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“RUNAWAY” Chapter 13 “Consequences”

Holly, continues her journey by the name Sammi Shepherd, with more ‘dreams’ of the memories of horrific degradation and humiliation by Roger her mom’s boyfriend and his ‘friends’ as he does everything he can to destroy her self esteme. Not until the end of this chapter does she wake back in the present. The other chapters to this story and my other stories.

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A Day at the Lake

My next door neighbors and I are good friends. He is about 20 years older than me, is married, and has a son, Jason, and daughter, Christina, both around my age, from his first marriage. His wife has two daughters from her first marriage. Their names are April and Jane. Jane is going into middle school and April just graduated high school. April is about 5’8” tall and has developed nicely over the past three years that I have known her. She sports about a 34-C bra and is in great shape. She was a cheerleader at her high school. She is always darkly tanned and has dark brown hair. I often see her and her friends tanning in their back yard. A few weeks ago James asked me if I wanted to go to the lake with them and hang out on their boat. I told them that I would, and he said to meet them out front at 8 am that Friday.
I woke up early that day, around 6 or so. I let the dogs out, did a couple of chores, went and got my bathing suit on and met James and his family out front of our houses. “Hey James, thanks for inviting me.”
“No problem, Ryan. With your wife out of town, you need someone to hang out with right? Plus, we can get some sun and drink a few beers. Jason can’t go because he finally got a job, but the rest of us will be there.”
“OK, that’s fine,” I smiled, and climbed into his truck. I was sitting in the front with him, while Christina sat in the back. James’ wife drove their other car with April and Jane, towing the jet-ski. We got to the lake and I helped James get the boat ready while everyone else walked down to the dock. As James backed the boat down the ramp, I unhooked it from the trailer and held it to the dock as everyone else got in. We sat in the boat, talking about random stuff and congratulating Ashley on her graduation. James got to the boat and we drove across the lake to the beach where we usually set up our stuff.
We unloaded the stuff out of the boat and set it up. James started the charcoal on the grill, Christina and I set up the canopy and the rest of the girls took care of everything else. Once we were done setting up, James asked who wanted to ride on the tubes first. Jane yelled saying that she wanted to and that she wanted Christina to be on the other one. James and his wife got into the boat hooked the tubes up and they were off with Jane and Christina yelling and screaming behind them. Ashley and I were sitting on out towels on the beach just soaking up the sun.
“So, congrats again on your graduation. What are your plans now?” I asked April.
“I don’t know. I kind of want to be a nurse. I might go to college for that, I don’t want to leave home though. I like my family and I think it would be hard to go far away for school.”
“Yeah, I don’t know if your mom would want you too far away either. Actually, don’t tell her I told you this, but she said that she wants you to at least stay in state if not in town for school.”
“She told you that?” April asked me.
“Yeah, she said that a while ago at one of our bar-b-ques. You know how moms are.”
April smiled and in a sarcastic voice said, “Yeah, they don’t want their babies to grow up. I know.” We sat for a little while longer, and then April stood up and said, “I wonder where they are? They should have been back by now. I’ll try calling them.” She got her phone and called them. April came over to me and said, “They forgot to fill the boat up with gas. They had to put it back on the trailer and go to the gas station. They won’t be back for about an hour. Oh well, you wanna go for a swim? I’m hot.”
‘Yeah you are’ I thought to myself. “Sure, that’ll cool us off a little.” I stood up and took my shirt and sandals off. I could see out of the corner of my eye that April was staring at me. I turned to her and asked, “Are you gonna swim in your shorts and shirt?”
“Oh, no, sorry, I was just thinking about something.” She bent down and slid her shorts off revealing her bikini bottom that barely covered half of her ass. She stood back up and peeled her shirt off. She had a very tight fitting black string bikini with white tie-strings. Her tanned body glowed in the sunshine. She tossed her shirt on her towel with her shorts and we both walked into the water.
We splashed around a while. April went under the water and came up with her face looking up, brushing her hair back with her hands. I swam out a ways turned around and came back in. When I got to where I could stand, April came up behind me, jumped on my back and pulled me under the water with her. I reached around behind my head, trying to grab her shoulders and pull us both out of the water. My hand went to the back of her neck and while I grabbed her neck to pull us both up, I accidentally grabbed the tie string of her bikini. As we came out of the water, I let go quickly, but April must not have noticed it right away. We stood up, I turned around and she was standing there, breasts fully exposed to me. I quickly turned away, she grabbed her top and pulled it back on, saying, “Oops, sorry about that.”
“No, I think I did that on accident. I’m the one who should apologize.” I could feel my face turning red from the embarrassment but I could also feel the blood flowing into my cock from the sight of her great tits. “I really didn’t mean to do that April.”
“It’s OK Ryan. We were playing around. That stuff happens.” She sounded pretty mature saying that. We walked out of the water and went and sat on our towels. I made sure April went first so she didn’t see my partially erect penis sticking out
and so I could watch her wet ass walking up the beach. With all the moving and jumping we did, her bikini bottoms had ridden up a little, almost creating a thong look. April got to her towel and sat down. She still had one hand on the back of her neck to hold her bikini on. I was almost to my towel when she said, “Hey Ryan, before you sit down, would you mind tying this for me. I mean, since you untied it anyway.” I could hear the sarcasm in her voice.
“Yeah, sure, I can do that, smart ass.” I walked over behind her, knelt down behind her, grabbed the strings and tied them.
