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Naughty Naty: Learning Her Place 1

BRIEFING
After writing my first & rubbish story, I received a comment telling me to write a BDSM story, this is the introduction and beginning. If you like and would like to read the rest, just post a comment and I’ll upload the rest on the parts.
Regards,
NatalieINTRODUCTION
“Hello?” I whispered, “Hello? Is anyone there?” my voice echoed.
There was no answer. I was standing. The floor was cold and my arms were stretched above my head. There was total silence. From the far corner in the room I heard a slight chuckle.
“Who is that? Help me” I pleaded.
A gush of air passed me. I couldn’t see a thing. I suddenly heard lights being switched on and I sense a vague amount of brightness. But I was blindfolded and I couldn’t see a thing.
“Very nice” a voice said from behind me.
“Who are you? Please help me” I felt a presence circle me.
“I’ll ask the questions” the voice replied.
“What? What the fuck is this?”
“Not to worry, with time you will learn” the voice said in a calm tone.
When I felt a damp, hot breath on my body, I realised I had no clothes on.
“Get the fuck off me, prick!”
“I’m not touching you” he sniggered
“Please? I don’t know what I’ve done but I am sorry. Just let me go and we can forget all about it. I promise I won’t tell anyone, I promise, just let me go!”
“Oh, I know you won’t tell anyone, Natalie, even if you did, no one would believe you”
“What do you mean? How do you know my name?”
“Ohh, I know a lot about you, Natz. Opps wait, I forgot, you hate being called that. Nobody would believe you because, not only are you a vivid liar, but you also over-exaggerate every situation.”
“Please, just untie me.”
“Not only do I like the view and the anticipation of what I am about to do you, but I need to teach you a lesson and hopefully change your selfish ways”
“YOUR FUCKING PSYCHO!!” I screamed
“Yes, bark dog, bark.”
“MY DAD WILL FUCKING KILL YOU, YOU SICK BASTARD.”
“Well, he’d have a pretty good reason too. But it would be worth it. I wonder if you are as good a shag as your Mother.”
“WHAT? WHAT DID YOU FUCKING SAY?” I tried to shake free but it was no use, I was securely fastened in place.
“I didn’t have to tie her up though; she willingly sucked my dick and licked my ass. But I want you. I want a tight pussy. I want a firm ass.” he said with accomplished tone in his voice.
I am 16 and have long dark hair. I am 5ft 7 and have green coloured eyes. With my slim/athletic I have a lovely pair of 34B sized tits.
“YOU SICK FUCK!!”
“Natalie, you can scream all you like; here I’ll help you; HELP ME, HELP ME. SOMEONE RESECUE ME!!” He yelled whilst stamping his feet on the floor.
“Right, okay. What do you want from me?”
“Well done. Now you are ready to comply, here are the rules of the game.
You will speak only when spoken to.
When you do speak, you will address me as ‘Master’.
You will wilfully submit yourself to any position ordered.
Now the consequences; if you resist me, fail to address me adequately, or disappoint me in any manor, you will under go appropriate punishment.
Of course, there are rewards too, these consist of my cock and your need to come, and it goes without saying that you will receive neither of these without begging or at least asking politely.
Now, Natalie, do you understand?”
“This isn’t fair”, I pleaded
“OUCH! For fuck sake. Yes, okay” I shouted after I had received a harsh slap on the side of my face.
Again, I endured another slap on the opposite side my face.
“I beg your pardon?” he asked
“I thought I was meant to be doing the begging around here? But yes, I understand, Master”
He twisted my head to the right and whispered in my left ear,
“That’s better. But don’t get fucking wide, slut”. My head fell to my chest.PART 1
I felt my cheeks burnings. I felt dizzy. My arms felt numb. I was hungry too.
“How are you, sweetheart?”
“Fine, Master!” I growled.
I don’t know how I got here, I remember leaving school and passing the church but after that and before I woke, well, it is all just a blur. I don’t recognize the voice either, defiantly a male though.
Why am I here? Am I going to be raped? Or worse, killed? I am scared.
“You have been very patent. I will allow you to see your owner”, and with that he ripped the duct tape violently from my eyes as well as pulling half of my, once, gorgeous hair out.
It took me a few seconds to adjust to the brightness. The lights hanged bare-bulbed from a ceiling which seemed to go on forever. The exterior was, well, bland. A grey and cold colour scheme, not the most welcoming room, I have to say.
And there he stood, my “master”. He was a black man, muscular frame, shaved head and piecing blue eyes. I’d say he looked about mid thirties to early forties. He wore a tight white vest and black combats. With his mean expression I could tell he meant business.
“Please, Master, may you release my wrists? I can no longer feel my arms.”
“Wriggle free, Bitch.” He crept behind me and violently grabbed my ass. I flinched. He pulled at my body and then peered over my shoulder,
“Are you a Catholic girl, Natalie?”
“No, master” he pulled away from my body and within less than a minute or two, a whip across my back struck me.
“ARGHHH! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?” My body jilted forward. I could tell from the numerous leather belts that landed on my body that he had his ‘cat-o-nine-tails’ out. In his other hand, he had, what felt like, a feather and caressed the spot where he beat me.
“OUCH!” he struck my thighs, but then tickled them with his feather afterwards.
He then returned to give my back another seeing-to. He continued to thrash my body and then brush the sting off over and over. The sensation was unbearable.
“Please, master, I am sorry. Please, it hurts”.
“Shut up, Cunt. You are here to serve me. I am enjoying myself.” He sharply replied.
I began to cry. I didn’t deserve to be beaten like this. He must of heard me sobbing because he repeatedly told me to ‘shut the fuck up, or else’. The ‘or else’ part worried me. Can it get any worse than this?
Thankfully, he eventually stopped,
“You look even better now. You’re my slut. Did you enjoy it?” I had tears streaming down my cheeks, “Answer me!” He walked in front of me and was right in my face. I looked to the ground. “ANSWER ME!” he screamed. It was the first time he had raised his voice.
“Yes, Master.” I muttered.
“You whore.” and with that he took a step back and with his right fist he swung for my left cheek. Blood was dripping from my nose and mouth and it mixed with the tears.
After his violent outburst, he got onto his knees in front of me and lifted my right leg over his left shoulder to expose my freshly waxed pussy. He then savagely inserted his index finger from his right hand up into my cunt.
“OWWW!” I screamed. He ripped out his finger and threw my leg to the floor.
“Well, considering your entire pussy is numb and soaking wet, yeah, I’d say you fucking loved it, you dirty slut.” He said feeling, some-what, pleased with himself.
“Have you done A-Levels before, Natalie?”
“I am studying for them just now, Master.” He then burst out in a fit of laughter. I was confused.
“HAVE YOU BEEN FUCKED UP THE SHIT-PIPE, YOU STUPID BITCH?!” he shouted in my face.
“Err, no, Master” I hesitated.
“Wait. You’re not a virgin, are you?” he asked while staring down at my pussy.
I didn’t reply. I was ashamed of not having sex before. All my friends had but not me. It wasn’t as though I wasn’t “ready” either, nor was I ugly, it’s just, I liked others to respect me, so that meant I had to respect myself. “Ohh, this day just keeps getting better and better. A sixteen year old virgin? My goodness.” I hanged my head down to the floor.
He walked behind me and started to stroke my legs and work his way up. His touch tingled. He caressed my tummy and worked up to my breasts,
“Perfect size, just enough to hold in my hands, and possibly my mouth”. He rubbed them together and then rolled each nipple between his thumb and middle finger whilst grinding his hard-on onto my ass; this made my nipples erect and my pussy even more wet. After that, he gently moved my hair so he was able to kiss my neck. His hands and fingers ran up and down my arms and he reached for the bar that my wrists were tightly attached to. He released the lock and my arms collapsed to my sides. I was free. I spotted the door and chased for it. I tried the handle but it was ajar. I pulled at it hard and to my delight it burst open. As I took my first few steps out of the hell-hole I met two massive black men. They both stood well over 6ft. They were dressed in the same clothing as the first man but had tinted shades on.
I punched and kicked them both and tried to move them out of my way, but it was no use. They stood like a solid wall with their arms crossed.
“Please, I’ve learnt my lesson. I am sorry.” I pleaded.
“Not this again,” Said my Master, “Please, men, adopt position one.” Before I had time to beg even more, I was face down on the floor with my hands twisted behind my back where they met my feet. I felt a man’s knee pressuring on top my back to hold me in place. A rough rope was tied around my wrists and the same with my ankles. They joined these roped together with another. I was completely bound. My Master appeared before and tied my hair back with a hairband.
“Get that stupid mutt out of my slight. If she wants to leave, throw her out. My Master dictated.
The two strong men picked me up and carried me outside.
“No, please don’t. I am begging you. I will do anything. Please, it is too cold.” My cry went unheard and to ensure I was seen and not heard to anyone else either, a dirty cloth was forced into my mouth and securely shut with a strip of duct tape. My eager eyes pleaded for the men not to leave me on the sidewalk. They didn’t. They stayed by my side a few yards away. It was a busy street; cars zooming up and down and pedestrians walking along the pavement. I didn’t recognize the street, nor any of the people the walked by, I have to admit that I was, some-what, relieved that none of my family nor school friends had seen me in the state and position I was in. The men were silent. One or two civilians tried to help me, but once they seen the two “bodyguards” they quickly fastened their step and moved on. I felt humiliated. Bystanders looking at me in disgust, other passers-by would snigger comments about how fine my ass looked and congratulated the two men whilst gulping at my exposed holes. I felt like I was lying on the pavement for hours when suddenly, one of the men clasped a handful of my hair and dragged me back. I tried to scream but it was no use. It was sore. Thankfully, after awful ordeal, I felt the warmth of the indoors.
“Move then, Bitch” One of the men said. I just laid there. I was unable to move, plus I didn’t know where to go. The man began to drag me with my hair again across the rough carpet. The sensation was horrible and it burned like hell. The other man politely knocked on the door and waited patiently for a request to come inside. It was the original room we were in. The man threw me to the floor on my stomach.
“How was your little break of fresh air? You can’t say I, we, are depriving you of sunlight, can you not? I wouldn’t want to think we were dehydrating or staving you either. So, if you care to look to your right you see a nice bowl of pedigree food. Now for the fluid.” My master stepped in front of me and began to unzip his combats. I knew what was about to happen. I vigorously shook my head.
“Open up, Girl” he said with a wide grin on this face indicating for me to open my mouth. I was staring up at him but instead of reaching for his cock and spun around and reached for a basin of freezing cold water.
“HAHAHA! Embrace it, Bitch” he snarled as he threw litres of freezing cold water all over my naked body. My eyes clenched shut. I shivered. I couldn’t open my mouth so I had to inhale deep breaths through my nose. My lovely long locks were now all damp and knotted. I cried. It felt like my heart stopped when the first drop of water hit my cold and tender body. The 3 men just laughed in my face. While I was recovering from the impulsing shock my master told me that while I was out he had been getting set up.
“I am sorry, Alec. I know I promised you first go, but I can’t allow you to take this whore’s virginity,” My master explained. Alec was the man who dragged me by the hair around the building. “Please, Les, if you may?” My master asked as he pointed at me. Les looked the youngest out of the three men; he was the “polite” door knocker. He straddled the back of my head and began to untie the ropes. After they were loose, my arms and legs collapsed the hard floor. He got off the back of my shoulders, knelt in front of me, raised my head and ripped the tape from my face. My head then thudded the surface and I spat out the dirty material.
“Natalie, would you care to hop onto this piece of apparatus?” suggested my Master. I hesitated.
“Or, perhaps you need to dry off outside?” And with that I quickly rose from the floor and walked toward him. The end of Part 1, leave comments etc and let me know what you think.
Constructive criticism alway appreciated.
Regards,
Natalie

