Bondage and restriction

When In Rome – 07 – non-underlined version ;]

Author’s NotesI’m having difficulty doing dailies with all of the family stuff going on for the holidays. The story is far from over, and I’m still writing. I’m just having a hard time finding the time to write 6-8K words every day. Thanks for sticking with me :]
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CHAPTER SEVEN:
Scene 01: Cassius – Sex? No.
Scene 02: Callia – Sex? Yes.
Scene 03: Cassius – Sex? Yes.
_____________________________CASSIUS
He wasn’t a man to use the word “cute.”
But Callia, today, was the “cutest” thing he’d ever seen.
Everything was so new to her, so exciting. She flitted back and forth between the market stalls, speaking to everyone.. Touching everything. And he loomed behind her, the coldest, cruelest stare he could manage trained on the faces of any vendor that might consider telling her to stop. If anyone looked at her wrong, broke her mood – he’d fucking kill them. In the most creatively painful way he could think of.
Most of the vendors, especially the food vendors, were exceptionally friendly to her. Her charms had worked particularly well on the vintner, who had insisted that they try several of his best and make sure Lykos knew just how fine his wares were. Now she was teetering around in her sandals like a little lush, and the only thing keeping her balanced was the arm she’d looped through his.
He leaned over and pressed his lips against her ear. “What do you think?”
“Oh Cassius.” She breathed and her eyes focused intently on a sparkling stall filled to the brim with jewelry. “It’s better than I’d dreamed of.”
He laughed as he led her over the stall. “Come, meet Agnes.”
There were two people in Rome who stubbornly refused to fear Cassius. One was Callia. Agnes was the other. He swore that she had two spirits living inside her body; one was a sweet old woman with a kind word for everyone, the other a blood-thirsty savage who would cut your throat as soon as she’d shake your hand. She had to be at least seventy years old. She was the one vendor in the market that had never been robbed.
“Cassius.” Agnes beamed at him. “Now who’s this pretty little thing? Surely her father didn’t turn her loose with the likes of you.”
He laughed. “This is Callia. My sister.”
“Ohh.” Her eyes widened as she studied Callie. “Well, she is as pretty as the men all say. I didn’t expect her to be so.. Small. Pretty little runt, though. Hello, then, child. Enjoying the sights?”
Callia nodded politely, but she was a girl and they were in the middle of a jewelry stall. Her eyes were wide as she examined everything. “I’ve never seen the market before.”
“You should see this one, child. Look.” Agnes smiled at her and pulled a little ring off the wall and winked at Cassius. “The stone is almost the exact color of your eyes. Never seen a stone like this before.”
Cassius narrowed his eyes at Agnes. She was trying to be kind. Well, be kind and make a sale. She didn’t know that Lykos would never allow Callia to own anything, even something as small as a little ring. It pissed him off.
Callie gasped as she peered down at the ring. Agnes had been right. It was the color of her eyes, like it had been made for her.
“Well, try it on.” Agnes prompted, and Callie beamed as she obeyed.
“Let’s see.” Agnes snatched her hand over and inspected it. “Perfect fit. How ’bout that, eh, Cassius?”
Callie’s face was sad as she stared down at the ring. She chewed on her bottom lip as she held her out in front of her and inspected it in the light. She smiled at Agnes, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes.
“Its beautiful,” she whispered as she slid it back off her finger and held it out to Agnes. “But Father would never let me-”
“We’ll take it.”
Fuck Lykos. Callia had nothing. She didn’t have a bed, or one dress that she owned. She didn’t have a pair of sandals that were hers. Hell, her hair comb didn’t even belong to her. He could give her this.
Callia glanced up at him, and opened her mouth to protest, or speak, or something, but his hand was already in the pouch at his belt.
“Do you have a leather cord?” He asked as he dropped coin in Agnes’ hand. “One that will fit around my neck?”
She looked puzzled, but she nodded. She cut a length of cord about the right size and handed it to him. He looped it trough the ring and knotted it.
When he thanked the woman and led Callie away from the stand, he explained.
“I’ll hold it for you. Keep it around my neck until we leave here.”
She grinned and through her arms around his neck, and he held her close for as long as he dared.
They kept an acceptable distance as they walked slowly back to meet their brothers.
He heard the rustling in the trees along the empty path long before he saw the man stumble out from behind them, sword drawn.
“Where is she?” He voice was rough, like he’d been screaming. Blond stubble covered his face, and his clothes were dirty and wrinkled. “Where is my wife?”
Cassius pulled Callia behind him as he drew his sword. Slowly. Calmly.
“I don’t know who the fuck you are. How am I supposed to know where your wife ran off to?”
“His name is Titus.” Callie spoke up from behind him. “His wife is Julia. She was my friend before she got sold. She came from Britain like my mother.”
She leaned around him to peer at Titus, and he had to keep eyes on both of them.
“She’s gone missing?”
“Run along Callia.” Titus didn’t even look at her. “This doesn’t concern you.”
“Callia, stay.” Cassius pulled a dagger out of the strap of his sandal and handed it to Callie. “I don’t know who is in the woods.”
He watched Titus. The man was sluggish like he hadn’t slept. His eyes were ringed with black circles.
“I just want her home, Cassius. I won’t say a word.” His jaw clenched. “You can kill as many fucking whores as you want. Just let my wife go.”
Callia gasped, and Cassius stilled. “You think the man that’s been killing whores has you wife?”
“I think you have her, yes. I know who you are.” Titus’ body was shaking so hard he couldn’t keep his sword arm steady. He looked terrified. “If you don’t giveher back, you better kill me now. Because I will find whatever it is a freak like you loves and I’ll fucking take it from you.”
“Titus, is it?” He rubbed at his eyes, exhausted. He should just slit the bastard’s throat and fucking be done with it. “What makes you think she hasn’t just run off?”
“It was like when all the other men’s wives and daughters been taken. Rope on the bed. Blood and.. Blood and cum on the sheets.”
Cassius paused. “When?”
“She was gone when I came home this morning.”
She could still be alive. Some of the girls had been missing for over two weeks when their bodies were found.
“Put your sword away. I don’t have your wife.” He shook his head, irritated. “I’ve got to take Callia home. Meet me in the center of the market at midnight. I’m going to catch this bastard. Work with me. Maybe we can get him quick enough to find your wife.”
The man’s body sagged, but he sighed and nodded. “If this is a trick. If I find out you took her, I’ll kill you.”
“You can try.”
*CALLIA
She knew the look on his face.
He sat back on the bed, naked, arms crossed behind his head. His cock was hard, thick and delicious and curving against his thigh. Her tongue darted across her lips. She wanted him to force that big cock down her throat until she choked on it.
He watched his slaves bathe her, his eyes dark and narrowed. The tight set of his jaw was in complete opposition to the relaxed posture of his body. His eyes never left hers. His breathing changed, chest rising and falling quicker as he watched the girls later soap slowly over her naked body. His hips rocked almost imperceptibly as one slid her hand between Callia’s legs to gently wash her cunt.
He stared at her like a lion watching his prey; ready to strike at any second. She arched her little cunt against his slave’s hand and let her head roll back. His eyes narrowed, and a cruel smile spread slowly across his face. She froze. She felt like her heart stopped still in her chest. She knew that look, too. Surely he wasn’t..
The slaves paid no attention to the shift in her mood as scrubbed her skin with rough brushes. They soaped her again as her brother watched. Once they had rinsed her, they piled her wet hair on top of her head and began to drain the water as they worked the scented oil and lotion mixture over her clean skin.
Cassius pointed to the fireplace, and she stood there as she dried. The fire was so warm, but her knees were trembling. Her back had healed enough, she supposed, and it looked like her week off was over. He would beat her tonight. She knew it without him having to say it. She was afraid.
Her father had not been kind or careful with her punishment. There was nothing sexual about the violence she’d received at his hand. It had been hard for her; sex, arousal and the state of consciousness that came with it were how she’d learned to embrace pain. That was what Cassius had taught her after her first beating at the hands of some cruel client she’d never seen again. She had a secret suspicion that no one had ever seen that client again.
Her brother didn’t speak. He just crooked his finger at her and glanced at the floor beside his bed.
She bowed her head, and stared at the stones on the floor as she approached.
She held her body like she’d been trained: back straight, tits up, ass out to make sure she was perfectly pleasing to the eye. She knelt on her shins on the ground by his bed, just far enough away that when he looked down at her, he could see that every inch of her was displayed. Her shoulders were high, tits up in the air, legs spread open so that her cunt was offered to him. She wanted him to take what was his. Her. She was his.
She didn’t look up as he slid off the bed and walked a slow circle around her. His knuckles stroked her jaw, and when her eyes closed, he slapped her cheek. It wasn’t a very hard slap; it startled her more than it hurt but she couldn’t stop the sharp breath she inhaled.
“Keep your eyes on the ground like a good whore.” His hand wrapped around her throat, and he squeezed it. His fingertips dug into her flesh. “Don’t speak unless given permission. Nod if you understand me.”
She nodded.
“If I tell you to speak, you will address me as Dominus.” His hand closed tighter. “Do you understand? Speak.”
“Yes, Dominus.” She could feel her legs shaking underneath her. Her stomach tightened as he released her throat and allowed her to breath. She nodded as she gasped in a breath.
She struggled just to put one foot in front of the other as he led her to the apparatus he used to restrain her. She couldn’t look at it. He’d kept it covered with a bed sheet for the last week because of what she’d gone through. He restrained her hands and belted her waist to the board, and she tried to pull inside herself for the strength she’d gained over her short life. She tried to remember the things he’d taught her, the ways to get herself in the right frame of mind but she was drawing up a blank.
He stroked the curve of her waist, and a small part of her tension eased. Not enough.
Her chest heaved as he adjusted a blindfold over her eyes. She could see nothing but blackness, and she started to shake. The belt chafed against her trembling body.
She relaxed when he touched her again, but just barely. The handle of his whip traced her slit, prodded at her. He squeezed her ass in one hand. His fingernails dug in as he pinched and pulled at her skin.
She was barely wet when he slid the first finger inside her cunt. She could hear him breathing, could feel him inside her, and she finally relaxed into it. This was Cassius, and relief was apparent in her moans as she pushed back against his hand as much as she could. She wasn’t allowed words, but she could still let him know it felt good.
He heard his growl behind her as he worked a second finger in with the first.
His fingers fucked her little cunt in short, rough strokes. He pounded them inside her until she could hear the strokes and his shallow breathing. His thumb pressed against her ass hole and she smiled to herself as she remembered just how fucking big he’d felt, how hard he was inside there. Her nipples were hard against the rough wood, and her pussy was soaking wet around his fingers.
She whined softly as he pulled his fingers out, leaving her empty. Her body sagged unhappily; she’d live with him inside her if she could. But then he wrapped his hands around the outsides of her thighs and he dropped to his knees behind her.
She bit her lip to keep from whispering his name as his lips pressed softly against the back of her thigh. She cried out when his tongue danced across her slit before sliding inside her. He prodded his tongue inside her wet little hole, and her entire body shook when she heard him moan. She couldn’t see him as he pulled, or maybe pushed, her lower body away from the board. He’d turned around between her legs so that his lips could wrap around her little clit.
Every muscle, every inch of her body screamed as he sucked her clit, soft then rough, soft then rough. He pinched her clit between his teeth at the exact same moment as his thumb slid inside her cunt. She screamed, some incoherent language that didn’t exist – one that could only be understood by the two of them. She felt/heard him laugh with his mouth still pressed against her slit.
He moved out from between her legs, and she whimpered. She fought against begging him to come back, but then his body was pressed against hers and he was tilting her head.. To his mouth. She tasted herself on his lips as he kissed her. He held her so close to his body as his tongue explored her mouth, and hers tasted his. He pressed one last kiss against her neck.
“I’m going to whip you now.” His hand cupped her wet little cunt as his tongue circled the rim of her ear. She trembled just from feeling his breath on her neck. “Speak.”
This was it. Her first beating since.. But it was Cassius. She could do this. She could.
“Y-yes, Dominus.”
He stepped away, and left her there. She braced herself hard for the first hit, held her breath. Tightened her muscles. Everything the rational side of her knew not to do. But the hit didn’t come. He was silent and she couldn’t see. She didn’t count the seconds, but it felt like she hung there for hours, shaking with fear, anxiety, trepidation. She barely breathed.
The first crack of the whip sounded like lightening. It hadn’t touched her skin, but she cried out anyway; her legs buckled under her and only the belt and the ropes on her wrists kept her from losing her footing. Still he didn’t speak. Her stomach rolled with nerves and she hissed in sharp gasps. They mixed with whimpers as she hung there, helpless and restrained.
The whip sounded again, and her entire body tensed again to brace for the impact. The sound seemed closer this time, but there was no pain. He hadn’t hit her. But he would. She just didn’t know when. That frightened her more than knowing it was coming. She hadn’t even realized she was crying until she felt the heat on her cheeks.
Anxiety tightened in her chest. She could hear nothing but the sound of her own heart; could think of nothing but the sound of the cracking whip and the memory of what her father’s whip had felt like as it split the skin on her back. She felt her tears seeping into the blindfold.
When the third crack rang out and still did not touch her skin, she sobbed out loud. He’d commanded her not to speak, but that was alright because she couldn’t form words.
She lost track of the cracks that didn’t make contact with her flesh, until she could no longer hear them over the roar of her heart in her ears and the sounds of her sobs. She shook violently, the belt digging into her skin, until she could barely hold herself upright on her feet.
When his whip finally cracked her skin, it was almost a relief. The pain of reality didn’t compare to the pain she’d been imagining in her mind and she gasped in a shaking, ragged breath. It may not have been as hard as she was prepared for, but that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt. Fire spread across her back in a razor thin line and she gagged as she remembered what she had felt like at her father’s mercy when she’d felt the first trickle of hot blood running from one of the cuts on her back. The room she was in should have smelled like soap, lotion, firewood and Cassius. But her mind refused to let her smell anything but metal and blood and sweat.
By the third crack of the whip on her back, the ropes around her wrists felt like metal cuffs.
By the fifth, she could smell the spicy scent of the perfume her father wore.
By the tenth, she was quiet and sagging against her restraints – numb, out of focus; living in a perfect recreation of what she considered her own personal Tartarus. It was all in her mind, and she was left there reliving phantom whip strikes long after the room had went silent. Long after she’d been untied.
Nothing made sense to her, if it registered at all. The soft thing beneath her body. The strong, warm things around her waist. That vaguely familiar voice talking to her from so far away.
The world was still black.
*CASSIUS
His hands were shaking as he laid his little sister on the bed. He couldn’t take off her blindfold – not yet. Because for all the tears in her eyes, there were more in his.
He felt nauseated.
He was sure she had thought he lost control. He hadn’t. Every second of what he’d done to her, the sensory deprivation, the fear, the mind-fuck of whipping empty air just because it would terrify her.. He’d done it on purpose. She was in her “dark place” now, something he’d only seen very few times because he’d quickly learned how to avoid it.
And today he’d used that knowledge to take her there intentionally. But not for the reasons she would think.
He’d been beaten. Dozens, maybe a hundred times. He understood it and he understood Callia. This trip, this.. Descent into her own world of personal torment was inevitable.
Tomorrow she would go back to work, and any man who could pay the price could beat her in any fashion they chose. Maybe it would be tomorrow. Maybe the day after. But eventually it would have come to this. And Callia would be in this helpless state, completely at the mercy of a stranger who didn’t see her as a girl, a person. Someone who saw her as a toy. This unresponsive, broken shell would more than likely enrage whoever paid for a willing slut. There was no telling what would be done to her then.