“No, it’s gotta be a little tighter than that. Are you trying to make me fall out of this thing?”
I wanted to say yes, but I said, “OH, sorry, no I don’t know how tight you want it.”
She grabbed her breasts, and pushed them up and together a little. “Here, now pull the strings so they’re kinda tight.” I pulled up on the strings. “There, now tie it.” She let go of herself and said, “There, that’s a lot better. See? They don’t flop all over now.” She shook her chest back and forth a little to make sure.
“Sorry, I’ve never tied a bikini on before. Not really my thing you know?” I quickly sat down hoping that she didn’t see my semi-erect cock.
April turned toward me, and lay down on her stomach. She picked her head up, looked at me and asked, “Would you mind rubbing some sun screen on my back Ryan? I don’t want to burn.”
“Yeah, I can do that.” I grabbed the sun screen and squirted some into my hand. I started rubbing it on her back, holding the strings up with one hand and rubbing the sun screen into her back with the other.
“You know what? You can untie that so it doesn’t get in the way.”
“Its fine, I can work around it.”
“No, please untie it. I also don’t want to get any tan lines.” I grabbed the strings in each hand and slowly untied the knot, putting the loose ends on the ground next to her. I finished with her back when she asked, “My legs too? Would you mind?”
“Of course not, I don’t mind.” I said, thinking ‘actually I would love it.’ I rubbed sun screen into the skin on the back of her legs starting at her feet and moving up to the back of her thighs.
April reached her hands back to her bikini, pulled it even more into her ass, and asked, “Here too? Please?”
In a sarcastic tone of voice I said, “If I have to I guess I will.” I put more sun screen on my hands and began rubbing it into her ass.
I wasn’t thinking about anything besides rubbing her ass. I was staring at my hands as I made circles around her butt. She had a very firm and toned ass. I was so focused on her ass, April had to stop me and say, “I think it’s good now Ryan. I think you got it all rubbed in.”
“Sorry, my mind wandered off a little there.” I got up and moved back to my towel. I lay down on my towel on my stomach, pressing my now almost fully erect cock into the ground. April reached up to the back of her neck, untied her bikini and moved her hair out of the way. She was looking at me the whole time she was untying her top, ensuring I saw her and knew what she was doing. When she finished, she kept her eyes on me. “What?” I asked her.
“Oh nothing. Thanks for rubbing the sun screen on me.”
“No problem, you are welcome.” She laid her head back down as did I.
I laid there listening to the waves for what seemed like forever, I looked at my watch and it was only about ten minutes. I heard April say, “Ryan, do you think you can put some more sun screen on me?”
“Already, I think you should be ok. It’s only been ten minutes.” I replied, not opening my eyes.
“Yeah, but you didn’t get all of me.” I sat up and looked over at April. She was sitting up, facing me, and was completely topless. “You missed a couple spots. Specifically, here and here.” She pointed to her breasts.
I quickly turned my head, saying “April, don’t you think you should put your bikini back on? Your parents could be back any time.”
“They told me an hour which usually means longer than that. Now, please, come over here and put some sun screen on me. I told you that I didn’t want to get burned
or tan lines. This is the best way to not get tan lines, right?”
“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” I stood up, and walked over to her, trying not to stare at her beautiful chest. “Um, I guess, lay down.” April laid down and I grabbed the sun screen, put some onto my hands, and started rubbing it into her stomach.
“I already put it on there; I wanted you to put in on here.” She grabbed my hands and brought them up to her chest. She put my hands on either breast and started to move them in circular motions. “See? I need you to rub it in here.” She said as she released the grip she had on my hands. “Yeah, that’s the spot. Right there.” She started to moan softly.
“April, are you sure this is OK? I mean, I’m married.” I felt my hard on growing bigger so I moved a little to try and hide it.
“Ryan, if I didn’t want you to do this, I wouldn’t have asked. Besides, no one will ever know besides us.” Somehow that was reassuring, I don’t know why, but I felt better. I continued rubbing and massaging her breasts. “That feels good Ryan.” She closed her eyes and started to breathe a little heavier. “OK, I think it’s all rubbed in Ryan.”
“So, maybe I wanna keep rubbing your beautiful breasts. It seems like you are enjoying it and I know I am.” I started to pinch her nipples a little as they became erect.
April moved her hand up to my leg, and ran it up to my hard cock. “Well, I guess you are enjoying it. See? Aren’t you glad I asked you to rub the sun screen on me now?” She started to massage my cock through my swim shorts. It felt so good I started to close my eyes. Her other hand reached up to my shoulder and she slowly pulled me down to her. I opened my eyes as I got close to her; she was looking directly into my eyes and said, “Ryan, can I kiss you?” Without giving me a chance to respond, she pulled me closer and kissed me. Her lips were so soft and she tasted like strawberries from her lip gloss. She opened her eyes and stopped the kiss, “Wow, Ryan, you are a good kisser.”
“Thanks, but that was nothing.” I kissed her again, this time opening my mouth and sticking my tongue into hers. I slowly moved my tongue around inside her mouth playing with her tongue. I still had my hands on her breasts, massaging them and pinching her nipples. April started to moan more as she started to move her tongue around with mine.
She took her hand off of my hard-on, reached up and pulled the tie-string on my shorts. “Is this OK?” She asked sheepishly. I nodded as we kissed. She slid my shorts down, letting my hard cock ‘snap’ off of the waistband of my shorts. It stuck out facing her now. “Wow, Ryan, your wife is a very lucky lady. You have a nice big dick. Is that OK if I call it a dick?”
