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Fucking the Remote

That fucking remote; I can’t ever watch my television without getting a moist pussy. I am a very horny 19 year old girl and I just can’t keep dry when I look at the shape of my remote.
“Where the hell is it?” is usually said looking at the remote for more than one reason. Don’t get me wrong, the shows I watch are definitely important to me, but my horny needs are much more important than True Blood. The curves and hardness of my remote just make me feel a lot better than any vampire show can!
In fact, I’m looking for the electronic now. So far, my blankets are tossed on the ground, art supplies are spilling off my desk, and my furniture has been completely moved around. Great isn’t it? I can not stand messes, but I’ll worry about that after I get my aching pussy pleased.
Drops of cum were greasing my slit and soaking my cotton thong as I continued to bend down to look for my remote. A gentle breeze kept blowing across my damp hole with my skirt opening up and I felt a strong spasm from my walls as I imagined how good the plastic of my remote would feel inside me.
I was working underneath couch when I felt a soft hand pull my thong aside, my hole fully exposed as a finger traced the rim teasingly. My lips opened to a moan while my body pushed back on the searching finger; as my body pushed back, I felt the mysterious finger pull away from me only to be replaced by a hard, cold plastic.
“Oh fuck!” I gasped in exasperation with my head bending down. The plastic was slowly being worked into me, being bounced in and out of me by the centimeter. I was beginning to feel bumps on my velvet walls and I opened my eyes wide in amazement: I was going to be fucked with a remote!
My body shivered uncontrollably as the entire length of my juicy cunt was filled with cold plastic, my juices splattering on my assailant’s hand. My mind was blank with sexual urge; my body was under complete control of my cunt.
The hard cushion feel of the buttons against my desperately aching cunt gave me sensations that I had never felt before in my life. As the buttons pulled back and forth on my inner muscles, my cunt worked into overdrive. Girl cum began to fall from my pussy in a torrent, rivulets of juice cascading down my thighs. The throws of my orgasm rocked my body harder as the remote was forced even farther into my cunt and a tongue brushed against my anus.
Jerking uncontrollably, my body writhed on the floor in pleasure and pushed back onto the searching tongue. The ring of my ass opened slightly as the pink tongue snaked its way into my rear end.
“Oh god,” I cried as my breath began to catch up with me again, my fingers working slowly on my clit as I leaned against the sturdy sofa. My fingers massaged my throbbing clit as a tongue worked my ass and the remote pounded my pussy. A hand slowly worked the globe of my ass cheek as they feasted on my ass hole.
A weight pressed into my back, the soft swell of a breast and smooth skin rubbing against me as I felt the warm breath of my room mate float over my neck. “Turn over,” she breathlessly whispered in my ear.
Gina let me turn over before her tongue began to attack my love button. Her hand continued to pummel my tunnel as her lips stuck on my mound and greedily sucked on me. Her face was getting covered in my juices and I couldn’t believe how hot it made me.
My fingers played with her hair lovingly, keeping the brown strands out of her face as she ate me out. Her pink tongue lashed and flicked over my clit quickly as her brown eyes bored into mine, the intensity between us heating my cunt. The buttons on my remote continued to massage and roll over my walls as Gina added her finger into my hole, my cunt stretching to accommodate the width. My eyes began to tear up as my pussy seemed to work through the paralysis it wanted to go into and my hips shook as more cum pouring down my ass.
There was no doubt now that we needed a new remote once she took it out of me: the entire thing was coated with my juices, most likely seeping down between the buttons to the electrical. Gina just tossed it aside with the rest of the mess in the room and straddled me.
I could feel the heat from her snatch on mine as her full, plump lips pressed into my thin pair. A gentle swish of her hips made our clits meet and I gasped: I had never been like this with a girl before and it was incredible! The initial shock wore off and I felt my clit aching to be touched again. Feeling the slippery smooth skin against me was exciting and oh-so addictive. I just wanted to feel more of it! Together, we grinded and mashed our mounds together in a fuck lust.
Our pussy juice mixed together as it dripped down my ass and onto the carpet and I felt so naughty for it. The naughtiness added to my throbbing walls. The fact that our hard nipples were rubbing against each other made the throbbing even worse and it wasn’t long before I yelled out to her that I wanted to come on her.
Gina must have really liked that because her hips furiously pumped me before she tensed with me, our bodies shaking as her cum drenched my slit. I felt her hand against mine and I held it as her body rocked mine, the two of us panting and moaning as sweat spotted our skin.
Her free hand dipped between us and pulled out covered in our m?nge of juices. One finger went in my mouth as another went in hers. We lay there, holding each other closely before getting up to clean the mess I had made.

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MY Stepfather 4

I had settled into my new life the best I could. On the positive side I was free to be the girl I was and my room in the new house reflected that. It was painted pink and I had a nice canopy bed and a vanity and all the clothes I could want. On the bad side I was taken away from everything I had known my 15 years. My mother had died and I couldn’t see any of her family, especially my grandma, as they wouldn’t understand me being a girl. Also Daddy did his best to control and isolate me. I never had a lot of friends, but now I didn’t have any. As we lived outside town I couldn’t go anywhere and since Daddy home schooled me(in how to satisfy him ), I was always home except when he took me someplace, which was rare.
Since Daddy was now retired he didn’t do much but watch T.V., drink beer and fuck me. Although I liked being fucked, I wished he would treat me with a little kindness. I was there to satisfy him, not to be satisfied myself, and to do housework. Since we lived outside town, the house had a good amount of property and we didn’t have any neighbors close by. Because of this, Daddy liked to fuck me in the backyard or have me give him blowjobs while he was barbecuing.
One morning after breakfast Daddy told me I would be going to the doctor later that day. I was surprised as since I had become a girl I hadn’t been to the doctor, as well as I felt fine.
“Daddy I’m not sick, why are we going to the doctor?” I asked.
He slapped my face and yelled “Don’t question me slut. I’m doing this for you. Just be ready at 3:00 P.M. “
Needless to say I was ready. Since we were going to a doctor I dressed down, wearing jeans, a t-shirt and sneakers. We drove into town in Daddy’s new pickup truck. We went into the doctor’s waiting room and Daddy checked in with the receptionist. The office was in a shabby building and the waiting room was worse. The linoleum floor was cracked and the chairs were old and threadbare and the magazines were at least a year old.
After a minute the doctor came out. He told the receptionist since this was the last patient of the day she could leave. She immediately gathered her stuff and headed out. He turned to Daddy.
“Mr. Kozlowski can you follow me?” he said.
“I’ll be right back. Wait here” Daddy said and followed him through the door.
I sat and waited for a few minutes, when I heard Daddy’s voice loudly come through the door . I didn’t hear what he said so I crept close to the door to listen. Things had quieted down so I put my ear to the door.
I heard Daddy say “Yes I know that was our agreement, but I’m having second thoughts.”
“If you don’t want to that’s fine but then I can’t help you” I heard another voice say.
“I guess under the circumstances I don’t have much of a choice. Ok Doctor it’s a deal” Daddy answered.
I heard footsteps and I quickly retreated to my seat. The door opened and Daddy came out, followed by the doctor. Daddy walked up to me.
“Chrissy I want you to do what the Doctor asks. Do you understand me?” Daddy said. I just nodded yes.
“Alright I’ll be waiting out in the truck for you.”
With that he walked out the door.
“Chrissy, I’m Doctor Wilde. Would you please come with me.” the doctor said.
I got up and followed the doctor into his office. It was a dingy room with an old desk, a couple of file cabinets and two chairs, one on each side of the desk. The doctor sat down. He was tall and skinny with receding salt and pepper hair that could use a wash. He wore glasses and had a mustache.
“Please sit down Chrissy” he said gesturing to the empty chair. I sat and looked at my feet.
“Now Chrissy your father tells me you were born a boy, but you feel you are a girl. Is that correct?” he asked.
“Well he’s really my step dad, although he has legally adopted me” I answered “I’ve never discussed it before , but yes I’ve always felt like and wanted to be a girl.”
“Good, good. So in no way were you coerced into this. I have to ask since you’re a minor you understand” he said.
“No I’m not coerced. It would be easier if I was normal, but what can I do?” I said.
“You shouldn’t say you’re not normal, just sometimes things don’t work out easy. But hopefully I can help you in this transition. Now I’m going to have to give you an exam before treatment begins but let me tell you the plan and then you can ask any questions you might have” he said.
“The plan is to start you on a special hormone treatment of mine for now and see how you react. At the least this should prevent you from developing more male characteristics such as facial hair growth, your voice deepening and so forth. The regimen I use has been very successful in not only arresting male development, but in promoting female development as well. If you respond well, hopefully your hips will widen some, your skin will get softer, your hair thicker and perhaps you might get some breast growth.”
“Wow” I said “ all that.” My mind raced from the possibilities.
“Yes, you might be surprised from the modest location, but I have successfully treated many transsexual patients even some coming as far away as N.Y.C. My main practice is mostly locals with government provided care, but my true passion is helping young ladies such as yourself.”
He said this with great fervor and I detected lust in his eyes.
“No more questions, good. Now please step into the examining room and change into a gown and I’ll be in shortly” he said indicating a door.
I went into the room and started to undress. There was a paper gown on the examining table. It was one of the adjustable kinds that could allow you to sit up or lay flat. It was in the sitting position and had a sheet of paper covering it, as well as two small stirrups at the foot end. I put my clothes on a chair. I left on my panties and put on the gown. I then sat on the table. After a few minutes the doctor came in the room.
“Ok Chrissy let’s begin” he said “I’ll first take a blood sample, just as a precaution. It shouldn’t hurt too much.”
He proceeded to take a blood sample, take my blood pressure, look in my ears and mouth, test my reflexes and listen to my heartbeat. Before putting the stethoscope on my chest he breathed on it first.
“That way it will be nice and warm on you” he said with a creepy smile. His teeth were stained brown, probably from smoking, I guessed.
“Now if you will raise your gown I have to examine your genitalia” he said leering.
Reluctantly I raised the gown revealing my panties.
“Ah a shy girl for a change. I like that” he said. He reached out and hooked the waistband and pulled down until they were removed.
“Now you are perfectly functional I was told. I will need you to have an erection for a proper measurement. Don’t worry I can help” he said before leaning in and taking me into his mouth.
I was shocked a doctor would do that, but it was also the first time ever that someone sucked my dick. I quickly forgot my shock as his warm lips and tongue made my dick grow.
I got scared and I said “I think you should stop because I don’t think Daddy would like this” even though it felt real good.
He took his mouth off me but began to stroke me with his hand. “I’m sure he doesn’t like it, but that’s our agreement” he said while stroking me. “When I treat my special patients I never charge them a monetary fee. I just have a sexual encounter for each treatment. I prefer it this way. Didn’t your stepfather tell you to follow my instructions.”
I nodded yes at him. He then put his mouth on my dick and started sucking again. It felt so good that I started to moan. The doctor stopped and lifted my legs and placed my feet in the stirrups. He gripped my dick again and then started to lick my small, shaved balls. After a few minutes of attention there, his tongue worked it’s way down to my tight little hole. It felt good as he lapped at me. He then used the thumb and fingers on his free hand to spread my cheeks, so he could stick his tongue into my hole. The doctor pushed his tongue in deep and began to rotate it, which drove me crazy. I actually grabbed his head and tried to push him further up my ass.
“Oh yes fuck my ass with your tongue. Don’t stop please” I gasped.
To my disappointment he actually removed his tongue, but quickly replaced it with a long thin finger which he slid up my fuck hole. He began to slide it in and out and soon slipped a second finger in there, at which time he started to suck my dick again. I let out a gasp as his fingers began hitting my special spot. I began to writhe as he continued his two pronged assault on me. Within a minute I was on the edge and I managed to say “Yes I’m going to cum.”
Doctor Wilde pulled his mouth off me and stroked me with his free hand. On his third stroke my dick started to cum. My first shot arched high in the air before landing on my chest. My next few landed on my stomach. He continued finger fucking me hard while I came. With a shudder I released my last spurt just above my dick. Doctor Wilde then began to lap up my cum from my stomach. His long fingers scooped up the cum on my chest and he licked his fingers clean.
“Delicious, Chrissy, you taste just like a special girl should. Unfortunately I forgot to measure you. But no matter, we are far from finished. And since you are so young I’m sure you won’t have any problem getting hard again. But now it’s time for me to release my penis from my trousers.”
Doctor Wilde reached down and fished his cock from his trousers. It was already hard and it suited him as it was long and thin. He stepped to the head of the table and adjusted it so it was flat. He held his cock in one hand and put it by my mouth. I didn’t need any guidance here. I opened my mouth and swallowed it around halfway down. I swirled my tongue around the head and shaft, then started to slide my lips up and down the shaft taking him to the back of my mouth with each movement of my head. I reached out and grabbed a hip for leverage and began to rapidly work his cock back and forth in my mouth. I then slightly adjusted the angle of my head so the doctor’s thin cock slid into my throat. I kept going further until my lips were against his tan trousers.