But if he was the one to take her there.. He could control how she was brought out of it. He could care for her, make her feel safe.[/]
He kissed her forehead as he untied her blindfold. She blanched, squinted up at blankly for a second before she averted her eyes. Her body tensed, and tried to struggle out from under him. He lifted his arms, watching warily to see what she would do. His chest ached as she stumbled to the edge of the bed, and he reached out to grab her, but he wasn’t fast enough.
She fell sideways off the side of the mattress and landed hard on the floor. Her little brain didn’t even seem to register that as she pulled herself up onto her knees. In a perfect little slaves’ pose.
He crept toward her slowly, so as not to startle her. He sat next to her and pulled her body into his chest. She didn’t fight him, but every inch of her body was tensed as he pulled her into his lap. He rocked slowly back and forth as he held her tight against his chest, pressed kisses against the top of her head. He whispered softly to her as he stroked her head.
“Where are you right now, Callie?”
The tiny modicum of relaxation she’d gained vanished. She froze. “Right here, Dominus.”
“Look at me,” he sighed, and tilted her face to his. “Who am I, Callie?”
There was nothing in her eyes, no light. They were flat, near dead. Blank but for a small hint of confusion.
“You’re my master.”
“No.” He rested his forehead gently against hers as he cradled her body. “Look at me Callie. See me.”
She frowned. “I don’t understand. Just tell me what you desire from me, Domi-”
He silenced her with his lips on his and stood up with her in his arms. He laid her back on his bed and climbed on top of her, resting on his elbows.
“Tell me my name, my love.”
She shuddered underneath him, and when she spoke he could hear the tears in her voice.
“Cassius.”
“Good girl.” He kissed her cheek, the curve of her jaw. He laid his head in between her shoulder and chin. “Who am I, Cal?”
“Um.” She swallowed hard and he felt her turn slightly towards his. When he felt her body relax against his, just a little, a bit of the tightness in his chest eased. “My brother.”
“Yes.” His fingertips stroked her belly, and her head lulled back. “Where are you, Callie?”
“I-in your bed.”
“In [i]our bed,” he corrected. He moved back on top of her. She was coming back. Slowly, but his girl was in there somewhere. He could see that fire, that curiosity in her eyes. “Our bed, Callie.”
The ring, the one he’d bought her at the market, hung from his neck and rested just between her breasts.
“I’m sorry, Cassius.” She looked away. “I got scared.”
“You have nothing to be sorry for.” He kissed her, and this time she kissed him back. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer. Her kisses weren’t soft, they were hungry. She whimpered against his mouth as he bit at her bottom lip, and her hips arched up against him. He pulled her up and rested her back against his pillows so that she was almost sitting upright.
“Look at me, baby.” He pulled her legs apart and laid between them. His eyes met hers when his mouth was just inches away from her cunt. “Watch me, Callie. Like I watch you.”
Even from here, he could see the dried tears on her face. He kept his eyes locked with hers as he spread her legs wider and pressed his lips against her clit. He toyed with her cunt with his fingertips, but didn’t slide them inside. Not yet.
He trailed his tounge down from her clit to her hole and back up, watched her eyes almost close as her hips rocked up.
“Don’t close your eyes, Callie.”
He sucked hard at her clit, and heard her soft gasps. He watched her back arch as he finally slid a finger inside her cunt. She was always tight; her little cunt was perfect. Sweet and wet, and gripped his finger hard as he tasted her pussy. The taste of her cunt was something he couldn’t get enough of. He craved it. Now that he’d had her on his tongue he had no idea why he’d waited so fucking long to bury his face between his sister’s legs.
“Cassius?” She whimpered, her voice ragged as she pressed her hips up against his face. “I.. I n-need..”
He pressed a loud kiss against her clit. “Yes, my love? Tell me, sweet sister. What do you need?”
“I’m close. I’m.. Oh Gods,” she moaned out loud, her legs tightening against his hands. “I want to cum with your cock inside me, Cassius. Please. Fuck me.”
He sucked harder as she spoke, her words driving him half fucking mindless. She screamed as he slammed his finger inside her one last time. Yes, she was starting to shake for him.
He covered her mouth with his, catching her scream between his lips as he pressed his cock against her entrance. His fucking hand was shaking, body tight with the need to be inside her. But he teased her first, listened to her beg as he trailed the head of his cock up and down her slit.
“Tell me how badly you want it,” he teased, watching her tight little body writing underneath him.
Her eyes widened and she gaped up it him. “I love you cock. I need it. I want to feel it, Cassius, I want to feel it spread my little cunt open and pound inside. I want you to fuck me. I want to feel your cum spill inside me.”
He slammed inside her before she’d even finished speaking, and she screamed as her hips back against him. She slammed up, meeting every single thrust. She slammed her cunt against him every bit as hard as he slammed his cock inside her, and it didn’t take long. Five thrusts, maybe six, before her words lost all meaning. She was still talking, but he had no idea what the fuck she was saying other than the occasional ‘please.’ He never slowed his pace. His little sister wanted his cock inside her when she came, and that was what she gave her. He drilled into that hot, tight little cunt even as it trembled around him, got even wetter than before. He tightened his grip on her hips to keep himself from following her.
When she collapsed back against the bed, he slowed his thrusts. Not to let her recover, but to let himself.
“Cassius?” She peered up at him through half lidded, confused eyes.
He buried his cock deep inside her and stayed there, barely rocking against her hips. “Yes, my love?”
She bit her lip and rocked her hips up against him with her little, freckled nose crinkled. What in the hell was she thinking so hard about.
Finally, the confusion lifted, just a little. “Well, I love cock.”
He couldn’t help it. He never laughed. No one ever made him laugh. But he collapsed on top of her, roaring. That’s what she’d been so confused about? He could feel her cunt squeezing around his cock, each laugh making him shake inside her. “Yes, dear sister. I know you love cock.”
“No, Cass-” She whined, and tried to stomp her foot – which was awkward and cute considering she was laying on her back. “Let me figure out what I’m trying to say.”
He was still laughing softly above her.
“Okay,” she blew out a breath, and rocked her hips against his like it was helping her think. “I know that you can love cock. You can love getting fucked. But.. Can you love a person?”
He froze, and every bit of the humor he’d seen in the situation melted away. His chest pounded, his stomach clenched tight with nerves as he stared down at Callia. He studied the quizzical expression of her beautiful little face.
“Yes, Callia.” He told her softly. “You can love a person.”
“Cass?” She pressed her hips against his and rocked them in small, satisfied circles. His sweet little sister stared up at him with his cock buried balls-deep inside her cunt and smiled. “I love you.”
Every muscle in his body tightened, hummed like a bowstring as he pulled out and pounded back inside her. His cock throbbed, ached, and so did he as he pounded inside her.
“Do you, Callia?” He didn’t recognize his own voice when he spoke. “How much?”
“Even more than I love getting fucked.” She giggled beneath him between her sharp cries as her cunt took his cock.
His hand wrapped around her throat as he drove back inside her, and he watched her choking and bucking under him as he slammed his cock inside her. He lost himself in the thrusts, putting the full weight of his body behind every stroke. Her body rocked backward with each stroke, her head hit the headboard every time his balls slapped against her ass. He’d never fucked her quite this hard, never felt quite like this – this full bodied abandon as he tried to fuck past her cunt.. To fill her entire body up with his. He let go over her throat, pulled her legs up over his shoulder and focused on nothing but her screams and the way her body gripped him. He wanted to make her cum again, needed to hear her scream those words as they came together.
It didn’t take her long; that sweet little body started to shake under him. He bit at her calf as he held on trembling foot in his hand.
“Tell me again, Callie. Tell me when you cum on my cock.”
She grinned as her hands found the head board behind her, and she locked her arms out straight, pushing her body towards his. He filled her, and when her legs started to shake and he watched his little sister come with his cock inside her, screaming that she loved him.. He fucking lost it.
He wasn’t silent when he came either, not this time. He collapsed on her with a long, low growl as he filled her wet, shaking little cunt up with his cum. He couldn’t keep his hands or his mouth off her when she collapsed on top of her body.
His lips pressed up against her ear, and he whispered softly words that only she would ever hear from his lips.
“I love you.”

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Club Gomorrah. The Sissy Saga. Chapter 1 The Mindfuck.

Everything here is fiction.
Ryan Is a fictional character with a little bit of me in him.
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YBWL-3 (Chris vs. Alex)

YBWL-3
Hello! This is a story about young boys doing things that young boys probably ought to not do to each other. If you have no desire to read such a story, then please leave now. Otherwise, enjoy the very strange contents of my imagination. As you have figured out by now, I have very strange fetishes. The only way I can relieve them is through these stories. Let me know what you think in the comments- my account is periodically deleted for whatever reason and I enjoy hearing from those who enjoy my strange work. Please, enjoy!
Chris stirred the food around his tray absent-mindedly as he glanced at his soon-to-be opponent across the cafeteria. He was a little worried about their match on Saturday, and he typically handled the stress of his matches well. And Chris had quite the stressful life.
Chris had really been a member of the YBWL since before he could even join at the age of ten, helping his friend Luke train. Chris had always had dormant feelings for Luke, and like any reasonable teenage boy he kept them that way. As homoerotic as the YBWL was, there really weren’t that many gay guys in it. Homosexuality was mocked just as it would be in the football locker room or classroom. Chris had hoped in the beggining of their relationship that their “practice sessions” were really just excuses to take each other’s clothes off and jerk each other off. By this point it had become clear, however, that Luke was into it for the dominance rather than the eroticism. Still, Chris was pleased that he could enjoy the contours of his otherwise straight friend while on the wrestling mat. They were practically best friends, and that was good enough for Chris.
His other good friend Josh currently had his interest anyway. Josh sat to his right, sharing a conversation with the majority of the table as usual. Josh was a star athlete on the track team, and quite the looker. He thought that Josh just might be gay…..
Since their joint initation Luke had risen to the top ranks, currently holding the YBWL’s best win/loss ratio. The two still regularly sparred together. Luke, sitting to his left now, patted him reassuredly. Luke had only lost twice in his long YBWL career-once to Chris, in one very long and spectacular match. His other loss…. well thats a story for another time.
“Chris, I can tell you’re nervous about this match. And you can trust me when I tell you that you have nothing to worry about.”
He paused to take a massive bite out of his apple. Luke usually only ate the apple off of his lunch tray, which he frequently complained about the contents of. As he should. The boy’s school served awful food.
“He’s friends with that punk-ass Jake kid I demolished in front of everybody earlier this year. With a sparring partner like that, he ought to be no problem at all.”
Josh joined in the conversation. “Thats easy for you to say! You demolish practically everybody that crosses your path!”
He turned his chair so that he could look Chris directly into his beautiful green eyes. Chris was a low-ranking member of the school’s ROTC group, and currently donned the military-esque apparel. His most attractive feature were his ears, which were quite large and stuck directly outwards. They looked cute on the small boy and accuented his facial features. His military cap rested atop his military haircut at all times while wearing his uniform, in fear of punishment via pushups. His skin was perfectly tanned, which looked great in contrast to the white skin of Luke and Josh. Josh had seen what Chris looked like underneath that uniform, in his incredibly hot match with Luke. And he liked it alot.
“You can’t take advice on matchups from Luke-nobody can touch him except you thanks to ya’lls matchup experience. He’s on a whole other level. This kid Alex’s friend Jake might be weak, but I’ve heard that Alex is actually pretty good. What I want to know is why you’ve agreed to a match at his house.”
Chris finally spoke. “I know you guys are into these public matches, but I’m not. I’m tired of ’em. I’m just not into the whole public domination thing. That, and I can’t use my house for a match this weekend.” He resumed stirring his food around. The truth was that he preferred to take advantage of his opponent in ways that might…. disturb some people of a younger audience. He didn’t need his high school knowing that he had strange fetishes, he was only a freshman.
This upset Josh, who wanted to see more of Chris. He quickly spoke again. “Then at least let me go with you! I’ll wait outside or somethin’. Look, normally you would be talking shit and being your usual cocky self, so something is obviously up with you. I just don’t want you to lose just because he cheated to get the upper hand.”
Luke laughed. “You’re just saying that because you lost to that weird kid….what’s his name?….Tyler! If you had been on guard he wouldn’t have got the drop on you! Besides, you had that coming. You constantly torment that kid. Next time you fuck with somebody, you better make sure they aren’t a member of the YBWL.” He concluded this sentence by smugly sipping on his drink and looking towards Chris. “Alex is a straight-edge loser. You got nothing to worry about. Nobody is going to be seeing pictures of you covered in jizz next Monday like Ol’ Josh here.”
But Alex would turn out to be a bit of a challenge, as anticipated by Chris. For one thing he was almost a good foot taller than five foot-two Chris. He didn’t have nearly the same muscle tone, though. While Chris looked chiseled and worthy of worship, Alex had more of a skinny “boy next door” look. He was a good well-behaved kid with blonde hair and brown eyes, and seemed a genuinly nice person. He had only been in the YBWL for a short time but he had a promising start.
The boys chatted for a little while longer until the bell rang and they headed for class. “Look, if you wanna spar before the match for some practice…” Luke extended his hand and Chris shook it.
“No thanks, I got some homework and ROTC stuff to take care of.” replied Chris. “But thanks. I’ll see you guys Sunday for football?”
“For sure.” said Luke. “Good luck.” The three of them all exchanged goodbyes and headed to class.
Chris arrived at Alex’s house around twelve on Saturday. He was wearing a pair of green camoflauged cargo shorts with a black “Semper Fi” tshirt. Alex answered the door wearing an undershirt and blue jeans. “You’re Chris, right? Come on in!” He smiled and stepped aside so Chris could come in.
Alex had a pretty nice house. A big one at that. There was a large blue wrestling mat placed in the center of the living room. All the furniture had been moved to the adjacent theatre room. Plenty of space to move around. Alex offered something to drink, to which Chris declined. Alex’s humbleness was attractive and his throat was a little parched, but Chris kept Josh’s advice in mind. He didn’t want to accept a drugged drink.
“I’d rather get on with the match. Do you have a camera?”
Alex nodded towards the kitchen table, which had a large classic polaroid camera resting on top of it. He took off his socks and stood on the matt. “Ready when you are.”
Chris took off his shoes and socks and joined his opponent on the mat. Without a word spoken both boys threw up their guard and approached each other. The match was on.
The boys took turns exchanging blows. Alex clearly wasn’t going to try anything against Chris in terms of submission or ground work. Chris quickly realized that Alex’s dominant reach meant he was going to have to bring him down to the ground, as he found himself on the recieving end of many of Alex’s strikes and out of reach. He quickly dove for Alex’s legs, but recieved a nasty knee to the face from a quickly-reacting Alex. He fell to the ground on his knees, clutching a slightly-bleeding nose as he felt his shirt being yanked quickly down over his head. Chris threw himself backwards and stood up quickly, wiping his nose as Alex tossed his shirt to the side. The grey waistband of his briefs, reading “Hanes: Classic” poked up over his shorts.
Chris approached his opponent again and continued to recieve the majority of his opponent’s strikes, patiently waiting for the right time to strike back. That moment soon came when Alex attempted a risky front kick to Chris’ face. Chris grabbed his foot with his left hand and raised it as high as he could, then quickly struck Alex’s sack with his right. Alex collapsed to the ground immediatley, clutching his groin. Chris quickly joined him on the ground and slammed his head against the mat five or six times, until he was hardly moving. He groaned as Chris flipped him over onto his back and fumbled with his belt. His hands weakly tried to resist his attacker as he undid the clasp on Alex’s jeans and pulled them down to his knees, revealing his tight white Jockey briefs.