“Yeah, you can call it whatever you want April.”
She grabbed it again and started to stroke the length of it with her hand. Her eyes fixed on my cock, she said, “Wow. I just can’t believe the size of it. I mean, it’s a lot bigger than the boys’ I have been with from school.” I was wondering how many boys she had been with. She returned her lips to mine and with her free hand, she took one of my hands off of her chest and guided it down to her crotch. “Will you rub here too Ryan? I think I need some attention down here.”
I started to rub her mound right above her pussy. She let go of my hand, went to either side of her hips with her hand and untied the strings on her bikini bottoms. She pulled them off revealing her completely shaven young mound to me. She grabbed my hand again, moving it farther down, “Down here Ryan.” I ran my fingers up and down her slit which was partly moist. I felt her juices on my fingertips the more I rubbed it. April started to moan louder now, especially after I started alternating back and forth between flicking each nipple.
She dug her tongue into my mouth and stroked my cock faster. “April, that’s getting a little rough.” I was referring to my cock as she was stroking it faster.
“OK, so what? I don’t have anything to put on it for lube. But I can do this.” She stopped stroking me, leaned up on her elbow, and inserted my cock into her mouth. “Mmmmmm.” Her lips were stretched to the limit as she took my cock into her mouth. She pulled her head back, “Damn, that’s big. I imagined that you’d have a big cock, but not that big. It barely fits in my mouth.” She re-inserted my cock into her mouth, moaning as she slid her lips down my shaft. I moved my fingers up and started to rub her clit. She started to moan more now. She pulled my dick out of her mouth and said, “Ryan, will you, you know, will you have sex with me?”
“You mean you want me to fuck you? Uh, April, I
”
“Don’t worry,” she knew what I was going to say. “My parents aren’t going to be back for a while still and NO, your wife will never know.”
“I would love to do that. I have been thinking about doing you since I met you. I just never thought I would have the opportunity.”
“Really?” She asked excitedly. “I have been thinking that too. Can I tell you another secret?”
“What’s that?”
“I have masturbated many times thinking about you fucking me and about you fucking your wife. I saw you two messing around in your kitchen one day when I was home from school. I heard you laughing, so I looked over to see what you were doing, and you were standing between her legs as she was naked on the counter. I tried to stop looking, but I just couldn’t. I’m sorry Ryan. Please don’t be mad.”
“Oh, I am far from mad. Actually it turns me on more knowing that you were watching us. I like that.” I moved over so I was kneeling in front of her open legs, my hard cock pointing at her awaiting pussy. “April, I don’t have a condom, I don’t think we can do this.”
“It’s ok Ryan, I’m on the pill just in case something happens. I told my mom that it was so I got more regular periods, but it’s not really for that. You might have to go slow. Actually, you know what? How about you lay down? That way I can control how deep and far your dick goes into me.”
“I would love that. I would actually prefer that.” I didn’t tell her I liked to be on bottom. “I want you to be able to control it so I don’t hurt you.” I lay down on her towel as she stood up and straddled me. My cock standing erect, pointing up at her pussy, she squatted down, grabbed me and positioned herself over me. She pressed the head right at the entrance of her opening and began to take me in.
She put both of her hands down there and pulled her pussy lips apart. “This’ll help.” April started to push herself down onto my cock. As the head went in, she gasped for air. Her eyes opened wide out of shock, but she kept pushing. I felt the head of my dick pop into her and April let out a loud moan. “Mmmmmm that feels great! It’s definitely big, but it feels so good.” She kept lowering herself into my prick. I could tell she was in pain, but she didn’t stop. She closed her eyes, held her breath, and pushed down onto me as far as she could take it. “Oh my God Ryan. That feels so good.”
“Yeah it does, your pussy is so tight. I can’t believe I’m doing this. I love the feel of a tight pussy on my cock.” I reached up and started to massage her breasts as she relaxed a little and started to move herself up and down on my cock.
I took one hand down to her crotch and started to rub her clit again. “Oh my God that feels so good.” She mumbled something after that.
“What’s that?” I asked.
“Oh, I was just asking myself if I was really fucking you right now. It feels great.” As she loosened up more, she started to move up and down easier. I pinched and twisted her nipples with the one hand that was still on her tits, which made her scream a little. “Do that again. That feels great!” I continued to rub her clit and pinch her nipples as she started to bounce up and down faster on my cock.
“Damn April, you are so tight I don’t think I am going to last too long,” I told her. “I’m trying to hold it back as long as I can, but it’s not doing much.”
“That’s fine. Just do what you do and we’ll get used to each other more. I won’t last long either. I’ve never had a cock this big before.” She reached up and grabbed her breast that I wasn’t pinching and started to rub it. She leaned her head back and moaned even louder. I could feel the temperature of her pussy heating up. She was getting ready to climax.
As she heated up, I felt my balls start to pump my cum into my shaft. I twitched my cock in her and she let out a small scream of surprise. My thumb was moving faster on her clit now and my fingers pinching her nipple were working at the same speed. “I think I’m gonna cum April. I can’t hold it any longer.”
“Do it, go inside me. I want to feel your cum in me.” She started to bounce up and down faster, but now she added a back and forth movement which sent me over the edge.
“Here it comes. Holy shit!” I yelled as I pushed my cock into her, releasing shot after shot of cum deep into her young pussy. I tightened up my cock, making it swell more, and pushed and held it in her.