This prompted him to let out a loud moan. “OOOHHH yes Chrissy, deep throat me yes. You are young but you are a little cocksucker aren’t you” he grunted.
I just continued to suck him, hoping he would cum soon, but the doctor had other ideas. He pulled his cock out of my mouth and moved between my legs. With my feet in the stirrups I was totally open for anything he wanted to do. He put the head of his cock right against my wet hole and pushed the head in. I let out a little gasp as he drove it all the way in. His tongue and fingers had loosened me up sufficiently that he could go deep. Although he wasn’t nearly as thick as Daddy, he was actually longer and went deeper than I had ever taken before. He paused a minute, before pulling back until just his head was inside me. He then thrust all the way in again. He gripped my thighs and began a slow steady rhythm of fucking for the next few minutes. The doctor was very methodical, barely varying in his approach. He fucked me at his speed, sliding his cock all the way in until his trousers rubbed against my ass then almost withdrawing from me.
“Chrissy I want you to stroke you penis as I fuck you” he said “and let me know when you are full erect” the doctor told me, as he continued to sodomize me.
When I reached for my dick the doctor spit on it a couple of times. I gripped my dick and worked his saliva into my skin. I was hard quickly, as I was never allowed to play with myself when being fucked by Daddy. I ran my hand up and down my small shaft while he continued pumping my ass. It took the doctor talking to me to remember his earlier instructions, as I was greatly enjoying myself.
“Chrissy are you erect yet?” he asked me, snapping me out of my sex daze.
“Yes Doctor I am” I replied “I’m sorry, I was caught up in the moment.”
“That’s quite alright” the doctor said “it’s not always easy to concentrate while engaging in sexual relations.”
I almost laughed from the way he talked in a scientific manner even while fucking my 15 year old ass. He reached into a pocket of his white doctor coat and removed a roll tape measure. He paused in his thrusting and I removed my hand from my dick. He placed the end of the tape measure on my dick, above my balls and stretched it until reaching the tip.
“The length of your erect penis is 4 inches” he said.
He then wrapped it around the base of my dick, which was the widest part.
“And the circumference is also 4 inches” he said dispassionately.
He then rolled the tape measure up and placed it back in his pocket and resumed fucking me.
“Doctor” I asked “ isn’t that small for a penis?” using the proper term for my girly dick.
“Well Chrissy “ he said “there are too many variations to say for sure. You are on the smaller end of the spectrum, it is true. But having a larger penis doesn’t mean you have greater pleasure. And as you prefer the passive role I don‘t see how the size would matter and it‘s far easier to hide in your panties.”
While saying this, his face was starting to get red and his breathing more rapid. Suddenly he stopped thrusting and pulled out of me. He stepped back a little.
“Chrissy I would like you to get up and bend over the table please” the doctor said.
I did as I was told and he positioned himself behind me. He then slid his cock all the way inside me again. The doctor put his hand by my mouth.
“Spit on my hand Chrissy. Yes that’s a good girl” he said as I did as he asked.
He slid his hand to my hard dick and started to stroke it in time with his thrusts. It felt real good and I couldn’t help moaning from pleasure. He then grabbed my long brown hair with his free hand, pulling my head back while increasing his speed.
“That’s it Chrissy, I want you to cum on my cock, can you do that? I want your young ass to squeeze me until I can’t hold back. I want to fill you with my cum while you cum” he said pulling even harder on my hair. He was pounding me hard now, no longer in control, his hand stroking me fast. Suddenly I felt his mouth bite my neck and I lost it as cum shot out of me, onto the exam table.
“Oh yes Doctor, I’m cumming” I moaned as my body tightened on his thrusting cock and I continued to shoot cum out my girly dick.
“Yes that’s a good girl Chrissy” he said while still stroking me. I felt his cock spasm in me and start to empty his hot cum deep into me. After his cock stopped cumming it started to go soft inside me. Doctor Wilde groaned as he worked his cock out of me. There was a plopping sound as his head came free and I could feel some of his hot cum start to ooze out my fucked hole and run down my leg. I stayed like that a minute, trying to recover from my intense orgasm.
“Would you like some paper towel to clean up with?” Doctor Wilde asked me, as I saw he was cleaning himself.
“Thank you Doctor” I said, smiling shyly. I took the towels and began to wipe myself clean. I first wiped my dick and then began to dab at my hole.
“Hmm yes, sorry about the mess but your tight, young ass certainly made me cum a lot. Normally I would use a condom, but as your stepfather assured me that he is the only man to have relations with you, in that case it would be ok” he said.
“It’s alright, I didn’t mind” I answered.
The doctor had finished his clean up and had tucked himself back into his trousers.
“Now Chrissy we have a few things to go over, though I would appreciate if you would remain undressed as we do, just so I can admire you some more” he said while looking at my body with admiration.
My face turned bright red but I stayed naked.
“Now Chrissy “ the doctor began “allow me to talk first and then later you can jump in with any questions. You will have to come see me every two weeks for treatments. As well as that, once a week you will need to see a therapist for the mental aspects. If you don’t I can’t legally give you the medication. I’ve given your father a name of a nearby therapist who works with me. If you wish to discuss things with him fine. If not as long as he receives payment you can just stare at the wall for an hour. Your father, sorry stepfather, has also discussed your options about plastic surgery with me.”
“Doctor” I interrupted “two things. What kind of plastic surgery? And when did you discuss all this? Daddy wasn’t in the office very long.”
“Well to answer your second question first, he has been in contact with me since before you moved to Stroudsburg. I believe that is why he decided to relocate here. I have a certain reputation among the transsexual community. Normally it is the patient who contacts me directly, but since you are a minor I felt your legal guardian reaching out to me was fine. As to your first question the surgeries discussed were breast implant surgery as well as what is commonly called shaving the adam’s apple. It has a scientific name but that doesn’t matter” he said in a matter of fact manner.
My head was spinning. That’s why we moved to this town? Breast surgery, wow I loved that idea.
“And shaving my adam’s apple. What is that?” I asked.
“It’s a procedure to surgically remove some of your adam’s apple. It is one of many things done to make a male seem more feminine, as females have much less prominent adam’s apples. There also are many other procedures done, but in your case I doubt many would be needed. Nature has seemed to understand the female in you and you already appear very feminine. I feel the shaving would be minor and with my unique treatment regimen and your young age when starting treatment I believe you will appear more feminine than many genetic woman. Obviously breast surgery would be helpful in that regard” he concluded.
I had one more question. “What about a sex change surgery?”
“Well that is a possibility, but at the least you should be of legal age before consideration. Only you can decide if it’s for you or not. But I will say with SRS that though medicine has made great strides especially on the cosmetic level, science can’t equal nature. Obviously you couldn’t bear children, but though science has improved in preserving nerves in the area there isn’t any way to truly give you a female orgasm and you no longer could have a male one. Many transsexuals who had SRS have regretted it and many have not. It will be up to you. I hope I helped. Now you may get dressed and I’ll administer your meds and then you can go.”
When I left the office I met Daddy in the parking lot. He was pacing impatiently.
“It took you long enough” he said angrily “were you going at it the whole time, you whore.”
“No Daddy” I answered “ he had to examine me and tell me about a lot of things that you obviously had discussed with him without telling me anything.” I was mad that he had done all this without letting me know, since it was my body.
Looking sheepish for a moment he said “Sorry I didn’t let you know sooner. But Daddy knows best, so just do as you’re told. Let’s go.”
His humility sure didn’t last long. After we got home he told me to clean up so I showered and enema douched. Daddy was waiting for me in my room, naked with a big hard on.
“Get on the bed on your hands and knees slut. It’s time for a real man to fuck you” he ordered.
“Yes Daddy” I said, quickly complying.
“Did that half a fag doctor have a cock like mine baby?” he asked as he rammed it deep into my already fucked hole.
“Oh no Daddy” I gasped through clenched teeth “his thing was much thinner.” But I was thinking he also treated me like a human being.
Assured of his own superiority Daddy pounded my ass hard and deep. His large, powerful hands gripped my hips tight, his fingers digging into my soft flesh. With each deep thrust his large, hairy balls slapped into my soft skin.
“Take it you little whore, take a man’s cock in your ass. Beg me for it bitch” he ordered.
“Yes Daddy, fuck me like this. You know I love it when you pound me good” I cried out. The sad thing was it was true. My dick had hardened and my moans were real. I liked being dominated during sex, I just wished he didn’t have to be so mean to me.
Daddy now grabbed both my shoulders in his hands and increased his already fast rhythm. I started to squeeze my ass muscles tight, bringing Daddy’s cock pleasure.
“That’s right slut, use that ass, you know that’s what you are good for. Milk Daddy’s cum. I’m going to cum in your whore ass” he said while crushing my shoulders in his viselike grip. He thrust a few more times into me, then I felt him shudder as his cock began emptying his load into me. With a groan his body pushed onto mine, forcing me flat on the bed with him on top, pinning my body down underneath him.
Over the next few months I continued to get treatments, both medical and sexual, from Doctor Wilde. Once a week I would go to the therapist, but I never talked with him. On the days when I visited Doctor Wilde, Daddy was always rougher and nastier than usual, as if to punish me. However even he couldn’t argue with the results. My hips did spread wider, my nipples became larger and more sensitive and the hair on my head became extremely thick and soft. At the beginning of summer I had my adam’s apple shaved and got a pair of pert B-cup breast implants. Daddy wanted me to get larger ones, but thankfully agreed to go for the ones that fit my slim body more proportionately. After the swelling went down, I was in heaven from my new profile. Daddy, as well as Doctor Wilde, certainly enjoyed them.
Daddy had me lay in the backyard in a thong bikini every day so I got a tan, and he loved my tan lines. All in all things weren’t that bad, but every cloud has a black lining and things soon would get much worse for your narrator, little old me.
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A New Waitress in Town

THE NEW WAITRESS
Moving to a new community is always difficult, especially when you’re alone, with no friends or relatives to turn to. The advantage though is that you can be anyone you want.
My name is Robin and I recently graduated from a Boston University, where my family has lived since coming to the US from Ireland. I was only two years old when we came here and have no recollection of Ireland at all. I was very settled in Boston, a good school, swimming competitively on the school team, an excellent job as a waiter at an upscale restaurant, girls, you name it. Things were about to change though, as I decided to do post graduate work at a specialized tech collage in Kentucky. It would be a two-year program, which would launch my career in electronic design. I had not carefully considered the change in atmosphere from the big city to a small hick town off the interstate.
The school was stately and old with character. It had a pool which I would make use of as I would swim every day. Classes were to begin in ten days and I had flown in to get an apartment, get a few things, and find a job. I had sold my car in Boston so I could buy one here. Every thing worked out except the job. In Boston there was plenty of good jobs for students. Working as a waiter in a five star restaurant paid for four years of my schooling. But there were no such places here. There were only a couple of fast food joints, a small cafe, and a drug store in this town. Then I heard about the Fifth Wheel. It was a roadhouse at the exit ramp off the expressway. It had a small motel next door and was a haven for truckers passing through. The clerk at student services said the waitresses there did very well, but since they only hired women I was out of luck.
I decided to check the place out. Maybe they had work for men as well? It was early and the place was empty, but what a barn. It was huge. The kitchen was a giant BBQ, for steaks and ribs, the only menu items. There was stage for bands and a big dance floor. A couple of waitresses were getting ready for the late shift, and I couldn’t help but notice how beautiful they were. They were all tall, leggy, with great bodies and long gorgeous hair. The uniforms helped too. They wore black silk western shirts like Johnny Cash, a black leather mini skirt, black stockings, high-heeled boots and a western scarf, like sexy outlaws. I bet they hauled in great tips.
One of the waitresses asked me if needed anything, so I inquired about the job opening they advertised. She said there were no openings in the kitchen, or for bus boys, but the boss has been looking for a new girl to wait tables for a while. That left me out. She said most girls were either intimidated about their looks, didn’t like the uniform, or were too squeamish of the boss. She did mention that he was a pig and that any self-respecting girl would never work for him. She got back to work when he entered the room. He was about forty, tough looking, with a couple of scars on his face, gray hair in a brush cut, smoked a cigar, but wore an expensive looking suit without a tie. I left feeling vanquished.
Back in Boston I gathered the last of my things. My family was watching Mrs. Doubtfire on the television when it dawned on me. I had done some acting in high school. I stood in front of a mirror and did a quick assessment. I was very slim, one hundred twenty-five pounds, from running and long distance swimming, yet my legs looked strong. I have a fair complexion, no hair on my chest, a small nose, but full lips, green eyes, and my blond hair I keep short for swimming. I tried to imagine myself as a woman. To think of it I was never the brutish masculine type at all.
Later that night when everyone was asleep, I put on my sisters dress, pantyhose and bra. I stuffed the bra, and donned an old wig off my moms. I applied makeup from sister’s kit in the bathroom. Once more I stood before the mirror and I liked what I saw. It needed work but it could be done. The next morning I did some shopping downtown in the gay district. I bought some special items like panties which conceal the obvious, custom high heels, and a magnificent redhead wig. The wig actually gets glued to the skin to stay in place and look more realistic. I also picked out a sexy dress for the interview. One stop at a lingerie store and another at the drug store for makeup and I was set.