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10 ways to get laid in oakland, ca

10 Ways to Get Laid in Oakland, California:
Practical Aid for Young Heterosexual Males with Low Income and Average Looks
By Misha Firer
1. Writing Group
Rudimentary principle of engagement (hitched to the rubric “Writing Group.” Online resources: SF Station, Craigslist.com. Also, see 6): compensate the car-less and houseless loser-hood with fluffy verbatim of cult authors’ prophecies inspired by their consumption of lysergic acid diethylamide. Image: benign undiscovered genius. Dress code: shabby, but elegant. Don narrow-framed glasses, super-gel $15 haircut, don’t shave for three days, bring double-spaced personal essay (can be shoplifted from anywhere on Internet) as introduction. Look out for real geniuses; if on the premises, find another group. Useful resource: Stanislavski Principle (available in Oakland Public Library). Meeting one: locate the post-industrial-capitalism-bashing, bashful epistolary buff. Likely candidate would be: neo-gothic, unconscious in choice of clothes, kinky, prone to bouts of ennui, or/and depression. Meeting one conclusion: set up an email exchange for innocent flirtation. Suggested authors for borrowing snappy lines: Will Self, Martin Amis, Haruki Murakami (available in English translation). Meeting two: cement the melancholic, aloof image. Impress, impress, impress. Casually invite your pick to a reading by a famous fraud in your local bookstore (Diesel on Telegraph Avenue or Barnes & Noble on Jack London Square). Later on invite to a Mexican eatery. Downplay your lack of finances. Let your date pay for you. Remark on the margins: sentimentality equals pornography. Granted, gear bullshitting (intelligently lubricated) towards parental traumas that compelled you to start writing. Further suggestion: father abandoning pregnant mother. Possibility for dramatization: finding AWOL dad years later. Take a walk. Your carefully staged aloofness has just been paid off. Your silences speak volumes. From hereon let yourself be guided. She is thoroughly enchanted. Your stoic stainless steel aura is galvanized by sudden bursts of creative inspirations. Share them, although it’s against your nature. She has been chosen. Continue along the same lines with common sense, while heading for your artist studio. Probability of getting laid that night (statistic based on the author’s and four other individuals’ experience): 88%.
2. Coffee Shop
Average starting salary: $7 per hour (fluctuates in $1 range). Expect additional income in tips (anywhere from $5 to $30 per shift). Form of payment: paychecks. Requirements for application: rudimentary ability to provide customer service; minimum IQ coefficient 60; references (complimentary, not obligatory). You will be taught to operate espresso machine (a blind from birth first-grader would be able to master) and register (computer keyboard principle). Why you should be interested: 70-80% of employees are college-age females. Warning: sexual harassment proliferates; thus if you move impulsively in your courting efforts you will lose your job. Notwithstanding: solid profligacy on the working side of counter will encourage you. That said, it is strongly recommended not to hasten tempted by proximity of boyfriend-less, faux-sophisticated females in their late teens and early twenties. Remember: God (Christian, Muslim and Jewish) rewards those who are patient. But waste no time, do your research (it is also said that God rewards those who help themselves). Compile the list of your unattached co-employees. Carefully befriend each one. Advice: read Dale Carnegie (available in all bookstores and libraries of Oakland). Learn their interests (centered on TV shows) and use that information for all its worth for your innocent flirtations. Warning: be conscious of what you say, for rumoring is the most popular entertainment there. Your choice would be: a student of anthropology struggling to shoulder the tuition bills, undecided regarding the vector of her adult life, quiet, hard-working, but perennially grumpy for she definitely deserves a better-paying job. Your relationship with the manager is impeccably congenial. Thus you arrange to work on the same shift with your pick. Recommendation: invite her for the date no sooner than the third co-shift. Invite to an inexpensive, fancy-looking restaurant. Align your life hardships with hers (college unpaid bills, uncertainties in reference to the imminent future). You are both inflicted with the same dream-shattering-cruel-fucked-up-world syndrome. Reiterating statement: excessive sentiments equal pornography. Advice: be yourself, but more so, more like her. Chances of winding up in sack after the dinner: 75% (statistic based on the author’s experience and cases of at least nine individuals). If you fail, set up next date a week hence. Spend your work time inquiring into the dating prospects with other female co-workers whilst cementing your relationship of kin spirits with your initial pick. Observation: if the second date doesn’t wind up with carnality, the chances are you have blown it.
3. “Raiders” (contributed by Chip W.)
“Raiders,” our local Oakland football team has lost — if I’m not mistaken — fourteen games in a row, and yet it still has a substantial number of adherents. Here, in particular, I wish to concentrate on the female group of supporters (and I don’t mean cheerleaders).
I work in a downtown office, two blocks from the Estuary. I don’t remember how exactly I heard (or overheard) this interesting piece of scoring information, but in reference to it I’m a living proof of its effectiveness.
About four years ago, when the lofts peaked in architectural fashion and high-tech boom still promised eternal profits, they built a whole bunch of them on the outskirts of downtown, near Jack London Square. After the Dot-com Bubble popped, the lofts remain largely unoccupied. Except for one three-story concrete monstrosity (102 Jackson St., corner of 3rd St), which “Raiders” team purchased in order to provide temporary accommodations for their new players. Consequently it became Mecca for chicks that want to hit with big bucks. Come Friday or Saturday night and you can see an incredible amount of chicks milling around the building, waiting to be admitted for some action.
Here’s what you have to do if you want to get a piece of action for yourself. Procure a parking permit to park on the ground floor. It’s kind of hard, but possible. I hooked up with the proprietor (a very likable Norwegian) of the “America Ground” café located on the same block and “leased” his parking spot for $200 a month.
Here’s how it works. You’re one of the “Raiders” employees. You’re dressed in your office garbs. You drive an inexpensive car, no need for anything fancy. Slowly you near the building, stop and begin to fumble in your pocket or wherever looking for the remote control to open the gates to the ground floor garage (the Norwegian would kindly provide you with once you “lease” his spot). Immediately the chicks flock to you and ask, well, basically beg you to usher them in. You say, “Come on in, but I can’t promise you anything. The guys must be booked for tonight.” But those chicks are really desperate! You have a carful of boiling hormones and in you drive.
You park at some empty spot with white print that says “Raiders’ Management” and lead them to the entrance of the building. You tell them to wait by the elevator, while you go up and talk to the guys. The girls squeal happily, while you keep your cool. For you it’s business as usual. Ten minutes later you return and say, “No luck, girls. But tomorrow for sure. There’s an important game and guys will wish to relax after it. I guarantee to get you in.” You are their guarding angel. You have chosen them for this, ahem, privilege. Thus you need payment in advance. Naturally. And the chances are you
The catch is you can fool them once, twice, then this whole gathering has its eyes on you the fraud. So it’s not a long-term thing. But for a short-term, you’ll get more than you have ever hankered for!
4. Soccer
Locations: McArthur Park, Wednesdays 6PM; Ohlone Park Tuesdays 7PM; Piedmont High School Saturdays 12PM and Sundays 4PM. Reason: unisex teams. Level of players’ skills: zero to moderate. Requirements: very basic physical form. Ability to run: not obligatory, but complimentary. Knowledge of rules: will be taught on the premises. Equipment: sneakers, shorts, T-shirt. Cleats are encouraged. Don’t forget to bring drinking water. Tip: never forget to apologize loudly each time you lose the ball to the opposite team or inadvertently push/tackle/hit a player. Team spirit: moderate to high. Rules of engagement: just show up and articulate your wish to play. Author’s recommendation: Piedmont High School. Percentage of unattached female players: 40. Catch: you have to be 30+. Exception: two players below the age 30 are allowed for each of four teams. Complication: memorizing names of all players in your team (eleven by the rule, but the actual number varies). Why: while yelling for the “pass” it is handy to know the name of the person who currently is in the possession of the ball (also, see Dale Carnegie). Once you get a knack at the game (a less violent version of football only you use feet instead of hands), you will see how to get leverage with your female co-players. It is simple: always moon around the gates of the opposite team and wait for the ball. The person who scores the goal gets all the laurels. Average amount of goals per game from both sides: 4. Thus: double score = an absolute hero. Turn on: dribbling (ability to bypass the steam-rolling players of the opposite team), sweating (both smell and texture; T-shirt clinging to the body etc), panting (not too heavily), yelling on the run (killer line: “George, pass it on, for Christ’s sake!”). Best time to strike: on the break/at the end of the game. Quality of the female players: varies — sporty to lumpy. Competition: males are blissfully centered on the game. Multiple dating: guaranteed. Bed: close to 100% (statistic based on the feedback from twelve individuals including the author).
5. Lake Merritt
Parameters: S-shaped, diameter: 10.5 miles. McArthur Boulevard and Webster St. on the East, 10th Street on the West. Connects to the Estuary via underground aqueduct. Office buildings along the North side. Residential middle class neighborhoods on the South: your fishing grounds. Reason: lone female walkers. Competition: Discmen. Requirements: any outfit that can categorize you as “doing sports exercises.” Attention: do not approach joggers; they are the elitist group of amateur athletes. Turn off: cigarettes, glasses, hands in pockets. Turn on: glazed eyes, bared muscles (if you have none, refrain from wearing tight T-shirts), springy gait. Rules of engagement: say “hello” and proceed to speak about healthy way of life. Timely confession: how you changed your ill ways and got reborn through walking/jogging/running. Still better: organic diet. Resources: browse Internet for calorie accumulation/calorie burning data. Especially effective on: weighty walkers comprise 75% out of total number (statistic based on five individuals:). Your co-walker would be: in her late 20s/early 30s, college-educated, has a sedentary job, spends approximately 4 hours per day on the coach in front of the TV, sleeps approximately 9 hours per day. Your offer: walk together from now on. Reason: your man’s company is better than her Discman’s. Average number of failures before the initial success: 3. Perfect place to go on a date: café in the Organic Food Emporium on Shattuck Avenue. Also consider: kayaking in the Estuary, swimming pool on Telegraph Avenue, skating rink on 19th Street. Author’s recommendation: hiking expedition in Point Reyes or around Diablo Mountain. Note on the margin: from thereof she is all yours.
6. Craigslist.com (with contributions from Chip W., Derek L. and Lou B.)
What is it: five years ago, a young San Francisco entrepreneur had foundered an Internet site that featured employment, real estate and dating sections. Henceforth it expanded and now it is the most popular resource for classified ads in Bay Area. Why: because things date-wise are happening online, especially on Craigslist (granted you reside in Bay Area; population: 5 million people).
