood has been there for generations and that Africans who were enslaved could never have been as twisted and damaged as his ancestors had been. His mother loves to be abused. His sister is a slut of extreme proportions. His father is a monster. And with me, my bitch is completely free to be the slug that he was born to be and give up his false sense of white superiority.
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Star Wars: The Restricted Files – Chapter 7 – Breaking the Slave Ring Part 2

Disclaimer: The following story is not connected with the Star Wars franchise, or its creator, George Lucas and does not represent the characters, writers or producers of set franchise.
Story Codes: MF, blackmail, grope, hp, oral, grope, spank
Star Wars: The Restricted Files Part 7 – Breaking The Slave Ring Part 2
by Avatrek ([email protected])
Mara Jade Skywalker and Leia Organa Solo were on a very important mission for the Jedi Order and the New Republic. They were tasked with exposing, investigating, and shutting down the illicit slave ring that had popped up on the fringes of Hutt Space. The crimes against the men, women and children of that sector of space had been so appalling, Mara and Leia had brought it upon themselves to infiltrate the criminal underworld by posing as slave girls and working their way to the top of the organization using their most appealing talents. To do this, they had enlisted the help of Talon Karrde and some of his more shadier contacts to get them to the auction aboard an unspecified space station, just inside the border of Hutt Space. Both Mara and Leia had also taken it upon themselves to dress for the part; Leia dressed herself in the gold bikini she had worn for Jabba the Hutt and Mara had dressed herself in a tight white leather bikini which helped to accentuate both women’s toned curvaceous bodies. Their voyage to the space station however, had started a little differently than Leia had imagined; instead of being afforded some comfort by the slavers bringing her to the auction sale, both she and Mara had been locked away in a grimy, dungy cell. Leia and especially Mara knew what kind of underworld they were getting involved with when they had agreed to break the slave ring, but Leia was appalled at how perverted both the guard that processed them had been and how despicable the young Captain of the slaver ship was. While Mara sat locked in their tiny cell, Leia was brought before the Captain and as a show of her value to the Captain and a test to see how much she would be sold for at auction, Leia let her inner slut out and fucked the Captain like she was a horny teenager again. After a powerful orgasm of her own and a messy but tasty facial, Leia was sent packing back to her cell, where Mara waited for her. Thinking that the ordeal would be over and nothing more of consequence would happen until arriving at the space station, Mara was a little surprised to find herself being taken from the cell and led to the Captain’s quarters like they had done with Leia less than an hour prior.
“What… Does this guy tryout every new slave girl?” Mara asked with bewilderment as she and her Gamorrean guard made their way across the ship towards the Captain’s quarters.
“The privileges of being Captain.” the guard grunted in accented basic.
“What if I refuse or I don’t exactly meet expectations?” Mara asked the brute dragging her along beside him. Mara knew for certain that she would be well above par if Leia had succeeded in her tryout. Although Mara guessed that Leia could be quite the little number in bed, she knew she could pretty much out-fuck anyone.
“Then the second in command has you?” the Gamorrean guffawed as he opened Captain’s door and shoved her inside.
“And who’s second in command?” Mara asked, interested.
“Me!” he laughed before slamming the door and leaving Mara to thank her stars that the Captain would have his hands full with her.
“So… Round 2, I suppose.” the Captain’s voice sounded from behind a desk.
“More like the main course!” Mara jested, walking over to the desk to get a good look at who she knew would be ramming his cock into her tight shaved snatch. “Not bad… For a slaver!” Mara said after seeing the Captain’s young, fairly handsome face for the first time.
“Slaver or not honey, you’ll never have as much fun as your about to have with me!” he retorted smartly before standing up and ushering her to come closer.
Mara knew what the game was and knew what she was going to have to do in order to play the part of a slave girl. She had had more than enough experience as one in the employ of Jabba the Hutt and although her memories of dancing naked and fucking all those strangers weren’t always the best, she had to admit that she had more than a few good times while playing the part of a dirty slut. Using that experience as a basis, Mara got up onto the Captain’s desk and crawled towards the naked man in front of her. She could tell that he was still trying to recover from fucking Leia so instead of getting to business right away, Mara leaned forward, grabbed Chaff’s semi-erect and lubricated cock and started jacking him off.