I needed an extra suitcase to fly back to Kentucky. The two big problems I would face now were my adams apple and my voice. Although mine doesn’t stand out that much, any adams apples show a little. Since the waitresses wore western scarves around their necks, mine would be hidden, so I decided to where one for the interview too. My voice is far from deep, but trying to squeak up an octave all the time would be real tough. That’s were Mrs. Doubtfire reminded me about the accent. The accent threw everyone. Since I was well practiced mocking my mother all my life, I was able to do a pretty mean impression of an Irish woman. I figured since my birth certificate states I was born in Ireland that it would be believable. My name is gender neutral so I wouldn’t need to fake one. It seemed to be working out.
Once in Kentucky, I finished moving into my new apartment, bought a car, and went to check the Fifth Wheel. The job was still available and school was five days away. I immediately practiced walking about the apartment in the high heels. They were tough getting used to. I did my makeup several times for practice. With false eyelashes, mascara, lipstick, the works, it took over an hour to put on.
Finally the day of reckoning came. I was nervous but remembered to be confident like my old drama teacher had taught. I used to shave my body hair for swim meets so this was not new to me. I clean shaved my armpits, legs, even my crotch, for full effect. Then I carefully shaved my face very close taking my sideburns away too. I covered myself with body lotion, powder, and a hit of perfume. I applied my false fingernails, my wig and did my makeup. I put on a black pushup bra over my foam tits which I had placed silicon inserts in. They gave me a nice 36C bust. I also wore a small corset, not that I needed to be thinner but it gave my hips a feminine flair. The black panties forced my dick up in the crotch so no bulges would show. I then rolled on black, seemed stockings attaching them to my garters on the corset. I picked out the black and white gingham two-piece dress. I wore a white blouse under the tight waistcoat and pulled up the skin tight, mid thigh skirt. I put my high heels and a scarf on and viola, instant babe. I did look great, no shit! My ass looked exceptionally round and squeezable with the help of the corset and high heels.
My backdoor goes out to the parking lot, so I snuck out to my car. At the Fifth Wheel I confidently strutted in, turning lots of heads, hopefully for the right reasons. The waitress who greeted me was the same one I spoke with the week before. She showed no signs of recognizing me or of catching my act. When I told her that I was here for the job she said she loved my accent. She said the boss was going to like me but warned me that he was a letch. She wished me good luck and went to set it up with the boss. His office was on the second floor overlooking the lounge. He opened the door and looked down at me. He stared at me expressionless for a couple of minutes. I posed femininely, crossing my legs giving him a good look at my long legs. Finally, he waved me up, and I demurely went up to his office.
His office was full of hunting trophies, and fish on the walls and stunk of cigar smoke. He had me sit on a leather sofa. I handed him my resume and references, which he perused. “What’s your name sweetheart?” he growled.
“It’s Robin, sir”, I gave back trying best to sound like my mother.
“I’m Carl, not sir, and what are you? Irish?” he shot back.
“Yes, from Dublin originally, came to Boston for a university”, I replied confidently.
“And you end up in this shit hole looking for a table job, lot a good that school is. I never finished high school, and look at me.” His manners were deplorable. Satisfied with the quick glance of my credentials he said,” All right, let’s get a look atcha”, signaling with his finger to do a twirl. I felt awkward but kept in mind what he was looking for. I did as he asked.
“Nice, good body, great ass, and I love your red hair. Don’t got a redhead on staff” was his approval. “Bet the customers go for that fancy accent of yours too”, he continued. Confidently I gave another voluntary turn but this time he grabbed my ass on the way by. He chuckled and smiled. For a split second I had to decide to react or not, it was momentary shock. I just gave him a coy smile to keep him happy. He really was a letch.
The real shock however came next. He had bought my act completely, but said,” I like you Robin, a whole lot, so how bad do you want this job?”
I wasn’t sure what he asking and said, “I’m sorry, I don’t follow ya.”
He continued,” I mean what are you willing to do to get the job?”
I didn’t like the sounds of that but was in too deep now. “Anything, of course”, I replied.
With that he stepped closer to the couch, still puffing on a cigar saying,” Good, let’s see what you can do with this”, unzipping his fly and whipping out his penis.
I thought again about bailing, but I had gone too far to back out and thought, ” How bad can it be?” I had blowjobs from several girls and none of them seemed to mind. Besides, it’s not gay if I am a woman, which I was at the time. And that big dick stared right at me with its one eye. I mesmerized at it. It was about seven inches long, but really fat, with angry looking veins bulging from its skin. A drop of pre come glistened on the monstrous purple head. It was already hard. I felt complimented by that and slowly leaned forward to kiss my new friend. He sighed his pleasure as I ran my tongue down the length of his shaft and kissed his bull size balls. I took each one in my mouth and gave it a suck. I then grasped the base of that shaft with my hand as I slowly licked my way up to that head and licked away the fluid in the eye of that mighty knob. Although the same length, it was easily twice as thick as mine.
I put that thought away as right then I was a woman sucking a man’s cock. I opened wide and took it into my mouth until it touched the back of my throat. I sucked hard on it and pumped the base at the same time. “Your a great cocksucker Robin, you must have been doin this for a long time.” Little did he know that I was a rookie. With my spare hand I massaged his balls and continued sucking him like that for ten minutes. I looked up at him and saw him looking at me. I maintained eye contact as I pushed the head of his cock passed the back of my throat until I had completely engulfed him. He moaned, closed his eyes, held on to the back of my head and pumped a gusher of warm creamy jism down my throat. I nearly gagged, but he eased off enough to let me swallow. He came for about a minute and I drank it all down. For a moment I was proud of my accomplishments as a woman.
I licked Carl’s shrinking dick clean, then he put it away. He told me to pick out a uniform and that I should start the next night at eight. He poured two shots of bourbon from his private stock and handed me one, which I pounded back. He told me that I would get a hundred dollar bonus for that and if I came by his office the day before payday to repeat the performance that I would see yet another hundred dollar bonus on my check.
Neatly, I wiped my chin and got up to leave. I could feel his gaze still burning into my ass. Just before stepping out, he remarked,” That is one sweet ass! If your ever lookin fer someone to fuck it, or yer pussy, let me know.”
What gaul! I simply retorted playfully, ” Sorry Carl, I’m not that kind of girl.” He was howling hysterically as I left.
I introduced myself confidently to the other waitresses, being careful not to say too much, and picked out a tight fitting uniform. The other women bought my act as well, not one giving so much as an inquisitive look. My adrenaline was still rushing when I arrived home as I snuck back in. When I was finally safe and sound I took a deep breath and surmised. I still could not believe that I just gave a man a blowjob. And did he honestly think that I would back each week before payday to do it again? Huh!
It was about that time when I realized how excited I was. My dick was straining against the tight material of my panties. I pulled up my skirt, dropped my underwear and my exposed member sprang free. I rationalized that the thrill of not getting caught turned me on and masturbated to a very quick orgasm. I stared at myself in the mirror for an hour in disbelief that the woman I stared at was me.
Working at the Fifth Wheel was all it was cracked up to be. Everyone has a great time, the people are all real friendly, and I made more in tips my first night than I made on my best night at Chez Pierre. It was a major success. As a woman there are a lot of differences on this job. I had no idea how much ass grabbing, pinching, and propositioning there would be. On an average night, about fifteen to twenty guys would ask me to have sex or go out with them, all of whom I had no choice but to turn down. I also felt a hand on my ass about every fifteen minutes or so. I tried to handle it all gracefully as the other girls did, with a smile and a hand smack, but never pissed the customers off. If you wink at them after rejecting them they keep coming back. The bouncer kept the serious drunks off of us.
One weird thing happened one night when I spied a heavenly brunette at the bar trying to get picked up. She had a long skirt on with a slit up to her hip and a low cut blouse. She was definitely hot and I was unconsciously staring at her. Suddenly she made eye contact and smiled. I had momentarily forgot that I wasn’t a man and quickly had to turn away. Later, when I was clearing she came up to me and slipped me a note saying ‘I want to eat you! Call me, Amy’ and her phone number. I really wish that I could have taken her up on the offer but alas had to forget about it.
I was all nervous that day before my first payday. I didn’t know why. After all, I had no intention of repeating the blowjob. Since that interview though, it was all that I could think of, every night, eventually masturbating myself to sleep. Every day I saw Carl, smiling at me, relishing that moment. “What a sick, ugly man he is”, I thought to myself as I knocked on his office door.
“Come on in darlin, I knew you’d be back”, he giggled as I shut the door behind me.
Twenty minutes later, I was swallowing Carl’s salty load of cum for the second time. Again he offered to fuck me and again I turned him down, as this scene would become our weekly ritual. After each time I gave him head, I went to the ladies room to freshen up, and my dick would be so hard that I had to jerk it off to keep it from getting in the way. I had to admit to myself that I really did enjoy doing it, that it wasn’t just for the money, which scared me.
Luckily, I finally met someone at school. I met Sandra at the pool, while doing my morning workout. She was a regular swimmer too. We got along great and started dating. We could only go out in the afternoons because I worked five nights a week. I told her that I did night deliveries for a large bakery to throw her off. If I said I worked at a place she might be inclined to come visit. Sandra was perfect though. She had blue eyes, shoulder length blond hair, stood only five foot two and had a killer hard swimmers body. She complimented me often on how slim and smooth I appeared. Being a swimmer she knows that the serious male swimmers shave off all their body hair.
After a few dates, we were having wild sex, and I would often fuck her in all conceivable ways, lots of oral sex too as she loved the way I used my tongue on her clit. Sixty-nine was a favorite for her and we usually ended up a session buy taking each other to a shattering climax with out mouths. I would bang Sandra to reassure my masculinity, fucking her with every fiber of energy that I had. We would meet between classes, or just after classes, have wild heart stopping sex then, I would have to go to work. We were in love and our relationship worked for three months but the one problem she always had was the lack of evenings and weekend time I had to spend time with her. It was frustrating when she would want an evening out and I could not do anything about it. I wasn’t going to quit my rewarding job. She got mad with me a few times on the subject and our relationship began to show some strain.
Meanwhile, work was never better, the tips were rolling in, and I had many admirers other than the boss. This one driver, Roy, was a regular on Friday nights, was especially sweet on me, asking me out every week. He was good looking as far as guys went, in a Harrison Ford kind of way. But every week I continued to reject him.
Then one Friday it happened, Sandra and I had a big fight again because she wanted me to go with her and some friends to a party. She was furious with me when I refused to call in sick for the night at my ‘bakery’ job. After she stormed off, I got ready for work as usual, donning my feminine persona for The Fifth Wheel.
At roughly 11:30 pm I noticed a group of college kids come in for a few drinks, they were already pretty loaded. Horror seized me when I discovered that one of them was my Sandra, and that they were being sat in my section. My heart was racing, and panic was setting in. I quickly grabbed one of the other waitresses and asked to swap tables claiming one of the boys had given me a rough time before and handed her $20.00. She agreed thankfully for me. As much as I tried to avoid them, I couldn’t help but notice one of the guys was all over Sandra. He was touching her, put his arm around her, whispered in her ear. She was drunk and giddy and pulled the guy, Steve, I think his name was, on to the dance floor. They were like a train wreck from being so drunk.
When the band played a slow song she was hanging onto him tightly, pressing her body against his. At one point he leaned down to kiss her and she responded by giving him a long soul kiss and greedily sucked on his tongue for all to see. I was pissed, but could nothing about it, so I took it out on the customers. I could blame it on PMS later. Finally Sandra, Steve and their friends all left at 1:00 am and I cringed thinking what they would do next. Roy was there that night and noticed my dismay. He offered his help in any way and when I looked into his deep blue eyes, I said,
“Will you still be in town tomorrow?”
“Ya, I usually don’t head out til later, no rush to get home on Sunday,” he replied.
1. “Think you can take me out to dinner tomorrow, around seven? Not here, out of town?” I asked batting my big eyelashes.
“Sure!” he stumbled in disbelief. I told the boss I was feeling ill and might have the flue. They would not likely expect me the next night.
I didn’t hear from Sandra at all the next day. I followed through with my date with Roy, enjoying dinner 15 miles away from town. I had bought a new dress, a sexy blue number that concealed the chest well, but was very leggy. I wore my black seemed stockings, and 4″ pumps to highlight my nice ass. I also bought a 2″ wide pearl choker to wear around my neck. I really looked delicious and Roy told me every chance he had. We danced for a while and he got a chance to let his hands feel up my rear while I pressed my fake boobs against him. We kissed several times, and I did become caught up in the moment, feeling like a real woman. I to constantly fix my lipstick from all of the making out we were doing.
Back at the motel, I had planned to just call it a night, but I was as horny as he was and did not want to stop. While making out in the car I could feel his hard on pressing on my thigh through his pants. I would be too cruel to leave him like that. As a guy I felt sorry for him, hell I felt sorry for myself. My dick was cramped up inside my tight panties with no room for movement. I stopped us for a minute and I told him that I really wanted to have sex with him but was on my period. I could see the disappointment in his eyes and decided to do what only my boss knows about. I pulled out Roy’s erection.