Chip W. “Basically there’re two options on Craigslist for a straight guy to get laid. There’s “Women Looking for Men” (for the romantically-inclined) and my favorite “Casual Encounters.” The latter features a horde of mega-horny and ultra-perverted males looking to fuck and pronto, please. If you decide to put your ad up on “Casual Encounters” — exaggerate, exaggerate, exaggerate. And even then you’re competing with approximately thirty m4f ads per hour (compare to two-three f4m ads per day). After reading these two-line masterpieces of sheer grossness, (example: “my engorged 7-inch dick will fuck your pussy, and if you have fewer than five orgasms in a row I’ll pay you a hundred bucks. Dublin area. Will travel within a seventy mile radius”) I’ve never even bothered to try. What you need here is patience. You got to perennially track down the brand new f4m ads from your job computer and immediately respond to them. Prepare a standard letter that you will send to each one of them. Plus take a digital naked pic of your body (face is not really required), so it would be at hand once you are asked for it. Misha Firer is a statistical buff, and he asked me to appraise the guys’ chances. The truth of the matter — it depends. Basically it’s all about your persistency. You got to work on it every day, especially concentrate on weekends. I would say, at least two weeks to secure first lay. But once you get hang of it, it’ll go faster. Who you are dealing with here are jaded divorcée professionals with extra pounds who lead an insulated lifestyle, either new to the area, or too disillusioned by its night-scene. Count on one-night stand. She probably won’t have any desire to see you again. I’ve gotten laid three times and quit, because I found a girlfriend (offline).”
Derek L. “I disagree with Chip regarding posting ads on “Casual Encounters” – it does work in a long run. He’s right though it requires persistency. Post any crazy-shit ad every day for a couple of weeks in a row and you’ll get responses. My first success was a teenage chick, a Lenney College student. She was a bit on the overweight side, but wild as animal. Pinned me down to the bed, worked me over. Awesome. Then I had a string of other “casual encounters.” It’s true you won’t meet a supermodel here, but you’ll get your share of fun. I like “Women Looking for Men” section better though. It has a human side. You hook up and converse for a while via emails. Then, telephone calling routine. This way, it’s more like a hunting game, if you know what I mean. Then you go for a date to a restaurant. Who you meet is, naturally, somewhat far less attractive than what you had imagined. Fantasy, my friends, is our greatest enemy. From then on it’s the ordinary reality-TV stuff. What I like though is that chicks write a goddamn vita curriculum in their postings. So you know who she is, whether she is worth spending your time and money on. I met my current girlfriend through “Women Looking for Men.” She’s cool. But before I met her I had imagined someone still cooler 🙂
Threads from “Romance” Forum on Craigslist.com
Chip W.: I agree with scientists in viewing romantic love as a composition of chemicals in the brain, having the same propensity and direct connectivity with sex. The former is nothing but a borsch of serotonin, dopamine and adrenaline.
Lou B.: Yes, and it serves an evolutionary function. There’s this ongoing competition read survival of the fittest for the female attentions. The female chooses a better-evolved male to bear a child. But females being human make mistakes, thus I think abortion is a very important prop for sustaining the principle of evolution. They say that current low rate of births is damaging society-wise. But I say it only strengthens society, because even if there are fewer children, they are genetically better.
Derek L.: That’s fascism, Lou. You are a fucking Nazi. Low rate of births is a matter of economics, not evolution. Personally, I think it’s pure selfishness.
Lou B.: Well, I can label you back. You are a sexist and a barbarian to throw in. You wish to relinquish individual conscious choice of a woman.
Derek L: Yes. Nature knows better.
Lou B.: You see, I told you – sexist and barbarian.
Chip W.: I think the greatest discovery of the 20th century was the discovery of the inexistence of soul. Our concept of romantic love is an atavistic leftover from our uncivilized past. One day, I believe, we’ll learn how to control “love” chemicals and everyone can be happily in love at will.
Derek L.: They had already invented it. It’s a drug called “ecstasy” (MDMA.)
Lou B.: Hey Lou, do you think women really believe in non-scientific love. Do they really believe in existence of “soul mate”?
Lou B.: Some do. Not that many. You see it’s hard to believe in it, when the social norms deny (even if indirectly) the existence of soul.
7. “Acupuncture & Massage Center”
Location: corner of 19th Street and Webster St. For whom it may concern: those who have abandoned hope to find a lady company for tonight/any night. How it may concern you: you can ask for a “special favor.” Note: fulfillment of “special favors” is not strongly encouraged by the management. Chances of being agreed on providing more than official service: 70% (statistic based on the feedback from seven customers including the author). Price of massage: $40. The massagers: foreign-born Asian women in their early and mid 30s. When to ask for “special favor”: at the end of séance. How to increase your chances: be courteous with the ladies, be well groomed (nice haircut, neat clothes etc.) Also: smile a lot. Warning: do not let them confuse you with an undercover cop. Thus: do not ask questions concerning the establishment, its management, workers’ country of origin and their status (legal/illegal) in America. Remember: the massagers are NOT obliged to provide you with any extra services. Suggested line of inquiry: “I still feel really tired and would like to have a more thorough massage.” If your massager concedes to your carnal desire, you will be escorted to the second (top) floor. There are two sparsely furnished rooms there. Payment: $100 for ½ hour. Suggestion: leave $20 tip – don’t burn bridges behind you. No’s: kissing on the lips, asking for kinky services (anal intercourse, spanking, watersports etc). Yes’s: straight sex with a condom, coming twice, body kissing.
Chip W. comments. “There’re actually six full-time brothels within four square blocks of that Massage Center. The total number of the brothels in the city of Oakland is mind-boggling: more than McDonald’s, Burger King and Wendy’s branches put together! Three days ago, on the way out of one of them (corner of 46th and Telegraph Avenue) I was spoken to by one of its clients, “Dead organics [a restaurant meal in this context C.W.] are at least ten times cheaper than live organics. Un-fucking-believable. Our great Western civilization is dead.”
8. Bar “Van Kleefe”
Location: 21st St. and Telegraph Av. Age of consent: 21 and older. Whom to expect: downtown workers relaxing after 9-to-5 routine, local artists, swinger couples, occasionally tourists. Note on the margin: the dining hall of seven candle-lit tables located behind the bar is a museum of random antique items (seventeen models of brass kettles set on a shelf; three-foot high bowling balls and six-foot statue of a Egyptian she-wolf seated on the floor; European paintings painted in oil featuring 19th century ships engaged in cannon-pummeling, smoke-blowing sea battles and newspaper clippings with pictures of three generations of torso-naked American boxers on the walls etc, etc). Atmosphere: semi-dark, intimate in a sinister way. Author’s characterization: fetishism of cultural displacement. Best time to come: Fridays. Why: swinger couples throng in droves (well, actually, in loose couples). Venue: a she-male Argentinean duo singing Celine Dion and Whitney Houston hits. How to avoid a fight with quasi-jealous, intoxicated husbands: know thy allies and listen to their directions. Your allies: an African-American, Ray Charles-imitating (dark glasses and everything) dude who checks your picture ID at the entrance; proprietor, a sleazy middle-aged Dutch (Ron Van Kleefe) with an eternal grin imprinted on his elongated face (check out his girlfriend: an ash blond with breast implants). Rules of engagement: offer to buy a drink, while carefully refraining from casting sidelong looks at the husband, who is consciously (but painfully) disregards anyone who hits on his wife. What you have to offer: variety to her monogamy. Advice: talk at ease; never mention the husband’s presence (who, the chances are, is hitting on the bartender). Beware: don’t go overboard — use common sense. Good, but somewhat stale, joke: “Are these singers men or women?” Remember: you are NOT hitting on someone else’s wife. This is NOT adultery, because both parties (husband & wife) do this in mutual consent. Best time to bid a retreat: 1AM (the bar closes at 1:30AM). Place of retreat: always yours. Statistics for getting laid: depends on your womanizing skills. Subjective note: you got to be a sucker to go home empty-handed.
9. “Lenney” College
Location: a square block with Surf St. on the East, 9th St. on the West; next to Alameda Tunnel. Why: because three campus buildings feature the highest concentration of females under age 25 in Oakland. How to apply: online. Check www.lenneycollege.com for details. Tuition: varies. Grants: available. Suggestion: you can enroll (high school diploma required) for concurrent studies. This way you pay only $400 per course and can take any number at will with no obligations towards accumulation of degree and at the same time you legitimize your presence on the campus. Warning: do not lose your head. Especially popular with/populated by minorities: African Americans, Philippine-Americans, Chinese-Americans, Latin-American-Americans. Your best deal: out-of-town wide-eyed teenagers. Note: there is a government-sponsored program for the children of farm workers to study at “Lenney.” Number: uncertain. Apply your urban, urbane polish. Note: many students can hardly afford to rent residential space without sharing with roommates. Think in terms of your privileges: car/apartment/knowledge of localities etc. Further note: it is a progressive college. Currently profligacy is at record high (see, statistical appraisals in Lenney College Library). All-time favorite activity of the students: get drunk on Bud light and have sex with nameless bodies. What you can offer: about the same as male students. But: you have more life experience. Suggestion: offer to help with homework. Level of studies: primitive. Notice: do not appear too smart or too obsolete. Places to strike: lecture halls, hallways, lawns (feature an incredible amount of bikini-clad tanning students throughout the day). Conclusion: possibly best place to get laid in town while following all the standard rules of engagement.
10. Piedmont Shopping Mall
Piedmont is a rich neighborhood located on the east ridge of the Berkeley Hill. It has its own municipality, and always has striven to disconnect itself (futilely) from Oakland, which has an ill repute of the most criminal town in Bay Area. Why it may concern you: desperate housewives who have workaholic husbands. Piedmont features a splendid two-story shopping mall, where the above-mentioned wealthy (and equally insouciant) housewives tend to congregate. Why it is the hardest call in this list: they are afraid to lose their wealth (or at least some of it) through infidelity. Requires: a lion share of guts. Thing/or two to remember: any one of them can bring sexual harassment charges against you without batting an eye (even, if you succeed to have consented sex); jealous husbands (or the detectives hired to monitor wayward wives) might be on the premises. That said it’s a temptation hard to resist. Why: women are exceptionally beautiful, they keep expensive (and equally successful) diets, exercise regularly, dress sharply, wear dazzling mascara. Average age: 30-35. Most have children. Another serious impediment: women also rigorously monitor one another for the sake of gossiping and/or blackmail. Tips for the brave ones: approach casually, coolly, confidently; do not project desire, put the emphasis on your relative pennilessness; have a ready explanation how you wound up in this mall (best bet: because of your job). Do NOT invite for a date. What you want is no-strings-attached string of encounters to build up a sensation of security in her. Be extremely careful, but don’t get paranoid. Use common sense. With equal probability this can lead you to a most glamorous night in your life or/and to a jail cell. Chances to procure a lay: no feedback from those who tried whatsoever. Attention: the Author relinquishes any responsibility for the results of your courting efforts with the Piedmont women in regard to its sheer unpredictability and possible legal complications. Note: the Author strongly discourages to try all those who are self-insecure and especially those who have foul temper (further no-no list available upon a request).