“You like that baby?” Mara asked Chaff as she jacked him off and started licking the tip of his sensitive cock. Because he had just cum only a few minutes earlier, Captain Chaff was a little sensitive and a little out of breath. The sultry Lelila had nearly completely exhausted him; something that not many had accomplished in the few short years he had been in the business of slaving.
“You’re going to be one hell of a fuck, aren’t you baby?” the Captain moaned as he started bucking his hips forward, forcing Mara to take more of his cock into her hot wet mouth. Mara opened her mouth and started moving it back and forth over his shaft until Chaff was fully hard again, enjoying the flavour of his slightly cum-covered cock. Mara was also delighted to say that she could taste a hint of her good friend’s tasty pussy juices on the slaver Captain’s cock as he rammed it into her mouth at an ever-increasing speed.
“You know I’ll be” Mara replied sexily, pulling her mouth off his cock for a second to get on her back. With her head hanging over the edge of the desk, the Captain was able fuck Mara’s face like it was her pussy. Brutally slamming his cock balls deep into her mouth, the Captain gloried in the choking and gagging noises coming from the slut he was throat fucking. Mara’s deep-throating ability was put to a real test as she just lied there and took it like a true slut. Just as she was about to pass out from the lack of oxygen, Chaff finally pulled out of her mouth, grabbed her shoulders and twirled her around the desk so he could have a look at what she had underneath her tight leather bikini bottoms. Sliding them off and throwing them to the floor, Chaff was quite excited to see that his newest slave girl had shaven her tight twat.
“Fuck… You must be eighteen… Your body is outstanding” he said as he moved into lick her hot little pussy. “It’s fucking tight too!” Chaff mumbled as his tongue found its way slowly into her tight crevice and he began eating her out.
“I bet you’ll like these even more!” Mara said after a couple minutes of having her wet pussy licked. She unhooked her bra and gave Chaff with one hell of a sight. Big, round and firm as hell; Mara’s tits were every bit as amazing as Leia’s had been. Although Mara was in her mid-forties, the body of a well-trained Jedi Master showed none of the aging that a normal woman’s body would have shown. This often worked to Mara’s advantage when dealing with the more crude, dirty and horny men that she often had to deal with in her travels as a Jedi Knight in the New Republic.
“I gotta fuck those titties!” Captain Chaff moaned as he got up onto the desk and straddled Mara’s chest. Placing his cock between her two supple breasts, Chaff began sliding it forwards and backwards between them.
“I thought you’d want to fuck these beauties!” Mara murmured as she tried to suck on the tip of his cock every time he moved it forward. Mara’s immaculate breasts were some of her best assets and she had used them to her advantage throughout her entire life, wearing tight tops and anything that emphasized her shapely melons. If whoever she was dealing with were too obsessed with her gorgeous tits, they wouldn’t be focused on what she was actually doing. But in the situation she was in at the moment, her tits were only good for one thing; fucking. Chaff continued to fuck Mara’s tits for the next five minutes before the strain and need to cum started to overwhelm him. Not wanting to disappoint the red-headed little minx on her back, Chaff slowed down, got off her chest and slid off the desk. Catching his breath and regaining his lost stamina, Chaff took his time to line his throbbing cock up with Mara’s wet snatch. “Finally gonna fuck me!” Mara sighed, horny to have her cunt filled with Chaff’s stiff shaft.
Bracing herself for the wonderful feeling of being filled again with a big seven inch dick, Mara thought back to her last night with her husband Luke. Like the man in front of her now, sliding his cock back and forth over her slit, Luke had fucked her with no restraint only a week previously; fucking her with all his Jedi talents and making her cum nearly ten times. Nobody had ever satisfied her quite like the Jedi Master Luke Skywalker, but Mara wasn’t averse to testing the waters to see if anyone could best her skilled husband. Mara knew that the man whose cock had finally begun its assault on her pussy would not match the skills of her husband but Mara was always open to learning something new.