It was massive, maybe 10″ long and thick. I gave it a few kisses and long licks like an ice cream cone. Roy was in heaven; I could tell he liked it so I gave him my best effort at sucking his cock better than I ever did Carl’s. He was hard to deep throat but I eventually got most of it down. I don’t think he ever had head like that and when he came I thought I would drown. I swallowed desperately. His red-hot man sauce ran out the corners of my mouth, down my chin and onto my dress. It was beautiful. I cleaned him up with my mouth and wiped the remainder from my face. He gave me a goodnight kiss on the forehead and I left him and went home. I masturbated for two solid hours and came several times thinking about my evening.
For the next few days I was depressed. I figured that I lost my girlfriend for good and that I was in falling in love with a guy I could never be myself with. I was a mess. This lasted a few weeks until in early January. The boss was giving funny looks all day, not looking very pleased and it was getting me worried. It was the day before payday and that meant the usual blowjob in the office. I was scared when I went up to his office.
He had some documents scattered on his desk that he was leaning against. Usually we sat on his couch and I would lean over and do him but something was different today. I just wanted to get it over with and get out of there so I sank to my knees on his hard wood floor and unzipped his pants and took out his ugly cock. I went right to work. He seemed to take a while to get hard this time. As I sucked him as best I could he eventually got stiff and started fucking my face like he usually did. This was a good sign. He soon popped his load, right on queue right down into my stomach. As I was getting up, ready to get out of there, he stopped me.
“Robin, that’s a boys name right?” he asked.
“Girls or boys, I suppose,” I nervously added.
“Ya, but you’re a boy, right?” he pursued. “Or at least one of them queeny fags, right?” I looked at the hunting trophies on the wall and pictured my own head up there. I was silent and shaking in fear.
He went on, “while doing the tax forms I noticed this thing here, stating that your previous returns were filed as a male. I thought it was a mistake so I called your last employer in Boston to tell him. He assured me that you were very defiantly a boy. So I thought about it for a while and needed to take another look at you. I’ll give you credit, you had me fooled. I don’t like being fooled. Who else knows about this?”
“No one! No one, just me I promise.” I pleaded still using my feminine voice. I was horrified that he would kill me or beat the shit out of me at the very least.
“Stop, I ain’t gonna hurt ya,” He said. I was getting ready to leave and asked,
“So I guess I’m fired then? I’ll not say a word to anyone on my way out and you’ll never see me again, promise.” A look of disappointment came over his face.
“No, your not fired! Hell you’re the best waitress this place ever had. Not to mention, you suck cock better than any waitress I ever had. If you can keep up the act and keep your mouth shut about this, you can keep working as long as you want,” he continued much to my relief. I was about to go and fix myself up when Carl stopped me again. I was confused. My relief was beginning to slip away.
“There is just one more thing,” he said. “Now that you don’t have to hide what’s under your skirt from me, I believe it’s time that I finally get to fuck that hot little ass.” He had his brawny hand on my arm and wheeled my around to his desk. As I slammed into it Carl pushed me face down onto the desk. My skirt was hiked up to my waist and I felt him pull my panties down to my thighs.
I thought about yelling for help but realized that I preferred not to attract any attention. I heard him haucking back in is throat before spitting a big gob of spit on my ass. He probed with one of his meaty fingers at my anal entrance finding the mark and working the saliva in. After a minute of that he unzipped and pulled out his rejuvenated cock, ready for action. He spit again into his palm and worked the saliva over his angry member. Soon his familiar cock head was pressing against my sphincter. It hurt like hell as he shoved it in rather quickly. He didn’t let up until I could feel his hairy balls slapping against my sac. He grunted his approval of how good and tight my ass felt around his dick.
Carl began pounding in and out of me while holding onto my hips. I was in tears from the pain that he chose to ignore. Slam! Slam! Slam! His cock was relentless in its anal assault. It was quite rough and my own cock was free and rubbing against the leather of my skirt, which was pinned against the top of the boss’s desk under both our weight. He had just had an orgasm less than ten minutes before and at his age I knew that I was in for the long haul.
I was surprised to find that my dick was equally as hard as the one plowing my bottom. It was about ten minutes into the fucking that the pain I was feeling turned to numbness. I started to enjoy the feeling of being filled. I concentrated on trying to get Carl off as quick as possible. I started fucking back. I met his thrusts with mine and worked my ass in a circular motion. I found myself panting,
“Fuck me! That’s it baby, fuck my sweet ass!” Carl loved this talk and shifted into high gear, fucking me with everything he had. I loved it too. Finally after almost twenty minutes of drilling, my boss buried himself to the hilt and released his blistering hot sperm into my rectum. We were both panting like we just ran a marathon. He pulled out of my bum without ceremony. I suddenly began to feel somewhat empty. Carl brought his wet, flaccid unit around the desk to my face. I obediently opened my mouth as he pushed it inside. I dutifully cleaned his nasty cock up for him until it was spit shined. As he was fixing himself up he said,
“Good piece of ass, I’m gonna love fucking that every week before payday from now on. Don’t worry, you’ll get the two hundred I promised. Hurry up and clean up, I need you back to work before the rush. Don’t forget to clean my desk too.” What did he say? I soon realized what he was talking about. I had not noticed that I had cum all over his desk and my skirt. I must have been paying so much attention to his orgasm that I didn’t notice my own at the same time. Wow! Like a kitten I lapped up my jism from his desk and swallowed it down. I used Carl’s private bathroom to tidy up my cloths, hair and makeup. My ass was so sore, I didn’t think I could finish working but somehow I managed.
I was Carl’s bitch from then on; fucking and sucking his angry looking cock anytime he pleased. I did negotiate more free time as compensation. The one thing lacking in my life called me a couple weeks later. Sandra was very apologetic for being so selfish to me. She admitted that she had sex with someone else but regretted it. She said that she loved me and wanted me back and said she would be more understanding from then on. I was happy about that and told her that I would have more free time for her as well. I couldn’t wait to kiss and make up and told her so. She told me to meet her at her place right away for make up sex. But before I could hang up the phone to leave she said,
“Oh, one more thing, could you come dressed as the waitress, I have always had this lesbian fantasy.”

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When In Rome – 06

Author’s Notes Sorry Chapter 6 took so long – I’ve had some pretty annoying computer issues and it took longer to fix than the computer guy estimated. Plus, this chapter is 8,000 words long, so it took a little longer and I couldn’t find an acceptable way to split it.
If you’re a fan of this series, but rape isn’t something you want to read – just skip scene one. The next two are perfectly consentual. (For now, this rape scene looks like just a random, gratuitious act of violence – but I assure it, it will end up being a key part of the plot. I didn’t write it for “fun”).
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CHAPTER THREE:
Scene 01: Julia – Sex? Rape.
Scene 02: Callia – Sex? Yes.
Scene 03: Cassius – Sex? Yes.
_____________________________JULIA
Julia laughed as the drops of water spattered against her face. She spun to face her husband and pointed a teasing finger at his face. He was still leaning over the tub, smirking at her.
“Splash me again, and I promise, my love.. I will make you late.” She dropped her robe to the floor and reveled in the expression that crossed his face.
He glared at her, mock-fury on his face, but he couldn’t hide his smile for long. She loved that a smile, so unguarded on the face of an ex-soldier who had seen far too much for several lifetimes. She pressed her lips against his mouth, and then he kissed her nose and her eyelids.
“I must go.” He yanked her robe off the floor and tossed it to her, the smile never leaving his face. “Now put that back on or I’ll never make it out the door.”
He was a good man, her husband. The best she’d ever known. When she’d turned twenty, the man who owned her, Lykos, had auctioned her off, and she’d thought she’d be dead in days. But her Titus had shown up, and he’d bid every coin he had to his name. He’d gone broke to save her. To buy her freedom. To make her his wife.
He kissed her forehead before walking out the door. “I’ll be home by sunrise. I love you, Julia.”Not as much as I love you.
She was still smiling as she curled into their bed, a bed she’d taken so long to get used to. Now she couldn’t imagine ever going back to sleeping on a dirty straw covered floor in Lykos’ slave pens. She fell asleep, and dreamed of the beautiful, blond God of a man who had saved her life.
And she woke up to a nightmare.
She had felt the bed move, but she’d thought it was Titus, home early to sleep beside her. But the scarred man hovering over her was not blond like Titus. The knee forcing her legs wide open did not belong to her husband. The hand covering her mouth smelled like spices and sweat, not the wood her husband used to build homes.
She jerked her entire body, trying to fight off the strange body on top of her. She tried to scream. She moved her head just enough to sink her teeth into his fingers, but his hand moved only long enough to strike her across the face, and then it was on her throat, catching her frantic cries in a closed off throat.
“Please,” she tried to beg. She wasn’t a whore anymore. She wasn’t a willing body to be used by strangers. Her Titus had bought her freedom. “Get off me.”
The stranger laughed, and her blood ran cold. She was not blind or deaf to what was happening in Rome, and she cried out as he licked, licked, the side of her face.
She tried to rock her body upward, but her held her too tightly. One arm was around her throat, and she tried to dig at his face. Her nails raked at his skin, and she could see the blood welling in the tracks and was rewarded with another slap that somewhere closer to a punch.
His lips pressed against her ear and she felt her stomach turn as he forced his hand between her thighs. “Don’t fight it, Little Whore. The first time I fuck you will be in your husband’s bed.”First time? No, not if she could help it. There would be no ‘first time.’ Her heart pounded in her chest, ice flowed through her veins. She felt like she’d awoken from a nightmare and had yet to shake off the last vestiges of terror from the things she’d seen. But tears pooled in her eyes, because the nightmare was real.
His hand freed her throat, and she gasped for a breath just long enough to take in enough air to scream, but before she could make a sound, cloth was being shoved in her mouth. She clawed and punched at his chest as he tied the cloth gag firmly in place with rope. She could feel the coarse material chafing at the sides of her lips.
Her attacker was solid. Large. But he wasn’t young. He was an older man, perhaps she could fight her way free. She had to. She had to try. For Titus. She wouldn’t allow her husband to come home to find that his wife had been violated by another man.
She froze, waiting, and then she slammed her head forward and felt the sickening crunch of bone as her forehead hit him square in the nose. He howled, and blood -his blood- dripped onto her face just before his fist connected with her cheek. Pain bloomed just below her eye, and her attacker snarled at her like a vicious hound.
He dug his teeth into the side of her face before he whispered to her softly. “If you desire to live, let that be the last mistake you make, Julia.”
How did he know her name? Tears burned on her face, hotter on the left side where he’d punched her and she sagged against the bed as straddled her chest. He was so heavy, and she could feel his cock pressing between her breasts and it made her sick to her stomach. He had no right to touch her. She gasped for air as she realized what he was doing. What she was powerless to stop. He was tying her right hand to the bedpost. She whimpered around her gag. He’d said ‘if you desire to live.’ She tried to stop the panic seizing her body. What would be worse for her husband? Finding her alive and slightly damaged, or finding her dead in his bed? She took another breath. She’d been a whore for over half her life. This would not be the first cock she’d taken that she didn’t want. She could survive it. Titus could too.
She surrendered against the bed. She didn’t fight as he restrained her, but she didn’t look at him either. Giving up made her chest ache, and she sobbed around her gag as he rendered her immobile. He stroked her face, right where he’d hit her and she flinched away from him.
She looked up at him, her eyes flat and nearly as dead as she felt. Get it over with.
He laughed as if he could read her mind, and pressed her legs open. She shuddered as she forced her body not to fight him. She’d been trained for this. Lykos and his guards and friends had seen to that. She wanted to gag she she spread her own legs for him. Her body shook violently, her mind screaming her her to stop, as she spread herself wide open for this man.
She did gag as his fingers touched her slit. She was bone dry, and she couldn’t do anything about it. She could think of Titus, but she would not dishonor her husband that way. She would suffer through this. And she would do nothing to ease her own discomfort.
“That’s such a good girl,” he cooed down at her as his fingers tried to press into her cunt. She closed her eyes against the pain and loathing she felt as this stranger’s fingers violated what didn’t belong to him. She didn’t see the next slap coming.
Furious brown eyes stared into hers when they flew open. He rammed his fingers back in her hole. He slapped her again, and stared at her in unabashed disgust as he spat on his hand as rubbed his fingers against her hole. She winced, every nerve of her body screaming at her to fight as he pressed the head of his cock against her. She narrowed her eyes, anger and terror pounding through her veins as her tried to work his way in. It fucking hurt, and she whined around her gag as she felt the first inch of his cock force inside her.
He drew in a sharp breath and she didn’t let herself look away from him. One of his hands moved up to squeeze on of her breasts as he stroked his shaft. He grinned down at her.