“Oh my God that feels so good. I didn’t know it would go in that deep Ryan.” I looked down and saw that I was entirely inside of her wet pussy. I could feel her juices dripping out of her and onto the area around the base of my shaft. April started to shake as she let out more moans and screams. She went up and then came back down on my cock. When she got to the base again, she stayed there, started to shake more and leaned down to kiss me. Our lips met and it was like heaven. My cock inside of this teenager I have longed for for a while. April’s breasts pressing against my chest and our tongues dancing around each other’s.
I broke the kiss, “It’s been a while and I think your parents might be back soon. We should probably get dressed. But, if it’s ok with you, I definitely want to do this again.”
April stood up, letting my softening dick slide out of her dripping pussy and said, “Hell yes I want to do this again
obviously. Your cock is amazing.” She grabbed her bikini and started to put the top on. I reached up to her crotch and flicked her clit. She jumped back, “Don’t. That’s too sensitive right now. Later.” She put the rest of her bikini on and, with my cock subdued now, I put my swim shorts back on.

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The Cuckold – Part 2

It started when Ben allowed his bookie to fuck his innocent young wife to excuse a gambling debt. Problems developed when she enjoyed it too much and wanted more.

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“TRISHA”

Trisha
By Blueheatt

. Once in a while, you will see a girl that just shocks you with all the things you like about a girl. Whether you’re a guy or another girl. I don’t think anyone knows why and each person is different. This girl was one that just looked so hot, she was like a magnet to me.
Her face, body shape, the way she smiles, her sweet eyes, the way she stands, just all hot female. You sneak all the looks you can, but can’t get enough of it. You start to plot ways to talk to her.
I first saw Trisha at the burger place where she worked. She had a classic face, perfect shape, flawless skin and the most beautiful eyes ever. She knew how to wear makeup perfect. She was young, around 18, slim built, about 5’ something, medium/small tits, and didn’t bother to wear a bra.
I was 26 and I wanted to fuck her so bad. She had the cutest nipples, that showed thru in her white uniform. Her light brown hair was pulled up under the cap they had her wear, but I could tell she had a lot of hair.
I took my time about getting friendly. She would blush when I complimented her. After a few visits, I told her as a commercial artist, I said the human face was the hardest to draw. I asked her if we could get together, and could she model her face for me and to just think about it, and handed her my business card. My next visit, she came over to my table and sat down. My heart was pounding looking at her beauty close up. She said her mom said she would have to meet me first, then do the sitting, that evening. I said deal. She leaned over and whispered: “Your very sweet.” and kissed me on the cheek. (Chills!) She handed me a note with the address and time. Then just waltzed away, looking back with a big smile.
She had a cute ass, nice waist and legs, as I could tell through the baggy uniform. I was so hot for her, and tonight I would see her without the uniform.
That night I found the house and knocked on the door, my drawing stuff in hand. The door opened and there stood what had to be her mom. Wow!, a real beauty. After introductions, she said come on in, and pointed to the couch. Jenna was her mom’s name and she was a carbon copy of Trisha only older and with big tits, and just as hot looking as Trisha.
She was super friendly, 35ish and went and got us glasses of wine. Now I was in double love as she was so beautiful too. She wore a tight full length gold dress, nice tits, no bra, long light brown hair, pulled back on the sides and a hot build. Soon she was at ease with me and decided is was ok to have Trisha sit for my model. She leaned over and quietly asked me: “ Do you have the hots for my daughter?” I laughed and said that male artists always fall in love with their female subjects, and that it always makes for a better picture. She reached over and pinched my ribs, making us both laugh.
She yelled for Trisha, and down the stairs she came. Oh shit, she had on short shorts, and a tiny little T shirt top, and no bra. Her legs were fucking beautiful. She had her hair pulled back like a pony tail but with curls way down her back.
I tried not to be shocked as my heart banged away. She said hi, and then Jenna’s cell phone rang. Jenna walked away. Trisha smiled and whispered that her mom must have really liked me, because she had winked at Trisha behind my back. She asked where to sit. I got up and checked places where the lighting was good and picked the kitchen. Jenna came in, off the phone and arranged her chair close to me so she could watch me draw.
I placed Trisha in the position I wanted and noticed she had a glass of wine too. Now I could look at her all I wanted, and smell Jenna sexy perfume as a bonus. After an outline of her basic beautiful face , I went to work on those eyes. I called up all the talent I could and her eyes came to life. Jenna said: “Wow, he captured your eyes perfect Trish! Trisha got up to look and I stopped her.
No, first go get all your eye makeup and bring it down here. She ran up stairs to get it. Jenna smiled big time as I said her daughter was so beautiful, as was she, and made my work easy.
Trisha came down and I said ‘OK, put on the eye make up on the picture, just like you do on your self. She sat in my chair as Jenna coached her as she applied it on the picture. “Perfect”, said Jenna as they stood up
and both hugged me, Jenn’s firm boobs planted in my chest and side.
I had to sit down as my boner was trying to bust out of my pants. I took a break, then Trisha pulled on me to go to the living room couch. Jenna called somebody on her cell phone and jabbered on and on. Trisha sat on my left and held my left arm.
She said her mom will talk and talk but we can talk private in here. We sat in the middle of the couch. I turned sideways and pretended to study her face with my right hand. I touched her cheek and all around, played with her hair and touched her soft lips. She shivered, and squeezed my arm, then pulled my right hand to her warm tummy. I was in heaven. She was breathing hard and leaned her head back as I touched her soft neck and shoulders. Her eyes closed as I again felt her lips softly. She reached up with her left hand and kissed my fingers, as I leaned in and kissed her fingers in return.