“God help me!” Chaff moaned, nearly delirious from exhaustion already and not certain how long he could last in Mara’s tight pussy. Having just fucked Lelila’s unbelievably tight snatch, the Captain was sweating, breathing hard and just barely able to keep his eyes open as he forced as much of his cock into the dirty little redheaded slave girl he could. The Captain had made it his personal mission to have sex with every new slave girl he would sell into auction. It was only through this fantastic process that he could be sure what the girls were worth and what would be a fair price to part with his valuable merchandise. A good slave girl like Lelila and Mara could fetch upwards of fifty thousand credits or more spice than he could ever need. Taking on a dangerous mission of selling these two infiltrators at the auction was more than worth the possibility of getting caught red-handed and being chased down by some of his less-than-reputable business partners. Right now however, he was just trying to hang on as Mara’s pussy kept sucking him in and massaging his seven inch cock like no pussy had ever done before.
“I knew I was too much for you to handle!” Mara Jade chided Captain Chaff after seeing the look of exhaustion coming over him and the sweat now dripping from his face onto her tight stomach. Mara let out a little giggle in order to shame the worn out Captain and possibly get him to find a second wind at least give her one orgasm before he passed out.
“You FUCKIN’ BITCH!” the Captain shouted at Mara for laughing at his lack of endurance. Just to show the little slut that he had more than enough to please the stuck up little princess, Chaff grabbed hold of her ample breasts and began slamming his hips into hers faster and faster until even Mara Jade was screaming for dear life. Not thinking that the Captain had nearly enough stamina left to fuck her with such savageness, Mara Jade was both impressed and surprised at his ability to turn up the speed and fuck her like only Luke could. The Captain however, had nowhere near the endurance Jedi Master Luke Skywalker could muster up and although he was quickly tiring and would soon reach his sticky end, Mara could finally feel her own orgasm starting to rattle through her.
“It’s about fucking time!” Mara screamed seconds before an orgasm rocked through her and her legs began to shake uncontrollably. With Captain Chaff still slamming away at her now raw pussy, Mara coated her lover’s cock in her soothing juices, triggering Chaff’s own orgasm only seconds later.
“FUCK… I’m cumming… Uhhhhhnnn” he shouted, pulling his cock out Mara’s spasm-stricken pussy in the nick of time to spill a messy hot load of his sticky cum all over Mara’s toned stomach. Chaff, although exhausted and not really thinking straight, had the foresight to pull out of Mara just in time. In the off chance that he actually knocked up the smoking hot redhead, her value on the slave market would be severely reduced. If he were to sell her and her new owner were to find out, he’d have hell to pay. A nice sticky load on her stomach was much better than filling her tight pussy with his cum; even though he knew it would have been amazing had he chosen to.
“Ummmm… That wasn’t half bad Captain… We’ll have to do it again some time!” Mara said before gathering up her white leather bikini and scampering off towards the door.
“I… Doubt… It… Honey…” Chaff said breathing hard and barely able to stand. “You’ll be… Someone’s little fuck bunny… In a few hours” he finished, falling to the ground the moment he finished his sentence, unconscious from exhaustion.
“Rookie” Mara chided before being led back out into the hall and towards her cell. With the ordeal over and both her Leia’s value proven to the Captain, Mara rejoined her comrade in her cell and got some much needed sleep during the last few hours of travel towards the space station they were to be sold at as slave girls. It was there that she and Leia would discover who was behind the slave trafficking and hopefully put an end to it before they had to do any other depraved acts for even more depraved men. It was from there that Mara and Leia would have to call Karrde for help, escape everyone who stood to lose any credits and get off the station unscathed. The only problem with that however, was that neither Mara or Leia had been able to smuggle their lightsabers on board the slaver ship and it was doubtful they’d find any weapon along the way. The only advantage they would have after entering the space station for the auction would be their command over the Force and their ability to sway the thoughts, actions and events of the people around them with their Jedi mind tricks and sex appeal which were sure to be their most valuable talents in the days to come.