“Good boys like you always wear these” Chris laughed and stood up to grab his previously discarded shirt. He returned to Alex, sitting atop his chest as the boy started to come around a bit. He wrapped his shirt around Alex’s neck and pulled as tight as he could with his right hand. With his left he reached behind him and fondled Alex’s still-soft and yet still-visible equipment. Alex thrusted his hips and clawed at Chris’ torso in a vain attempt to escape, leaving marks on Chris’ chiseled torso and giving him even easier access to his genitals. He found himself completely helpless as his assailant fondeled his cloth-covered package. Soon his body’s motions slowed and then stifled completely as his body succumbed to the lack of oxygen. The humble young boy was unconscious.
Chris breathed a deep sigh of relief. He didn’t often lose his matches after scoring the first knockout. He left his shirt around Alex’s neck and stood up to finish pulling his jeans off. He pulled him to the center of the mat and laid down beside him. He jerked him off through his briefs, passionately exploring Alex’s growing bulge and ass through the tight cotton. As soon as Alex was hard Chris moved down to his real target:the feet. Earlier when Alex took his socks off Chris had noticed something that he hadn’t before: Alex had beautiful feet. They weren’t too big or small, and he just found the texture and curves and shape really attractive. Yes, Chris had a foot fetish.
Chris now had a raging hardon thinking about what he was about to do to this cute boy’s feet. He wished he could shed his clothing right then and there and be free of the confinements of his shorts and briefs, his raging cock pulsating as he ravished the feet of his opponent. But that would only make Alex’s victory more likely, and if so quicker and easier.
He took a deep breath from Alex’s package as he continued to fondle it, slowly making his way down until he got to his feet, which the boy clearly took care of. The nails were recently trimmed and they smelled good. He had probably recently bathed. And now his toes were about to recieve a tongue bath. Chris played with his feet for a while as he planted his own foot firmly into Alex’s groin, massaging his balls with his own feet while fully exploring the contours of his. He ran the bottom of his foot up and down Alex’s visible shaft as he popped each one of his toes ino his mouth one at a time. His eyes were closed in ecstacy as he savoured everything about the moment. He hoped that the sleeping boy, clad only in his undershirt and white briefs, would never wake up.
But soon he did. Chris noticed him slowly regaining consciousness and continued to bathe his feet, now focusing on the bottoms. He wanted Alex to see what he had been doing to him. Alex quickly grabbed Chris’ foot, which was still massaging his balls, and roughly tossed it aside. He scooted backward until he was up against the wall. His boner made a visible tent in his tight briefs. Clearly groggy, he threw up his guard.
Chris quickly took advantage of the moment by throwing in a few strikes at random areas to keep Alex guessing, who couldn’t get any offense going. Chris soon easily landed an impressive blow to the chin, which he followed immediatley by sweeping Alex’s leg. He elbow dropped the boy’s stomach, taking great pleasure hearing the air knocked out of him. Alex was now clutching his stomach and rolling slowly back and forth. He didn’t really resist when Chris pulled his undershirt off of him.
Seeing his lack of enthusiasm, Chris knelt down beside him and freely explored his ass, balls, and everything in between with his strong hands. He landed a clean right across Alex’s face for good measure, which stopped most of his moving. He then grabbed him under his arms and dragged him into the corner, seating himself tightly between the two. Chris loved this position, as he could easily explore his opponent.
He ran his hands up and down the hardly conscious boy’s chest as he nibbled on his ear. He continued to explore all of the boy’s torso as he nuzzled his head, pulling the groggy youth’s mouth back towards him for a full on kiss. Alex at first weakly resisted, but then realized it was of no use and returned the kiss. They always did. Chris finally moved down to the boys dick, which was starting to get hard again. He fondled the boys package, wrapping his legs around the boy’s waist so he could pry his legs further apart as the boy’s tongues furiously danced. They continued like this for some time in this position until Alex began to gain some of his strength back and began reisisting Chris’ advances. Chris decided it was time to end the match.
He wrapped his arm tightly around Alex’s throat. It was a very long sleeper hold.
At first a few coughs escaped his lips but after that his eyes were closed and his mouth was silent. His only resistance was his hips attempting to escape Chris’ constant assault of his cock. The combination of the sleeper hold plus the legs wrapped around his abdomen made it impossible to breathe, so Alex tried to exhale as little as possible. He felt himself losing consciousness as Chris slowly slid his thumb and forefinger up and down his clearly raging hard-on through his tight white underwear. His furrowed eyebrows slowly relaxed as he drifted off to sleep. Chris picked up his hand and dropped it a few times as he continued to fondle him to make sure he was out cold. Alex had been propped up against his chest for some time now, and an incredible heat had built up there. Chris wanted to lay there forever and just continue jerking him off and putting him to sleep, but this wasn’t a public match. No need to humiliate the nice boy.
After playing with Alex a little while longer in this fashion, he stood up and dragged the hard boy to the center of the mat and went back to work on his feet for a little while, groping himself as he did so. After taking another round through Alex’s toes he went back to work on the front of his briefs, making sure his grand reveal would be in its full glory. He reached his hand under the leg-hole and slowly ran his palm up and down his shaft and balls until Alex couldn’t possibly get any harder. Finally he slipped his white briefs down, making sure to pull tightly down as he did so that Alex’s cock would bounce up towards his belly button. He left the underwear pooled down at his ankles and gripped his cock gently in his hand.
Chris gripped Alex’s throbbing six-inch shaft in every way possible, tugging it every which way and jerking it up and down. Chris himself was feeling like he needed some release, which he planned on doing all over Alex’s cock and balls after he ejaculated. Chris licked his palm and continued to jerk off the young boy’s smooth cock while tweaking his nipples. He nestled his face in the boy’s junk as he ran his hands all along the cute knocked out boy, slowly making his way back down to his cock. He pumped it with slow, deliberate motions, studying both it and the boy’s sleeping face as he began to pay more attention to his balls. He gently rolled them back and forth as he licked Alex’s dick, tantalizing the head with the surface of his tongue. He picked up his pace as Alex’s breathing starten to quicken, his head turning and legs moving slightly as he slept through the attack. Soon warm boy jizz would be all over them. Chris had seen it a million times before and loved this moment. He leaned in to kiss Alex again as his balls began to visibly tighten…..
But suddenly an arm was wrapped around Chris’ throat and his arm was being held behind his back. One “No!” escaped his lips as he began to struggle against his mystery assailant. He attempted to stand up but a foot was planted firmly on his calf. His free hand struggled to remove the arm from around his neck, but it was of no use. He couldn’t see who his attacker was, but they seemed to be shirtless and likely younger than him, as Chris was a short boy for his age. He should have brought backup. His arm fell by his side and everything slowly faded to black as he was slowly knocked unconscious.
Alex was awakened by a slap to the face. He slowly came to and saw his beautiful sleeping opponent sprawled on top of his own body. Chris’ stomach was tightly pressed against his still hard cock, his head was laid down on his chest. He was momentarily confused-Chris hadn’t accepted his drugged drink. Then he saw his younger brother Trevor kneeling behind him, exploring Chris’ ass under his shorts and briefs.
“Are you gonna help me strip this kid down and jerk him off or not?”
Trevor was a cute young boy still in middle school. A star running back, his short blonde hair and blue eyes were backed by a pearly white smile and toned figure. He looked really good for a thirteen year-old middle-schooler. He was certainly in better shape than Alex.
“Trevor! I told you to stay in your room! You’re not a member yet, you can’t wrestle!” Alex slid out from under the unconscious boy and pulled his briefs up over his still visible cock as Trevor flipped Chris over onto his back.
“Not yet I’m not! I want to get a good feel for it. Besides, if it weren’t for me you’d have lost the match already, so shut up and help me take his pants off. Please? Let me help you with this one match. Or at least let me have a little fun with him?”
Alex had long suspected a lingering homosexuality in his brother, and his boyish eagerness to get himself and this boy undressed wasn’t easing his suspicions. Regardless, he was right. Anything goes in the YBWL, and he had might as well easily take the match. He didn’t understand his motives fully, but it would be extremely easy to take manhandle this little boy with the help of his younger brother. He nodded and knelt down to play with Chris’ gray waistband as Young Trevor tugged his shorts off, leaving him in just his Hanes Classic red briefs.
Trevor unfastened his jeans, but they still clung to his waist tight and allowed him easier access to his boyhood, which he fondled now. Alex could now easily see that he was wearing his lucky pair of underwear- a pair of sky blue briefs covered with footballs, baseballs and the like. They looked cute on the young boy and he often lounged around the house at night or on weekends just wearing them. Trevor and Alex had practice matches all the time, but seeing his brother naked was nothing special nor erotic. They just practiced the wrestling and stripping part, and did not jerk each other. Alex could see Trevor mouth the word “wow” as he continued to touch himself and stare at the sleeping boy clad in just his red briefs. To be fair, Chris was a really good looking kid. Trevor was lucky to get illegitimate practice against a boy way outside of his rank, especially considering that he wasn’t even a member of the league.
“His ears are cute”, said Alex as he rubbed Chris’ ear lobes. He rubbed his hands up and down Chris’ torso and watched Trevor with mild amusement as he began to jerk him off through his briefs, at first running his palm up and down and then switching to a stroking motion as his cock started to fully form. He gripped his penis with his thumb and forefinger and slowly rubbed it up and down through the unconscious youth’s underwear. Trevor was shaking a little from the excitement. Alex sternly placed a hand on his naked chest and told him to take a deep breath.
“Relax, Trevor. Focus on the match. Chris is probably going to wake up soon. As soon as he gets up, I’ll restrain him in a full nelson. Then you can do whatever you want to him. After that, we get him off and spread him out for a picture, wake him up and tell him to get out. Got it?”
Trevor nodded as he continued to fondle the K. O’d teen, licking his lips as he anticipated his face-to-face humiliation of the older boy. He could tell even through the red cotton that Chris didn’t have as a long of a penis as Alex, but it was certainly thicker. Much like their body sizes. He reached his hand inside to fondle his balls as Alex’s hand joined him to jerk his shaft. There was a massive bulge in the front of the passed out young boy’s underwear as the two hands slowly jerked his cock and gently rolled his balls around. Alex used his other hand to tweak Chris’ nipples as Trevor stuffed his inside of his pants. This hot action continued for some time until Chris coughed and started to wake up.
Alex stood up and began to lift up the tired young boy as Trevor’s hand stayed inside his briefs. Chris couldn’t stand without the two boys supporting him as Alex hoisted him in a weak full nelson hold. He mumbled a few words of protest as Trevor continued to have his way with the stud. Chris moaned as Trevor’s young finger slipped under his waistband and into his boyhole. He slowly worked in a second finger, which brought either greater pleasure or great resistance from the boy as he squirmed in Alex’s arms. Trevor now tucked Chris’ gray waistband under his balls and pulled out Chris’ throbbing cock from his briefs, taking all of it all into his mouth. He cupped his hands around his ass in order to thrust his cock into his mouth. It was a beautiful scene. Alex was turned on, pressing his cock up against Chris’ butt rhythmically with Trevor as he bobbed back and forth on Chris’ smooth member. Trevor found his nose repeatedly coming into contact with the tiny bush of brown hair resting below Chris’ naval as he continued to take all of the boy into his mouth. Alex continued to apply pressure to Chris’ neck whenever he felt like he was getting too strong, asphyxiating him for brief periods so they could have their way with him. Soon the boys had him falling asleep, his breathing heavy and his cock being pumped quickly. Trevor removed his jeans as the boy weakly slumped to his knees.
“Nice….underwear……what are you…six?” Panted Chris as Trevor’s hands found their way back to his cock and balls. He tried to say something else but instead found a mouthful of Trevor’s tongue. Chris willingly and passionately returned the kiss, his proud member still rigid in Trevor’s hand. Trevor tucked his own briefs beneath his sack and grinded their two cocks together, continuing to make out with the weak boy. Alex continued to apply pressure as Trevor continued his assault for some time until he finally stopped moving.
“I think he’s out.” said Trevor.
Alex finally released the unconscious teen boy from the hold. His arms fell limply to his sides as the two brothers pressed themselves tightly against him. Trevor continued to grind their cocks together as they eased him down to the mat. Alex noticed that his brother was leaking a little precum. He gently grabbed his brothers cock and balls and tucked back into his cute tight briefs, where they visibly tented and left a noticeable wet spot.
“Take it easy there, bro! The goal is to make the opponent cum, not you! That part comes either after or during.”
Trevor nodded and slid Chris’ briefs down his muscular legs and off his feet, inhaling deeply from his pouch before throwing them into the growing pile of boy clothes. The incredibly smooth and incredibly hard boy once again found himself being jerked off as he slept soundly. His junk was now fondled in clear view. Alex grabbed his arms and legs and spread him out wide as Trevor began to suck his dick again, this time rolling his balls around as he did so. He placed one of Chris’ hands inside of his briefs, just wanting to feel a hand on his dick while he brought the cute boy to climax. Alex left him at his game and went straight to Chris’ feet in order to return the punishment he had received earlier. He gently licked and explored and massaged his smooth boy feet, making sure to press the sleeping youth’s foot into the front of his jockeys. This activity continued for some time until Trevor finally took the unconscious would-be-soldier’s cock out of his mouth.
“Alex, grab some rope from the garage. I wanna tie him up so he can be nice and comfortable while we cum all over him. More importantly, we won’t have to keep knocking him out. I’ll take it from here, he can’t last much longer.”
Indeed, it was miraculous that Chris had not yet came. It was truly a testament to his training. Alex went to get some rope as Trevor continued to fondle Chris, feeling his tight stomach as he pumped his cock up and down. What Trevor didn’t know was that Chris had already woke up and was merely pretending to be asleep.
Chris felt his orgasm approaching and knew that he needed to act fast. There was no way that he was going to lose this match. Not this way. He allowed Trevor to continue for a little while longer. Trevor currently was pumping his own cock using Chris’ hand.
He suddenly and violently sat up, gripping his right hand around Trevor’s neck tightly. Trevor’s hands flew to his throat on reaction, leaving him perfectly open to a clean left hand from Chris. The punch knocked him out cold as he fell down to the mat, but Chris choked him a little while longer just to be sure. He slid his incredibly hard cock up and down the also hard young boy’s face, slapping him a few times with it before hiding behind the door. Alex came back in holding some yellow ropes they used every summer to hitch their canoes. He didn’t see his cute younger brother laying unconscious on the mat until it was too late. Chris came in behind him and kicked him in the back of the knee, causing him to fall over immediately. Chris quickly grabbed a length of the rope he was holding and wrapped it around his neck, choking him out as he grabbed his cloth-covered dick. Alex only lasted a minute and a half before finally succumbing and passing out in his arms. Chris was back in control, and he had no intention of losing it again.
He hoisted Alex bear hug style into a nearby chair and used the rope to tie him tightly to it. He made sure to position it so that Alex would have a great view of him having his way with his younger brother. He made sure that the sleeping youth was tightly secured before harshly waking him up with a few slaps to the face. Alex grumbled and stirred as Chris returned his attention to his first and younger victim, who was slowly waking up already. Chris walked towards him and folded his arms.
“I’ve never seen you around, kid. You’re not a member.”
Trevor groaned in response. He held his head and breathed softly. He felt sick. The room was spinning.
Chris continued. “You obviously need a lesson in staying out of peoples business. You also obviously love sucking my dick. So suck it, bitch.”
He grabbed Trevor behind his shaved blonde head and brought him to a sitting position. Chris’ cock had finally gone soft for the first time in the match while he tied Alex to his chair. It was quickly brought back to full attention as he plunged it into Trevor’s mouth, who weakly complied to his fellatio. The groggy 13 year old was clearly hard as Chris slipped his hands into the front of his cute briefs. He could hear Alex struggling to get free from his bonds, to no avail of course. Chris had done this many times.