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Trafficked Love Ch. 21

— THIS STORY CONTAINS EXPLICIT CONTENT AND VULGAR LANGUAGE. It is fictional and does not depict real people or events. — Call girl, Angel, believes there’s nothing nothing more to life than what she is doing now. But when she falls in love with an undercover cop, and things get heated between her and her pimp, Angel searches for answers. Is this really all she is destined for? Could she escape if she wanted to? Would the outside world accept her if she left this lifestyle behind?

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Tali is Reunited with her Father Luka; Part 2

Chapter 3;
Luka wrapped his arm around her as he stroked her sides making her shiver, Tali smiled and laid her head on his lap, putting it right over his cock finding it the comfiest position. When he saw what was on TV he instantly began to feel blood rush to his cock making him groan silently. He stroked down to her legs ad Tali bit her lip spreading her legs a little loving the way his hands felt against her body. He didnt want to insinuate anything but his mind was screaming out to just touch her.
Tali laid there as her father continued to stroke his hand up and down her inner thigh, purposely rubbing his thumb up against her panty covered pussy. He bit his lip as he could feel the wetness and groaned his cock becoming harder. Tali spread her legs a little more not knowing what was happening but enjoying the attention, she felt her father begin to rub her clit from the outside of her panties and she gasped closing her eyes and let him touch her.
Luka couldn’t control his hands right now, he slid a finger into the side of her thong and rubbed his finger up and down her slit, he slowly slid his finger into her pussy and her moan sent him crazy, as he fingered her his thumb rubbed her clit and he looked down to see her eyes closed and her hips thrusting up in pleasure. He loved his daughter dearly, but now he was realising he loved her more than a father should. As he penetrated her, Tali began moaning and thrusting down onto his hand, sending shivers through her body, she now realized her fantasy of being pleased by her father where coming true and she didnt want it to stop.
Next thing Luka saw was Tali sitting up and undoing his jeans pushing them and his boxers down as her mouth wrapped around his cock, moaning out loud he grabbed a fist full of hair and thrusted his cock deep into her throat, he knew she had done this before as she didnt gag, instead she just sucked like her life intended. As they continue to give each other Oral sex, Tali felt her dad get rougher with her ad she moaned around his cock making him growl in pleasure, soon enough her orgasm hit and her body tensed her pussy squeezed around his finger and she came hard.
Luka removed his fingers from her as he licked them clean groaning at the taste, she stopped sucking his cock and moved over straddling his waist and pushed her thong to the side rubbing her lubricated pussy against his cock ”Daddy fuck me please.. please” she whispered in his ear and before he could answer or just as he was about to speak a moan left his mouth as she slammed all of his cock and buried it deep in her pussy.
Tali gasped and moaned out loud as her pussy was filled with her dads cock. She wiggled around as she got used to the thickness of him, she realized he wasn’t as big as most the guys she’d fucked but the thickness of him made up for it, and he was bent so he could hit her g-spot. He laid her down and began pounding in and out of her in earnest. She began screaming in pleasure which only made him go harder. His eyes shut as they embraced in a passionate yet heated kiss and he groaned into her lips.
She couldn’t help but orgasm a second time as her back arched and her nails dug into his back just sending him even crazier. Her body fell down a little as they kept fucking and she cried out ”Daddy! Oh god.. Mmm suck my titties… yes thats it” Her cries probably would be heard by neighbours if they had some. Luka was driving himself in and out of her so roughly the couch was moving with each of his thrusts. As he looked at the clock he realized they’d been at this for 2 hours nearly and he was nearing his climax ”Shit squirt i’m gonna cum.. i need to pull out” But before he could pull out, her legs had wrapped around him tightly and her heels pushed him deeper into her pussy as she moaned softly, her voice began to break as she heard him grunt and tense up and felt the hot spurts of his cum into her pussy. She couldn’t believe it and neither could he, as he finally finished cumming he stopped his thrusts and fell on top of her.
Tali’s mind was going crazy as she hugged her muscular dad to her. Her eyes closed, her breathing heavy neither of them spoke as another hour went by. Finally Luka pulled out of her with a squelching sound and she opened her eyes looking up. ”Daddy?” she whispered as she saw his eyes where still closed so she couldn’t see if he’d liked it or not. Luka opened his eyes and smiled softly at her kissing her lips ”I love you too squirt” as if he’d read her mind, standing up he took her hand and walked up to his room with her where they fucked for another 4 times that night.
Waking up the next morning Tali’s body ached horribly and she got out the bed and looked at herself in the mirror and gasped, she had bruises on her hips and inbetween them. Groaning she got back into bed and snuggled back up to her father who wrapped his arm around her tightly and they slept another couple of hours..
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Teaching The Options

Margaret and I straightened our clothes. She said she would get me home, so we climbed into her smart car, and she drove over to the Faculty House parking lot, where Marcia was waiting in my SUV. Margaret left her little car in her designated parking space.