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SCENE IN AN OFFICE

This is the second in an occasional series of stories called ‘Scene in a …’, all of which are a single scene in a particular type of location. They are ‘point of view’ stories, and you can imagine that you are either the narrator or the ‘you’ character – I hope you enjoy the result as much as I have enjoyed writing it! This is happening in an office, somewhere in your town, right now.

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My Story – Chapter Six

Chapter Six
“More”
I had just managed to sit up and slip on the short robe as a voice was heard. I was still tying the flaps when a man about my age entered the room. He had jet-black hair; a disarming smile that was coupled with white even teeth. The muscles in his stomach were prominent and very sexy looking. I also noticed that he sported a nice bulge beneath the towel wrapped around his trim waist.
“Good day. My name is Carlo. Welcome to our…establishment”. To satisfy your needs, would you please tell me what you desire? This way, I can assign hopefully the correct person.”
He said with a nice smile as his gaze stayed on my bare legs.
Following his obvious interest, I could see that the short hem was letting some of my pubic curls peek out.
Looking at him evenly, I remarked, “I want someone who can control and give me good sex, and a …lot of it. My partner can be either a male or a female. Or both! What? Pain? Oh, yes, a little pain is always good. Can you help me?”
Smiling at me with even white teeth, and then down to my slightly parted thighs, Carlo said,” Ms. Allen, would you consider me being your…”partner? I can promise that I will fill all of your desires. ”
“I…guess…so. I don’t see why not?” I replied with a smile.
“Thank you. I promise you an enjoyable time.” With an easy pull on his towel, it dropped to the floor. My breath caught for Carlo was well endowed. Very much so!
“Yes! I do think you will be fine. You’re…Uh… you… are very well…!”
He thanked me as helped me down and we went into a shower room. Adjusting the temperature, he stepped close enough that his cock brushed against me as he helped me remove my robe. Looking at my nudity, he muttered under his breath. Leading me under the stinging spray, he began to wash my trembling body.
Wetting me down, he took a sponge and soaped it. First he did my arms and hands.
Turning me, he scrubbed my back and even between my ass cheeks. The sponge dipped between my thighs and I gasped as it rubbed my throbbing vagina. Turning me to face him, his hand circled my waist and pulled me against his hard body. With his hardness pushed against my stomach, the sponge went to my tits and Carlo gently scrubbed every inch of them.
When he finished I expected him to step back, but he kept our lower bodies tight as he began weighing, massaging and then pulling the nipples. His ministrations felt so good plus his cock had now slipped between my thighs.
Dropping to his knees, he gently opened my trembling legs apart. His sponge-laden hand began soaping my cunt firmly. Crying out, I began begging him to stop. He looked up at me and then began to wash my long legs. Gently moving the sponge up and down my calves, he whispered;
“Do you really want me to stop?”
Sobbing slowly, I answered no.
His hand started an upward trip over my body and the water ran over his fingers as it came closer to my moistening sex. A meowing sound erupted from my trembling lips, as his thumb became rigid just as it went in my cunt to the first knuckle.
Moving it up and round brought grunts and moans from me. A smile broke out as he saw that I enjoyed his rough ministrations.
Carlo stopped and sat up between my spread thighs. His cock was rigid and bobbing from his muscular frame. My eyes widened at its sight.
“Yes! Carlo…please! Fuck me!” I said with a gasp.
“Oh! Don’t worry! I intend to fuck you. That you can count on. But first, I want you to suck me. So get down here and work on this before I take a belt to your leaking cunt!”