I then noticed that we couldn’t hear her mom talking on the phone anymore. I looked around to see where her mom was.
I saw her reflection in a big glass picture frame on the wall. I could just barely see her sitting in the shadows on the staircase. She had been watching us. Her dress was pulled up and her hand was between her open legs. I whispered to Trisha where her mom was. She whispered: “She’s so damn horny, I wish she would find a boyfriend.” I figured I’m making two women hot, so I continued.
I started kissing Trisha’s face and then her lips. She started breathing heavy and really kissed me back hot, with our tongues going wild. I slipped my hand under her short top and felt those wonderful little boobs and nipples. She reached over and rubbed my boner.
The stairs light came on and down came her mom, glass of wine in hand. We quick recovered and I covered my boner with my hands. She sat down. She said: “It’s your bedtime Trish, better jump in.” Trisha was pissed, and said: “We can continue my sitting tomorrow night, OK?” as she stomped up the stairs. I said OK, as she blew me a kiss behind her mom’s back. Jenna quietly giggled as she drank more wine. She ask me if she was next subject for me to draw.
I smiled and said first I would have to study her. By now she was kinda drunk, she turned, leaned back on the end of the couch and put her legs on my lap. “Study away”, she said with a big smile. It wasn’t a big couch, so her thighs went across my legs. She was to my right, as I used both hands to feel her legs. Slowly I went under her dress farther. She slowly opened her legs at the knees.
I kept going until I felt pubic hair. She had no panties on. She had her eyes closed and moaned slightly. With my right hand I felt her soft bush, and my thumb found her clit. She jumped slightly and moaned longer. With my hand I went up the insides of her legs and slowly eased in two fingers in her pussy. I heard a long moan. She was dripping slick wet. I could smell her strong sex. She reached down and pulled her dress way up, then held my hand and began to work my fingers in and out of her hot pussy. Soon I added a third finger as she was so wet. I started to massage her G spot as she worked my fingers faster. Her breathing begin to pant. My right hand worked her clit with my thumb, still.
I glanced up and saw Trisha’s reflection in that wall picture. Now, Trisha was sitting in the shadows at the top of the stairs. She had on a short nightie and I didn’t see any panties on her. Her hand was between her open legs.
Now Jenna used both hands to work my fingers in her pussy, pushing them in deeper. She started to moan more and buck her hips up and down. She moaned: “ohhhhhhh, oh yes, yes yes Yes! Her hips lifted up as she drove my fingers deep into her pussy. She let out a Ahhh!!!!! sound, and her whole body started shaking, as she orgasmed hard. She started gasping for air as she worked my fingers in her pussy.
I looked up as Trisha made a mad dash away.
Jenna looked at me and played with my hair and whispered: “If you want to do my daughter, you’ll have to do me first.”
I said to myself, thank you lady luck. I’ve got two beautiful women I can fuck!
She led me upstairs to her bedroom which was dimly lit, we started kissing and we started taking our clothes off. She whispered in her drunk slurred voice: “I know Trish listens and watches and I don’t give a damn, you just fuck me and make me happy, then I don‘t care what you and her do.” I noticed she never closed her bedroom door. Trisha’s bedroom was right across the hall, and her door was open also.
I lifted her dress up and off, kissing her body all the way up and down. I unbuttoned my shirt, pants and underwear and took them off. Wow, what a body she had. I kept kissing her tits as we lay back on the bed.
I put her up on the bed on her back, spread her legs wide and dove in to lick her pussy. She wasn’t quiet and moaned as she guided my head up and down her pussy and clit. I took a glance over and sure enough, Trisha was watching us from her dark bedroom. I could just make it out, but it she was sitting in a computer chair with her hand on her pussy.
Her legs were up on the chair arms and rubbing her pussy. I just had to smile at her, and blow her a kiss. She held up one finger to her mouth for me to be quiet. Jenna then rolled over and put a pillow under herself and mumbled something about ‘do me from behind’. Her eyes were closed facing away from the door. I fingered her wet pussy as she muttered and moaned quietly. I heard a little noise. As I looked over, Trisha had entered the door way and quietly came over to me. She whispered, ‘if you rub her back, she’ll go to sleep.’
So as I fingered her pussy, I started to rub her back with my other hand. Her mom moaned, muttered and in few minutes began to snore, passed out. Damn, my raging hard on wanted to fuck her, but I figured later with some wine I could fuck her anytime. Trisha was the one I really wanted. Trisha held her own hand over her mouth to cover a giggle, and I took my fingers out of her mom’s pussy and quit rubbing her back.
She was out cold, snoring away. Trisha pulled my arm and led me into her room, closed and locked her door. There was only a wall night light on, as she took her nighty off. I felt her warm naked body mesh with mine as she started putting my hard on between her legs and we kissed long and wet. She led me to her bed and put me on my back.
She went down and took my hardon in her mouth slowly, and jacked me gently. My balls felt like they would explode as she speeded up. Soon she got on top of me and slid my dick into her warm wet tight pussy. She slid her body back and forth on me, pushing her clit hard on my pubic hair. I grabbed those sweet butt cheeks and worked with her to slide on me. She gasp every time we went deep in her. She began to move frantic while moaning, “yes, oh god yes” and kissed me as she trembled and shook, squeezing my dick hard with her pussy as she moaned loud and climaxed hard.
