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A night in Japan i will always remember.

Junglehippy on Ethnic Stories

A Night In Japan I Will Always Remember...

I have just recently returned from Japan and I would like to share with you an event that ha

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ppened while I was there. You see in Japan community bathing is not all that uncommon, so needless to say I was in baths many times with the opposite sex. Which for me was not a problem. I do admire the female body and I love the Asian look especially an Asian female. I don’t know why but I love the dark eyes and dark hair against the creamy smooth skin. For the most part I witnessed in Japan 95% of the females are very small which makes things easier in the act of sex. Which brings me to my point.

Like I mentioned Japan is popular for natural hot springs. Most of the time there is a hot spring inside and occasionally they are outside. In this particular case it was outside underneath the stars. I remember looking up and seeing the beautiful night skies through the steam rising off our bodies and the hot natural waters form deep within the earth. This particular night was going to be one I will remember for the rest of my life. I arrived to the springs in the evening just before it got dark. I took my time in the locker room taking off my clothes not having any idea what is in store for me. The locker rooms were not coed but this hot spring was which I did not mind at all, I was looking forward to being able to gaze upon many nude Asian women all at one time and was getting kind of excited know that I will probably be the only American boy in the water so will be getting plenty looks as well, for not many Asian girls have seen a nude American boy. I noticed that the locker rooms were not crowded at all. However, I did hear an older gentleman speaking to another that the girls were great tonight that is why he brought them to the springs, they were speaking Japanese so I only understood a little bit. As they walked off to the massage rooms I gathered that there was about 6 young teenage Japanese girls from a tournament volleyball team out in the hot water relaxing.

Now hearing this bit of wonderful information I hurried  getting ready so I was not to miss any beautiful Asian nakedness in the hot steamy outdoors. as I walked through the doors I was excepting to hear girlish giggles but to my surprise I heard very orgasmic moans coming from many of the girls. I stopped right before I got around the corner. I peaked around the corner and could not believe my eyes. There were 6 nude beautiful Asian teenage girls in the hot spring licking and sucking each other to orgasm after orgasm. I thought about leaving for a minute but then my curiosity got the best of me and decided to sneak in and quietly slide into the water. I was uneducated, as they were so much involved in each other to notice me, but if they did I don’t think they would care.

My penis was hard long ago but I decided to stroke myself now. I began to rub up and down on my erect penis and closed my eyes imagining that I was in the middle of the pile of sexy Asian flesh not but 15 feet in front off me. I opened my eyes not wanting to take my eyes off these beautiful women when I noticed one of the girls had leaned back against the rocks exhausted from all the orgasmic bliss she had participated in. We made I contact and at first she seems a little be surprised and scarred but that expression was quickly replaced by an expression of curiosity and she stealthy swam over to me and asked my name and I told her it was Michael, she told me her name was Mai and that it meant Dance in Japanese also that she liked my name. Mai was extremely beautiful she had a body I would love to lick all over. I noticed that her pussy was shaved almost bare. She left just a little dark line of hair trimmed nicely so it would lie down against her satin skin. Her breasts were small as most Asians are, But that is fine with me for I do not like big breasts. Mais’ body was what I would call a perfect body the right curves in the right places and her nipples were just a bit darker than her skin and by now they were hard like my penis. Her eyes were beautiful as she looked at me with a very mischievous look, that look turned me on even more. I asked her how old she was and she told me she was 19 also she said that she had never seen an American boys penis before but that she liked it a lot. She asked me if she could touch it. I thought about it and thought why not. I told her sure, if I can touch you as well, and she quickly agreed and grabbed my penis with her hand and began to slid her hand up and down my hard shaft. I was surprised with her eagerness of wanting to touch me and I reached down under the water and slid my hand between her legs and found her swollen clit which I rub in a small circle and felt her hips start to move towards me. I had no clue where this evening would end up but I thought that I would just enjoy it.

She seemed to enjoy my hand between her legs and wanted more I could see that in her eyes. I slowly pushed apart her tight pussy lips and slid in two of my fingers which was a tight fit and I thought she would scream but she contained herself I think because if she had it would have ruined her sole pleasure with me. I closed my eyes for just a moment and was shocked when I felt Mais’ lips on the head of my penis then taking the my penis in her mouth submerging her head under the water. I made it easier for her by sliding up onto the rock exposing my hips to the cool night breeze I leaned my head back and just enjoyed the Asian girls mouth sucking on my hard penis. I could no longer reach her wanting pussy so I was only able to enjoy this blow job from Mai. I thought to myself that I was in heaven I was receiving a blow job from the most beautiful Japanese girl I have seen, while watching 5 other sexy Asian babes get each other off, what more could I ask for. Well I was about to find out. Mai was very good at giving head. She knew how to tighten her mouth up at the right point to make the sensation perfect and knew exactly when to slow down to not put me over the edge to soon, she would speed up almost to the point of no return the back off a bit. I knew that she knew what she was doing. She got on her knees in form of me and began rubbing her pussy on my leg. She slid one of her hands down between her legs and her finger disappeared in that beautiful little hole. I felt myself getting real close and did not know if she wanted me to cum in her mouth so I stared to pull away, she made a disapproving groan and reached around with her other hand and pulled my hips towards her not wanting me to remove my dick from her mouth. I was not going to argue, so I let her continue she grab my balls and gently squeezed them to halt the orgasm I was about ready to have. I put my hands on her head and guided her to my orgasm. The last final sucks made me crazy and I was unable to hold back any longer she sensed this and let go of my balls and I exploded into her mouth. I could not help myself but when I came I made a pretty loud moan. I did not know if she would swallow or would it be in the water but I never saw any of my semen anywhere. When I moaned I gave up our secret and all 5 of the girls looked over at us and seemed to be extremely jealous at Mai having not invited the visitor but only decided to keep me for herself. Mai having just sat back enjoying the satisfaction of getting me off.