Fantasy

Hotel Whore

It was early evening and I was a passenger in our people carrier, along with my mum, aunty, my son Rob, and his girlfriend Kari. The driver being my husband Chas. We were on our way back from a show we had been to.
We had been driving for about one and a half hours when Dave said he was parched and could do with a drink. We all agreed.
At the next pub we came to we pulled into the car park. It looked quite a rundown place on the outskirts of a small town. Chas parked the car and we went inside.
The inside wasn’t any better than the outside, being scruffy, with rough wooden floorboards, and tatty looking furniture. A rather seedy looking place in all.
As we were only stopping for a couple of drinks this didn’t bother us much.
We went over to the bar, and ordered our drinks and sat at the bar. I looked along the bar and noticed a man looking at us; he smiled when he saw me looking.
He looked about in his late thirties to forty. He had quite a muscular body and was wearing tight jeans and a tee shirt showing the muscles in his arms and legs.
Chas saw me looking and said to me “I bet you would like his cock between your legs wouldn’t you?” the others laughed and I said, “Too right I would.”
He must have heard what we said and walked over and asked if he could buy us all a drink, vodka and orange I replied the others had lager.
He sat down beside us and started chatting. He told us his name was Adam, and asked where we had come from. My mum and Chas told him we had been to a show.
Adam was looking at my bare legs, as I had quite a short dress on, so I said “Do you like what you see?” and parted my legs slightly.
The others were grinning at what I was up to. He smiled and as a reply pulled my dress up further showing all my panties, then he put his hand on my leg and slide it up the smooth bare skin until he reached my thong.
He looked at Chas, who grinned and nodded to him, so he then started to rub my cunt through the thin material, then pulled them aside and inserted a finger up my shaven cunt.
My mouth opened slightly and I gave a soft moan. Chas on the other side saw this, unbuttoned the top of my dress exposing my tits, and put one hand in and started squeezing and playing gently with them.
The barman had a wide grin on his face, and leaned across the bar to my mum and said, “They’ll have a good time with her, looks like she likes to get a good fucking.”
My mum laughed, and said, “Yes, she does. A couple of weeks ago she was stripped naked at a pub down where we live after she lost a game of pool, then the guy she had played fucked her over the pool table as the prize.
Most of the locals had a go with her as well and one even fucked her ass with a pool cue.”
The barman laughed and said “Christ what a fucking slag.”
After another drink, Adam said “Why don’t we go and have some fun, I know a place not to far from here.”
We were all up for this, and we were all soon in the cars. The guys in the back with me were having fun touching me up, mum had to drive.
We arrived at this rather rundown hotel in what looked like a rough area of the town, parked up and went inside.
Adam went up to the counter and asked the guy behind it for a room. He looked across at me and grinned.
“Twenty quid for the night” he said. We handed over the cash and then headed for the lift, the counter guy looking at my legs and ass as we walked to it, especialy as Adam had his hand up the back of my dress causing it to lift up showing my thong and his hand on the almost bare cheeks of my ass .
Once in the lift between floors, Adam pressed the stop button and they soon had their hands all over me. My mum shouted,
“Come on guys, strip the slut naked then.”
My dress was soon off, followed immediately by my thong. Their hands were all over my nakedness, exploring my cunt and ass, pinching and squeezing my tits and nipples.
I was pushed down on to my knees by Adam and told to get his cock out and suck it, I did this sliding it between my red lips, and boy was it good as he fucked my face, I was taking his whole length in and licking and nibbling around his balls.
He pulled out before he cum, as he said he wanted to empty his load in my cunt or ass in a short while. All the while Chas and Rob were playing with my tits and cunt while the women watched.
We started the lift off again and when at our floor got out and made our way to our room. I did not mind one bit that I was still naked in the corridor on show to anybody who might come along.
In the room the men soon had their clothes off and joined me on the bed. I was one hot slut, willing to do anything they wanted me too.
Chas soon had my legs bent over his shoulders ramming a cock up my juicy cunt.
Adam was next in line, turning me over into doggy position and fucking me furiously from behind.
Rob couldn’t wait his turn and went around my front and shoved his fat cock in my mouth.
Adam pulled out of my cunt and told me he was going to fuck my tight ass hole. He rubbed his cock over my ass hole then pushed it in slowly until it was in to the hilt, then started to fuck me hard.This was making me suck even harder on Rob,s cock. Chas had positioned his self under me and had his cock in my cunt again, now all three holes were filled.
Just then there was a knock on the door. My mum walked over and answered it, opening it wide not caring that I was in full view of anybody there or walking by.The desk guy was standing there with a broad grin on his face as he looked in at me naked, on the bed, having all my holes fucked.
“I just came to see if everything is all right, but I can see it is.” he said staring at me and listening to me telling the guys to fuck this slut good, and fill my holes with cum.
My mum said, “Yea fine, why don’t you come in and join us, the sluts got enough for everyone.”
He didn’t take telling twice, and was soon naked on the bed with us. They each took turns with me, fucking my ass, cunt or mouth.While one was shagging me, others were biting my tits or pinching my nipples, doing whatever they wanted to do to me. Even Kari got in on the act, saying she wasn’t missing out on a good fucking and before long was naked besides me with Ron giving her a good seeing to in both her holes. After he had cum in her ass, she turned to me and told me to lick her asshole out. So as Rob was pounding my cunt, I was sucking all the cum out of his girlfriends ass.
After they were all knackered, I still wanted more, as I was lay on the bed, my legs still wide apart fingering myself.
The deskman said “You know what, I recon we could make some money with this fucking slag,” “what you saying,” Chas said.
“Well as you can see, this isn’t exactly the Ritz” he said, “And I’m sure a lot of the people here would pay to fuck or do whatever with the slag. As long as it’s not to much cash”
They looked over to me as I was now frigging my self-hard with a large vibrator that I kept in my handbag while Kari was sat on my face and I was sucking on her cunt.
Chas nodded to Rob,and mum, who nodded back, and then said “sure, why not. The tart likes alot more cock than shes just had, every now and then. ” The deskman got dressed and said, “Wait here why I go and check it out.”
Chas, Rob,and Adam got dressed while he was away, and told me to stay with the women. While they were away I had a good time with Kari. Both of us kissing and fisting each other, then licking each others cunts out of all the cum. After about ten minuets they came back and said “Right, lets go, we’ve already got a few customers.”
I had heard their plan and was keen to play, as I was as horny as hell thinking about all the fucking I was going to get, and from the women telling me how much they were going to enjoy watching it.
Mum grabbed me by the arm and pulled me off the bed, and out of the room followed by my aunty and Kari who had now dressed.The deskman who said his name was Ron, took us to another room and knocked on the door.
Two men opened it, and on seeing me there naked said, “Come on in.”
Ron said “First things first, ten quid each for fifteen minutes, you can do what you like to her in that time.”
They paid and I was pushed in. They did not waste any of their fifteen minuets, and soon I was on all fours and a cock at both ends was pummelling in to me.
I was bucking back and forth as to get as much cock up me as possible. They made the most of their time using my body as a fuck toy as they fucked all my holes in turn, mauled and molested my tits, and spanked my ass untill my ass cheeks were glowing red. Finally, both of them filling me with their hot cum.
The fifteen minuets were soon up, and we made our way to another room. This time it was a man and women.First the man fucked my ass, and then the women strapped on a 12-inch dildo and gave my soggy cunt a good stretching.I shouted what a fucking bitch she was which earned me a slap across the face and my nipples to be twisted and pinched causing me to scream out loud.
“Do you like that whore” she said,
“Yes, yes, do it more, slap my tits as well,” I gasped.
A grin spread across her face as she slapped me again across the face several more times and slapped and mauled my tits as she rammed her artificial cock in further and harder up my cunt. After, She gave my naked cunt a good slapping as well. I cum several more times from this, moaning out loud as I did. She loved treating me like this. All the while all the men watched. The three women loved watching me be abused and humilliated by this women.
All the time between rooms I was paraded naked, with the fresh cum dribbling out of my holes and all over my used body.
The men had written across my belly “FuckSlut for sale” and “These holes for hire” above my ass and cunt.
The next room we came to had three men in, and when they saw me they said to Ron “How about a deal,” “What do you have in mind,” Ron said.
They said there were several of their mates in other rooms, so how about a price for a group booking. Every body laughed, and they agreed a price to abuse my body.
I was taken down to the dining room where there was more room, while the three men went and fetched their mates.
In all about 20 men appeared in the dining room and all eyes were fixed on me as I was standing there starkers, in just my highheels, my legs apart and my hands on my hips.
“A few mates,” I said, looking at all these men.
“You’ll fuck who we say. A fucking big cunted whore like you can cope with that lot and more, so shut the fuck up bitch,” Ron replied.
Ron took the money and mum grabbed hold off me by the hair and threw me on the floor at their feet.
“Here’s the fucking whore slut for your use she said, do what ever you want with her until you’ve had enough.”
“Anything we want,” one of them asked.
“Yes. You can fuck any of her holes, slap or whip her tits, ass, and cunt, wank on her, have her lick your ass. Hell, even piss all over the cunt if you want.” mum replied.
My aunty tossed an empty beer bottle to me and told me to wank my self off with it, put on a show for them while they stripped off.I picked up the bottle and started to use it on my cunt, holding onto the neck and pushing the wider end in and out of my cunt.
“Fucking hell” one said, “Look at the dirty cunt take all that bottle” to laughter all round. Next I used the neck end up my ass.
“Yea, I bet not even all our cocks will be able to satisfy that fucking slut,” another added.
“Well give it a go. I want to see the whore fucked bandy, her ass and cunt hole streched and destroyed,” my mum told them.
“Yea, you guys have payed to use the slut, so fuck the shit out of her,” Chas added.
“We will mate. She’ll have to crawl out on her belly after we’ve finished fucking her,” a guy replied.
I was moaning all the time as I shafted my self with the bottle. When they were all ready, there were men all over me, fucking my body in all positions.There were cocks up my ass, cunt and in my mouth. Several times all three orifices were filled at the same time.I was enjoying sucking cock and licking all around their balls, also licking from their balls up the crack to their ass holes, some men even sat on me with their ass by my mouth so I could lick them while they wanked their cocks between my tits.
The men loved this as my tongue licked all around their ass then as I pushed my tongue up as far as I could up their ass hole.
Men where quite often shagging my ass while I done this, which caused my face to be pushed right down between their ass cheeks. I could see Kari had got in on the act. She was naked and was being fucked from behind by Chas while she sucked some other guy off.
There were now alot more people who was joining in fucking me, and alot more there just watching, and also a lot taking pictures or video of the whole event. I couldn’t help but think of all the people who were going to see me. A fortytwo year old married women, naked and being gangfucked and abused by dozens of people.
They were walking around me to get good close ups and views of all the cocks going into my naked abused body, and also all the cum that was being sprayed into and onto me. Ron was also charging for this. There was also a lot of cum on the floor so I was told to lick it all up. I licked and slurped every drop up.
In amongst the crowd were several women who were urging the men to fuck the bitch until she couldn’t walk, and calling me obscene names. They all knew that the people with me were family so one of the guys said lets see the whores son fuck his mums holes. Everybody whooted and whistled. Rob came forward and slapped me across the face and told me to open my legs wide. I did so, and with that he rammed his cock deep into my juicy shaved cunt. my body bucked as he pounded my cunt, and slapped my tits. He then pulled out and pulled my legs over his shoulders and slipped his cock into my ass. I dug my hails into his ass and pulled him in deep. He sucked on my tits, biting my nipples.