I rolled her over.
She wrapped her legs around me as I slid down to lick her pussy. She bucked over and over as I sucked her clit and fingered her pussy. She yelled, shook hard and climaxed again, stiffening her body and twisting her pussy on my tongue moaning. I moved up to suck her stiff little nipples on those beautiful tits as she reached down to my dick and moaned, ‘oh god, put it in!’ She guided my hard dick into her wet pussy and pulled my body all the way into her. We started franticly fucking and both moaning. She humped hard with those beautiful legs wrapped around me. I said: “ I’m gonna cum in you so hard, oh
.. My
.. God
..”.
She growled in my ear and pulled me in deep, we both yelled as I pumped a massive load in that sweet pussy. Over and over my dick shot while her pussy squeezed my dick, over and over. Hot cum overflowed her pussy as we both flooded ourselves. She moaned ‘oh my god’ quietly over and over. Just ‘oh my god’, ‘oh my god‘, as the pulses finally died down from my dick and her pussy. We were so spent, I couldn’t get up and just went to sleep with my dick still in her warm pussy.
I woke up with her arms around my neck, kissing me. I said I have to go, but I’ll be back tonight. She just kept kissing me. I got my clothes, her mom was still snoring away.
That evening, her mom answered the door. She held out her hand, which I kissed, and took me in the house. She said Trisha had to work the later shift, but got off at 9. It was now 7. She had her usual big glass of wine, and we sat on the couch. She said: “I want a nude drawing of me. I know you can handle it, can’t you.”
I said: “ Oh yes!”
 and that I love beautiful women nude. She wanted me to draw her nipples firm, with young and perkie tits. Include a extra full bush on her pussy.
I said I can make it anyway you want it. I said while Trisha is gone, I could take some pictures to study. She said great, in fact I have some myself. She got up and went to the den, then brought me some pictures of her nude. Wow, she was younger then, looked like about 16, were they hot! She said: ”Make the picture about this age.” We went up to her bedroom with my camera. She killed another big glass of wine. She said: “Undress me and take shots each step of the way“. I said sure. I posed her all the way thru each stage of undress.
It made her feel hot as I did it, and she posed so sexy. I had all the shots of her you could want, her butt in the air, legs open, holding her tits, you name it. She smiled and stood up staring me in the eyes and began to undress me. She pulled me on top of her in the bed. She said: “you snuck out on be last night, didn’t you.” I stammered and said, well you passed out on me kinda but I’m here now. She said: “Did you make love to my daughter last night?” My grin told her the answer. “I want to plead the 5th on that question,” I said.
She smiled a sexy smile and said: “Damn it, I wanted to do you first
.OK, do to me what you did to her, now.” We both grinned and I had her stand up and re-enacted the whole thing, She fucked harder and squirmed more than Trisha. I think she was trying to outdo her daughter. She was noisy, and moaned loud, bucked like it was the last dick she might ever get.
We did way more than I did with Trisha, I fucked her from behind, which she liked the best, then I rolled her over and I put her legs on my shoulders, and fucked her hard! She liked it rough and pulled hard on me as our body’s slapped to gather. She would freeze up, yell “Ohhh Fuck!” and orgasm hard, then go for more. She knew when I was about to cum real hard. She pushed me back and sucked my dick to take all the cum I had in and swallow it. Wow, I fingered with her butt hole which made her orgasm moaning dirty words, “Fuck me hard!, suck my pussy and suck my nipples harder! Fuck me deep, fill me up with cum!”
She was a wonderful animal when she fucked. We were so spent, she finally passed out moaning.
It was 9pm now and I got dressed and waited for Trisha. She came in and kissed me very hot, then started smelling around. She smelled her mom’s perfume on me. She started smiling and said: “My mom gotcha, didn’t she.” Again, I said I want to plead the 5th on that question. She kissed me and said she didn’t mind sharing me this time, as she and I were both so tired from last night and her working late. Plus me fucking her mom. She said I better rest up because Wednesday night I was all hers, and mom was gonna be out of town all night.
I told her mom and I had a photo shoot and I had lots of pictures of her now. She said yes, her mom loves to have her picture taken nude. I said I would like one picture of you
Trisha, for the art picture, and one nude. She smiled big and said you want a picture of me naked?
“Yes, it won’t take a second.”
“Oooooo, I think I’d like that.”
She started stripping right there. Like her mom, she got hot just thinking about me taking pictures of her naked. She told me that she saw some pictures of girls, and guys got so excited they had cum on the pictures. She whispered in my ear: (“will you take the one that you like the best and cum on it for me?”) I said: (“I’ll do better than that, you can watch me cum on the picture while thinking only of you. And you can keep the real thing.”)
She really started getting hot over that, and gasp as she took off all her clothes in a hurry. She was so hot looking, small cute tits, an ass that was still like a built 14yr old. I placed her on the couch, and shot way. She did it all, not just one picture. I even did a close up of her little pussy, and the small patch of pubic hair.
I told her Wednesday we would sit at the computer and pick out the best one for me to cum on. She kissed me long and hot with out tongues going crazy. She rubbed my boner as I felt her pussy. I bent over and kissed her pussy. She got the chills as I had to leave. She didn’t want me to leave and said: “Wednesday your all mine, and I’m going to lock you in my bedroom!”.