Whimpering slightly, I sat up and worked my body until I had his throbbing hardness in my hand and the spongy head past my full and sensuous lips. His hands massaged my face as he fed his meat deeper and deeper into my mouth. I had to swallow just to keep from gagging as my mouth was stuffed.
Pushing me back after a while, “Okay cunt, open your legs. I need some of your pussy. And let me tell you, it had better be a good fuck or I’m going to have you participate in a gang bang!”
Yes! I wanted to yell out. This is the way I liked to be made love to. Give me a man who takes no coyness or hesitation when it came to fucking! My cunnie twitched when he pushed my legs apart. For a few brief moments, his eyes bored in on my pink tinged meat that was wide open. Slowly his eyes went up my heaving body and rested when we made eye contact. My body slightly shivered as his hand slowly went the length of my smooth inner thigh. It stopped only when it cupped my pulsing twat.
The two large fingers that eased up my wet crotch seemed to fill me. Again our eyes met and we kissed. Suddenly hand began to push, gouge, twist, and rub my cunt. My hips turned and twisted under the maddening feeling as sounds emitted from my tear-streaked face. When it was obvious that my time was near, Carlo jerked his fingers out and quickly got between my thighs.
Pushing up my wet channel until I was stuffed with his cock, he began stroking me.
His and Jay’s cocks were almost the same in size and their styles similar. Closing my eyes made me think that Jay was taking me instead of a stranger. But the idea of a complete stranger filled me with more excitement. Here I was, miles from home, and letting a perfect stranger do what ever he wanted with my body. It was too bad that my husband was not here to see me being taken by someone else. He would have thoroughly enjoyed it. Lifting my buttocks to get more feeling, the tension balloon burst as I hunched against my lover. His cock sensed my timing and the big vein that runs the length of the male penis began throbbing. Within seconds, my channel was awash with his semen.
Later as we rested and he was stroking the velvet flesh of my buttocks, he said he would like to spank me there until I came. Kissing his lips, I told him that he could whip me any time he wanted. Returning the kiss, he cupped my cunt.
“Ah, your body is on fire. Never have I seen someone with the desires and passion like you. “
Going between my legs, Carlo quickly entered and hammered away at me until my body responded not once but twice. When his time neared, he began spanking my full buttocks hard enough to feel the power of his thrusts up me. I locked my legs around his athletic body as his hose sprayed away some of the sexual tension in me.
Holding me in his arms, Carlo gently kissed me. Moving his lips to my ear, he whispered if we could meet again before I left. Smiling and returning the kiss, I gave him my hotel name, and room number.
Stroking my buttocks and damp sex, he smiled and asked if he could bring his little belt. Spreading my damp thighs for his grouping hand, I replied that he could bring his big belt.
I was given my robe and Carlo wrapped the towel back around his body. Entering a room more brightly lit than the others; a table of food was sat out to enjoy. There were other people their in-groups of one to three. Carlo and I pigged out. The screwing had made me hungry. Twice I filled my plate and had just about finished when a somewhat younger exact copy of Carlo approached us and took the open chair next to me.
“Nancy, this is my brother, Juan.”
Extending my hand, Juan ignored it as he took me in his arms and kissed me deeply. His hand slipped through the robe, then between my thighs. I gasped but willingly opened them to his searching hand.
Breaking apart, he smiled and showed an even set of white teeth.
“Excuse me senorita, but your beauty is breathtaking.”
He replied as his hand stayed on me.
“Umm! Wow! What a welcome! Thank you, will you join us?”
“Yes, thank you.” Juan responded. He smiled as he gently squeezed my labia lips, and then moved to the table.