“Thats it son, fuck me hard. I bet you fuck Kari like this. All your mates like fucking my ass and cunt like this as well, I said to him as he reemed my asshole.
“Yea, I know. They’ve told me what a slut you are with them. How they like stripping you and tearing your holes up, and how you love to suck their cocks and drink their cum and piss.” he replied.
He soon cum shooting his load deep into my shithole to a round of cheers from the crowd.
One of the women then gave me a fisting, Ron didn’t charge her for this as he enjoyed watching this women ramming her fist in and out of my cunt up to her wrist making me cry out. She spat a load of white frothy Spit on to my body, it landed on my tits mingling with the cum all ready there. The rest of the women took this up as well spitting all over me as she fisted me. It ran down my belly, between my tits and down the cheeks of my face. She grabbed a large bottle and forcfully rammed it into my baggy cunt. My body shuddered. She fucked me hard with it making me come several times.
“Fuck pig” they shouted.
“Hey mum, you wanna go,” the women said handing the bottle to her.
“Sure I do. I like nothing more than to give my dirty slut of a daughter a good rough fucking with something as well as a good slapping for being a whore.” she replied.
“Me too,” my aunty added.
Mum began to fuck me hard and rough with the bottle. Ramming in all the way in. I was crying out and moaning loud. My tortured body thrashing about from this abuse, but I was cumming over and over again from it. As she did this my aunty was roughly mauling my tits and slapping them. This was taken up by my mum when they swapped over as my aunty went to work with the bottle on my ass as well as my cunt. Everybody was cheering them on. When they had both finally finished enjoying themselves, I was left laying there panting. Sweat covered my body mingling with all the cum. My legs wide apart showing my cunt and asshole gaping open. My tits were red and marked.
“Well it looked like the cock whore loved that,” my mum said to a loud applause.
“UMMMM, to right I did,” I managed to gasp.
“She likes anything that can be pushed up her cunt, whether it be cocks or objects,” Rob shouted. They all laughed.
A couple of men then pulled me up, dragged me to a table and then bent me over ass in the air and started to give my ass a good beating with some table tennis bats they had found.They each took it in turns slapping my ass, which caused me to scream and cheers from the crowd, as my ass cheeks glowed red. They were telling me what a dirty slut I was, how I deserved this.
The women in the crowd were screaming to whack her ass good and hard, hurt the fucking cum slut. One of the men took hold of a handful of my hair, yanking my head back, and said
“Tell us you like having your ass whipped bitch.”
Through my cries of pain and ecstasy I shouted out,
“That I loved the pain, and to hurt me more, turn me over and whip this sluts cunt and tits, make me cum doing it.”
Three women pushed forward and said “You heard what the slag wants,” and turned me over, one of them holding my arms down above my head, and the other two holding a leg wide apart each. Some men stepped forward with thin leather belts, the women shouted to them do it, whip her cunt.The belts were brought down and made sharp cracks as they made contact with my soft exposed skin, I screamed out loud.
Crack another belt landed across my tits, causing my large nipples to stand out even more, another belt made contact inside my legs, then higher up on the soft flesh of my shaven cunt.
“Oh fuck, yes thats it, thrash my fucking tits and cunt,” I shouted at them.
I was screaming and my body was contorting, but they could all see that I was enjoying it.
“Come on punish the fucking slut” the women were shouting, “whip the cunt.”
Another belt landed across my tits, then another across my cunt, this time the pain from it caused me to piss, and urine flowed from my cunt down my thighs and onto the floor.People just laughed and shouted, look the slag as pissed her self. Mum, Rob, and my aunty also took their turns giving my tits and cunt a good slapping as well.
During this show a lot of men had wanked into a glass, and a couple had pissed into it as well.This glassful was brought to me,
“you must be thirsty after all that, drink this” the women said,
I hesitated for a second, a sharp slap across the face, and a belt across the ass soon changed that.
I put it to my lips and drank it down, licking my lips at the end and saying that wasn’t to bad. Now who wants to fuck me some more?
“What a dirty fucking slut she is” a woman shouted out, “Yes, a real fucking cunt” another said.
I shouted out, “Yes I am a dirty cum loving slut, who loves to fuck and suck cock, so come on who wants seconds, who wants to fuck this cock sucking whore some more.”
Several more men decided to take up my offer, but their cocks were slipping in to easy into my gapping cunt, so it was mentioned that they wanted to try some water sports and piss over me.
Chas said, Yea come on people, my meathole wife loves to be pissed on.”
Ron said, “Not in here, you’ll make a mess” so while the men got themselves straight, he took hold of my arm as I was still lying on the floor.
He then dragged this piece of well used slutty trash out through the reception area, then the main entrance into the street, and along to a back alley, where he threw me onto a pile of rubbish.
“Do it here,” he said. All the men had now gathered around and got their cocks out.
“Come on men, piss on her. She’s where she belongs now, a piece of trash on the floor in a dirty alleyway,” one of the women shouted.
Streams of piss were aimed at my naked body, flowing over my cum covered tits and belly.
“Open your fucking mouth slag” one man shouted as the streams of warm yellow piss were directed between my legs onto my cum covered cunt, and onto my face, filling my mouth as I opened it.
During this I was fingering my self and rubbing the mixture of cum and piss into my tits and face, making my self cum.
When all the men had finished, I was drenched in piss and lying in a large pool of piss, my hair and body soaked.
Just then my mum appeared with Ron and a couple of large black dogs.
“Who wants to see my slut daughter get a good fucking from these, and it’s a freebee,” she shouted.
There was a round of cheers and shouts of yea let see that. Kari walked over and grabbed a handfull of my hair.
“Get on your hands and knees like the fucking dog slut you are bitch, ” she shouted at me.
I got into position kneeling in the piss with my ass in the air ready to take the dogs cocks. My mum brought the first one and it immeadiatly jumped up wrapping it’s front legs around my waist and rammed it’s large cock into my waiting cunt. I let out a loud groan as it entered me, then I began to moan and cry out loud as it speeded up fucking me hard and fast. It soon come filling me with doggy cum. The dog pulled out, and even though it had knoted it still slipped out because of the amount of cocks, bottles, etc that had been shoved in my cunt and the amount of cum in there.
It was pulled away and the next one lead over. Once again it was soon on me, but in it’s excitment it shoved it’s cock up my ass and began to fuck my ass furiously. I shreiked loudly then began to pant and grunt.
“Listen to the dirty cunt. She sounds just like some dog bitch on heat who’s dying for a cock up her,” a women shouted out. Everone laughed including my mum and aunty and son.
“Well she is,” my mum shouted back to another roar of laughter.
“Thats it luv, fuck him. just like you did when you fucked that pack of dogs last month,” Chas shouted down at me.
It continued to fuck my ass for a short while then slipped out. Kari reached down and as the dog jumped up again guided it’s cock into my cunt. It pounded away even faster than the first one. I looked up through half closed eyes, at all the grining faces including my husband, mum, aunty, son and Kari looking down at this naked middle aged wife and mother, on her hands and knees on the piss covered floor of a back alley, ass in the air getting well and truely fucked by a dog. Grunting like some dog slut and loving it.
My aunty bent down and grabbed hold of my tits, mauling and squeezing them. Then pinching and twisting my nipples without mercy. I cried out. She slapped them hard and then my face.
“We’re going to have you fucking horses next, my slut.” she said.
“Fuck, I’ll look forward to that,” I moaned back to her.
“You are such a fucking dirty cunt. A real slutty piece of trash. Your just where you belong, naked, getting fucked by men or dogs in some filthy alleyway. But I do love watching my niece getting fucked legless though,” she said, and slapped me a couple more times across the face.
Kari then bent down infront of me. She kissed me, poking her tongue into my mouth then licked what cum and piss was still on my face off then spat it all back onto my face again.
“I love seeing you having the shit gangfucked out of you as well, mostly when it’s Rob and a large group of his mates” she said. Then she also slapped my face on each cheek.
The dog rammed in hard and delievered a load of hot sticky cum deep in my cunt then pulled out. It dribbled out and dropped to the ground. I still knelt there panting. I went to get up. Ron pushed me with his foot and I fell back onto the floor lying face down. I rolled onto my back and lay there in all the mess, my legs wide apart showing my streched well used cunt with all the dogs cum running out of it.
I lay there for a while as they talked about me, during which time a few more men had taken the oppurtunity to piss or wank on me again, utill Ron shouted to me,
“What’s your address cunt?” I didn’t reply, so he took hold of a handful of my hair and pulled me up then twisted my nipples hard, I screamed out, “Address bitch” he said again.
I told him. “Good” he said. “I’m going to send your husband and his mates copies of the videos so he can show everybody what a filthy dirty fuck pig he’s got for a wife. A lot of passing reps stop at the hotel as well, I’ll tell them if they are down your way to call in for a free fuck and good time from a slut who likes to be used as a meathole”.
I said, “They already know I’m a fuck pig, and they will enjoy watching me abused, and yes tell the reps, I’m always up for a good shafting.” Ron also said that I was going to be a star around the area, as twice a week at the hotel he was going to show the videos to the public for a fee.
“I bet you will like that, the thought of hundreds of people seeing you naked, all those cocks being fed into you, being whipped, wanked over and pissed on. Used you as a cum slut and fucked by dogs, a fucking meathole” Rob said.
Ron twisted my nipples again and rammed his fingers up my cunt, “Yes” I cried, “It turns me on knowing all those people will see me naked and know I am a whore, and all I’m good for is for fucking, a slag to abuse and empty there cum into or onto. To watch me fuck dogs and horses. A cum bucket. A sex slut for their pleasure.”
He pulled his cum and piss covered fingers back out of my cunt and said, “Look at the fucking mess on my fingers you dirty cunt, lick them clean, you piece of shit,” I did so.
It was now late and the crowd had seen or done enough to me, so they began to disperse. Ron threw me back on to the ground into the dirt and piss. “Fucking filthy slut,” he said as he looked down on the naked mess lying sprawled on the alley floor. He then gave me a kick up my ass as I got up onto my hands and knees which sent me lurching forward into a smelly pile of piss covered rubbish and rotting food.
“Fucking stay there, laying among the trash where you belong, until i tell you to get up whore,” he shouted to me.
When everybody had gone, Ron and Chas split the money between them, then said cheerio to us and went back to the hotel and locked up.They looked down at me lying there in the dirt.
“Well Kathy, what a fucking mess you look” they said.
Chas said that I had surpassed myself this time; he didn’t think that even I could take so much cock in so short a time.
Adam said he had never seen such a slut and that he had enjoyed using me and watching me be used.
I said “My pleasure.”
Adam said his farewells and went on his way.
We went back to our car, me having to walk naked from the alley and a fair distance to the car. Nobody seemed to remember where my clothes were. I think they were locked up in the hotel. Chas said he would buy me a new dress anyway from the money I had earned.
When we got back to the car they washed me down in the street with a couple of bottles of water that was kept in the boot and I dried off the best I could with some old rags in there.
They had said they did not want me sat in the car smelling of cum and piss and whatever else was on the alley floor. I must admit I couldn’t blame them.
As we drove home we got a lot of looks and hoots from lorry drivers who passed us and could see me sitting naked in the car, a lot of the time with Rob and the women in the back playing with my tits or cunt.
Kari was amused at how big my cunt and asshole was saying she could easily get her fist up there, which she did several times. Rob laughed and told her was she surprised after all the cocks, and other objects that had been pushed up there.
They all agreed I was one hell of a fucking hot whore.
When the video arrived, he showed it to all his mates and alot of the neighbours. Rob and Kari brought alot of their mates over to watch it, and they all had a good time with me afterwards. He also gave a copy each to mum and my aunty. Chas has also told me there is a stag party away from home he is going to in a couple of weeks and he has told them he will show the video there. They had asked him why didn’t he bring along the star as well. You never now, I may just go to give the groom his last bit of fun and probably the rest of the party guests as well.