Wednesday night came, and she pulled me up to her bedroom. We started kissing hot, as I removed her robe, and she my clothes. She was naked now and looking hot as ever. I kissed her sweet tits and rubbed her warm beautiful body. She dropped to her knees to suck on my dick. I knew her favorite was to sit on my dick while I was on my back. I lifted her up, as we still kissed and placed her on top of me on the bed. She eased my wet dick in her warm pussy. As she started moving up and down on it, I reached over to massage her clit.
She had never had anyone do that before, and started to moan over and over. She leaned over on top of me and ground hard on my dick with her slick pussy and started to mutter for me to fuck her hard. I grabbed her ass cheeks and started driving my dick in deep. She started gasping for air and moaning loud. “Gezzzz, oh yes!
yes..Yes..YES! And clamped her whole body on me. I could hold back no more and fucked her as fast as I could.
Our bodies slapped together. Her tight young pussy was like a clamp around my dick, squeezing it as she began to yell out. I felt my balls pulling so tight against me when we both yelled loud and a flood of my cum shot in her. She screamed “YES!!!!” and flooded me with her juices as I pumped over and over until every drop of cum I had was in her. We squirmed and shook, to feel all we could get from us. Her trembling fingers reached down to feel our cum and juices. She tasted her shaking fingers.
I remember a floating feeling as I drove home, I could still feel her hot body clamped around me and fucking me so hard. There is nothing like an 18yr old girl, under a 26 yr old guy
.nothing.

. It was a Wednesday, and Trisha called me to come over. She wanted to see all the pictures I took of her.
She wanted me to then pick out my favorite and think of only her and cum on it for her. I said they’re ready on a disk, and you can print out the one I pick. I’ll be over at 9 pm. She sounded so excited and kissed me over the phone. Her mom wouldn’t be home all night. She always went out of town every Wednesday night to look after Trisha’s grandmother, and spent the night there.
I knocked on the door, it was all dark inside. The door slowly opened, just enough for me to enter. Trisha was completely naked and jumped in my arms.
She kissed me, sunk her tongue all the way in my mouth, and felt my now, rock hard boner. The feel of her bare ass with her legs around me was hot. She took all my clothes off, and started feeling and kissing my dick. Then she whispered, (“
.let’s go see the picture your going to cum on.“) She was really hot about this, and said again I was to only think of her when I came on it. I sat at her computer and we looked at the pictures of her. She stood behind me and felt my chest, as each picture made us hotter and hotter. Finally I said: “There!”
It was one of her lying on the couch on her back. She had her legs bent at the knee and way apart, in a wide open little pussy shot. You could see the wetness of her pussy. She had a devilish smile and her arms extended out to the camera. It was like a ‘come and fuck me’ type pose.
I hit ‘print’, and out it came
perfect! She took the picture and placed it on the table in her room. She stood behind me, I could hear and feel her breathing on my neck. She reaching around and undid my belt, button and zipper, and let my pants drop to the floor. She rubbed her little pussy on my butt cheeks and her hand felt my boner, balls and pubic hair. Her hands trembled slightly. She whispered in my ear: (“
cum big on my picture, I want to hold your hands as you jack off on it.”) I said breathlessly: “I’m thinking only of you Trisha.“
Damn!, she was making me hot!!!
She had two girlfriends who had pictures of themselves with huge splatters of cum on them, and Trisha had seen them both. Those pictures had got to her, and she fantasized about one of herself and a guy who had the hots for her shooting a huge load of cum on her picture. She found her guy,
me.
Now it was going to happen, and she was dripping wet as I reached back to feel her pussy for a second. I stood over the picture, staring right at her wet pussy in the picture, and wrapped my hands around my dick. Her hands wrapped around mine. We started in slowly jacking me. I could feel the heat from her body behind me as she squirmed. She kissed my neck as she stared at the picture to. She was breathing right in my ear, or should I say panting.
We heard a noise.
Someone was trying open the front door. We froze
.then Trisha whispered: (“Oh Shit!, my mom!”) Her mom was the only one who had a key. She quick grabbed her robe, and I pulled up my pants and slipped the pictures under her bed. Trisha and I walked down stairs. It was her mom ok, a little drunk. She waved to someone and closed the door. She had gotten stopped by a cop and she smelled of booze. He liked what he saw and had her blow in the devise. A .079. A .080 was the limit. He had to let her go, but advised her to drive home and he would follow her, to be safe
(yeah sure.) Her mom laughed when she sat down. “That fool cop thought he was gonna fuck me, but I got away by feeling his dick!
.I told him my husband worked for the mayor
tee hee.”
Trisha was pissed, and said: “Lay down mom, you need a rest.” She was hoping she would fall asleep on the couch and we could continue with our little picture project. Her mom spotted me then and smiled big. Trisha whispered: (“
go and start rubbing her back. See if she’ll go to sleep.”) I whispered: ‘ok’ and sat on the couch with her. Her mom looked at me and winked. She said: “Time for you to go to bed Trisha.” She got up and went to the bathroom. Trisha jumped on top of me on the couch and whispered: (“Please come to my room, no matter what happens. I want you so bad, this waiting is killing me! I want your cum on that picture with us both jacking you off, then I want to fuck you all night!”) She kissed me like a wild animal and felt my dick firm! She got up and wiggled her tight beautiful ass and smiled as she went upstairs swinging her butt for me.
Trisha

Well
here I was. A hot girl I wanted to fuck real bad, and her mom, half drunk that wanted to fuck too. If I could feel her mom up real good, I might just get her to sleep.
Boy, was I mistaken.