“Kiss me, Trevor.”
He weakly complied as Chris continued to stroke his dick up and down through his tight briefs, enjoying the feeling up the material covering the stiff boyhood, leaving little to the imagination as you explored every inch of his cock. He pulled on the light blue waistband and snapped it a few times before returning to stroking his cock through the material, then sneaking its way under the leghole to rub his shaft and balls with his palm for a while. He then forcefully placed his cock back in in Trevor’ mouth and allowed him to suck it weakly for a little while longer.
“Ready to go back to sleep?” asked Chris, taking his dick out of his mouth and punching him hard in the stomach. Trevor attempted to fold over but Chris didn’t let him. He groaned and nodded his head softly.
“Have your way with me. Just put me out first.”
Chris gently pushed Trevor back onto his back and slowly removed his cute briefs. Trevor’s hairless cock came into full view as it fired towards his naval. Chris stroked it two or three times as Trevor’s legs actually spread open to greet his touch, then sat in behind the groggy boy and gently wrapped his arm around his neck. His eyes were closed as Chris fondled his equipment. Chris was actually the first boy to touch Trevor in this way, which he suspected. He kissed the boy’s cheek and probed his ear.
“Ready?”
Trevor nodded as Chris’ grip tightened. His free hand slowly ran up and down Trevor’s thigh, who offered no resistance against his inevitable knockout. His arms lay motionless by his sides, his unperturbed cock pointing directly upwards toward his adorable scrunched up face as Chris gently brought him to sleep. As the young teenager passed out in his arms he looked towards his older brother and flashed a devilish smirk, who looked away. Chris could see that Alex was hard, even from behind his unconscious naked brother. After some time passed it was clear that Trevor had now been knocked out for the second time.
He laid the boy boy down gently, his cock resting on his naval and beating in time with his circadian rhythms. He picked up the boy’s hand and let it fall to the mat a few times before walking over to Alex and slapping him in the face again, hard. He gripped Alex under the chin and pulled his face in close for a long, deep kiss and then looked him directly in the eyes.
“You listen to me, Alex. If I look over at you one more time and catch you NOT watching what I do to your brother, I’m fucking him in the ass. Got it?”
Alex nodded hurriedly. Chris returned to Trevor and pumped his cock slowly up and down. He sat to the right of him and slid his left leg under Trevor’s waist. His slid his right leg under Trevor’s legs so that the young boy was splayed horizontally across his lap, his hips raised slightly to greet Chris’ expert hands. Chris knew that this boy would be cumming in no time. His eyes met Alex’s, who was staring at Trevor’s cock. He continued to sleep soundly as Chris explored his lightly toned chest and legs, enjoying his easy and full access to the boy’s otherwise private areas. Alex protested as Chris gently reached under and probed his tight boy hole, which Chris obviously ignored as he stimulated Trevor from both ends of his body simultaneously.
As the sleeping boy’s breathing grew heavier Chris quickened his pace on his cock. Soon his hips and legs began to shake. Chris peered up at Alex and made sure he was watching. He was, and seemed almost too interested in seeing his sibling achieve orgasm for the first time. His jaw hung slightly open. For some reason this turned Chris on.
Chris pointed his cock slightly up and towards his sleeping naval while continuing his quickening pace as he ran his other hand hurriedly up and down his inner thigh. The boy soon came, spewing semen all over his tight abs. Not a whole lot, the boy hadn’t been ejaculating for very long. But an impressive amount nonetheless. His slight movements finally came to a halt as Chris continued to jerk his softening cock. Chris wondered what he was dreaming about. He slowly slid out from underneath the boy and grabbed the camera from the table. The cum on his stomach glinted in the light in the fully developed pictures twenty seconds later. He left these items on the table and went after his real target, who was still looking at Trevor. Chris stood in front of him, blocking his view.
“I can’t wait to tell all my friends about this particular match. You couldn’t even beat me with the help of your pansy ass brother. He’s not so tough when my arms aren’t restrained above my head. Do you even have anything to say for yourself?”
“I told him to stay in his room, I swear! He wants to be a member really bad and I couldn’t get him to back off once he saw you. I’m sorry, but it wasn’t my fault!” Alex neglected to mention the drink Chris turned down earlier that he drugged himself.
“If it was my brother I would have kicked his ass myself and dragged him back to his room. Seems to me you also need a lesson-one in respect and honor.”
With that he heard Trevor stirring behind him. He grabbed Alex’s waistband and slid his briefs down and off his body, his hard cock springing out as if to greet him. Chris quickly and quietly sat down by the soft young waking boy and slipped Alex’s briefs over his head, making sure the boy’s face was pointed directly where his brother’s cock normally rested. He knocked the young boy out with ease for the third time, allowing the boy to moan in disgust at the humiliation before wrapping his hands around his throat and sending him back to dreamland for the third time. He returned back to Alex and stood behind the chair he was in. Alex had no control as Chris leaned down over him and slowly ran his palm up and down the lengthiest member in the room. He licked his palm for lubrication as he wrapped his arm tigthtly around Alex’s neck. Once Alex was barely conscious, Chris removed the roping from around his torso. Alex fell down to his hands and knees on the mat.
With some effort Chris able to lift Alex up in a cradled position, before slamming him down on his knee with a punishing back breaker. A loud and painful escape of air left Alex’s lips as Chris let the hard boy remain on his knee. He fondled the boy’s balls in one hand while keeping his other around Alex’s neck. He of course was unable to lift his head, so he allowed it rest upside-down on the mat uncomfortably as Chris continued to jerk him off. Alex struggled to remove himself from the excruciating back breaker, but it was no use. Whenever Alex simply gave up, Chris would hammer-fist his gut, forcing him to stay attentive and make some attempt to protect himself. He eventually allowed Alex to roll off of his knee.
Alex rolled onto his stomach and held and hand to his back, groaning in pain. He saw his brother unconscious in front of him before Chris grabbed his head and slammed into the mat. Over and over and over again. Once he stopped moving Chris felt free to play with his ass cheeks, pushing them together and squeezing them until he tired of them. He flipped the unconscious boy onto his back and pumped his cock a few times before walking over to the clothes pile and grabbing Trevor’s cute briefs. He placed them on Alex’s head in the same fashion as he continued to molest the sleeping youth. Chris laid down on top of him so that their cocks were rubbing together and slowly ground their pelvises into one another. Chris felt himself approaching climax, so he crawled up Alex’s chest and lifted the waistband of Trevor’s underwear up over his nose, deeply probing Alex’s mouth as precum drooled out of both boy’s members onto Alex’s body. He let the waistband spring back down over his chin.
Chris gathered the small amount of precum into his palm and straddled the knocked out blonde. He sat on the boy’s stomach, facing his dick so that Chris could grasp both of their cocks in one hand. With his lubricated hand he pumped away on their two cocks held tightly together, pointed at the ceiling. He looked up towards the sky and closed his eyes, relishing the moment. He switched to both hands. He had been waiting for this release for quite some time. A single purple vein showed clearly on Chris’ thick raging member as he pumped the two wet cocks in unison. His stomach heaved in and out wildly, his clavicles showed clearly as he stooped over slightly, unable to hold himself up completely as his body approached what he would soon discover to be one of the greatest orgasms he would ever achieve.
Soon Chris erupted, and Alex wasn’t that far behind him. Chris fired several ribbons up into the air with incredible force before edging back slightly and pointing his dick down at Alex’s cock and balls. He struggled to remain conscious as euphoria took control of his senses, firing boy juice all over Alex’s lower half as he continued furiously pumping his own cock. Each blast of boy jizz brought his entire body rocking forward with it. His eyes remained closed but his head hung low as he breathed huskily and heavily, finally running out of ammuntion around blast number ten. He felt incredibly drained, dazed. He could feel some of his cum in his hair and over his left ear.
He slowly got up off his opponent and laid down in front of his still raging and cum-soaked member. It only took three minutes of jerking and then deep throating the boy’s dick before Alex finally came, adding comparable amounts of semen to the growing pile on his cock, balls, and naval. Chris watched closely, fascinated with the mechanics of the male body as he continued to fondle it during its nocturnal emission. He finally tired of his battered opponent and took several victory pictures from several angles. He finished by dragging Alex on top of his younger brother, pressing the sticky juices tightly between their naked bodies. He tied them up together like that and retrieved his clothing.
Chris walked out of the house with his photographs feeling like a new man.

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Introducing Jana to her body

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Before I left for college I was had a reputation at my school for being a ladies’ man. That was fine for me because I learned a lot and I realized that the best way to keep a girl was to satisfy her, now I wasn’t made of money and I didn’t have a hot car, but I did play sports and socialized amongst the right people. I, at that time, was about 6 feet tall with a fairly good muscular build and decent looks, so it wasn’t hard to pick up girls with it being high school and all. My junior year I met an incoming freshman she was a cut above the rest and knew it.
Her name was Jana and the minute she walked through the doors of the school she put every guy on notice that she was the new miss “it”. She was around average height and for her age was already fairly developed. Around this time she had bleach blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. It gave her kind of an innocent look even though she was to become a major prick tease. She had a style that couldn’t be rivaled by any of the girls at the school. She didn’t have to dress up to turn heads, she would just wear blue jeans and a nice blouse to get a guys heart racing and she just continued to grow into this for as long as I was around.
Now movies tell us that this girl is a certified slut coming into high school. But she actually wasn’t she did date but nobody could crack her code. Guys tried; older, younger and even guys her age, tried to get in her pants but none could. I just settled with hanging around her and watching all these guys fail. Most of the crash and burns were funny to me until my brother actually failed. That one I felt bad for him about, because he tried to do it right by dating her for almost a year, but even then all she did was lead him on. This girl was a serious tease. I had only seen what was done in public and that was enough to give her that reputation, but once my brother filled me on just how bad of a tease she was, even I thought it was fucked up. He told me that there was more than the normal amount of nights where they went swimming and she wore slinky bikinis that were either almost see through, didn’t cover anything, or both. Now that’s one thing, but it didn’t stop there she had no problem letting her hands roam free over clothing, but nothing else. She would apparently talk a little dirty, but would never go through with her talk.
Now if there is one thing you need to know about me is I can read people better than some people can read a book. It’s a gift my father taught me that I have almost perfected with years of practice. Another gift I had was always being aware of what was going on around me. This is a great tool even to this day, but by looking and listening back then, I could get information that usually no one had. So this gave me an advantage with people that the others didn’t have. That gave me a bit of mystery to my reputation because I could read people and tell you your secrets that you thought no one knew. But those attributes caused a lot of girls to be attracted to me, I guess because no one knew how I did it, but I also had some charm and wit to my personality so I wouldn’t be a total creep. Most people joked about me being a modern day James Bond. I thought that was a bit much. But being that was my reputation a lot of girls were attracted to me back then because of the mystery I held along with my personality.
Now I didn’t warn anybody about what I had seen or heard about Jana because I didn’t want to cock block anyone who wanted to try for her, but I could see through her and saw what type of game she was playing, so instead of trying to fuck or date her, I just sat on the sidelines and became a good friend of hers. Before I left for college, her, my brother, and a few other friends of mine would hang out a lot especially on the weekends, because we had access to alcohol and private land. If I was single I would flirt with her but nothing to the point to were anything ever happened, but that was what she wanted I knew this because if she wasn’t single then she would try anything to get my attention, whether if it was sliding up next to me or if it was making sure she locked eyes with me from across the room. But again I was about getting a girl that wasn’t all talk and would actually act on her instincts instead of hiding them or ignoring them. So I would acknowledge her and her behavior, but at the end of the night I would go off with another girl and have a little fun.
All this flirting and being together finally caught up to me on. My last day in our hometown before I left for the state university 3 hours away, we had a party and she did the unexpected, she was with a guy who I didn’t know, he was from another county. She proceeded to do her normal teasing with this guy, all the while looking at me to see if I was looking at her. I would occasionally glance over there but nothing big. Finally after about an hour of this, she got into an argument with him, this was a normal page out of playbook. She would for no reason either start yelling about something small and minor, but it would be enough to cause a break up, which was what she wanted. But after the break up instead of just going home, hanging with her girl friends, or drinking more, she came up to me.
Sliding up under my arm like she had done some many times, as soon as my buddies left to get another drink, I called her out on what she had just done. She was shocked to hear that I saw and heard that because she didn’t know I was looking. Jana just looked down at the ground and I smirked, she couldn’t believe that I had caught her and called her out on it. A shyness came out of her that I had never seen before and shortly after she placed a kiss on my cheek and said goodbye to everyone at the party and she was gone. Before she left she said that she would see my around and to have fun in college. She walked away looking a bit down, I felt like an asshole, but in true self-centered asshole fashion I forgot about it the minute another girl came up.
Now I did manage to keep in touch with her mainly through phone calls, text messages, and my brother who she still hung around. When I would come home on the occasionally weekends and holidays I would see her but it wasn’t the same as what it was. Even though I did come around about three times a year I never noticed the changes that were happening to her. While I was in college I did continue to keep up the lifestyle that I had while in high school, I dated several girls and had several girls that I met and got to know that would be an occasional booty call. I got pretty good at giving a girl what some guys don’t bother giving, which is an orgasm. The level of orgasm varied by how attractive they were and how much effort they put forth, but they all left with at least one orgasm. Now being I had kept up the lifestyle of a lady’s man I had acquired several interesting items for the bedroom like some handcuffs and other odds and ends that one of my former frequent booty calls liked to have used on her. So this provided me with anything a girl could need at my house.
Well one day out of the blue, while I was at work I got a text message from Jana, it read “hey, I have orientation at the university, do you mind if I stay at your place?” This was something I wasn’t expecting because I never thought she would have the ability to get into the school let along want to go to the best college in the state. So I told her that she could, my roommates had left our three bedroom house for the summer and I had plenty of room for her to crash. This wasn’t anything that used to be out of the ordinary. I talked to my brother leading up to the weekend she was coming up and I had several questions for him and according for him she was the same old Jana that I remembered from back home. He said that she had filled out and was more dangerous that what she used to be when I left.
The reason I choose the state university was because it was on the coast. I literally lived only a block away from the beach and it was the only selling point I needed to go there. The social scene wasn’t the greatest, but there were a few bars that were reasonable for college students to go to and drink at, but it wasn’t Panama City or any of those other big spring break hot spots. I guess that was her reason for coming was the beach.
The day finally came, I had given her the directions to my place and I was expecting her around lunch which was exactly the time she got out of her mustang that was parked in my drive way. When she got out she swayed her hips to the right threw her left leg out and put her hands on her hips, you will find out this was her signature poise. She had definitely grown up since the last time I saw her. She was maybe a little taller, but her body was what the big difference was, her tits were full with instead of firm from what I remember when I left. She still had the same bubble ass that filled out a pair of cut off jeans and she had developed a nice tone six pack that was just the right amount, nothing crazy, but no fat either; she also had a more mature look on her in general. She had also grown her hair out to well past her shoulders and what used to be bleach blonde was now more of a dirty blonde.
But my brother was right she was the Jana that I remembered every bit as confident as when I left, but that sex appeal that she had back then had only grown. She knew she had a rockin’ body and didn’t mind showing some of it off. She was wearing a short pair of cut off’s that showed off her long tan legs and a decorative low tank top that showed off everything from her what was new cleavage to me and her flat stomach. She stood like that for a while, letting me gaze at the changes that I had missed out on. Finally she said, “Well what do you think?” I smirked and said, “Is it all real?” knowing what I was talking about she said, “Well wouldn’t you like to find out.” As she walked passed and into the house. She put her stuff down in my buddies room and hopped into the car to head to orientation.