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My naughty family – part 2

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“Laura, is there something else to put in the car?”
“I’m checking, John, but it seems we are ready now”
“Finally! It looks like we are going to stay away for a month!”
“Come on, John, you know I need to be sure I have everything I need with me”
“I know honey, I know.”
Every year the same scene: my dad gets annoyed while waiting for my mom to be ready, while she ticks every item from her checklist. She is very neat and precise, so when it’s time to pack, she is in charge, but she always fear to forget something. The moments before leaving for holidays are often hectic, but my father is able to keep my mother quiet enough. Me and brother were just enjoying the show.
“Isabel, Alex, come here and say hallo to mom and dad!”
For the first time after many years, our parents were about to go on holiday for one week, only the two of them. I had to fight a bit, but in the end they realized that at the age of 17, I could survive without my parents for seven days.
“Listen, you have food in the fridge, and you just need to warm it up in the microwave”.
“Ok, mom, but you didn’t need to cook all that stuff” I said.
“I don’t want you to eat junk food for a week, that’s it” she replied. “And, Alex, please, take care of your sister!”
“You can be damn sure about it!” I thought. I couldn’t wait for Alex to take special care of me.
“Don’t worry, mum, drive save and enjoy your holiday!”
While Alex was closing the gate, I was feeling already aroused, thinking about the days to come. Alex took me to the seaside for some days one week ago, and we barely touched the sand. I think I spent more time naked than with something on, my desire of cock was insatiable: I usually woke up Alex with a blowjob, and he just loved that. Sometimes we started our day with a 69, and I was glad my pussy was the first thing he saw in the morning. Inside that hotel room we had sex under the shower, in the bathtub, on the floor. A couple of times I also jerked him off underwater after a long swim in the sea. I was always turned on, and so was he: one evening I was out on the balcony, wearing my bikini and enjoying the panorama: I heard he was jerking off on the bed, staring at my ass. Then he came outside, silently took my panties off, and slid his hard cock in my pussy, taking me from behind. All the people walking down on the street could have enjoyed a live sex show, if they only had looked up. I came hard but quietly, not the get everyone’s attention, and the feeling of his warm cum on my back while I was admiring the sunset is the best postcard I could ever collect.
Since we came home, tough, we just had a couple of quickies, so I was terribly horny. As soon as he closed the door, I literally jumped on him, and we started to make out.
“Easy, sis! Let’s wait a moment, if mom realizes she forgot something, they will be back.”
“Uhm you are right… How about you finger me, then? I don’t need to get undressed…” I smiled.
“You nasty girl, come here!” He put his tongue down my throat and grabbed my ass, I could feel his cock on my stomach, and my pussy was already in need of his fingers.
His hand then disappeared under my skirt and started rubbing on my panties, right over my clit.
“Oh finally Alex, yes! Get inside my panties and finger my little pussy!”
Then his phone buzzed, someone texted him. He grabbed the phone and said “Damn, it’s mom, let me read it”.
“Hi honey, we’re already stuck in the traffic jam, but definitely on our way to the beach! 🙂 Love you.”
A big smile appeared on our faces.
“They’re not coming back” I said
“They’re not coming back, and we can go further” he added.
“Then let’s go have some fun!” I said.
We ran upstairs, taking all our clothes off on the way to my bedroom. As we touched my bed, we were already completely naked. Alex took one of my feet in his hands, and started sucking on my toe, he knew how much I loved that!
Then he eagerly kissed me all the way up to my lips, down to my tits, and finally to my pussy. He was literally eating me!
“I love every inch of your body, Isabel”. His eyes were full of desire, adding fuel to my fire.
“And I love every inch of you cock, Alex”.
He sucked my clit, my lips, and licked my asshole, with growing passion. As always, he managed to make me cum in a few minutes, but then I begged him to fuck me. I truly loved every inch of his cock, and with an empty house I was finally free to scream in pleasure.
“Yes, Alex, yes, fuck me, fuck me hard! Make your little sister come, don’t stop”
“Oh yes, Isabel, I love fucking your sweet pussy, I’m coming!!!”
“Yes, Alex, give me your huge load!”
Seeing his powerful ejaculation covering my tummy with his sperm, made me cum as well. I stroke his cock while rubbing my clit to add pleasure to pleasure. We were in desperate need of orgasms.
“It’s going to be a hell of a week, right, sis?” he smiled
“Definitely!” I replied. “Are we having fun again this evening?”
“No need to ask! Where are you going this afternoon?”
“Our cousin Sandra invited me over”
“Oh really?” He looked surprised. “Why?”
“I haven’t seen her in a while. Just a coffee, and probably a bit of girl talk” I smiled.
“Does girl talk include our… intimate moments?”
“Don’t be silly, Alex: what happens between us, stays between us.”
“Ok, Isabel” he smiled “I’ll go meet Simon then. I love you”.
“I love you too”.
I took a shower, then got dressed and went to Sandra’s house.
Although we don’t see each other very often, I feel very close to my cousin: she is 24, and I consider her as the older sister I don’t have. Whenever I needed someone to talk to, she has always been there. You know, there are things you are not comfortable sharing with your mother. My parents feel safe when I’m with her, so we go shopping, we’ve been on holidays together and sometimes I even go out with her. She practically knows all my secrets, but the one about me and my brother… no, she will never get to know that.
Actually we are not blood related: she was born in the Dominican Republic, and she has been adopted at the age of two, because my uncle couldn’t have children.
She is truly a gorgeous girl: her exotic beauty, together with her stunning body and her charming smile are irresistible, and of course she is very popular among men. She could literally choose anyone, if she wanted to.
But sometimes things simply don’t go the way you expect them to go: Sandra is a lesbian.
I think nobody in our families knows it, except me. I was so shocked when she told me, a few months ago, I couldn’t believe it: high heels, mini skirt, perfect make-up, she has never shown a sign of any masculine side. She has been with a couple of boys, but that little voice never stopped – she told me – and when she had the opportunity to be with another girl, during a school camp, she realized she found her way.
I am now used to hear her talking about her adventures, her favorite quote is “you can have fun with a big cock, but no man in the world can eat your pussy like a woman does”.
She offered me an ice-cream, and then we started talking. I told her about the school, and my plans for the summer, she told me about her work and showed me some photos of her recent trip to Paris. Then inevitably, the conversation turned to love and sex.
“I’ve been looking at you since you entered the door, and I’m pretty sure those boobs got bigger, right?” she asked.
I blushed and replied “You think so? Maybe, I’m not sure”.
“You know it!” she laughed “I’m sure boys love your breasts, don’t they?”.
“Well, I guess so…”
“What’s with the shyness, today? Don’t you dare hide me something, Isabel…”
“Come on, Sandra, you know I’d tell you everything”. I managed to lie in a credible way.
“Well, let’s change subject then: listen, I have some dresses I don’t use anymore, would you like to check them out? Maybe there is something you like.”
“Of course I’d like to check them out!”
Me and Sandra wear approximately the same size, and we have identical taste when it comes to clothes. Maybe our DNAs are not so different!
Plus, I could never afford to spend what she spends for her shoes and dresses, so it’s very kind of her to pass something nice on to me.
We went upstairs in her bedroom, and at first she showed me her latest purchases – fabulous, no need to say – then she handed me a couple of dresses to try on.
I took off my clothes, but as soon as I got undressed, I saw Sandra staring at me, saying “Wow!”
And I thought “SHIT!”
“You better explain me something, honey, ’cause I’ve never seen you wearing black lace underwear to come meet me…”
Of course I didn’t want to impress Sandra. It’s just that I know how Alex loves black lingerie, and I wanted to surprise him once back home. Unfortunately I still don’t own any sexy underwear, so I stole something nice from my mom’s drawer, and put it on before going out.
I didn’t imagine that someone else could have seen me, and now I had to come up with a plausible excuse for Sandra. I couldn’t fool her.
“I-I actually stole it from my mom’s drawer” I said, embarrassed.
“Well, it’s no surprise that my spicy aunt owns spicy underwear, and I have to admit you look gorgeous in it. But I still don’t understand why you are wearing it.”
“I-I just wanted to try it!”
“Isabel? No bullshit here, please”.
“Ok, ok. You taught me that a woman must be always good looking, right? Everything in order, because you never know what could happen to you, right?
Well, this evening I’m having dinner with a guy I like, and I wanted to be pretty for him, that’s it!”
Sandra gave me one of her brightest smile: “Oh, Isabel, come here, my little girl!” and she hugged me.
“I couldn’t be prouder of you! My lessons are starting to pay off! Good girl, I’m going to find the best dress for you! Do I know this guy?”
“N-No, actually, he lives quite far from here”
“Then, he’d surely want to be rewarded!” she winked. “I want you to call me tomorrow for ALL the details!” she smiled.
“Promised!”
She seemed very excited about it, and I was glad I came out of that difficult situation. All in all, I didn’t even had to lie that much!
“Let me just say something here, Isabel. You really look great, but your panties are almost transparent…”
“Do you think it’s vulgar?”
“On the contrary, I find it elegant… provided that no hair is shown.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean you have to be shaved…”
She must have read the surprise on my face. “You don’t have a second chance to make a good first impression, honey. Your man is more likely to prefer shaved pussies than hairy ones. And anyway, he won’t bother, believe me.”
“Do you really think it’s a good idea?”
“Trust me. If you get to the after-dinner fun, you’ll be thankful”.
“But I’ve never shaved my pussy… I think I might hurt myself”
“And what do you think older cousins are for? I’ll take care of that. When it comes to pussies, I’m the expert!” she giggled, proudly.
“Well, if you think I have to…”
“Let me show you the result, Isabel, so you can see for yourself. Take those panties off, I’ll show you how they look on my shaved pussy”.
I had never exchanged underwear with any of my female friends, but with Sandra it felt completely natural.
“See? It’s way better!”
On a gorgeous body like hers, any underwear would look great, but I have to admit that seeing no hair through the lace was quite appealing. Alex would have loved it, I’m sure.
“Ok, Sandra, let’s shave this little pussy!”
“Yeah, baby! You are going to love it!” We both laughed.
“Should we move to the bathroom?” I asked.
“No, we’ll stay here on my bed. It will be easier for me, and more comfortable for you, since it’s your first time”.
Sandra went to the bathroom and came back with all the necessary tools: trimmer, razor, shaving cream, and a couple of towels. As she walked in, I noticed she had taken my panties off, and was just wearing her bra.
“Do you want to know a little secret? When I’m home alone I love walking with no panties on, it makes me feel so good” she smiled. “Hope you don’t mind”
“Your house, your rules” I said. “My friends would do anything to see what I’m seeing now.” I smiled.
I’m pretty sure Sandra lives in their hottest fantasies.
“Now, relax: you can lay on my pillows, and have a look at what I’m doing.”
I was laying on my cousin’s bed, both of us pretty much naked, and I had just spread my legs in order for her to shave my pussy: I wouldn’t have bet a penny on that, one hour before. Nonetheless, I was completely at my ease.
“The first step is easy: we’ll trim out most of your hair, and if you keep shaving, you won’t need to do it again.”
In a matter of seconds my pubic hair was gone. “That’s already a huge difference” I said.
“Believe me, you’ll love the softness of your skin at the end” she assured.
Then she took the shaving cream and started rubbing it on me. I thought she would have asked me if I was ok with that, but she took it for granted.
“Be sure to put the cream everywhere, so the razor will be more effective”.
Feeling a woman’s touch around my pussy for the first time was kinda weird. There should have been no malice in her hands, but she happened to touch my clit twice, by accident – she said – and I little jumped on the bed both times. I couldn’t deny I was feeling a sort of arousal, anyway. My mind began to picture some awkward scenarios, that I tried to fight back. But the arousal was still there.
Sandra’s voice interrupted my thoughts.
“Ok, now we can go with the razor”.
As she put the cold blades on my skin, I let out a little moan.
“Oh sorry, Isabel, is everything ok?”
“Y-yes, I’m ok”
“Any chance you might be enjoying it, baby?” she giggled.
I was actually enjoying it quite a lot, her warm hands felt so good on me, and she was very delicate, a true expert. I instinctively spread my legs a little more to let Sandra shave me carefully. I was feeling both relaxed and aroused at the same time, and once completed her job she said, to my regret, “We are done shaving, Isabel.” and smiled at me. As she was talking, I felt her breath on my pussy, and a shiver went all the way up to my head.
“Now let me clean you up”.
Sandra took a soft towel to remove the shaving cream I had here and there on my crotch. I immediately found myself moving my hips to follow her hand, trying to press my pussy harder against it, and moaning in a low voice. The more I pushed, the more she pushed me back. The towel brushing on my skin got me all wet, I just hoped it could dry away the evidence of my involvement. Because I was totally involved.
“Here, admire your brand new pussy” said Sandra. Then she placed a small round mirror between my legs, to let me have a close look at the result: it felt weird at first, but I immediately liked it. I also noticed that despite the towel, I was still wet. But I liked it as well.
“It’s so nice” I said
“It surely is” she replied.
In that moment I realized that Sandra was lying on her belly, with her head between my spread legs, and her face a few inches away from my newly shaved pussy. Her black skin was in contrast with my pale legs, and that picture was amazing to my eyes. I think she saw the admiration I had in my eyes.
“Give me your hand” she said. Then she took my index finger, and began caressing my skin, starting from my knee, then to my inner tights, and finally to my pussy. I was touching myself, with Sandra guiding my hand.
“I want you to feel how soft you are now”
She moved my finger around my lips, up and down, very slowly, to let me feel every single millimeter of my skin. She carefully avoided my clit, which instead was begging for attention. Then she moved my hand up, to reach my belly button, and from there, all the way down to reach my pussy again.
This time she let the tip of my finger get wet with my pussy juice, then started rubbing my clit. My cousin was masturbating me with my own hand, and the feeling was overwhelming, I was about to climax.
My finger penetrated me a little more, but then Sandra took the lead: she pulled away my hand, then softly slid two fingers in my pussy while her lips started to suck on my clit.
I wanted to say “What are you doing?” but I couldn’t spell a single word.
A very small part of me felt I was doing something wrong, but I honestly didn’t care, I was loving every single second of her tongue on my pussy. I groaned in pleasure, and closing my eyes, I pushed her head deep down on my crotch. After a few minutes of pure heaven I reached the most powerful orgasm of my life. I just let out a long, loud scream, still unable to speak.
The waves of pleasure were still beating every corner of my body, but Sandra decided I should get no rest: her fingers never stopped banging me, and her tongue was glued to my clit. I honestly didn’t want her to stop either, and I quickly took the short road to yet another long, strong orgasm.
After I came for the second time in my cousin’s mouth, she climbed up to me and kissed me passionately. The taste of my own pussy is always a turn-on, and I kissed her back while my hand reached down to grab her firm ass. Then I unhooked her bra and threw it on the floor. Mine was already gone, I don’t know exactly when.
I never ever had lesbian thoughts before, but the only thing I wanted to do in that precise moment was eating Sandra’s pussy. And I wanted it badly. Did I become a slut all of a sudden? Maybe, but I was having such a good time, there was no room for regret.
We rolled over, so I was now on top of her. I licked her ear, went down on her neck, then I squeezed her big ebony boobs with my tiny white hands and sucked her hard nipples. Women shouldn’t be surprised that men love tits so much, especially if you are lucky enough to come across a spectacular rack like the one of my cousin. By her moans I knew she was very sensitive there, and I was loving to give her pleasure. But the best had yet to come.
I couldn’t have enough of the softness of her skin, I kissed her stomach, licked her belly button – another highly sensitive spot of hers – then finally I got there: I almost couldn’t believe I was about to eat my first pussy, but I couldn’t wait for it.
I didn’t exactly know what to do, but then I recalled what Sandra use to say: “no man in the world can lick a pussy like a woman does”, and I just let my instinct lead me.
I started with some innocent kisses on her lips, then I added a bit of tongue with every kiss, and got closer to her clit. Again, I started sucking it gently, then harder and harder. The taste of her pussy juice was lovely, and as my tongue was furiously licking her, I put two fingers in her soaking wet vagina and started banging her.
In a panting voice Sandra managed to say “O-one more finger, Isabel”, and I surely didn’t want to let her down.
With three fingers screwing her vagina, her moans became louder, and I was diving in her pussy under the pressure of her hands. I sensed she was about to come, and so was I.
“Oh Isabel, don’t stop, don’t stop, I’m cumming!”
“Yes, Sandra, cum, cum in my mouth!”
“Oh yessss, yesss, YESSSS!”
As she reached her orgasm, I came too, but my lips didn’t move from her clit until she stopped spasming.
Then I laid down next to her, I fingered myself with the hand I had just used to bang her, and finally licked every single drop of our mixed juices from my fingers.
“Welcome to the club, Isabel”, she smiled.
“Thank you! Does this qualify me as a lesbian?” I asked
“Well, maybe you are not a true lesbian, but you do like pussies for sure!” she laughed.
“I know I like your pussy, and that’s enough for me”.
We kissed and hugged, then stayed silent for a while, caressing our skin.
“We got a bit carried away, but now we should choose your dress for tonight, baby”
“Yes you are right, but I don’t really feel any urge to get dressed, right now” I smiled.
“Well, that wouldn’t be polite, but if you want to cancel your date, I think we wouldn’t get bored at all!”. We both laughed.
“I’m kidding” she continued “you should really go meet your ‘friend’ now. But instead of calling me, why don’t you come here tomorrow to tell me how it went?”
“I’ll be here tomorrow, you have my word!”
“And may I have something else, beyond your word?” she said smiling, with false innocence.
We both laughed, and I nodded, kissing her.
She will definitely have much more than my word.