Her mom, Jenna, came out of the bathroom with just a short white robe on. Oh shit, she looked so hot. Those perfect legs, big boobs and her hair was long and pulled back. She poured two glasses of wine, and brought me one. She leaned over and whispered: (“
you not getting away tonight mister. You owe me big time, and I’ve just been waiting to get you alone
.drink your wine and prepare to fuck me, you sweet man.”)
(Gulp) I about choked on the wine. She set my wine down and pushed me down on the couch. She had no under panties on and she put her legs over my chest. I stared at a beautiful pussy, just inches from my face. I could smell her aroma of pure female sex and perfume. She just sat and smiled at me, sipping her wine. My arms were pinned down with her legs. She continued to whisper: (“
.do you see something you like?
would you like to taste Jenna?
put your tongue out and taste me
.you’ll like it
”) She inched her pussy a tiny bit forward. She played with my hair, rubbing it and the sides of my head. She inched forward just a little more. I could just feel her pubic hair on my lips. She was teasing me beyond words. All my tongue would reach was the very tip of her clit. She started rocking a little, each rock just touching her clit to my tongue. She began to moan and mutter something. Now I could just barely get my arms up and feel her smooth ass and hips. She moaned as I did it. She just toyed with my tongue as I was trying to get in a good lick on her clit. She teased my tongue with her pussy like a game. She had her eyes closed and rocking slightly, while feeling her own tits. Out of the side of my eye I saw Trisha with a digital camera smiling. The camera made no noise and no flash. She was taking pictures. I started slipping a finger down her mom’s butt crack. She gasped!
.and moaned and started breathing faster. She reached back and started unzipping my pants. As she leaned back, her clit came right into my mouth. Now she really started gasping and rocking her clit into me. She pulled my boner out and started scooting back. She undid my belt and pants button and pulled them down. She started breathlessly kissing me and I felt her put my dick in her warm wet pussy. It slipped in so slick. Her tongue went wild in my mouth as we both gasp for air. She started fucking me steady now and moaning more. I started rubbing her back firm. She got weak and laid on top of me, moaning little moans. I kept it up as she wilted into a warm pile of woman on top of me, all spent. It was all I could do not to cum in her warm pussy, but I wanted Trisha so bad, I figured I could fuck mom anytime later. Soon mom was passed out on top of me. I waited until I heard her little snoring start. I slowly worked my self out from under her.
Trisha was jumping up and down smiling with camera in hand. I left Jenna on the couch as Trisha pulled me upstairs.
She closed and locked her door and jumped in my arms. She started kissing me while taking off her robe. She whispered: (“
.now!
where were we!
”) and giggled. She got down, threw her robe off and took my pants off. I got the picture out and we began again. The feel of her tits and naked body behind me was driving me crazy. Now my boner was maxed out big. She stroked it and took my hands and put them around it. Her hands on mine again. She whispered: (“
.I wished that was me on top if you down stairs, I would keep you there all night, and never let you go. I want to see your cum so bad, because I know what it feels like inside me, so hot and slick.”) We started jack me faster and faster and watched my dick explode at that point. She moaned at I shot mega loads on the picture, covering her pussy right on the picture. I felt her knees buckle as she orgasmed. I reached back to hold her up as she kept jacking my dick to the last spurt. The picture was covered with many shots of my cum, just as she wanted. I scanned it and now she had her purse size picture. She was dying to show her girlfriends. She said it had way more cum on hers than on theirs.
I picked her up and placed her in her bed. I got on top of her put my spent, but still hard dick in her. Her pussy squeezed me over and over and she just kept moaning.
I woke up to someone kissing me. My dick was hard again and in Trisha
.but her head was turned away from me. It was dark. I tried to focus to see
.Jenna was kissing me and feeling my butt, while I had my dick in her daughter! My mind went numb.
She whispered in my ear softly: (“
my little ‘burger queen’ has to work late tonight, so I’m coming over to your apt. at 9pm
.we have some ‘unfinished’ business, mister.”)
She slipped her tongue in my mouth and left. I was in a daze. It was 6:30 am and she just left for her work.
Beautiful Trisha was under me again, and my dick was in her
.ahhhhh
.now to wake her up properly
.‘while fucking.’
I reached down to her little damp clit, and started to just rub around it just slightly. I heard this little tiny moan. I felt a slight squeezing on my dick from her pussy. I heard her mumble:
.’oh daddy
.yes‘

I made a mental note to try and find out about her ‘daddy’.
Later on, her drunk mom finally told me all about Trisha‘s ‘daddy‘, late one night
.Wow!
Two years ago, Jenna caught Trisha’s in bed fucking her dad. Jenna and her dad split over it. This started the battle over men between them. Jenna went after Trisha’s boyfriends and Trisha went after Jenna’s boyfriends. Jenna thought it was a one time thing when she caught Trisha.
It wasn’t. Trisha and her dad had been having sex play since she was 11. When Jenna caught them, Trisha was 16 and It was the first time they had full sex. Jenna came home early that day and surprised them. He didn’t cum and Trisha didn’t either. Dad moved far away and Trisha wanted a man like her dad. That turned out to be me. Jenna wanted me too but didn’t want Trisha to have me. They both reluctantly decided to share me.
For now, I had my dick in a sweet 18 yr old, ready to fuck as I felt her arms go around my neck



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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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Road Trip part 7

There is a lot of emotion in this one and some major growth from our cast in some cases. Hate if you want but comment if you don’t like it as to why.