When she got back I was in the back yard fixing a hammock and the post that held it up. I said, “Well that didn’t take long.” She smiled and said, “Well I have someone to show me around the campus already, all I had to do was sign up for classes.” I smirked and said, “well I guess I’m going to be showing you around the town before your leave?” Jana flipped her hair and said, “More like showing me off.” I couldn’t help but laugh at this because she thought that she was going to walk into college and do the same thing she did in high school, which granted she was going to be a head turner on campus but she wasn’t going to be the only hot coed on campus. As she went to walk back into the house she asked, “Can we go to the beach? I want to see what they have going on down there.” I agreed and we both went inside to change into appropriate beach attire. Once she stepped out of my buddies’ room, I couldn’t tell what she was wearing underneath because she was wearing a long tank top that cover down past the bottom of her ass cheeks, but knowing her it was something revealing.
Once we got down to the beach, I was in trouble. I had only brought one big two person beach towel which was going to be enough for us, but I had kind of forgotten about the old high school days. Now there were two things I forgot that was the fact that she would use her appearance to reel you in and second that she would tease anyone she set her target on.
As she stripped off her tank top I got to see what had been killing my brother and the rest of the guys at Turkey Creek High School since I left. I threw my penny or what some call a practice jersey off and was sitting on the towel waiting for her to get adjusted so I could get settled. As I was waiting on her I watched her. As she went to grab the bottom hem of her tank top my eyes followed. As she pulled her tank top off, I could see if rub against her round tight ass, the tank top not even touching her lower back nor stomach and not scrubbing up against her again till it got to her full tits that now stood out a full cup more than I remembered. She didn’t have a single tan line from the looks of what I could see and that was almost ninety percent of her body, because the suit she was wearing was a stripped bikini the bottom barely covered any of her ass, and the top was strained by her tits that were trying to bust out every possible opening. What I had watched would make a 13 year old boy faint, but being I was a “pro” I managed to keep my cool. It wasn’t long before my arm was resting underneath her dirty blonde hair and her shoulder was in my rib cage, but I just kept my cool. I figured behind those big sunglasses of hers she was glancing over to see my reaction to what she was doing.
As we were lying on the beach I decided to take advantage of my situation. Being she was going to be at my place for what I was guessing the night I decided she was going to answer some questions I had about some of her behavior from back in the day. I decided to start easy. “Jana, why did you leave that party early that night?” she replied with “Which party, I don’t ever remember being at the same parties as you.” “Bull shit!” I exclaimed. “We partied together all the time; it was your sophomore year right before I left to come here.” “You ruined it for me that night, I wanted your attention, but I wasn’t good enough! Girls like Kayla Smith and Taylor Johnson GOT all your attention.” I was shocked that she wanted the same attention that I gave those two. All I ever did with those two was a quick fuck nothing romantic. It was always straight sex, no feeling or emotions. I gulped down the pill of information I had just received and said, “Do you know why those two got attention from me?” Frustrated she said, “Because they were older and more popular?!?” I kind of snickered at her obvious guess and said, “Because those were the two girls in high school that I could fuck on a regular basis.” All she could manage was an “Oh.”
It was a bit awkward for the next 30 minutes or so but shortly after the sun took over and we both fell asleep on the sand. After about an hour we woke up feeling crispy and hungry we decided to head back to my place, which was only a 10 minute walk. On the way back I spoke up and said, “Sorry I never tried to date you and shit, but I knew that you were not about the life I was leading so I never bothered to try.” She just nodded and said “It was probably for the best anyway.”
As we made it to the house I said that I knew of a nice local food joint to get some food at that had a really good wings and fries. She agreed and we both went to shower and change into some fresh clothing. I was, of course, the first one out, sitting and waiting on her for a good 45 minutes before she was ready, which gave me enough time to watch most of the baseball game that was on TV. Once she stepped out of the room she was occupying my attention was off of baseball and on her. She looked gorgeous in the dress she was in; it was a sundress that even with its baggy look still showed off her marvelous figure. I turned the TV off and we were out the door.
The talk in the car was nothing spectacular it was more chit chat about the local bar scene, shopping centers and food places to go to, but the conversation was kept off of us and what could have been. Once we got there we ordered and the great thing about being social in college is you make connections. Well the reason I choose this bar is a friend of mine works there, and even though I’m 21 and can legally drink, he never ID’s any girl I bring in so they get to drink also. Now I was not going to get her drunk and sleep with her that’s not how I do it, but a beer or so never hurts as long as she knows what she is doing.
So after our first round of beers and food, the tension between us loosened some and we started back chatting like the old friends we where. Well shortly into this I started picking up on signs that she was giving off and it wasn’t long before I paid for the meal and we headed back to the car. Before I could get to the car to open her door she had already placed a passionate kiss on my lips, as I was pressed up against the car she ran her hand down my chest past my stomach and right to my groin. She started rubbing against the fabric of my shorts. I felt an electricity in my body that I hadn’t felt since the first time I had sex. I quickly took back control of the situation, slapped her on her ass, which caused her to let out a yelp and we hopped in the car. On the way back she was running her hands all over her thighs. I was beginning to think that she had already fucked someone, forgetting she that she had been a tease in high school and looking back this was some of the same shit she pulled with my brother, but I wasn’t thinking clearly as most of the blood in my system seemed to be in my fully erect cock.
Once we got back to my place her hands were all over me again, I too was trying to grope and feel, but to no avail. She had her legs clinched together as tight as possible, her tits were pressed into my chest and I couldn’t get my hands on them without pushing her away. All I could get my hands on was her ass which I proceed to knead and slap. Finally she broke free of my lips giving me enough times to ask, “So when did you lose it?” With a lustful voice she said, “I never did.” About this time she reached inside of my shorts for the first time and cupped my balls, I threw my head back in pleasure and frustration, cause I knew this wasn’t going to end with her naked in my bed. But I knew I just couldn’t pass this up so my mind started racing, what could I do to have sex with her, what trick do I know, how can I get her out of her clothes? While all this was running through my head I gradually lead her to my room, I finally threw off my shirt in hopes that she would get the hint.
With every step towards the room she stroked my cock; I was begging to free my cock which was straining to break free from the restriction of my shorts. Once we got into my room she let the straps on her dress fall and she stood in her bra and thong. She stood there and said, “Well I’m glad to see your cock likes what it sees, do you like what you see?” With that I picked her up and threw her on the bed. As I slid onto the bed I continued to kiss and pet her, but she wasn’t letting me get a grip on her bra strap or down to her sweet pussy. So here is where I made a rash decision. I reached into my night stand and pulled out the handcuffs that Meredith had me buy and I slowly ran one cuff up to the bed rail slowly attaching the cuff to the rail as not to be heard. Once I heard the first click I knew I was going to do this.
I moved the other set of hand cuffs to the bed rail attaching one the same I did to the first set. Now here was the hard part, I was going to have to cuff both hands at once in order to successfully do this. If I couldn’t it wasn’t going to happen at all and I was going to be a creep.
I slid my hands down to her wrist and in one swift motion I cuffed both one hand all the way and the other I had to quickly secure. In surprise of all the quick movements she asked, “What’s wrong?” With that she went to move and could feel the restraints on her wrist. “What the hell are you doing!?” she screamed. I stepped back and said, “Jana, I’ve known you for a long time, I hate to do this but I feel like you need it.” “I don’t need to be raped!” she screamed again. “Jana, I’m not going to rape you trust me. I just need to show you what you are trying to do now.” “Yea, well what am I trying to do!?” she yelled again. “You have been teasing guys for years now right?”
By me saying that, a realization came across her face and she said “Yea, I guess I have, but I don’t want to be a slut, but I can’t keep my hands off a guy when I’m close to them.” “Does that jumpy feeling start with your pussy becoming wet?” I asked. She looked up into my eyes and I could see even then she wanted to know any bit of information I gave her. “Well that just means you are aroused, you are horny. Do you know what I’m saying? Have you ever had an orgasm?” Nodding she said “I know what you’re saying, but I haven’t. Guys have tried to touch me and get into my pants, but I just start squirming till they get aggravated or get tired.” With this I knew I had to show her what she had been missing out on, “I’m going to show you but I’m leaving the cuffs on because I don’t want you to fight my hands away, just verbally tell me. Ok?” again I asked, “Are you clinching your thighs together because you don’t want me to get to your pussy or cause it feels good?” She said, “Cause it feels good.”
With this I began running my hands up and down both her thighs, she twitched a little the closer I got to her pussy. I looked up and could see her breathing had changed, with her hands cuffed up above her head, and her breathing being deeper and shorter, you could see her chest heave in and out causing her breast to bounce with the powerful motion. With this I reached up and removed her bra, freeing her tits. As I removed the bra, they barely moved, falling a little and shifting to her side. Her nipples were small, but they were rock hard. “Now, the thing about a girl is there are many places that are sexual sensitive. It depends from person to person, but that’s why a guy should take his time and find those places.” With that I removed one of my hands from working the inside of her legs and moved it to her tit. I began with just caressing her full globe, this amplified her arousal with just a touch of her tender breast, and she was starting to go to places that she had never let any guy get to.
As I caressed and kneaded her breast she let out a soft moan, this was my cue to pick up the attention on her nipple, from there I moved over and started pinching her erected nipple. She let out a high pitch moan with the new sensation. I just kept repeating relax, relax your body. Finally she started separating her legs more and more till finally I was able to run my hand to where it was right up against her pussy. She was breathing heavily, and was starting to squirm. Her pussy was more than wet; it was trickling from her outer lips and down to her thigh. As I moved the fabric covering her pussy I could feel the heat her pussy was giving off. She was absolutely on fire. I didn’t know how much more she could handle of me just playing with her tits and teasing her thighs. Finally with the first stroke up the lips of her pussy she let out a roaring moan, her whole body lifting off the mattress, it seemed, with a crash her hips landed on the bed and she still breathing heavily began to laugh.
She looked down at me with a well satisfied look on her face, laughing she said, “If I knew it felt like this I would have done it years ago.” Laughing I said, “Well if the guy is willing and has the knowledge than yea, you have been missing out, but I haven’t even gotten to the good stuff yet.” Smiling she said, “Like inserting that fat cock into my fresh new pussy.” I smirked and said, “Naw, not quite yet, I got to get a taste of what I’m going to be fucking first.” With that I cupped her sex, and ran my finger up her lips to her clit, causing her to yelp again. I moved into position and began running my tongue up her and down her lips. She cried out, “Oh yea, you were right, this feels amazing.”
I just kept my tongue moving all over the outside of her pussy, not wanting to force anything just yet. As my tongue flicked against her clit for the first time, it sent a short, brief shockwave through her causing her to shoot up from the stretched out position she was in. With that I ran my tongue down, up and back down her lips before finally inserting as much of my tongue into her soaking wet pussy. I was sucking down her sweet juice as I began to flick, lick and suck on her sweet hole. Without any warning I slid a finger as far into her as I could without breaking her hymen. “Holy fuck!” she yelled out. I started moving my finger in rhythm with my tongue causing her to orgasm to build she was getting more and more into it, she was starting to talk even more dirty than what her normal self would. She starting cussing between every short and sudden breath, she wasn’t going to last much longer with all the new found attention her body was getting.
I decided to end it quickly for her because it seemed to be too much the poor girl could stand. So I curved the one finger I had inside of her up towards her pubic bone and I ran my tongue up her lips and when I got to her clit I took a deep breath and sucked as hard as I could on it, her hips bucked against my face as she cried out in pleasure, I managed to stay locked onto her clit as her hips began to lower towards the bed, again I sucked hard causing her to buck as soon as her ass had touched the bed. Finally she was screaming, “Stop, stop, …………please! …………..Holy hell!” So I let go and slid my finger out of her pussy, she was panting hard like she had been running for miles, but she had a look of being well pleased. She said, “So when are you going to let me see you cock?!!?” I laughed and said, “Well as long as you are ready to suck it, you can see it right now.” With a lustful look in her eyes she said, “Well I have always liked having lickable objects in my mouth!”

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Master! Master! THE SERIES

What do you call a human with cat ears and a tail? I need to know because I have one living in my house! Wherever I go, animals keep turning into naked women! What’s going on? How long can I keep this secret? How can things possibly any weirder?

Rite Of Passage

A high school student is living the dream. He fucks his sister on a regular basis. Then he adds his aunt and mother to the mix

Don The Degenerate Doorman: 9D The Dominant Divorcee

Don The Degenerate Doorman: 9D The Dominant Divorcee
By rutger5 (An original story – Copyright 2013)
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Intro: No character development, plot, or anything like that in this story (this series really). Just a dirty sex story. So if that’s what you’re looking for you came to the right place. Enjoy!
“Is that all the packages for today Brian?” I asked the Fed-Ex delivery man as I signed electronically for the single next day package that sat on the front desk.
“Well that’s all I have for you Don. Maybe Ground will have something for the building, I’m not sure.”
“He was already here, same thing with UPS. I am so sick of those guys in their brown shorts thinking they’re God’s gift to women. Makes it harder for those of us who really are, yet we have to wear grown up pants for our job.”
“Uh okay Don, see you tomorrow,” he said shaking his head at my comments as he departed.
Just because he didn’t notice it meant nothing. I knew I was right about this but there was no sense in getting upset. It was true that they got fawning newspaper articles written about them by women reporters every year when the weather would become warmer while the only time doormen were mentioned in the press was when we might go on strike, but so what? In our quiet way we provided a greater service to the females of Manhattan, some of us quite frequently and enjoyably.
Well there was no reason to dwell on any of that I decided, especially with it being so close to lunch. One more task and then I’d have a glorious hour of freedom awaiting me. Checking the tenant registry I located the phone number of the apartment I sought and a minute later I was listening to the sound of ringing over my headset. It was on the fifth ring and I was wondering if anyone was home when it was answered.
“Hello,” came a woman’s voice and she sounded out of breath to me.
“Yes hello, this is Don in the lobby. Is this Ms. Tyler?”
“Yes it is. Good morning or should I say good afternoon Don.”
“Well it just turned noon so either way is fine ma’am.”
“What can I do for you today Don?”
“I just wanted to let you know a package has arrived for you. Its express delivery so I thought it might be important and wanted to let you know right away.”
“Thank you so much Don, I’ve been anxiously waiting for it. Is there any way you can bring it up? Normally I would send Blanca down but she’s tied up with something right now.”
Groaning inwardly I looked at my watch realizing this favor would cut into my lunch break but I resigned myself to it before answering her.
“Certainly Ms. Tyler, I’ll bring it straight up.”
“Thanks so much Don, you are a life saver. And I assure you that you’ll be well rewarded for your help.”
“No need ma’am, just doing my job.”
I informed Jose I was bringing the package upstairs then taking lunch so he could watch the desk in the interim. On the ride up to the 9th floor I recalled what Ms. Tyler had said and felt bad that Blanca had been unable to collect the box. Not only would it have saved me the trip upstairs but it was always a visual treat to see Ms. Tyler’s live in latina maid. She had worked for the rich divorcee for a little over a year by this time and she was muy caliente.
Long black hair cascaded down past her shoulders and framed her pretty face and she had the biggest doe-like brown eyes I’d ever seen. Her name was very apt for unlike many with her heritage her skin was as pale and white as the summer moon. Blanca did have the stereotypical Hispanic figure however, with a big, round ass and small, though not tiny, breasts. In short she was a living wet dream and she never failed to arouse me whenever I saw her pass through the lobby while running some errand.