She didn’t even try to keep from screaming as he forced the rest of cock inside her in one stroke. No one could hear her anyway. She was bound and gagged and in the middle of nowhere. And her screams seemed to please him. His cock felt like it was tearing her apart as he forced it inside her tight cunt. She felt every movement, every small thrust, every second of his swollen cock spreading her open. She could barely keep her eyes open as he finally filled her completely. He felt foreign inside her, too big, too deep. She just had to endure it for a few moments, then her body would adjust. It would help her through this, grow wet despite what her mind wanted. She knew this from experience.
He leaned back and pulled his cock out until just the head remained inside her. He spat again, this time it landed on his shaft and this thrust was less painful but no less of a violation. And it seemed he was done with pleasantries.
He collapsed on top of her and wrapped his hand around her throat as he timed his next thrust. She couldn’t stop screaming around her gag. She had promised herself that she wouldn’t fight, but she’d overestimated herself. She couldn’t do this, not anymore. She struggled against him as his cock slammed inside her again and again. Her body was doing what she’d known it would; her cunt was starting to get wet around him, and instead of comforting her, it disgusted her and she pulled hard at the ropes holding her in place and bucked against the heavy body on top of her.
“No, I c-can’t. I thought I could.” She tried to speak around the fucking gag but she couldn’t. Her words were twisted, all jumbled vowels. “I don’t want it.”
He licked his lips, and depraved smile on his face, his cock jerking inside her cunt as he watched her cry and struggle to speak. He slammed deeper, and she knew he was feeling what she was – a wet cunt. He groaned as he violated her. Soft moans from a man were something that turned her on, something she loved about her husband, and the man inside her now was ruining that with the noises he made as he raped her.
His hands gripped her tits, tugged at her nipples. His fingers pinched and pulled at the hard little buds on her breasts and she winced as she felt hr hips involuntarily rock up to meet his. He laughed.
“Once a whore, always a whore. Right, Julia?” He gripped her hips as he drove his cock deeper inside her; he didn’t pull out. He moved his hips in slow circles, pushing inside her from every angle, sliding deeper and harder until she cried out. It was from pain. At least that’s what she told herself.
He pulled her leg up off the bed, brought it around him and rested her calf against his chest and she gritted her teeth around the rope as her cunt tightened around him. He leaned forward, laying against her leg as he pushed it closer to her chest, and pounded forward again. His sighs were louder this time, his breathing harder, and she knew why. She could feel it too. The angle of her leg made her cunt squeeze so fucking tightly around his cock, and he took full advantage. His breathing was ragged as he violated her, muscles taut, face twisted in the pleasure he was taking from her unwilling body.
She winced, and shook her head. No. The way he filled her, the angle of her leg and his body. She could feel the friction on her clit, feel every single stroke of this strangers cock, the cock her pussy had grown so fucking wet around. He slammed inside her cunt as if he owned it, and she had been trained too well. She hated herself as her hips rocked up to meet him. Hated him as the tone of the screams against her gag changed from screams of pain to something else. She wanted to kill him as she felt the pressure building deep in her and she wanted to kill the man who had owned her. The man who had thrown her to his soldiers and let them use her body sometimes for days. Left her locked in with them until she orgasmed.
And now some man had broken into her husband’s house. Some sick stranger had forced his cock inside her against her will, and she was going to cum around it. This was Lykos’ fault, not hers. The things he had done to her had made her this way.
He gripped her jaw and forced her to look in his eyes. “That’s a good whore, push against this cock, Julia. Show me how mow much you want it.”
She shook her head. No.
He slapped her again. “Squeeze your cunt around my cock, bitch. Unless you’d rather have it in your ass.”
She froze. Panic consumed her. He would do it. He must have watched her, waited for her husband to leave. Lurked in the shadows until she was alone and entirely at his mercy. She didn’t like to be fucked in the ass. Some of the whores did, but not her. It hurt so fucking badly, left her with an ache made her feel disgusting for days. Her husband was the only man who’d ever understood that. He’d never asked her for that and she’d never offered.
She closed her eyes, hot tears thick in her eyelashes. She obeyed him. She felt him jerk so deep that she would have sworn he was in her belly as she tightened her cunt around him, squeezed her legs and forced her own hips up to meet him thrusts. She sobbed as she pushed herself to meet every one of his violent thrusts as he toyed with her embarrassingly hard nipples.
He yanked her legs around his back, and she gripped him tightly. She forced the voice inside her head to silence as she dug her heels into his back and pulled him closer. He muttered his approval and his stokes grew harder, deeper as her thighs started to tremble against his hips.
He felt it too, and he laughed. A cruel, triumphant laugh as he pulled his knife back up to her throat.
“I’m going to remove your gag, Julia. No one can hear you, but if you do anything other than beg for this cock while you cum.. Nod if you understand.”
She nodded furiously. Maybe he would cum, too. If he came, if she made him cum, then it would all be over. Maybe he would just leave and she could pretend this was just a nightmare.
He buried his cock deep in her cunt as he yanked the rope out of her mouth. She gagged as he pulled out the cloth, and she had to force herself not to scream as he slapped her again.
“Now, Julia. Be a good whore. Tell me how good this cock feels in your cunt.”Oh Gods, she couldn’t.
“P-please, please fuck me.” She stifled a cry and stared back up at him, hoping the terror in her voice wouldn’t enrage him further. She pushed her hips against him – that was the easy part. She could allow her body to feign willingness, but she couldn’t put a voice to it. Titus.
He slapped at her tits, and she could feel like hot imprint of his hand long after it had been pulled away. She couldn’t focus on the words she was forming, but they disgusted her. She moaned, and writhed and begged for more as he continued to assault her cunt. And she felt like something inside her brain broke into a thousand pieces when she came around him. Pain warred with pleasure, guilt and grief sparred with lust. She sobbed even as she screamed for more.
His hand covered her face, his fingernails dug into her cheeks as she felt him slam inside her and stay there. Still except for the smalled stokes and he groaned as he came deep inside her body.
She shuddered as he collapsed on top of her, her skin was raw, her throat hoarse from screaming. Her eyes burned from river of tears they’d cried. He came inside her, the thought wouldn’t leave her head. She was still terrified, terrified at what might come next, terrified of what her husband would say if she lived through this. She was going to be ill. She was going to – she gagged hard against his shoulder, and he moved instantly to hold her head by her hair and guide it over the side of the bed.
He laughed as he watched her. When she was finished, he jerked her back on the bed, and she collapsed against her husband’s pillow, too numb to even cry.
*CALLIA
She’d never left her father’s compound before. Now here she was, on horseback with Cassius’s arms around her waist and she was going to the market. She couldn’t remember ever being this excited. Their four brothers were riding around them. They’d also picked up a few stragglers, men who’d assumed it would be safer to ride in their group.
It was cold, but Cassius had wrapped a blanket around their shoulders so that no one could see just how tightly he was holding her around the waist. She was dressed in a peplos, a modest garment that she didn’t like. But once she realized her brother wasn’t going to let a simple skirt impede him, she didn’t mind so much. She grinned as she felt his hand pulling her skirt up around her hips and then snake between her thighs.
His lips pressed against her ear. “Don’t make a sound. One word, one moan, and I stop.”
She bit her lip and leaned her head back against his chest as his fingers brushed against her clit. She heard him groan softly behind her as his finger trailed slowly down her slit. She bit her lips together as he worked a finger inside her. She arched her hips to meet him as she glanced around.. She wondered if anyone had any idea what they were doing. She almost hoped they did. She hoped one of her brothers (or even better, one of the strangers) was watching her face as her brother slid a second finger inside her cunt.
He pulled his fingers out and pinched her clit between his fingers and she choked back a moan. Her back arched as his fingers worked a circle around her little button only to pinch it again.
“You have no idea how badly I want this between my teeth,” he breathed in her ear as his fingertip swirled around her clit. She hissed in a breath and he laughed under his breath. Her back arched against him and he let his teeth barely graze the curve of her neck.
“And this, little sister,” He told her quietly as he drove his fingers back inside her cunt. “This is what I think of any time I’m inside another whore. This soaking wet, deliciously tight little cunt. Those big eyes rolled back in your head, the way your voice breaks when you scream my name as you cum.”
She arched her back, terrified that she wasn’t going to be able to keep quiet.
“Looks like we have an audience, Sis,” he whispered. He pulled her hard against his chest and pressed his chin against the side of her face to turn her head.
She grinned as her eyes met the gaze of one of the strangers. His mouth dropped open as she smiled at him. She licked her lips and arched her back as the man watched her. Her mouth dropped open in a nearly silent gasp as Cassius’ thumb pressed against her clit as he finger-fucked her. She kept her eyes locked on the man, her body shaking against her brother’s chest, and she couldn’t stop the gasp as his teeth sank into her shoulder.
His lips pressed against her ear. “That’s it, I know you wanna scream Cal. Do it. Scream for me, my love. Show them how hard you cum for me.”
She sucked in a relieved breath, and pushed her back against his so she could arch her back up to meet his fingers. She moaned as he shoved his fingers deeper inside her, spreading them open and closed as drove them deep inside her. Her second moan was louder, and a few of them men stopped their horses in their tracks to glance back at her. She laughed as she saw the surprise -and lust- on their faces.
Cassius stopped his horse as well, and wrapped his other hand around her waist. The fingers of one hand pounded in her cunt as he worked at her round little clit with the other. She whimpered, watching the men watch her as her brother brought her closer and closer to orgasm. She gritted her teeth and hissed his name as her titght little thighs started to tremble.
“Oh, Cassius.” She whispered in between loud, frantic cries. His fingers worked her clit in furious, expert strokes as his fingers pounded harder and harder until her body bucked against him, her head thrown back, eyes closed as she came screaming around his fingers. His breathing was hard, shallow, and hot against her neck as she came screaming his name in the middle of the clearing as their brothers and the strangers looked on. He pumped his fingers inside her, just a few thrusts after her orgasm subsides, and then he pulled his fingers out of the blanket that surrounded him and shoved them in her mouth.
A few of the men’s mouths dropped open as she sucked her own cum greedily off her brother’s fingers.
One of them men looked up at Cassius, confusion on his face. “I thought you said that was your sister.”
All of her brothers laughed.
Cass flashed him a crooked, satisfied grin. “She is.”
Cassius snapped the reins of his horse and they trotted off in front of the men. As they passed them, Callia heard one mumble, “Wish I had a sister like that.”
They rode ahead of the men, and She peered behind her as Cassius turned down a different path than the rest of the group. They rode for a moment down a desolate path and pulled up in front of a small home. Behind it stood a barn or stable, and off in the distance there was smoke and the sound of a hammer clanging against metal rising from another building.
“I thought we were going to the market.”
He kissed her neck. “We are, but I have something I need to do first.”
“Who are we here to see?” She asked her brother, puzzled.
“Not we, Little Sis. You.” A slow smile spread across his face. “I have an errand to run, and I need you somewhere safe. The man inside is a friend of mine. When I get back, I expect to see that you’ve been a very gracious guest.”
She bit her lip to hide her excitement. “I’m to please him, then?”
He pressed her body against the side of the house. His lips brushed softly against her neck. “Yes, Callie. You’re to please him. And when I return, I expect to see his cum covering that pretty little face. I don’t care how long I’m gone, you leave it there so I know you were a good girl.”
She arched her back and pressed her hips against his. His cock was pressing hard against her and she grinned up at him. “Is he expecting me?”
Cassius shook his head. “No. But I have no doubt you’ll manage to persuade him to let you stay. If you need to, tell him I sent you. His name is Albus.”
He bit at her bottom lip, and then mounted his horse. He glanced back at her as he rode off and took a deep breath before heading for the hammering sound she heard in the distance.
The old man looked up as she entered the stable. He didn’t wear a toga, or even a tunic, but strange trousers like the barbarians she’d seen in her father’s paintings and scrolls. He was shirtless, and built exceedingly well for a man who’d probably gone completely gray at least ten years ago. She could see the faint gleam of sweat on his skin as he threw down his hammer and tilted his head at her.
“You lost, child?”
Nerves pooled in her stomach and she smiled up at him. “Are you Albus?”
He frowned suspiciously. “Whose asking?”
She slipped past the doorway and studied the table he was working at. “My brother sent me. Cassius. He said-”
“I know more than one Cassius, girl. Be specific.”
She hesitated. “Um. Lykos is our father.”
“Ahhh,” he laughed and winked at her. “You’re the little whore. Ca.. Cal..?”
“Callia.” She nodded to him politely.
“Yes. Callia.” He stepped over towards her and circled her slowly like he was examining a statue. “Pretty little thing, aren’t you? And why did Cassius send you to alone to see some old man?”
She smiled at him wide-eyed and feigned innocence. “He said you’d look after me.”
“Is that all he said?”
She bit her lip and grinned at him as she shook her head. “He told me to be a gracious guest.”
He smiled and she could see the lines crinkling at the corners of his eyes. He stepped closer to her slowly, as if he expected her to shy away. She stood her ground as he stroked her face with the backs of his knuckles and inhaled a soft breath as he cupped one of her tits with the other hand.
“And just how gracious to you intend to be?”