I was seated between the two brothers and had no more than sat down, when Juan once again found my robe opening and delved between my thighs. I looked at him and smiled as his hand worked up and down my slit. Carlo smiled and gently laughed as I gasped when his brother filled me with two fingers.
“Nancy! Look at that table with the woman and two men!” Juan pointed to a trio of two men and a woman at the table across from us.
She was a pretty woman with an attractive face. It was obvious she was masturbating the men.
“I had her earlier today.” Juan said. “She enjoys sex very much. She came here with a young boy and a girl.”
His long middle finger was up me to the hilt, sliding back and forth.
“Si. I saw them in the waiting room. The boy had his hand up her skirt.” Carlo added.
Later, I was taken down a hallway that housed several small dimly lit rooms on each side. I thought it was strange that there were no doors. Carlo laughed softly at my question and said that in this house, everything was out in the open. Guiding me into one that looked like it was vacant, he said not to leave until he returned. Giving me another kiss, he left.
Just as I began to lie down on the big bed, someone said something from the shadows. I had not noticed anyone and jumped. It was Rita.
She was also in a robe like mine. However, it was wide open! Giving me a smile, she asked,
“Have you been enjoying yourself?”
“Yes, so far. Did you leave and come back, or what?”
“No. I have been with the Doctor and his nurse. They have been taking turns with me for the last hour or so.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t have minded being with that Doctor again myself.” I replied with a sly grin.
Lying down next to me, we turned on our sides facing each other. Our lips immediately met and hungrily fed on each other. We took turns kissing and fondling each other’s breasts. Whimpering slightly when the berry shaped nipple on my left tit was twisted, Rita hissed out a command,
“Open your legs.”
Reaching down and inserting her finger up me, she said, “Remember when I said I hope to get to taste this again?”
I nodded my head rapidly and took her face in my hands, and kissed her sweet tasting lips. This set us off and soon we were alternating our conversation with kisses and caresses. All at once, Rita sat up and pulled my thighs open even more.
I whimpered slightly as she lowered her head between my
out stretched thighs. Gasping, her mouth felt great against my vagina as it began sucking my sensitive flesh. The sensations were nerve racking and sounds of passion poured from my throat.
Finally able to speak, I told her to spin around and straddle my head. Sending my tongue past the curly hair surrounding her cunt, she shuddered as I used it like a miniature penis. For the next twenty minutes we brought each other to multiple comes.
Breaking apart, she asked if my cunt had been satisfied yet, I smiled and replied, “Almost.” Yes, it was “almost” but still not at the level I wanted to achieve. No…I still had to search. Perhaps, someday I would find the one.
Showering, we returned and ate more snacks. Finishing, we lay in each other’s arms and talked about the men and experiences we had enjoyed. Her hands went to my globes and I mewed with delight. I enjoyed her hands on me as she cupped and jiggled my resilient tit flesh. Taking the berry shaped nipples between her finger and thumb; she looked at me as she began mashing them. The pain was good and when Rita saw that I enjoyed it, she kneaded and twisted the tips to even more state of hardness.
“You enjoy pain don’t you?”
Her thumb and finger were mashing the nipples almost hard enough to make tears come to my eyes.
Nodding at her question, she eased up a little.
“Nancy, you bitch, roll over and spread your legs.”
I jumped when she gave me a sharp slap on my buttock. I was told to rise so she could put a pillow under my stomach. My crotch was now more pronounced and open.
“Whore, I am going to leave for a few minutes. So, you stay just as you are right now. Keep your legs open. This way anyone who comes down the hall can see your stinking cunt. And you had better not try to cover up. You understand?”