Well I had no doubt I’d see her soon so there was no sense crying about it I thought as I rang the doorbell to the apartment. When a minute passed with no answer I pressed the button again when a voice came over the intercom mounted next to the door.
“Don, is that you?”
“Yes it is Ms. Tyler.”
“The door is unlocked so would you mind letting yourself in?”
“Not at all, I’ll see you in a minute,” I replied after which I opened the apartment door and stepped inside.
Classical music was what I first heard as I entered the foyer, it was Vivaldi’s Four Seasons that I believe was playing but as I closed the door behind me I heard another faint sound that I couldn’t place coming from deeper inside the apartment.
“Ms. Tyler?” I called out.
“Yes Don, we’re in the living room so can you join us here please?”
“Certainly,” I replied as I followed the sound of her voice.
The living room was large and I could only see a small part of it from my initial vantage point in the foyer. When I first entered the room I didn’t see anyone when I again heard the unknown noise prompting me to turn to the direction it came from. That section of the room was dominated by a full grand piano in front of a row of windows but it wasn’t the sight of the impressive musical instrument that caused my jaw to drop. Rather it was what was on the piano bench that had this profound effect on me.
There around ten feet away from where I stood was the maid Blanca and she was tied securely to the wooden bench and almost nude. She was on her stomach with each wrist and ankle fastened to an individual bench leg and the only piece of clothing she appeared to have on was a bright red thong with a thin strip of fabric separating and drawing attention to her firm, plump buttocks.
If that sight wasn’t enough to simultaneously shock and arouse me there was also the fact that Blanca had a number of red welts marring her fair skin from her upper back down to her ass and even some on the back of her upper legs. Even more surprising to me was who had given her those for standing next to the servant was Ms. Tyler and a cruel looking whip was in her patrician hand.
Many times I’d seen her picture in the society section of the newspaper when she attended some opening night gala or charity event dressed in the latest haute couture but I’d never before seen her like this. She had on a cinched black leather corset with matching gloves along with black bikini panties, stockings and high heel stiletto boots. Her dyed blond hair was in a severe bun and her narrow lips were painted a bright shade of crimson.
“Is that my package Don?” she asked me as I stood with my mouth agape at the scene before me. “Can you bring it here please?”
Even after she asked I remained motionless for another twenty seconds before I was able to shake free of the inertia that had taken hold of me and approach her. With a sweet smile she took the package from me before placing it on the striped back of her maid.
“Now you understand why Blanca was unable to fetch the package though I’m sure she is quite interested in what’s inside.”
“Sure and I see you weren’t kidding when you said she was all tied up before.”
Ms. Tyler gave a throaty laugh to my statement before replying to me.
“Yes, I find it necessary as well as enjoyable to discipline her on a regular basis to keep her in line and this package contains something to help with the job. Do you think you could get me my letter opener from the occasional table?”
“How about this instead?” I asked her while producing my pocket tool with a small serrated knife blade.
“Why that will work fine Don, thank you,” she said taking it from me.
Ms. Tyler bent down and using Blanca’s back like a table she deftly cut open the package. While she did my eyes darted between her smaller toned ass and Blanca’s rounder, fuller one when I noticed a wet spot in the gusset of Ms. Tyler’s panties.
“Are you enjoying the view Don?” I heard her ask and when I looked at her head I saw she was staring at me with a wicked smile on her handsome face.
“Yes I am Ms. Tyler,” I replied.
“Good, I’m glad Don and since we’re all adults if you prefer you may call me Diana here in private. Would you like to see what was in the package?” she asked but instead of waiting for my reply she lifted the item from the just opened box.
There in her gloved hand Diana Tyler held a leather riding crop which she then swung in the air a few times to test it. The crop made a whistling sound as she did and it was plain that the divorcee was no stranger to such implements and handled them expertly.
“Blanca, look what I have for you,” the woman said and after she did the bound maid managed to twist her head to look back at her employer.
When she turned I noticed a few things right off the bat. The first was that in Blanca’s mouth was a red ball gag securely fastened with a leather strap to prevent her from speaking. I also noticed her cheeks were streaked with tears from crying, from being disciplined no doubt. But what really struck me was how when her eyes gazed at Diana they revealed undisguised adoration of her employer who’d just been chastising her.
“Here you go Don and thanks again,” Diana said as she returned my pocket tool to me. “Would you be interested in watching me try out the newest item in my collection on Blanca?”
“Honestly I find the whole idea intriguing Diana, so by all means go ahead.”
“Hmmm, I knew I hadn’t misjudged you Don, you‘re my kind of man. Since she’s already received her normal allotment for today I’ll be going easy on her but it still should prove entertaining. There’s also the matter of your tip to consider. I could get something for you from my purse but I have what I believe to be a better way to reward you,” she told me after which her gloved hand reached down and rubbed the prominent bulge in my pants.
“If you mean what I think you do…”
“Oh I most certainly do Don. Why don’t you get undressed while watching me put Blanca through her paces. Then for a start I want to suck what you’re hiding in your trousers and we’ll go from there.”
“Sounds like a plan, a very good one,” I told her as my fingers began to loosen my tie.
Diana first put down the whip she’d originally held onto the piano before positioning her body right behind the rear of Blanca and raising the riding crop. She licked her lips sensuously and a second later her toned arm descended in a smooth motion. As I watched eagerly the crop left a thin red line on the white skin of Blanca’s right buttock as it kissed her soft skin there.
It must have been a stinging blow for the maid’s body flinched so powerfully that the bench she was on rolled slightly and I heard a muffled groan come from behind the gag. Without pausing the socialite divorcee raised her arm and delivered another blow, this time to Blanca’s left cheek and left a similar mark.
The maid’s taut hamstrings were the next body parts to receive the sweet kiss of the crop from her mistress and after Diana had left her mark there it was Blanca’s back that next bore the brunt. During this I had undressed and was now standing stark naked as I watched the young woman being disciplined. My excitement was great and was reflected not only in my hard cock jutting straight out from my body but also in my sweaty palms and my mouth being as dry as an Englishman’s wit.
Turning my way her smile grew wider as Diana’s eyes focused on my straining cock and a moment later she stood beside me. She playfully prodded my erection with the tip of the crop as her hazel eyes met mine causing me to groan as my hard flesh bobbed about. Her gloved finger then pressed to my lips before trailing down my body until it too reached my erection at which time her hand encircled it.
“Come,” was all she said as she led me to stand in front of the bound Blanca.
She crouched down before me and moved the bench cushion which was on the floor to near my feet and knelt there. During this time her hand had kept a firm grip on my erection and as soon as she was kneeling Diana licked my hard cock. From right above the base and continuing all the way up to my swollen crown her agile tongue traced a winding path before working its way down the other side.
Her eyes then met mine at which time she parted her lips and engulfed my head in her warm, wet mouth. My groan came from deep inside me and encouraged her as she swallowed more of my hard flesh until it reached the back of her mouth. Unlike some women she was undeterred by this and to my utter delight kept going forward, taking every inch. It was only after her lips met my body and my balls grazed her chin that she stopped.
She held that position for twenty to thirty seconds before she had to pull back, letting my cock slide out of her throat with a little gurgling sound. Her mouth released my hard flesh but as soon as she did Diana began to feverishly kiss the side of my erection, bestowing kisses up and down my full length until I wanted to scream from pleasure. Finally she moved her mouth off me but she kept one gloved hand around me. Her other hand reached out and first unfastened then removed the ball gag from Blanca’s mouth and placed it on the maid’s striped back.
“Blanca, I have a job for you,” Diana told her.
“Yes mistress?” the younger woman replied, though with her adorable accent it sounded more like mees-tress.
“I want you to open your mouth wide and suck Don’s big cock for me. Do you understand Blanca?”
The bound maid shook her head from side to side and looked at Diana with a pleading expression on her pretty face.
“Please, no. Don’t make me do this…”
“Blanca! Are you refusing my request?” Diana replied in an angry sounding voice.
“I not refuse but you know…”
“Enough. Either you do as you’re told or I’ll tan your hide so bad you won’t be able to sit for a week. Do I make myself clear?”
“Yes mistress,” Blanca replied though she looked like she might burst into tears at any moment.
“You know Blanca, there are a lot of girls out there who would love to have your job. We don’t want anything to happen to make that necessary, do we?”
On hearing that Blanca appeared to be thrown into a panic though due to her bound state her options were somewhat limited. Still she violently managed to shake her head while saying “No, no, no!” at the very suggestion her mistress might discard her.
Having made her point Diana then stroked the maid’s hair like one would do with a pet while speaking much more softly to her.
“I don’t want that to happen either Blanca but it’s really up to you. All you have to do is obey me and do what I say with no arguments or protests. Now are you ready to suck Don’s cock?”
Blanca’s head moved up and down like a bobblehead doll while her pretty lips frantically mouthed the word yes over and over.
“Good girl. Do a good job and I’ll reward you later. And be careful with your teeth. Don has a very nice cock and I’d hate to see it get scraped by them.”
She patted Blanca’s head again before turning and looking up at me.
“Use her sweet mouth for your pleasure Don but understand you’re the first man she’s ever been with so she may be hesitant. It’ll be up to you to guide her, with my expert assistance of course.”
“Interesting. You say she’s never been with a man before?”
“Correct. Blanca was a sweet, innocent, church going naïf from a small town in Colombia when I sponsored her to come to America. Since then I’ve been doing my best to corrupt her and I’ve made steady progress so far. But who could blame me? Her body is built for sin, not saying prayers.”
“I must agree Diana. She does belong on her knees, but for more carnal purposes,” I said as my eyes feasted on her alluring flesh.
“Can you believe she was educated by nuns in a religious school? And she actually considered becoming one herself. Fortunately her family was poor so it became necessary for her to find work to help out with money. Now every month she sends most of her generous salary back to Colombia. But enough about that, lets get her sucking your impressive tool. Open your mouth Blanca.”
During our conversation Diana’s gloved hand had continued to stroke my rampant erection and as soon as her maid parted her lips Diana guided my cock there. It felt like paradise when I first slid between them and knowing my cock was her first gave me a perverse kind of thrill. To start with I only put my head and just below it in her wet orifice to let her adjust to me. Diana however had a different plan and she took hold of Blanca’s long raven hair and pulled it, causing her to take me deeper.
“Use your tongue on the bottom of his cock Blanca, lick it good,” she ordered the maid.
Blanca seemed determined to follow her mistress’ word to the letter and no sooner had Diana said that then I felt the maid’s tongue wriggling against the sensitive underside of my cock. I began to rock my hips slightly, doing just enough to move my cock deeper into her mouth before retreating.
“That’s it Don, feed her some hard meat. Here, take her hair,” she told me as she stood and brought Blanca’s hair towards my hand.
My fingers wrapped around the maid’s jet black hair and I tugged on it as I kept up the mini thrusts.
“Hmmm, I think you’re being too gentle with her Don. She may be a novice when it comes to fellatio but she can be a workhorse I’ve discovered. Now since its afternoon I’m going to make myself a cocktail. Would you like one?”
“Normally I don’t drink on the job but since I’m technically on my lunch break I don’t see why I can’t have one. What are you drinking?”
“I’m in the mood for a stiff vodka martini to go along with your stiff cock. And you?”
“The same,” I replied.
Diana sauntered across the room, her hips swaying provocatively with each brazen step. Taking her advice to heart my free hand seized Blanca by the back of her head and with one hand there and my right hand still holding her lustrous hair tightly I increased the speed of my thrusts. I also began going deeper, now reaching the back of her mouth with each thrust. By the time Diana returned with a martini glass in each hand Blanca was making gasping sounds from the rough mouth fucking she was receiving and there was a small pool of saliva forming beneath on the polished wood floor. Diana first kissed me before handing me a glass which forced me to release Blanca’s hair to take it.
“Oh, I love the sound a cock makes when it makes a girl gag,” she told me with a gleam in her eye.
“Well I admit I love the way it feels.”
“I’m sure,” she said with a laugh before taking a sip, “now open your mouth darling. I have a special treat for you.”
When I did Diana slipped a pill between my lips and smiled wickedly.
“What was that?” I asked while holding it in my mouth.
“Oh just a little concoction that a pharmacist friend prepares specially for me. I’m not sure of the exact formula but suffice it to say it’s like fast acting Viagra on steroids. Believe me you’ll love what it does for you, Don. Now be a good boy and swallow it down.”
I had to slow down in order to drink without spilling the liquid and as I did Diana placed her glass on a coaster on top of the piano. As soon as she had done this she moved the pillow on the floor right behind me and promptly sat there. While I drank she worked her upper body between my wide spaced legs and then with no warning Diana managed to suck one of my balls into her mouth.
“Oh fuck,” I groaned with pleasure as Diana suckled on my nut while Blanca continued licking my shaft.
After a minute of this sweet torture Diana pulled her lips from me though she remained where she was. With my drink now half gone I resumed thrusting into Blanca’s mouth when I felt something thin and hard across the back of my ball sac. Before I could look down I felt it drawn around the front as well and then pulled tight. When I turned my gaze down I saw a grinning Diana had used a thin, black, plastic zip tie to snugly wrap around my low hanging balls.
“Is that too tight Don?”
“What are you doing!?”
“Oh come on, an experienced man of the world like you not knowing about such things I find hard to believe. Personally I find these to be more effective than the standard cock strap,” she replied as she drew it another notch tighter, “and when you cum you’ll thank me.”
“Well be careful! That’s very important equipment you’re handling.”
“Oh don’t worry Don. I always treat jewels with the proper respect,” she said as she removed another zip tie from her leather corset encased cleavage.
This one she wound around the base of both my cock and balls and tightened it, further imprisoning my genitals. Once she had done this Diana resumed sucking on my balls and right away I could feel the difference. It was like the nerve endings in my balls had become much more sensitive from her actions. The feeling was intensified when Diana actually lowered her head a couple of inches pulling my captive balls down with her. When she opened her mouth and released me they rose back up to their normal location where her hand took hold of them and squeezed gently causing the pleasurable signal to travel straight from there to my brain.
“Blanca I want you to bob your head on Don’s cock; and you,” she told me, “need to stand still. I think its time to watch you cum. Just let me know before you do.”
Right after saying that she again sucked one of my balls into her mouth while Blanca managed to bob her head and swallow the top half of my cock inside despite her body being bound to the bench. I just chilled as the two women did their best to push me past my breaking point and the way they were going it didn’t take much longer.
“Oh damn Diana! I can’t take any more,” I cried out as I felt the familiar feeling of impending orgasm wash over me like a tsunami.
Quick as can be Diana released my nut from her mouth as her gloved hand wrapped around my thick shaft.
“Blanca, let his cock go,” she ordered her maid who wasted no time in releasing my swollen head from her hot mouth.
Diana then stroked my cock rapidly and concentrated her effort on my head and just below, easily my most sensitive location. Since I was already about to cum nothing more was needed to bring this about. A loud grunt escaped my mouth as the first shot sailed over Blanca’s head to land on her lower back. More spurts followed as the divorcee’s hand continued jerking my hard flesh with some landing in Blanca’s hair or on her back and a couple missing her altogether to end up on the floor.
The sensation of my balls shooting while confined by the plastic ties felt almost surreal in its intensity and after no more came I was in for another treat. Diana brought my now overly sensitive cock near Blanca’s mouth at which time the Colombian cutie started to lick it. Before my mind had a chance to process this it was amplified when Diana then began to run her tongue along my cock as well.
It blew my mind to watch the two of them licking me at the same time and when their tongues met for a few seconds they entwined like serpents before both going their separate ways again, further stoking the inferno of my lust. The pill she’d given me must have already kicked in for not only didn’t I lose my erection but unless I was mistaken my cock felt and appeared thicker than before and as full of blood as I’d ever experienced in my life.