She ran her tongue over her top lip as she reached out to stroke his cock through his his clothes. She giggled as she felt him already growing hard.
He laughed as his hand covered hers and pressed her palm harder against his cock. His other hand was at her waist, and he loosened her belt. He ripped her peplos over her head and she sighed in relief, she’d wanted rid of that damn thing all day. She reached for his pants but he slapped her hands away.
“Stand back. Let an old man look at you for a minute, child.”
She laughed as she backed away, and tossed her hair behind her shoulders. She traced her fingernails lightly over her breasts as he studied her body. He stepped forward and massaged one of her tits with his fingertips, flicked at her nipple as his other hand moved lower to cup her little cunt. She purred up at him as the tip of one finger dipped slowly into her cunt. He exhaled a ragged breath as he prodded her wet little hole, just the tip of his finger sliding in and out.
“Get on your knees, baby. Put your mouth on it for a minute.”
She never took her eyes off his as she dropped to her knees. She watched him, enjoying the way the lids of his eyes lowered and his chest rose and fell sharply as she placed soft kisses on the head of his cock. She licked slowly, teasingly up the shaft before taking him in her mouth. He stroked her cheek softly as she swallowed his cock, her little cheeks hollowing as she fucked his cock slowly with her pretty little mouth.
“That’s such a good little whore, baby.” His fingers skimmed over her cheekbone. “You know I’m old enough to be your father. Does your Daddy know what a good little cocksucker you are?”
She giggled around him and then tightened her lips, so that when she pulled him out of her mouth, they both heard the loud ‘pop.’ She grinned up at him as she trailed her tongue along the underside of his shaft. She flicked her tongue along the head and smiled up at him proudly.
“‘Course he does. Who do you think taught me?”
“Sucks her own fathers cock. I’ve never heard such a thing.” He let out a low laugh as he gathered the hair that had fallen in her face in his fist. He held her hair in his hand as he feigned shock. He arched his hips to shove his dick deeper in her throat. “Come on, then. Show me, Callia. Show me how you suck your daddy’s cock.”
She took a deep breath in through her nose, and then guided his cock swiftly down her throat. Her little cunt tightened, her clit throbbing as she felt his shaft stretch out her throat, felt the fullness of him inside her. He hissed as she pulled him out, just barely enough to take a breath and guided him back in. He pushed deeper every time she deep-throated his cock, fucking her face intently.
He breathed loudly as she pulled his cock out of her mouth and stroked it as she grazed her lips against his balls gently before she sucked him back in her mouth.
“That’s enough for now. It’s been too long since I saw this cock buried balls deep in a sweet little teenage cunt.” He fisted her hair and pulled her off his cock. He picked her up off the floor and sat her on top of a table that seemed to be the perfect height. She grinned up at him as she perched her ass on the edge and spread her legs wide open for him.
Albus grinned back at her. She liked him, and he could tell. He grinned as he stroked a finger up and down her soaking wet slit, from clit to hole. She rocked her hips against him as he teased her little pussy, moaning softly as he touched her. He took his cock in his fist, slapped it against her clit and laughed as he watched her writhe underneath him.
“Look at you.” He mused as he rested the head of his cock against her entrance. “Such a pretty little thing, so wet. So ready for some strange old man’s cock. Do you want me to fuck you, Callia?”
“Gods, yes,” she breathed, pushing her hips against him, trying to shove her cunt down on his cock. “I want to feel your big cock so deep inside me, Albus.”
He chuckled, but it turned into a strangled groan as he shoved himself inside her. She threw her head back as she felt the first stroke. That was one of her favorite parts of getting fucked; that first thrust of a brand new cock, the sound a man made the first time he drove inside her. His fingers traced the line of her bottom lip as he rested his cock so deep inside her. He pulled out and thrust deeper, slow powerful thrusts that made her clench her cunt tight around him. He slipped his thumb inside her mouth and she sucked greedily.
“Pretty little mouth on a pretty little whore. Does your father spill his cum inside those lips, Callia?”
She giggled as she stared up at him. He stroked his cock inside her, and it jerked as she flicked her tongue across the tip of his thumb. She nodded. “Sometimes he cums in my mouth. But sometimes he makes me lay back and open my mouth. He likes to see his cum all over my face. Will you cum on my face, Albus?”
His next thrust was so fast and so hard that she cried out and her little tits shook from the force.
“Do you want my cum on your face?”
It took her a minute to catch her breath, he was pounding her cunt now. Deep, fast thrusts that shook her entire body. He gripped her jaw in his hand and repeated his questions.
“Y-Yes, Albus.” She screamed out his name and felt his fingers tighten on her jaw and his cock throb in her cunt. She faked a sad little pout. “Cassius said I would be punished if he didn’t get to see your cum on my face.”
Albus wrapped his arms under hers, his fingers gripping her shoulders to pull her down harder on his thick cock. He leaned until is face was level with hers and she could watch his eyes while he fucked her.
“Now why would Cassius want to see his little sister’s face covered in my cum?” Again he faked a surprised confusion. “Don’t tell me you fuck him too, Callia. I mean, sucking your father’s cock is one thing. Are you really such a dirty little whore you fuck your own brother?”
She laughed, and her thighs trembled. Her little cunt was so fucking wet, and his cock felt so good inside her. She rocked her hips in slow circles as he pounded her pussy, and he murmured his encouragement.
“I have five brothers, Albus,” She told him with a sweet little grin. “They all fuck me. So does father.”
He laughed as she could see his face darken as he slammed his cock back inside her, his thrusts so hard and so fast now that she could hear the sound of his balls slapping against her.
“What bad girl you are Callia. A filthy, wet little slut.” He bit at her jaw and his fingers worked down her belly and lower to tease at her clit as he filled her cunt.
She nodded happily, in perfect agreement and gasped in disappointment as he yanked his cock out of her cunt.
“Don’t worry, I’m not finished with you yet,” he laughed as he climbed on the table, straddled her chest, and guided his cock to her mouth. “I just want to see you taste your own own cunt.”
She could feel the weight of his body on top of her, and she rocked her hips up, fucking at empty air as he guided his cock between her lips. She licked her own juices off his shaft; she loved the way she tasted on his cock. He stroked her hair as he fucked her mouth slowly. Then he grabbed her under her arms and pulled her farther onto the surface of the table so that he could guide his cock back inside her. He knelt over her and gripped her ankles. He pulled them up in the air, forcing them out to his sides in a wide V as he slammed back inside her. He pulled them closer into his body and nibbled at her ankle as he rocked his hips to drive his cunt inside. She gripped at the sides of the table for leverage as she pushed her cunt back against him.
“Faster, please, Albus. Please, oh Gods, fuck my little cunt.”
He pushed her legs up to her chest as he obliged her, driving into her with hard, furious thrusts. His eyes were trained on her young little tits bouncing below him as he fucked her cunt.
“Yes,” she breathed as she felt her pussy start to tremble around him. Her voice was ragged, high pitched, breathless. “Gonna cum.. Feel your big cock inside my cunt when I cum around it.. Fuck my pussy while I cum for you.”
He literally growled at her as his strokes grew more powerful, hard enough to bruise her little pussy lips and she threw her head back, screaming for him. She squeezed her tits as she came, violently trembling against him as her cunt spasmed around his body. She moaned his name, begging for his cock harder even as the orgasm tore through her tight little body.
He pulled his cock out as soon as her shudders subsided, and slapped his cock against her overly sensitive little clit and laughed as he watched her gasp and arch beneath him.
“Open your mouth wide, baby, and I’ll make sure you get to taste a little.”
She giggled an excited ‘thank you’ before she opened wide.
“Ahhhh,” She vocalized as she opened her mouth as wide as she could and he straddled her chest again and jerked his cock hard and fast with it pointed at her face.
He groaned and arched her back just before she felt the hot, thick cum his her face and tasted it in her mouth. He stroked just a few more times, and she kept her eyes open to watch his seed pump out of his cock and land on her face. She felt it on her nose, her cheek, her lips.
She let out a soft, satisfied little moan as she licked the salty cum off her lips. He sighed as he watched her.
When he’d stared at her cum covered face for a moment, he led her into his kitchen and served her what he claimed was his finest wine.
They talked at first about his life. Apparently he was the finest weapons-smith in Rome, which explained why Cassius was on such good terms with him. But the conversation quickly turned to her early training. He listened, engrossed, as she dazzled him with stories about her life: the dirty things she loved, the first load of cum she’d ever tasted, the men who paid her father to use her body. He sat back and stared intently at her through the first few stories, but it took a surprisingly short time for his cock to get hard again. He made her ride him slowly as she told him the story of the first time she’d ever taken a man’s cock in her little cunt.
By the time Cassius arrived, there was a second load of cum on her face to match the first.
*CASSIUS
He walked in the house without knocking, and there his little whore sat. She was sipping from a cup of wine, naked except for the dried cum on her sweet little face.
“So she wasn’t any trouble then?” Cass laughed as Albus stood to greet him.
His friend clapped him on the back. “If only I had tiny little teenage sluts showing up in my workshop more often. I’d be a much happier man.”
He slipped his hand around Callia’s throat as he studied her cum-stained face. “I see you were a good girl. Lot of cum, Callia. I’d say you made him cum more than once, didn’t you?”
She beamed as she nodded and he noticed a few stray drops of seed on her tits.
“If you ever bring her into the city again, and need someone to ‘look after her,’ I’d be happy to be of service, my friend.”
He didn’t take his eyes off Callia. He licked his lips, his cock throbbing between his legs. He’d intended to wait until they returned home, but why bother? He pulled her out of the chair by her hair, as she moaned as he spun her around to shove her over the table.
He traced a finger against her little hole. “He fucked you good, didn’t he, sis? Look at that little cunt.”
“Yes.” She pressed her hips back against him, and he pressed his middle finger against her tight, puckered little asshole. She gasped.
Albus moved over to lean against the doorway for a better view. “Can’t get enough, can she?”
“Never. She’s always ready.” Cass slid one finger slowly to her ass and his cock twitched as she moaned his name.
He tossed his sword on the table and stripped slowly, staring at his sister’s tight little body bent over the table. He slid a second finger into her ass, spreading them open as she stretched her out as much as he could. Her ass was tiny, always so fucking tight, and he was not a little man. He could stretch out her cunt enough to make her scream, and he rarely fucked her ass for that reason. But today her ass had not been used, and he wanted that hole to himself.
Her legs were already shaking as he slid just the head of her cock past the entrance of her ass. She was tiny, and he could see how far he had to stretch her to get it in. He inched in slowly, feeling her jerk around him as she struggled to relax her muscles. She whimpered in pain before he was even halfway in.
“Your clit, Callie.” He groaned as we warred with himself not to just force himself the rest of the way in in one quick stroke. Her ass was like a hot little vice, gripping his cock so tightly he could barely control himself. “Rub it, sis. Play with your little clit for me.”
He saw her nod, and her hand slid down her body, and she whimpered, and he felt her body spasm around his cock. Her muscles unclenched and this time she moaned as he inched himself farther in. He watched the swollen, rock hard shaft of his cock disappear into his sister’s ass, his balls already heavy. Her body clenched and unclenched around him as she toyed with her clit. He could hear her soft, sweet little moans, and the scream as he finally rested deep inside her. He fisted her hair as he eased out, and back in. Two, then three, then four slow thrusts as her body got used to his size. He head was turned toward the doorway, and when he glanced over, he saw Albus in the doorway, watching intently as he stroked his own cock.
He slapped his sisters ass and she gasped, part pain, part lust, part surprise.
“So fucking rude, Callia,” he chided. He heard her cry out as she slammed his cock back inside her. “Look at what you’ve done. And now you’re sitting here, watching him stroke a cock that you got hard, and you didn’t even offer to help him. Who trained you? I’m disappointed in you.”
He grabbed her by the hair, and pulled her off the table with his cock still deep inside her ass.
“Pull up a chair,” he told his friend. “Her mouth’s empty.”
Albus pulled up a chair and sat down, still stroking his cock.
Cassius forced his sister’s head down in the man’s lap. “Now, show me that you remember how to be a good girl.”
He heard it when she took the man’s cock in her mouth; greedy, wet sucking sounds, and then a strangled moan. He gathered all of her hair into his fist and held it away from her face. He pounded her ass as she deep-throated the cock in front of her. He could feel her ass tighten hard around him every time she choked. Her screams were muffled by the cock in her throat, but he could hear them. He fixated on the sight of his cock disappearing inside her, the way her tiny ass stretched wide around his shaft. He slapped her ass, over and over, leaving deliciously red hand prints on her soft skin.
She was so fucking tight around him, gripping his cock like no other whore ever had. He gripped her hips as he pulled her hard against him, loving every scream as she came up for air. Her legs were trembling against him, her knees shaking together violently. Albus’ hand was on the back of her neck, pushing her down harder on his cock as his hips drove up to meet her face.