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Donny N’ Marie

© 2015 by Salacious Scribe and Saxon Heart. All Rights Reserved. Posted with permission
Author’s note
This story was written by two randomly paired authors as part of a contest on an erotic story site. They took the premise of the contest and their real names first names, and came up with this story.

Fiction

The Home-Cumming

It had taken me nearly three days of sleeping and eating fresh food to get the feel of the desert out of my system

Diary

Tricking a Str8 Boy

Dean is an old snowboarding mate of mine who was crashing on my couch for a couple of weeks early season. We were both kinda horny so I suggested we go to the hot tub and wait for a chick friend of mine to join us…. she wasn’t really invited.
The two of us were wearing speedos and after talking about some of our sexual experiences we ended up……

Fiction

Georgia Part 19

Georgia has more flashing fun, Blackmails her friends father and has her first experience of a Sybian

Fantasm

Baseball Boy Zack

There was this amazingly hot boy that lived across the street from me, his name was Zack. I would sit in the living room of my parent’s house and stare out the window at him as he tossed the baseball around with his friend. That summer he played on a local team and it seemed like everyday he was outside in his tight white baseball pants tossing the ball around to get warmed up. Zach was 13 years old at the time and I was seventeen. He had the cutest little faint freckles on his face, big brown eyes, and blonde hair. He was around 5’5 and 120 lbs. I was 6’0 and 170 lbs; I was a built guy because I played football for my high school team.
I would watch as his ass pressed against those tight white pants when he made his pitches in the front yard and almost every time he came back up he would reach down and adjusts himself in his athletic cup. It was so hot watching this sexy boy play with himself. I would watch the flexing of his arm, the way his wrist broke after every pitch, and sit and fantasize about what I would do to this incredible boy.
One day I sat on my couch watching him play outside with his friend. It was a hot June afternoon, and he was outside in jean shorts with no shirt throwing a football. His Mom and Dad came out of the house with his two younger sisters and said that they were leaving. As they left Zack went into the house and sent his friend home because he had to get ready for a baseball game.
I saw my chance. It was only three o’clock and nobody really was home in my neighborhood. Zack’s parents were the only ones who worked from home, mostly kids were around and they were at the park down the street in the community pool. So I went for it. I walked around back and found the door unlocked. I could hear him upstairs and the shower running. I crept up the stairs and got to the bathroom door. It had one of those old fashion doors with the big key hole you could see through, so I knelt down and looked through. I could slightly see him through the frosted glass doors. I could see the outline of his body and soap running down his ass.
I felt my shorts tenting and adjusted myself. I looked in again to see the door opening and he stepped out in all his glory. The light made the water on his body glisten. I could see his limp boy cock sway as he walked to the hamper and grabbed his towel. I quietly stood up and walked to his room. I saw that he had already laid his baseball gear onto his bed. I picked up his cup and smelled the ball sweat of the hottest boy I had ever seen. I laid it back down and went into his closet. I looked through the blades on the door and waited for him.
A few minutes later he walked in with the towel wrapped around his boyish hips. As he shut the door he let the towel fall to the ground and he was walking around naked. I could see the amazing curve of his great ass. This boy was almost hairless, very little cock hair, and very thin leg hair which you really could see. As he walked around getting things together I became rock hard. My 7 inch cock was ready to bust of shorts, so I slid my pants boxers off I was now in the closet with only a shirt on which I took off. As he walked toward the bed and started to grab his underwear to put on I opened the door and quietly walked up behind him. I was inches from him standing there completely nude. He bent over to start putting his underwear on and his ass pushed into my dick causing it to poke at his hole. He quickly stood up and found only a fist that sent him sprawling on the bed. As he laid there unconscious I rolled him over to taste his tongue and made out with him with no help form his end. I tied his baseball shirt around his eyes and kissed him one last time. I started playing with his little boy package. He was limp when I took him in my mouth, rolling my tongue around his little head slurping on his dick. Then I staring lapping my tongue on his balls taking them into my mouth and sucking on them. He started getting hard so I started sucking him again. I moved up and down fast, sucking, slurping, and licking when he busted a load into my mouth. He started to come to as I sat up and kissed him letting some of his cum fall into his mouth. I sat up swallowing the rest. I rolled him over as he spat his cum onto the bed I had him bent over the bed with his knees on the floor. As I positioned myself on his ass I leaned over and licked up his wonderful tasting boy juice. I spit it on my hand and lubed up his asshole and my dick with his own cum.
As my dick became slippery I pushed it in as he started to resist. As my dick tore into his asshole I stopped leaned over him and whispered “If you fight me I will hurt you more, relax and it will all be over soon..”
I sat back up and pumped my cock in and out of his tight virgin hole. It slid in and out and it felt so good. He relaxed a little and I put my hands on his hips and pulled him back into me as I thrusted forward. I fucked him as he started to cry asking me “please stop, please stop.” But I didn’t. His cries only seemed to make me want him more. He whimpers and groaned with every thrust forward. I felt my balls ready to go and pushed in hard as I jizzed into his asshole. Shooting one, to, three, four ropes of salty white cum. Once I came down I pulled out and stuck my finger in his asshole pulling out some of my cum. I held it to his mouth and told him to suck my finger clean or he would regret it. Apprehensively he opened his mouth and I stuck my finger in. I took my finger out, stood up, got my clothes and left. I stole one last look as I exited seeing him bent over the bed.
When I got home I called the cops and told them I saw a prowler snooping around Zack’s house. When they showed up to take my statement I told them I didn’t recognize him but gave them a description. I gave them mine.

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