Still all good things come to an end and this was no exception. After another minute of licking, Diana stopped though at first Blanca continued her effort. Diana got to her feet and slapped my ass sharply before walking toward the couch located around fifteen feet away. On the end table next to it was a finely carved wooden box which she opened and began to search through.
“Don, would you mind rolling Blanca over this way?” she asked as she looked up a moment before continuing to rummage in the box.
Pulling my cock free of Blanca I rolled the bench in the direction of the couch. Once I had Diana smiled at me and pointed to the couch before simply saying “Sit.”
As I settled comfortably on the plush piece of furniture Diana removed an item from the wooden box and stepped behind Blanca. It appeared to be a slim vibrator constructed of pink plastic and as I watched Diana brought it to her mouth and started sucking on it. At the same time she leaned down and taking hold of Blanca’s thong she yanked it down past her full ass and left it at mid thigh.
Removing the vibrator from her mouth Diana then slid it into Blanca’s pussy causing the maid to moan. She must have turned it on right after that for a second later I heard the muffled buzz coming from the South American’s nether region which prompted a louder moan from the captive maid. Her employer fiddled with it for another few seconds as she adjusted the setting until she seemed satisfied it was at the desired speed.
After delivering a few rapid spanks to Blanca’s ass Diana moved directly in front of me. Her fingers hooked the waistband of her panties and as I watched with bated breath she rolled them down past her hips. Then bending to finish the job Diana pushed them down to her ankles before stepping free of them. She didn’t leave them there but instead wadded them into a ball and turning sideways jammed them into Blanca’s open mouth.
“Here you go for now, my little chica, just to give you a taste. In a little while I’ll let you have the real thing but first I’m going to get filled by Don’s fat cock and ride him. That should make me nice and juicy for your little, pink tongue.”
While she spoke my eyes were ogling her assets and unsurprisingly Diana’s muff was as bare as a little girl’s. Full bikini waxes are quite common in the privileged circles she travels in as many of these women prefer to be hair free in order to wear the revealing designer dresses and swimsuits they favor.
Be that as it may I didn’t get much time to look for as soon as Diana had attended to Blanca she knelt on the couch and straddled me. My rigid member throbbed with anticipation which didn’t last long, for once she was in place Diana reached down and grasped me. She guided me to her wet opening and as soon as the tip of my cock nestled between her lips she impaled herself.
“Ooh,” she exclaimed as my girth stretched her hairless pussy wide but despite her kitty being wet as a drowned kitten her descent stalled after initially swallowing the top half of my member.
Diana was too experienced a lover to let this setback slow her down any. She placed her hands on my broad shoulders to gain leverage at which time she raised her body up until only my swollen head remained inside her. While like that Diana rotated her hips for a minute before she reversed direction and plunged down, this time managing to take me deeper though not all the way yet.
My hands grabbed her narrow hips and pulled her down as I thrust upward burying my cock in her to the root. Holding her in place I pumped as fast as I could and with each thrust my bound balls hit her ass cheeks with a slapping sound. After a minute of this Diana moved her hands from my shoulders and using the thumb and forefinger of each she pinched my nipples painfully until I stopped moving and glared up at her.
“Sorry Don, I was just trying to get your attention,” she told me with a smirk on her face. “Would you mind letting me set the pace for now. Maybe later you can but I like to be in control, in case you hadn’t noticed.”
My only answer was a shrug of my shoulders but apparently satisfied she’d made her point Diana resumed her movement. She now moved at a rapid pace and once she built up a (rock) steady rhythm she leaned down so her lips could meet mine. We kissed passionately as she continued to ride me fast and hard and before long my upper thighs were wet from her leaking juices. She broke our kiss which allowed her to straighten her torso and again she rested her hands on my shoulders.
“Unfasten the top two buttons on my corset Don,” she commanded in an imperious tone that brooked no dissent.
I certainly had no problem with that for it dovetailed with my desire anyway. Since first seeing her in this corset with the top half of her bosom spilling out I’d wanted to free them and now she was giving me the chance to do so. My fingers reached up and undid one button followed by the second which was enabled me to pull the leather down enough to free her full breasts.
They were round and plump with mouth watering pink nipples perched on equally pink areolas and I wasted little time in leaning forward and flicking one with my tongue. She gasped and when my hand palmed her other breast it became a moan of pleasure.
“Ooh Don! I like! Don’t stop!” she implored not that I had any intention of doing so.
Instead I began sucking on her hard nipple while my tongue continued to lick it and she must have really enjoyed this as one of her hands left my shoulder and ran through my hair. She didn’t let this slow her any and continued to ride me hard and in fact if anything she was moving faster. During this I lost track of time and had no idea how long we’d been in this position when she began to moan louder and more often as she got close.
“Oh fuck Don,” she cried out, “don’t stop! Keep sucking me baby! Yes, yes, yes!”
With a final cry her body collapsed on mine as she achieved sexual nirvana. My mouth then left her breast to find her neck where I began to nibble until that proved too much for her sensitive nerves to take.
“Nooo, stop,” she demanded as she forced her body upright again.
Using my shoulder for support she managed to stand on shaky legs while wearing a smile a mile wide. This of course caused my still erect cock to slip from her well fucked channel. After being inside her hot, wet pussy the skin on my cock now felt cool from the room temperature but I didn’t have long to think about it.
“Oh Don, look how wet your cock is from my juices. Let’s have Blanca clean that up for you,” she said as she bent and removed her panties from the maid’s mouth.
Diana then grabbed her maid by the hair and planted her lips on Blanca’s and passionately kissed her. When she pulled back she indicated for me to feed her my cock. I rose and got in front of the young woman and a second later she began licking off her mistress’ juices. Diana wasn’t content just watching and instead moved behind Blanca and taking hold of the inserted vibrator she started to slide it in and out of her bound servant.
This had an immediate effect on Blanca who was no longer able to continue licking my cock as her mistress forced her body to orgasm. So I watched with interest as her pale face reddened and her muscles trembled like a leaf in a breeze as climax overwhelmed her. My hand reached down and worked between the bench and Blanca until my hand found her breast. It felt to be around the size of a large orange as I squeezed it, further sending Blanca’s senses reeling.
“Dios mio!” she cried out when I managed to pinch her nipple as her head shook from side to side in her passion.
Diana continued to fuck Blanca with the vibrator as the maid came down a bit from her orgasm which permitted her to resume licking my cock.
“Hmmm, are you enjoying the taste of me on Don’s cock Blanca?” Diana asked her.
“Yes mistress, I love the way you taste. You know that.”
“Soon you’ll be tasting the real thing Blanca, would you like that?”
The maid nodded her head in assent to the question, her eyes filled with hope.
“What do you say Don, has she done a good job cleaning you? Should I reward her, do you think?”
“She’s done an adequate job under the circumstances. It can’t be easy to concentrate while being fucked at the same time.”
“You hear that Blanca? Now be sure to thank Don properly and I don’t mean with words. Fuck her mouth now Don and get your cock nice and wet. And when you’re ready here’s a nice tight hole to fill.”
“Are you saying…” I began as I drove my cock deep into Blanca’s mouth when Diana interrupted me.
“Yes I am. As soon as you’re ready we can switch places. You’ll be the first man to experience her tight little pussy. She’s no longer a virgin, I popped her cherry myself but still it should be something special.”
“Sweet,” I said, “though I’m jealous of you. That must have been very enjoyable.”
“Oh it was, for both of us. I was her first so she’ll never forget me I’m sure. Are you almost ready?”
“Hell yeah!” I replied pulling my cock from her mouth, a string of her saliva hanging from it. “Let’s get this show on the road.”
“That’s what I like to hear,” Diana said as she pulled the humming vibrator out of Blanca then went and sat on the couch’s edge, “now roll the bench a little closer so she can lick me at the same time.”
I pushed the bench so Blanca’s head was right between her mistress’ thighs before then crouching behind the maid.
“Blanca, I’ve given Don permission to fuck you. While he does that you are going to continue to eat my pussy; do you understand?”
“Yes mistress.”
“Don, you may begin whenever you’re ready.”
Before I did I first pushed Blanca’s face into Diana’s wet pussy and only after hearing her begin eating it did I take hold of my cock and bring it between the maid’s legs. For one torturous minute I rubbed it on the outside of her vulva to tease her until my lust got the best of me. Unable to wait longer I guided the head of my cock between her inner lips and to her opening. The vibrator had already loosened her up so it wasn’t difficult to work my head inside and due to her pussy being so wet I easily sank most of my hard length in one powerful thrust.
Her muffled moan in response was music to my ears while her tight vagina gripping me felt like a velvet glove on my engorged cock. Then I put my hands onto her ample backside to support myself and as soon as I had I jammed the last couple of inches inside her. My hips then pulled back until only my mushroom shaped head remained before I again buried my erection in her.
This time I rotated my hips while balls deep, prompting Blanca’s groans to become louder as I stretched her tiny pussy out. After loosening her a bit I started to pound her with long smooth strokes, sinking up to my bound balls with every thrust. My fingers dug into her ass while I fucked her, squeezing and kneading the flesh of her sizable ass.
“So how is she? Nice and tight?” Diana asked as her fingers tugged on Blanca’s hair to encourage her oral efforts.
“Oh hell yeah! Her muscles are squeezing me like a boa constrictor.”
“What a delightful, as well as an apt comparison Don.”
“Huh?” was all I managed as I continued to fill Blanca each time I drove my hips forward.
“Sorry,” she answered with a grin, “I guess your brain doesn’t have enough blood left to think with it all being in your big, hard cock right now. I only meant both Blanca and boa constrictors are native to South America.”
“Oh yeah, I knew that.”
“I’m so sure,” she replied sarcastically. “Blanca, don’t slow down! If doing two people is too much for you I’ll have to tell Don to stop what he’s doing. Do you want that?”
The maid’s head went side to side as way of an answer while she kept licking her demanding mistress. I guess her renewed effort convinced Diana to hold off on her threat for the moment at least, a decision I certainly welcomed. There was no way I wanted to stop screwing sweet, innocent (comparatively speaking, I mean) Blanca, not the way her little pussy felt on my hard flesh.
The toughest part for me was deciding where to look. I couldn’t stay focused on one thing with so many competing for my visual attention. It was great watching my wide cock slide in and out of her clinging lips but the sight of Blanca’s head buried between her mistress’ thighs was equally arousing. That doesn’t cover how entertaining it was to watch the changing expressions on Diana’s face as her maid’s tongue drove her insane with lust or just my delight in taking in the beauty of Blanca’s back with all the whip marks her mistress had given her. Plus once or twice I found myself appreciating the stylish décor and subdued elegance of Diana’s apartment though not to the same degree as the rest.
Suddenly my undivided attention was drawn to Diana as her moans became louder and she began to thrash her head about while pulling Blanca by the hair nearer to her bare pelvis.
“Faster darling,” she ordered the maid, “I’m so close. Use that wonderful tongue of yours. Oh yes, that’s it! Yes! I’m cumming!”
Diana let out a wail as now both her hands held Blanca to her wet sex, her eyes tightly closed from the intensity of her climax. During this I had stopped moving, transfixed by the spectacle before me. There was something so fierce and elemental about what I’d witnessed that for that brief period of time it made me forget about my own pleasure and how my cock was deep in Blanca and instead just marvel at what I was watching. The moment passed as Diana opened her eyes and released her maid’s hair and I found myself resuming my thrusts as the spell faded.
“Wait Don,” she said to me as she sat up, “it’s my turn for your cock again. Just let me thank Blanca first.”
The divorcee slid off the couch to a crouching position whereupon she took the maid by her face with both hands and passionately kissed her. Blanca mewed like a kitten as her mistress showed her appreciation and if she could’ve purred I had no doubt that she would have done so. All I know is when Diana’s lips met hers she contracted on my rigid rod something incredible and she relaxed when her mistress stood.
“Don would you do me a favor and release Blanca from the bench? She will need to be mobile for what I have planned next.”
“No problem,” I replied as I reluctantly withdrew my weapon from Blanca.
She let out a disappointed whimper as my cock slid from her and it was plain to me that she had enjoyed her first time with the real thing. Not doubting that Diana had rocked her world with her toys but there was a difference between my hard, hot flesh and imitation phalluses. The restraints were fabric strips with Velcro attached that held Blanca captive and I unfastened them one at a time until she was free.
Blanca pushed her body up so that she was sitting astride the bench, a leg on each side, at which time she began to rub her wrist. No sooner had she repeated the process with the other than Diana took hold of one of her arms and fastened one half of a set of leather restraints on her just freed wrist. Next she pulled both her arms behind her back and fastened the second in place, effectively restraining the maid again though less restrictively this time.
“On your knees Blanca,” she barked at the maid who wasted no time in kneeling next to the couch.
Diana stretched her body out on the couch then beckoned me forward. As I approached her I couldn’t help but to sneak a peak at Blanca now that she was no longer bound to the bench. Her pert breasts sat high on her chest and seemed to be begging for attention, what with their pink, hard nipples protruding proudly. My eyes then followed her curvy contours downward until reaching her mons of Venus where I noticed that unlike her mistress she had a full bush, though it was groomed neatly and clipped short.
“One knee on the couch and your other foot on the floor,” Diana directed me as she settled herself comfortably in place with one leg resting on the high back section of the couch and the other suspended in mid air.
As soon as I was in place where she wanted me, Diana reached down and took hold of my straining erection. She brought it to her hole at which point I pushed it back into her sopping pussy marveling at how she was even wetter than earlier.
“Grab hold of my leg Don and then give it to me hard,” she instructed me as her hand first let go of my cock and a second later I felt it close on my imprisoned testicles. “Do a good job now or I’ll let you know it,” she said as she squeezed my lemons.
“You are so bad,” I told her while I hooked her leg with my left arm.
“And you love it, don’t you Don?”
“I have to admit that I do and I’ve never met anyone quite like you before Diana.”
“That’s because there’s no one else like me, I’m unique!”
“Good thing too. I doubt New York could handle more than one of you.”
“How nice of you to say but let’s get a move on Don and start fucking me. I don’t want to break your balls but you know I will if you don’t get moving,” she said as she applied a little more pressure to my nuts.
That got me going, that and the fact I really wanted to cum again. It had been a while since I blew my first load and I’d fucked both women since then as well as filling Blanca’s sweet mouth with my cock. On top of that the pill Diana had given me made my cock almost painfully hard as well as extra sensitive. There was also the fact that Diana still held my captive balls in her gloved hand and was constantly stimulating them.
While I pounded her, Diana grabbed Blanca by her hair with her free hand and pulled the maid toward her breasts. No further direction was given or needed as she started sucking on her mistress’ nipple once she was close enough. While she sucked I continued pumping my hips rapidly and it became clear that between the two of us we were rocking Diana’s world.
“Ooh that’s nice Blanca, it feels sooo good. But I want you to lick my clit now because I’m getting close. Be a good little chica for me.”
The maid pulled her mouth off Diana and crawled a little further down so her mouth could reach the pussy of her mistress. It was quite a treat watching Blanca’s tongue licking the erect clit of Diana and when she sucked it between her lips the mature divorcee lost it. My driving shaft was inundated with her pussy juices as she released a gushing wave of the fluid as she came all over.
Luckily for me she didn’t crush my balls as orgasm overwhelmed her though her hand did tighten its grip somewhat on them. During her climax I kept sliding my cock deep in her with short, powerful thrusts that shook her body from the force of my movement. Blanca had also continued licking and sucking Diana’s clit during the orgasm until the older woman yanked her head back by the hair.