When Cassius slid on hand between her legs to run her clit, she was practically dripping wet against his fingers. The lips of her cunt were soaked, her juices spreading nearly to her thighs. She whimpered as she rocked against his hand and his cock and he felt every muscle in her body tighten and start to shake as he slid two fingers inside her cunt. Three perfectly timed thrusts of his fingers and cock later and he felt it when she shattered around him. Her ass tightened, released, tightened, released – it vibrated so fast, so tight around his cock that he couldn’t keep the slow even pace he’d been using. He slammed inside her, any thought for her comfort gone. He gripped her slight little hips, and drilled her. Violent thrusts, so fucking hard that he could hear her screaming as Albus’s cock filled her throat.
Albus slapped the table hard with his hand and sounded a sharp gasp. His hips arched up and he forced Callie’s head down hard. He felt -and heard- his little sister choke and sputter as the man pumped his cum deep inside her throat. Her ass tightened as she gagged, and her body shook – and that was all it took.
He slammed into her so hard that he body moved forward a few inches. The legs of Albus’ chair scratched backward against the floor as he pumped his little sister’s ass full of cum. He dug his fingernails into her hips, grinding deep into her body as his balls emptied and her little hole filled with his seed.
The other man pulled his cock out of her throat, just before he pulled his cock out of her ass. She gasped for air, and Cassius helped her sink gently to her knees. She swayed like she was dizzy, and she grinned up at him, dried cum all over her pretty face and fresh cum and saliva on one side of her mouth and chin.
She looked dazed, but perfectly content. Satisfied.
He fucking loved her.
She kneeled on the floor, swaying slightly as he washed them cum off her face and tits and rocked on the balls of her feet as he helped her dress. He made a mess of it.
When she’d left their home this morning, her dress was ugly and modest, but perfectly draped and tied. Her hair had been perfectly arranged.. and she’s looked like a beautiful little noble girl.
Now her garment was sloppy, tied improperly, and her hair looked.. Well, it looked like she’d just been fucked – hard. Her eyes were sleepy and sated, her lips red and swollen.
When she’d left their home she’d looked like a beautiful little noble girl. Now she looked like a perfect little whore. It suited her much better, in his opinion. She looked far more beautiful to him like this – because this was who she truly was. And he loved who she was.

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Payback is a Dick

WARNING… this story contains a lot of rape.. punishment. This story is about one girl that gets to payback those that have abused her

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First time dominating

I wrote this for a friendTuesday 18th June 2013
Dear Diary
Well the day is almost here… This is the first time I have done something like this and to be honest I’m quite nervous about it. What if it doesn’t go to plan or he doesn’t enjoy it? I mean don’t get me wrong I’ve imagined doing it fantasied about it if you will but to actually do it is another thing. He mentioned he liked a dominating woman and being a submissive myself I aim to please so here I am writing this down in my diary hoping to get some of my nerves off my chest lol…
So I have the handcuffs ready and a whip just in case but I’m not sure if I’ll use that. I went out and bought some expensive candles Jenny told me not to use cheap high street ones because they could really burn the skin. I got the Champagne, strawberries, cream and the sour apple popping candy in the fridge and Ice cubes in the freezer. so that’s the hot and cold, sweet and sour sorted, I brought some jasmine oils so that will be good for smell and the lady in the shop said that is also an Aphrodisiac so that should be good lol and I still got that red and black satin blindfold that I got from Ann summers but never had the chance to use so everything is sorted well bye for now xxSaturday 22nd June 2013
4:13pm
Dear Diary
Today’s the day. The plan is I’m going to meet Mark in Lewisham and we’re going to go for a drink before coming back here. I think I might need more than one lol. I’ve put out my black dress out to wear when I meet him…. I better start getting ready I’ll tell you all about it tomorrow lol. Bye for now xxSaturday 22nd June cont….
7pm
Dear Diary
Right I’m going now to meet him my stomach is fluttering all over the place. I’m wearing my black and mint green corset with my black dress over it, suspenders and stockings and my favourite gem tanzanite earrings ring and necklace. Speak to you later. Xx………………………………
As I leave the house the warm breeze gently lifts my hair off my neck like its kissing me to help me relax. The thought makes me laugh; I wonder if he will do that later always makes me super horny having my neck kissed. Walking to the bus stop doesn’t take me long and luckily the bus arrives just as I get there. When I get to Lewisham I take a deep breath, and walk into the pub. I see him straight away and smile “wow” I whisper to myself “so much better than I expected.” He stands up and kisses me on the cheek. I can see his smile widen as his eyes travel down my neck to my cleavage, over my dress and down my legs. Clearly he likes what he sees. He takes my hand and pulls out my seat; I can feel myself getting excited as I look up and him and sit down. I get wet easily so that’s not shocking but it’s like I can feel it making my thongs wet too ‘I might have to remove them soon’ I think as he sits down opposite me and orders us a drink.
We end up having 3 drinks each so as we leave I’m feeling more confident and ready for what I’ve planned for later. We chat about ourselves and I feel more comfortable with him, like I’ve known him years I guess it helps that we have been talking on taggalicious for the past 3 months.
As we arrive back at mine I smile and push him against the hallway wall kissing him softly and sucking his lower lip into my mouth
“time for the fun to start” I whisper in his ear
“about time I been wondering what you had planned all week” He says as I lift his top and kiss my way down his neck to his chest and tugging on his nipple hard enough to hurt but not enough to cause real pain. His hands start to circle my waist and I step back
“No you don’t” I say as I lift his hands off of me and lift them above his head. “Keep them there like a good boy or I will stop”
I see him smile he knows this isn’t easy for me but can see that part of me is enjoying being in charge. I get to my knees and unbutton his jeans and pull them down noticing he isn’t wearing anything under them. His already semi hard as I run my nail over his shaft and grip it firmly. Looking up at him I trail my tongue over his balls up his shaft pressing harder just below the head and up to the tip running my tongue over his little slit. I see his head fall back and his hands start to drop as he moans
“Shit Debbie that feels good”
I laugh as I run my hand up and down his shaft moving my hair to one side as I tell him he better keep his arms up If he wants more, moving back down to lick my tongue over his balls again I suck them into my mouth and move my hand over his cock, using my thumb to massage firmly against the underside, my thumb moves up to the head and spreading his precum I flatten my tongue and lick up his shaft again before swirling it round the tip and sucking it into my mouth. I hear his moans getting louder as he breathlessly says my name mixed with a lot of swear words making me smile. Well least I know I’m doing a good job lol. It’s not long before I feel his cock start to pulse and hear his moans getting louder I don’t know if I should let him cum in my mouth or stop him either way I don’t have much time to decide… at the last minute I decide to stop him so I firmly squeeze the base of his cock by his balls as he moans and shouts my name.
“Damn baby that was amazing, but why did you stop me?”
I smile back at him standing up “well that was just the beginning” I reply as I take his hand and lead him into my room.
The first thing he notices is the bed restraints on each of the four posts of my metal bed frame, he laughs as I push him onto the bed and remove my dress leaning over him in my corset and stockings
“God I’m going to love this” he says as his hands skim up my waist brushing against the sides of my boobs as he moves them up to my neck and pulls my lips down to his, kissing me hard he leaves me breathless and I pull back and smack him firmly but not hard across his face
“Hey” I pant “stop distracting me”
he laughs again as he mumbles his “sorry”
I start to lift his left hand up to the post above his head and tie the restraint around his wrist turning to his right hand his mouth pulls down my corset with his teeth releasing my right breast from its confinement and sucking my nipple into his mouth, I moan as I finish tying his arm up I pull back look into his eyes and smile
“Behave” I say as I kiss his lips softly,
I move my body down the bed to reach his feet so I can restrain them before straddling his chest and taking the blindfold to tie it round his head. I look down at him for a while I know he can’t see anything and how it’s time to stimulate his senses I lean over and pick up the taper lighter that I have on my bedside draw and light the candles, the smell of jasmine and vanilla fills the room, I take a deep breath breathing in the smell before standing up and going to the kitchen, I go to the fridge taking out the champagne, cream sour apple and the strawberries before walking back to the bedroom. I stand in the doorway for a few seconds looking at the beautiful view on my bed I can see he’s starting to get confused wondering where I have gone and what I’m doing it makes me giggle which actually ruins the view cause he hears me and smiles before laying his head back on my pillow. I sigh and walk back to him. I put the stuff on the bedside table and straddle his waist again picking up the jasmine oil that’s waiting in my draw and putting little drops behind my ears and between my breasts. As I put it back I say
“Well Mark I find myself with a little problem! I’ve been wet since I saw you in the pub and it’s only got worse. Now you made me drip with the taste of you cock. I need some help, so here’s what’s going to happen… I’m going to slide these wet thongs off my legs and sit on your face! you’re going to eat my pussy until I cum, now I know that might be hard as you know that’s not something I have ever experienced so I’m going to untie your left hand to help you out a bit. I will tell you that nothing is going to continue until you make me cum do you understand?”
I see Mark nod as I climb back off him and slide my thongs over my arse and down my legs before straddling his face and leaning over to unite his left hand. I feel his tongue seek out my clit as soon as he feels my pussy move down to his mouth, his left hand slides up my thigh as his fingers circle my clit gently and his tongue moves up and down my slit. My breathing quickens as his arm reaches round my legs and pulls me closer to his mouth and he sucks one of my lips into his mouth, gently scraping it with his teeth. His tongue pushes deeper inside me thrusting into my pussy as his fingers move back to my clit gently moving in circular movements, I realise this might be the first time I cum on a man’s tongue and the thought makes me more excited as I start to grind myself on his face. It isn’t long before I feel myself coming, moaning and screaming loudly as he continues to thrust his tongue into me. it’s not long before I slide of him and lay next to him trying to catch my breath while watching him lick the remainders of my juices from his lips and fingers I roll on to my stomach and tie his hand back into the restraint,
“Very good Mark and you can wipe that smirk off your face, yes you’re the first man to never make me come by licking my pussy but we aren’t finished yet!” I’m smiling as I say this and I know he can hear it in my voice,
his smile spreads wider over his handsome face but soon disappears as I lift the candle and drip the wax onto his chest
“FUCK” he screams “FUCKING HELL DEBBIE” I start giggling as I gently blow on the wax and watch it harden against his skin
“Shhhhh baby ill make it better” I whisper as I kiss my way down his chest over the now warm wax moving down to his stomach.
I lift my eyes to his face as I reach out and take the top ice cube from the bowl. I slide the ice up this thigh and watch him jump; before he can speak I lick my tongue up his balls and up his shaft making him forget the cold. I continue to lick and suck his cock as I trail the ice over his nipples and his stomach. I begin to blow gently on his nipples and lick along the trail the ice has left on his stomach. I can hear him moaning beneath me his arms now straining against the restraint. I bring the ice down to his cock and slide it up his shaft following closely behind with my tongue. I sit up and straddle his waist his hard cock rubbing against my pussy and sliding between my lips putting another ice cube into my mouth I bend down towards his face
“open your mouth” I breath inches from his lips he slowly does as I say finally getting wide enough to drop the cube from my mouth into his. “Now run it round your mouth for a bit then I want you to hold it between your lips but don’t drop it!”
I watch him move the cube around his mouth for a bit and wait for him to hold it between his lips. Finally I see him bring the cube up to his lips slightly closing his teeth so it doesn’t fall back into his mouth or slip out. I move up to his waist and tell him to rub the cube over my nipple, I lower my right breast to his mouth so he can reach. As the ice hits my nipple I shudder the cold is shocking in the warm air and the even warmer air of his breath. he continues to rub the cube around my nipple for a bit before I say
“good not hold it in your mouth again” I sit up and lean over to the table picking up the sour apple popping candy taking a bit into my palm before pressing them to my cold nipple, as soon as they hit the coldness and damp of my nipple I feel them start to pop, it feels strange kind of tingly and kind of painful too but not in a bad way I lean over to get the cream and squirt it on to my left breast. Bending over being careful not to knock any of the candy from my right nipple I tell him to give me back the cube, he carefully pushes the ice with his tongue into my mouth brushing his tongue against mine causing me to moan. I crunch the ice in my mouth before swallowing it and kissing Mark on the lips,
“Right now open your mouth and suck my nipple” I say kissing him again as I pull away I feel his tongue caress mine. He lays there with his mouth open as I guide my right nipple into it. His mouth closes around me and I immediately see the taste of the sour apple explode over his tongue. The sound of the candy popping loud enough for me to hear it as well as feel it. I try hard not to laugh as his face squints up at the sharp tang he wasn’t expecting before the slight sweetness of the apple comes through. His tongue begins working my nipple for more than just the taste makes my juices pool between my legs again as my hand randomly strokes his cock and his hips pump beneath me. I pull away from his mouth with a wet plopping sound then move my other nipple and the cream into his awaiting mouth. This time I hear him moan, he likes the sweet taste better it doesn’t explode or shock him. As he sucks on my nipple I rub myself against his cock moving my hips back and forth. Mark starts to push his hips up and against me as he continues to suck on my nipple. Lifting my hips up I let him slide his cock into me for the first time. It feels amazing, so full making me want to come again. There is a slight pain as he thrusts his 8″ deeper into me until his balls slap against my arse. I pull my nipple from his mouth and kiss him hard.