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Comparisons At The Supermarket

Sue and Jane are shopping together at the supermarket. When they get to the vegetables, Sue hefts a good sized potato in each hand and says, “You know, Jane, these remind me of John’s balls.”
Jane, impressed says, “Hmm, that big, huh?”
“No”, Sue answers. “That dirty.”

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I Had No Choice 4.5

Christine goes to congratulate her coworker on the birth of his twins during lunch break, but gets an eyeful instead.

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My Uncle Josh

I’ve had lovers before, but none were like my Uncle Josh. He was my mom’s biological brother, he was 20, tall, had black hair and the prettiest green eyes. I was an average 17 year old with big(ish) boobs, nice butt, and brown eyes. This story started when my family took a vacation to Gatlinburg, TN. It was me, my siblings, my parents, my biological grandparents from my mom’s side and my Uncle Josh. My Uncle Josh and I ended up having to share a room, and that’s why it all began.
I was already physically attracted to my Uncle Josh, but having to sleep right next to him had my panties soaked every night so finally I just stopped wearing them. One night I was horny to the point where it absolutely had to be taken care of. So, trying to be quiet I went to the bathroom and turned on the water so nobody would hear my moans. I slowly stripped making everything about it feel sensual. I sat on top of the counter and reached a hand between my thighs and started rubbing on my clit. I started going faster and faster, and I was moaning “Uncle Josh”. I guess I was loud enough to wake him up and just as I was about to climax, he opened the door and saw/heard me. As I came I moaned out his name one last time and as I finished cumming I finally opened my eyes and saw him there. I jumped down off the counter, horrified. I ran back to the room and lay down, pretending to be asleep. As I was falling asleep my Uncle Josh came in, and lay down as if nothing had happened.
The next day, we both avoided the other as much as possible. Eye contact never happened. We all went out sight-seeing and after we came back it was about 9 p.m. so everyone went to bed. Like usual I changed into my pajamas in the bathroom and left my panties off. I got into bed and saw that my parents had finally hooked up the Xbox 360. So, I hopped out of bed and started playing. I didn’t even hear my Uncle Josh came in, because I was so into the game. But just as I reached a checkpoint in Call of Duty, I was yanked up by my arms. All of a sudden, I was slammed against the wall and held there by my Uncle Josh. He held my wrists against the wall with one hand, and held my throat with the other. I let a strangled moan slip thru my lips as I closed my eyes. He kissed me roughly as he choked me. Then, he let go and stepped back as he ripped my shirt up and over my head. I never wore a bra to bed so he stared at my bare 38D’s for a moment then he grabbed them and started licking, sucking, and biting my nipples. I let out another moan as I felt my pussy juices start to flow. He picked me up and threw me onto the bed, and ripped my pants off. He smiled as he saw that I wasn’t wearing underwear. Then he got onto his knees as he pulled me to the edge of the bed and got between my legs. He buried his face into my pussy as he roughly licked and bit at my clit. I moaned as I felt one of his fingers slip into my already dripping wet pussy. He quickly looked up and put a pillow over my face to keep me quiet. Then he went back down and started licking/biting my clit as he finger-fucked my tight, wet pussy. He was hitting my g-spot so perfectly and licking my clit amazingly. After a few minutes of this I couldn’t help it and started shaking as I came all over his hand and face. He licked up every drop and then he got up, and dropped his pants. He wasn’t wearing any boxers and as I looked up at him I saw his 9-inch boner for the first time. I sat up as I was in awe of how big it was. I grabbed it with both hands and slowly started rubbing up and down his shaft, but he looked at me and said, “You can’t do that with it dry baby girl.” I nodded as I kept looking at his huge dick. He then slapped me across the face with the back of his hand and said, “Say yes sir.” I trembled with anticipation as I felt my pussy getting wetter and wetter. I dropped down onto my knees in front of him as I looked up and said, “Yes sir. I won’t do it dry.” He smiled in approval and praised me for doing as he asked. I bit my lip and then slowly opened my mouth wide for his big dick as I slowly slid him into my mouth. I shivered as I hear him moan my name as he slid further and further into my mouth until he hit my throat. I gagged a little and started sucking back and forth, making sure not to gag too much. I started speeding up as he started moaning more and more. Then he grabbed the back of my head as he pulled my hair and pushed my head further onto his dick. I started gagging more until he told me to relax. I tried to relax and was shocked as his dick slid into my throat. And as I was adjusting, he wasted no time in fucking my face. I moaned onto his dick as I reached down and started rubbing my pussy. As I was getting close to cumming, he came in my throat and that sent me over the edge and I came as I was swallowing his cum. When he finally took his dick out of my mouth, I gasped for breath and slowly got up and lay down on the bed. He looked me up and down as I was catching my breath. He sat next to me on the bed and slowly kissed me as he asked if I was okay. I told him I was I had just never came that hard 2 times in a row. And as we laid there I rolled to face him and said, “Thank you for making me cum.” He looked at me and smiled as he thanked me for the same thing. That night we fell asleep lying next to each other naked.
That morning we were startled awake as my mom pounded on the door. We both jumped up and started getting ready. That day my mom had planned for us to go to an amusement park and my mom said to wear something comfortable. I smiled as I grabbed my skinny jeans and threw them on. I knew that today I’d keep myself entertained by teasing my Uncle Josh as much as possible. As we left the cabin, we all got into vehicles, my mom & dad with my brother in one, and my biological grandparents and my sister in another, and then me and my Uncle Josh in the other. I smiled at him while we were pulling out of the driveway. I slowly leaned my chair back so that to anyone looking into the car it seemed like the passenger was just lying back napping. But I had something better than napping planned. I slowly worked into a position to wear my head was in my Uncle’s lap. He looked down at me as I slowly unzipped/unbuttoned his pants. His breath caught in his throat as I grabbed his dick and pulled it out of his pants. I slowly jacked it off, and then as his dick got harder I put it into my mouth. He moaned in ecstasy, while trying to keep his eyes on the road. He reached down and pushed my head further and further onto his cock, until he was in my throat again. After a few minutes of deepthroating, he moaned and whispered, “Ashley, I’m gonna cum.” I smiled as I started going faster and faster. He moaned my name loud as he jerked up and came in my throat. I smiled as I resituated myself back onto my own seat. I leaned my seat back up just as we pulled into the amusement park parking lot. He smiled at me as he readjusted himself while we were parking. We got out and met the family at the front gates. He walked behind me the entire time, smiling the whole way. He put on his sunglasses as soon as I looked back and caught him watching my ass. We teased each other all day, with me bending over in front of him and him grabbing my ass or kissing me and biting my lip when nobody was looking. By the end of the day, we were horny, nervous, and anxious to get back to the cabin and lock the door to our room.
We held hands the whole way back to the cabin, and when we finally got there it was a little after 10 p.m. and we all decided to call it a night and go to bed. So Uncle Josh and I told everyone goodnight and went to lie down. As soon as we got into the room though we were ripping off each other’s clothes and kissing hurriedly. Finally, we were both naked and laying on the bed with him on top of me. He looked down at me as he asked me if I was ready. I kissed him hard as I told him I was. He lifted up and rubbed his dick up and down my pussy, making sure to hit my clit over and over. I moaned as I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him in, trying to get him inside me. He smiled and leaned down, kissed me hard, and shoved his big dick inside of me all at once. I would’ve screamed out if he hadn’t put his hand over my mouth. His dick was so big, and it made me feel so full and stretched. So, he stayed completely still until I stopped whimpering then he slowly took himself out of me, inch-by-inch. By now I had my arms thrown around him and my legs wrapped around his waist. I flexed my legs gently trying to push him back inside me, and he just rammed it in again. Once again he clamped his hand over my mouth as I almost screamed. He leaned down to whisper in my ear, “Do you want it rough, baby girl?” I nodded my head yes. He smiled as he grabbed my throat and growled, “What do you say?” I whimpered as I choked out, “Yes sir, I’d like it rough, please.” He grinned viciously as he rammed his dick back into me while he was choking me. He kissed me once, before he started fucking me wildly. Then he moaned for me to get on my knees, which I obligingly did. I quickly got on my knees next the bed as he sat up for me to suck his dick. I quickly got him into my mouth, and started sucking. He stood up and started fucking my face again. He moaned as he told me he was going to cum, so I kept sucking. But my Uncle Josh had a better idea. As his big dick began top pulse he pulled me off it and came all over my face. After that I took a shower, and the next morning my parents, me, and my siblings left for our house in middle Tennessee, Uncle Josh and my biological grandma headed back to Colorado, and my biological grandpa headed back to Florida. My Uncle Josh and I kept in touch over the years, and we’re patiently waiting for our next family vacation.

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