“Sorry Blanca, I can’t take anymore, my clit is too sensitive right now,” she told her as way of explanation when the maid looked questioningly at her mistress. “But don’t go anywhere. Unless I’m mistaken it won’t be long before Don’s cock shoots another load of his tasty cum and I want you to catch it in your mouth. Well Don, how much longer do you think?”
“Not long,” I grunted as I sank deep, “not long at all.”
My speed increased as I gave it my all while my eyes shifted between Diana and Blanca. They were both hot yet so different in looks. It was when Blanca smiled up at me as she knelt obediently on the floor that was the final straw though I can’t discount how nice Diana’s wet, shaved pussy felt on my driving cock.
“Fuck, I’m cumming!” I managed to exclaim as I pulled my member from her sticky snatch.
My hand went right below the head and squeezed tight giving me just enough time to reach Blanca’s open and waiting mouth. No sooner had the head of my cock passed between her parted lips then it exploded – firing a thick rope of cum deep in her mouth which was followed by many smaller spurts.
“Blanca, don’t swallow it! Hold it in your mouth,” Diana said as she attempted to sit up.
For my part I couldn’t care one way or the other. All I knew was I was experiencing another mind blowing orgasm which was accentuated by the thin plastic ties, Diana’s hand and the better living through chemistry pill I’d swallowed. When no more cum came from me I squeezed my shaft one more time just to make sure then I staggered to my feet. Diana waited until I did this before releasing my balls from her grasp after which she pulled Blanca to her.
“Kiss me darling and share Don’s bounty,” she told the maid and as I watched the two women kissed and no doubt passed my salty spunk back and forth.
Finally Diana stood over her kneeling servant who had her head tilted back and her beautiful mouth open allowing her mistress to release a white glob of semen and saliva inside.
“Be a good chica and swallow that down,” she told her maid who complied immediately.
Since the maid’s hands were bound behind her Diana helped her to her feet before turning and fixing her gaze upon me. I stood close by as my body recovered from my last orgasm but in spite of my carnal exertions my erection remained as rampant as if I hadn’t cum twice already. It had to be the pill because there was no way I should still be raring to go after what had occurred but I wasn’t complaining.
“Sit back down on the couch,” Diana told me, “so Blanca can ride that big cock. Would you like that chica?”
“Yes mistress, please,” Blanca replied in a soft voice but it was clear from the look in her eyes that she wanted to ride the pony.
No sooner had I sat than the maid knelt astride me. Diana leaned down and reaching between Blanca’s thighs she wrapped her hand around my erection. A moment later she guided me to Blanca’s wet pussy and once she had me in place the maid sank down onto me, taking it to the root. She let out a little moan as I bottomed out and I could feel her tight muscles squeeze me like a vise. The next thing that happened was I heard the sound of leather meeting flesh and looking up I saw Diana standing behind Blanca with the riding crop in her hand and a wild look in her eye.
“Ride him Blanca! Faster!” she ordered her servant as she repeatedly lashed her.
Between my cock splitting her wide and her mistress whipping her Blanca was in a frenzied state and when my mouth found her breast for the first time and latched onto her erect nipple she went crazy.
“Oh yes! Fuck me! Beat me! I love it, oh I love it! Don’t stop, please!” she wailed in her charming accent as our actions pushed her to what appeared to be an earth shattering orgasm.
Her body was trembling uncontrollably and her head sank onto the top of mine as I sucked on her tasty nipple and I could feel her vaginal muscles clenching and unclenching on me. Sometime during this Diana had ceased disciplining her maid and from the corner of my eye I saw her going through her box of toys on the nearby table. Ignoring her for the moment I began to thrust upward into Blanca, who’s muscles seemed to be no longer obeying her as her body sprawled awkwardly on mine.
Each time I jammed my cock deep in Blanca she let out a little whimper which spurred me ever onward. It was after a particularly energetic thrust of mine made Blanca’s head move sideways that I saw what Diana was up to and if I hadn’t seen how nuts she was already I would have been shocked. Girded about her hips was a leather harness which had a fairly long dildo protruding from it. As I watched she applied a generous amount of lubricant to the device while her eyes stayed locked on Blanca’s hot latina ass.
Once she was satisfied it was fully coated she climbed on the couch directly behind her maid’s behind. She first delivered a sharp smack to Blanca’s already striped ass, then pushed the maid even closer to me so her body and mine were pressed together. She then leaned in and spoke into her servant’s well shaped ear.
“I hope you’re ready Blanca because you’re in for it now,” she told her and I gathered Blanca felt the dildo press into her butt for her eyes showed sudden fear. “I’m going to fuck your big ass while Don is fucking your tight, little pussy. What do you think about that?”
“Please mistress, no. Its too much I think.”
“Nonsense Blanca, you’re just being a baby. I don’t want to hear any more talk like that. Don, can you do me a favor?”
“Sure what do you need Diana?” I replied as I ground my hips into Blanca.
“Would you mind spreading her big ass? It would make things a lot easier for me that way.”
“No problem,” I said as my hands took hold of her ample ass cheeks and pulled them far apart.
Blanca let out a frightened whimper when I did this and it morphed into something louder as Diana forced the dildo head inside her asshole with no mercy. Once she accomplished this she stopped pushing and instead stroked the maid’s raven tresses while speaking softly to her.
“Relax chica, I’m not going to hurt you – too badly. Don’t I always take care of you and make you cum?”
“Yes mistress,” she sniffled in reply.
“And I’ve fucked your ass before – damn, I practically own it! So what’s your problem?”
“I’m just scared. I never had it like this before, two people in me at the same time. Before today you’ve been the only one I‘ve been with, until Don. I’m sorry mistress.”
“That’s okay my darling, I forgive you” Diana told her as she slid deeper into Blanca’s back tunnel.
Blanca moaned as Diana filled her but so did I for I could feel the dildo sliding against my rigid cock with only her membrane separating us. It felt wonderful to me and made Blanca’s already tight pussy feel that much tighter on my swollen erection. After she had worked the whole flexible length inside her maid, Diana took my hand in hers as our eyes met.
“Hmmm, so how does that feel Don?”
“Fucking great Diana, what else can I say.”
“Here’s the plan, I want us to fuck her in sync, so when I squeeze your hand then you thrust, okay? If we’re able to build a rhythm then I won’t have to keep squeezing your hand but I want us filling her slutty little holes at the same time.”
“Its all good,” I replied after which Diana squeezed my hand.
We both began to slide in and out of the bound maid and we were able to time our movements for the most part with only a few minor glitches. It was easier for Diana to move freely due to her location on top of the pile but I did a more than adequate job from underneath of pumping Blanca’s pussy. All I knew was that it felt incredible to be fucking her tight hole plus I was being doubly stimulated by Diana doing the same to her ass with the dildo.
By this time Blanca was useless as far as moving her body voluntarily, she was just a helpless fucktoy for our depraved lust. Not that she wasn’t having a good time herself. I lost track of how many times she cried out in my ear that she was cumming and it felt as if she leaked a gallon of vaginal fluids onto my cock and thighs as I filled her. After a particularly noisy climax I felt Diana slide out of Blanca’s ass before standing.
“Don I want you to get up for a minute and take Blanca with you,” she instructed me while she reached back and unbuckled the harness before letting it slide from her hips to land on the floor with a clatter.
“All right, just hold on a second while I catch my breath,” I replied to her before speaking to Blanca. “Are you ready baby? When I stand, wrap your legs around me. Okay?”
She nodded yes at which time I wrapped one arm around her waspish waist while placing my other hand on the armrest of the couch for support. Pushing down I struggled to my feet while lifting Blanca with me and being the obedient little sub that she was her legs hooked around my waist. Once standing I moved my hand from the couch to her ass to help hold her in place. I admit I was caught off guard when Blanca leaned in and began to smother my mouth with hot kisses.
“Well Don, it appears like you have a new best friend,” I heard Diana say before laughing. “So Blanca, do you like Don and his big, hard cock?”
The maid stopped kissing me and turned to her employer.
“Si, I mean yes mistress. He is nice and he makes my pussy feel good.”
“You’re right there, he is very talented although I’m not quite so sure he’s nice. Not that it matters really.”
“Hey I’m standing right here while you’re talking about me,” I said as my arms raised and lowered Blanca on my erection.
“Yes I know and I need you to do something if it’s not too much trouble,” Diana replied as she dramatically cast herself onto the couch before stretching languidly.
“What is it?” I asked her as I continued to move Blanca’s body up and down my shaft.
“Put her on top of me in a sixty-nine. But don’t worry Don, this is going to work out great for you, trust me.”
“All right,” I told her before catching Blanca’s eye, “sorry sweetie but you heard your mistress. Its time for us to stop, at least for a little while.”
“I said to trust me and that goes for Blanca too. In no time you’ll be fucking like rabbits again.”
With that ray of hope to look forward to I lifted her body up until my cock slid free causing her to whimper in disappointment. Next I lowered her body so her big ass rested on the armrest of the couch at which time her legs unwrapped from around me. Then with my help she was able to kneel astride Diana’s head. Since her hands were imprisoned behind her back I guided her upper body down until her head was resting on the top of Diana’s thigh within licking distance of her delectable pussy.
“Bravo Don and now your reward. Kneel behind Blanca but before you put that big cock back in her let me suck on it a minute.”
“Now you’re talking sense,” I said as I scrambled onto the couch.
Placing one knee beyond Diana I left my opposite foot on the floor so I was straddling them both. Before I was even fully in place Diana grabbed my cock and angled it so that her mouth was able to slide onto it, swallowing the head initially. As she inched upwards taking more of my swollen flesh into her mouth her tongue lashed my head repeatedly. For less than a minute she drove me crazy doing this before pulling her head from me.
“Okay Don, time to feed her your cock and Blanca are you waiting for an engraved invitation? Start licking my pussy!”
The maid had begun to eat out her mistress when my cock entered her tight tunnel causing her to stop for a second but she quickly recovered and resumed licking Diana. I pounded sweet Blanca as hard as I could but within a few minutes Diana pulled my cock from her maid’s pussy. She again sucked on my head but this time just long enough to get the taste of Blanca before her mouth released my erection.
“Hey Don, I know you’re enjoying fucking her pussy but what do you think about putting it in her hot, tight ass?”
“I think that’s a great idea Diana.”
“Well then why not do it. I already loosened her up for you so get going.”
That was something I didn’t to need to hear twice. All I had to do was shift my body slightly and my cock head was rubbing her little brown hole. Since Diana had just been fucking her there moments before once my head touched her back hole it opened up allowing me to work my head inside. Since I was wider than the dildo had been her body resisted me a bit when Diana took hold of my shaft by the base.
“Fuck her ass Don! Give it to her good and hard,” she told me as her hand moved down and again took possession of my restrained balls. “And why not grab her arms for leverage while you fuck her? I think that would be so hot.”
Hmm, Diana certainly made a good point there I thought to myself. My hands seized Blanca’s upper arms right above her elbows and seconds later I forced my cock deeper in her ass. At the same time Diana took hold of Blanca by the back of the neck to hold the maid’s head near her pussy. It took me a few thrusts to get up to full speed but within a minute my entire length was sliding into her tight back channel.
While I built up a rhythm Diana released my balls and instead jammed two of her fingers into Blanca’s pussy and started to finger fuck her. Somehow through her moans Blanca continued to tongue her mistress, her nimble pink tongue licking both clit and swollen lips with each pass. Just when I thought things couldn’t get crazier Diana surprised me again.
“Don, put it back in her pussy for a minute,” she instructed me.
With a groan I slid from Blanca’s ass at which time Diana guided me back into her maid’s wet pussy. My balls slapped into her clit as I buried myself, then I paused with my full length inside her for a minute before I resumed pumping. After a couple of minutes of this Diana tapped my leg making me look down at her.
“Ooh, let me taste Blanca on you,” she said, her eyes ablaze with lust, “then after that you can fuck her fat ass again.”
Once more I pulled out of Blanca allowing Diana to take my cock back into her hot mouth. She took me to her mouth’s limit with each movement of her head until I was dripping wet from her saliva at which time her mouth released me. Her hand guided me to Blanca’s back door and this time my cock slid all the way in with no difficulty.
Diana again pushed two fingers in Blanca and resumed fingering her as my speed increased until I was pumping as fast as I could. With her back channel squeezing me even more than her pussy had I was in pervert heaven. Watching Blanca lick Diana as she frigged the maid in return only made things more exciting and when the divorcee managed to suck one of my balls into her warm mouth it proved too much for me to take.
As her tongue ran along the wrinkled skin I froze in place as I felt another orgasm overwhelm me. I cried out from a combination of pleasure and relief as my balls released what little cum remained in them deep up Blanca’s ass. While I came Diana continued sucking on my captive ball, prolonging and intensifying my pleasure until finally she released it and let her head fall back onto the couch.
Not surprisingly when I slid my overworked cock from Blanca her mistress grabbed it and brought it to her own mouth. It proved too much for me to take when she sucked on the sensitive head and I was forced to pull it from her mouth before my brain exploded from the sensation. It was while I did this that my eye happened to notice the time on my watch and I realized I had stayed well beyond my lunch hour.
“Fuck!” I grunted as I scrambled off the couch.
“Something the matter?” Diana asked looking my way though I noticed her fingers continued to fill Blanca’s well used pussy as she spoke.
“Only that my lunch hour has become my lunch ninety minutes,” I replied as I hurried to get dressed.
“Sorry about that Don,” she answered after which she pulled her fingers from Blanca and rolled the maid off her toward the back section of the couch before she sat up.
On somewhat unsteady legs Diana then stood and reached into her toy box and emerged with a pair of nail cutting scissors.
“Come here Don and let me remove those from you,” she told me as she brandished the scissors in her gloved hand.
“You’re going to be careful with those, aren’t you? Very delicate equipment we’re talking about.”
“No I’m going to cut off your cock with them,” she replied sarcastically before continuing. “What do you think Don, that I’d do anything to hurt that beautiful cock of yours? Really! Besides they’re not big enough to do much damage so come here and stop being such a baby.”
Luckily after my last orgasm I had shrunk a little which allowed her to slip a blade under the plastic tie and snip it fairly easily. She did the same with the tie that circled both my cock and balls freeing me.
“See, no problem,” she said as she shook her head at me as if to say you were worrying for nothing.
“Yeah thanks,” I told her as I pulled my pants up.
While I continued to dress Diana sat back next to Blanca and pulled her close. When she did the maid leaned in and whispered into her mistress’ ear. As she did I noticed they were both staring at me intently and when Diana said something back to Blanca the servant’s face turned bright red but she nodded.
“Don, before you leave I have something to say that you might find of interest. Dear Blanca just reminded me that this weekend I’m going to stay with my daughter in Westchester to visit her and my grandson. Now while that doesn’t concern you, there is the problem of what to do with little Blanca. As you may have noticed she is quite submissive and that extends beyond sexually but carries over to all aspects. She is much happier when she is being told what to do but since I won’t be here she will have no direction. If I was only going to be gone for a night I’d simply have her polish my shoes or some such mundane task. However with me leaving Friday and not returning until Sunday night I think something more is necessary. Interested?”
All of a sudden I found I wasn’t quite so concerned about being late as I turned their way.
“So you’re looking for lack of a better term a Blanca-sitter for the weekend?”
“Precisely. So what do you say? I assure you that Blanca will be glad to do whatever you like for the duration, won’t you chica?”
She nodded as her big brown eyes looked at me with a pleading expression.
“Sure, why not? I’m always happy to help out a lady or ladies as the case may be.”
The look on Blanca’s pretty face was almost all the thanks I needed but we all knew I’d think of many other ways for her to express her gratitude before the weekend was over.
THE END
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