“Jesus baby you’re so tight it feels amazing.” He grunts “you feel amazing. I would love to be touching your now”
“Soon” I whisper as I kiss him again before sitting up and riding my hips and pussy back and forth on his cock. My hands rest on his chest as I throw my head back and really start to move. I can feel his cock getting bigger and harder inside me, he’s not far. This time I think I will let him cum instead of stopping him. As I continue to ride his cock and he thrusts up into me with each of my downward strokes I feel myself getting closer, my stomach tensing and pure pleasure spreading through my body, my head rolls back and a loud moan escapes my open mouth, my nails trail down his chest as my inner muscles start to squeeze and contact around his cock milking him. Mark grunts and moans gripping my metal head post as I feel his cum shooting deep inside me. the intense feeling is getting too much as I scream, cumin again over his cock I feel I could easily collapse and black out but I don’t want to forget this experience or the pleasure he is giving me. After we both cum I continue to gently stroke myself on his cock for a moment before leaning over and untying the restraints around his wrists.
“That was amazing,” he whispers as his arms circle around my back pinning me to his chest. Not that I have any intention of moving for a while as I try to control my breathing
“Mmmm” is all I can say back.
I hear him giggling at my response his right hand moving up and stroking my hair as he kisses my forehead and tells me he’s not finished with me yet. I smile and let him know I have no intention of stopping. He lifts me up and leans over me to untie his feet before throwing me on the bed turning me onto my stomach, pulling my hips up to his cock and quickly kneeling behind me.
Laughing he says “well while you get yourself under control I think I’ll remove this corset so I can have a go at this pussy of yours again… Or maybe this sexy little arse” he quickly pulls off my corset and I feel him slide his cock between my two holes not sure which one he will take as he gently pushes against each hole before moving to the other. He pushes harder against my arse, enough to open it slightly but not enough to slide in I hold my breath my heart beating fast and my pussy getting wetter as I wait for him to slide in.
“Soon” he says as he slides his cock back to my pussy and pushes deep and hard till his balls hit my arse. The sounds of his hips and balls slapping against me as he pumps in and out of my pussy fill the room and only make me wetter which seems to please him as he grabs my hips digging his fingers into them and pulling me back hard with every forward thrust. I never knew I could swear as much as I am now over and over as he gets deeper I didn’t think that was possible
“Oh fuck baby I love your pussy, it’s so tight.” I hear him pant making me smile I decide to make it tighter by squeezing my muscles around his cock.
“SHIT, oh fuck” I hear him moan
“What’s the matter baby” I giggle breathlessly
“You little fucking tease” he smiles “now you’re going to get it” he thrusts so hard into me I almost lose balance and have to grab the back of my bed post for support no longer giggling all I can do is moan with the pleasure he’s giving my body.
After a while he pulls back out of my pussy and lines his cock with my arse. Using my pussy juices to make it easier to slide in. I hold my breath waiting for it to hurt it’s been years since I’ve had a man in my arse but this isn’t like last time this is about my pleasure too, He leans down and places little kisses over my back and down my spine holding still inside me as I get used to his size and the feeling of being full. Slowly at first he slides his cock in and out of my arse I know he has never done this before so he’s experiencing the pleasure for the first time and most likely finding it very hard to go so slow. I look over my shoulder, his face is strained with his concentration I think it’s sweet that he’s trying to make it more about me than him, men from my experiences usually only care about their own pleasure, all promises about lasting all night and what they can do but always a disappointment when it comes to doing it,
“Mmm Mark you feel so good,” I pant “go faster.” I see the relief on his sexy face as he starts to pound into my arse. I feel the sweat from his tanned stomach drip on my back as he pushes deeper inside me
“Oh Jesus Christ Debbie I’m going to cum.”
I move my hand down to my pussy and start to run my fingers over my clit gently but firmly in a circular motion, my breathing coming quicker as he thrusts into my arse. He notices my hand and moves his round stomach to thrust his fingers into my pussy
“Your so wet baby” he breaths as he moves two of his fingers deep inside me,
I can feel myself getting close again ‘what is it about this man’ I think to myself, Mark pushes into me faster as he starts to come screaming my name. I replace his fingers with mine and finger myself hard and fast as his thrust slow down and his hands relax a bit on my hips,
“Sit up on the pillows and face me I want to watch you”
I move to the head of the bed and face him, opening my legs wide I go back to what I was doing
“Slow down,” he says taking my hand away from my almost ready to come pussy “I want to enjoy the show, see what the videos showed me up close and personal”
I move my fingers back to my clit and rub myself with my right hand in a circular motion, imagining him bending down and licking my pussy again, his hand reaches to his cock, his eyes focused on my right hand that has move down and is now slowly circling my hole
“Well the videos I sent you Mark are only 45seconds worth” I giggle “what’s app won’t let you send longer than that”
“Well I want to see what I missed then”
I slide two of my fingers inside me and curl then up as I start pulling them out, my breathing now getting quicker as I use the palm of my hand to rub against my clit moving my hips and thrusting hard into my pussy. I feel my muscles clenching around my fingers and my juices begin running down my wrist. Mark looks at me as I bite my lower lip; I find it hard to keep my eyes open as I’m about to cum. When I finally open my eyes again I see him smiling down at me, he takes my hand and pulls me on top of him. Turning me so that my mouth is right above his cock.
“This is what I’ve wanted to do to you since I first saw your private pictures on taggalicious” He says before he slides his tongue between my lips in one long stroke from my arse to my clit. I moan around his cock, the vibrations moving down his shaft. My tongue swirls around his head as my hand caresses its way up and down his length, I feel his teeth gently scraping my lips before his tongue thrusts deep into my pussy. It’s not long before I feel myself ready to cum again and I push my hips down on to his mouth, I know he’s not far either, his cock swells in my mouth and he starts to thrust deeper into my throat. Soon I feel his cum shooting down my throat as I make myself swallow each shot, his salty warm taste send me over the edge as I cum in his mouth feeling his lap up my juices.
We lay in my bed my head is on his chest, his right arm stroking my back and his left hand entwined with my right his thumb gently stroking mine. I love the smell of a man it makes me feel safe and can really turn me on, breathing in his scent he kisses my head
“You know….” He starts “this wasn’t what I expected”
I look up at him not sure if this is going to be a good thing or not, he looks deep in my eyes untangling our hands and stroking the hair out of my face
“It’s so much better” he smiles “we talked for a long time and things always got in the way of us meeting. But now… I don’t know it’s better than I thought it would be”
“I know the feeling” I reply “how about a shower?” I smile up at him
As I step into the warm water his arms go round my waist pulling me towards him, I look up into his eyes just as lips descend on mine. Pulling away I smile and pick up the Nivea oil and water lily body wash from the shelf, squeezing some into my hand I lather it up and start to rub it all over his chest. he does the same thing but moves his hands up and down my back spreading my cheeks and cleaning me between my thighs, pulling me towards him and using the soap I’ve rubbed on his chest to clean mine. Moving my right hand over his cock and my left caresses his balls he turns me round so his now hard cock is pressing against my arse cheeks as his hands clean my chest and stomach. Stepping up on my toes I push against his cock letting it slowly slide into my warm wet pussy, he thrusts deep into me as his finger seeks my clit. He kisses me hard pulling my face round to reach my lips as the warm water gently caresses its way down and over our soapy bodies. It’s not long before I’m coming again and I feel his hot sperm shooting inside me. We finish cleaning ourselves and each other before climbing out and drying each other off.
We spend the rest of the day talking and kissing before he has to go back home to Brighton, we both have work tomorrow which I’m really wishing we could call in sick so we could spend more time together but I know we can’t. I walk with him to the station and watch him get on before heading home. Monday 23rd June 2013
Dear Diary
Well Mark got home ok he called me from his bed lol; he said he wants to see me again and soon. The sex was so much better than I expected and I kind of enjoyed the dominating part although it didn’t last long lol. Well we will have to see how things go, Marks planning on coming down again next weekend and we talked about me going up there too.
Well take care and I’ll let you know how things pan out xx
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Adult Room Chapter 3

We looked at each other with sort of embarrassed grins. We had jacked off together before, but this was different. We agreed that the hand job was more fun than solo work.
We cleaned up and ordered a pizza. After the pizza arrived, we played the gay video. While we ate, we discussed some of the action. We put the pizza box in the trash and put our glasses in the dishwasher, then we went back to finish watching the video.
We agreed some of the blowjob scenes were pretty hot, but we weren’t too sure about the butt fucking. The blowjob action had given me a boner, so I took off my shorts and started to stroke my cock.
Mike moved over next to me and said, “Let me.” He sat beside me and began to stroke me. I stopped him long enough for him to take of his shorts. He sat back down, we held each others cock and we began the dual hand job while the video ran.
We were watching a particularly well photographed blowjob scene when Mike said, “I wonder what it feels like to suck a cock? Is there any taste?” I replied, “I don’t know. I wonder what it feels like to have your cock in someone’s mouth?”
Mike stopped the hand job and bent over my cock. I felt his warm breath on my cockhead as he slipped his mouth down over my cock. He sucked a minute, then looked up and said, “It’s tastes a little salty.” He resumed sucking. We had seen some 69 scenes, so I stopped Mike long so we could get arranged on our sides on the floor.
Mike resumed sucking my cock and I looked at his, inches from my face. I held it and brought it to my lips. I licked the pre-cum off his cockhead. It was slightly salty. I ran my tongue tip around his cockhead then slipped my lips over it. It felt good in my mouth. I thought, “Let Mikie try it. Look! He likes it! Markie likes it too!”
We finished our first blowjobs with another hand job. We agreed that both ways were neat ways of getting our nuts off. Having your cock sucked was more fun than beating your meat. Or having someone beat it for you.
Dad interrupted, “When did Julie get involved?”
Julie said, “Let me tell them.”
Part 5
“It was after my 18th birthday, when you and Mom told me I could set my own hours and could come and go pretty much as I pleased.”
I came home from a bad date. My boyfriend had been a real jerk. We had been having a good time at a party, but he started drinking shooters and finally passed out. I took a taxi home. I changed into a long t-shirt and went to bed. I was pretty upset and restless. About 1:00 a.m., I heard one of the guys come in, then I heard the other come in a few minutes later. I laid there for awhile. I still couldn’t sleep. I heard Mike and Mark talking quietly. I decided to go to their room and see if they would listen to me complain about my jerk boyfriend.
I pushed the door open and looked in. I couldn’t believe it. They were both naked. Mark was kneeling in front of Mike and he was sucking Mike’s cock. Mark had a hard-on which he was stroking as he sucked away. I started to close the door and back away when Mike said, “Come on in, Julie. It’s o.k.” Mark stopped sucking and took Mike’s cock out of his mouth as he said, “Want a taste? I’ll share.”
I said, “No, thanks. I’ll just watch,” as I sat on the edge of the bed. Mark said, “Suit yourself. You don’t know what you are missing.” And he resumed giving Mike the blowjob.
If was fascinating to watch Mark suck off Mike. He would lick Mike from balls to cockhead and back. Mike seemed to really like it when Mark would run the tip of his tongue all around the rim of his cockhead. Mark must have swallowed two-thirds of Mike’s cock when he would wrap his lips around Mike’s cockshaft and bob his head up and down. Mark stopped stroking his own cock and used his hand to hold and fondle Mike’s balls. I liked it when I saw Mark suck each of Mike’s nuts into his mouth. Mike must have liked it too, because he was standing there with his eyes closed and with a smile on his face.
I was tweaking a nipple with one hand and running my fingers up and down my pussy slit when I heard Mike say, “I’m going to cum.” I realized that I had been daydreaming. I’d never seen a man cum before. Mark pulled Mike’s cock out of his mouth and started jacking him off. Mike stood on his toes, arched his back and shot gobs of cum onto Mark’s chest. It was the sexiest, nastiest thing that I had ever seen.
Then Mark licked Mike’s cock clean and turned towards me. I was still fingering my pussy. Mark said, “Oh, poor little sister. All of this cock and she has to use a finger.” He crawled over to me. spread my legs and started to lick my pussy. I almost had an orgasm right then. His head was covered by my t-shirt so I pulled it off to see him eat me out. It was fantastic. He licked my slit from bottom to top and landed right on my aching clit with his lips.
Mark was sucking my clit and Mike began playing with my tits. He was sucking one nipple and pinching the other, when Mark slipped a couple of fingers into my cunt. As he nipped my clit, I started to cum. Mike planted his mouth over mine and filled my mouth with his tongue. It was good he did, because my first orgasm with my brothers was a real screamer.
Mike said, “Julie took a while to come down. I held her and caressed and stroked her face and belly. Mark was rubbing his cheeks on her pussy hair and occasionally licked her slit and kissing her pussy lips. Julie finally lay back on the bed and stretched into a spread eagle. She sat up and kissed me then she looked at Mark.”
Julie leaned forward and kissed Mark. “Am I tasting my pussy?”

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I’ve been away for awhile. Had some spare time-am verrry horny and decided to redo My Daughter My Domme