The other 5 beautiful girls began to swim over to us and my penis got hard as a rock again, now I was being surrounded by 6 naked Japanese girls. They all asked me where I was from and what my name was I told them it was Michael, they also introduced themselves. I don’t remember all of their names, I think it was because none of them had as much of an impact on me that night like Mai did. However I did enjoy all of them equally. But, even if I did remember their names I don’t think I could pronounce them anyway. They surrounded me in the water and I felt the aura of sexual energy from them and knew what they wanted. So once again I let it happen and really enjoyed every moment of it. I felt one of the girls hands on my thigh and slide up toward my penis she wrapped her hand around it and began to stroke it, finding my hand she made me put three of my fingers in her horny pussy. Then another beauty leaned up and kissed me on my lips I kissed her back and we started to taste each other tongues her lips were so soft and tongue was so small but I loved the taste of her young Asian mouth. Another stared rubbing my chest. I knew there were 6 of them but only 3 were touching me and Mai was still relaxing next to me with her head on my shoulder. I looked to my right and there they were in a wonderful 69 position pleasuring each other orally. They were close enough that I reached out and rubbed the sweet asshole of the one top and I think it was a bit to much for her because she started bucking and came all over the other ones face which she immediately licked up.

I felt left out I wanted to taste one of these sweet Asian pussies so I repositioned myself so I could get on my knees and reached down and help mai slide up on the rock where I was just sitting. I told her just to enjoy it but she did not listen she immediately grabbed her closet friend and began to eat her pussy like and expert. I was excited that I was about to taste my first Asian pussy. So I was lightly flicking my tongue over her little pink clit and licked her wet pussy, also I rubbed two fingers over her sweet slit and then slid them into her wanting hole as I licked her to yet another orgasm. While I was orally satisfying Mai to both hers and my delight I was again being given and expert blow job by one of Mais’ sexy teammates. She was in return being eaten out by another of her friends. Mai liked to be eaten out and when she came on my face she pushed my head in to her hole and she rubbed her juices all over my face then she wanted me to lick her clean which I did with no problem. Almost without any break to breath another sweet babe grabbed my head and licked Mais’ juices off my face and kissed me hungrily and I matched her pace and we made out for a short bit but it was interrupted by me exploding again into one of the girls mouths. She was not as good at swallowing all of it but most of it went down except for a little bit that came out the sides of her mouth which disappeared when she kissed Mai on her small delicious  breasts. I felt some tension mounting so I wondered what was about to happen but I didn’t worry to much. As I tried to turn around to find another pussy to eat I was grabbed by the arms and was asked by Mai and two of the girls to come with them to the sauna and I did not object. the four of us got up and walked to the sauna. I looked back and saw that the other three were in involved in a intense threesome eating each other out with pleasure, I thought about telling them but realized that I had three women with me and that would probably be enough. so we disappeared into the sauna.

When we got in there Mai grabbed me and playfully threw me down on the cedar bench and again wrapped her lips around my penis, but did not intend to get me of but only to get my hard again which took a bit longer this time having cum twice already but without fail I was up and ready. She stop sucking and mounted my face  and made me lick her just long enough to make her juices start to coat he lips and then she slid down my body so by penis was next to her tight vagina. She rose up a little bit so she could guide my dick into her pussy. I was excited that her pussy sucked my penis in and it was  pleasantly tight. I went  to rub her breasts but was stopped when one of the other girls noticed from the other bench, where she was in a blissful 69, that we were now having sex, she came over and began to kiss me and I liked kissing her so we kissed for some time as I was meeting Mais’ thrusts and I heard the sound of our sweaty skin slap together as we both came closer towards orgasm. Mais’ other friend was not far behind she came over from the other bench and stood above us and shoved her pussy into Mais’ face and made my sex partner eat her. By this time I am ready to blow my load into Mais’ sexy hole. But I wanted to do it while I was eating someone. So I asked the girl I was kissing to straddle my face, she did so with out a second thought. She found that she was close enough to lean forward and lick  the tight ass of the woman Mai was eating. It was only about 1 or 2 minutes in this position that any of us could take before we would have our final and best orgasms. But, because all of our mouths were full there was no moans of pleasure. Almost in succession we came. I came deep inside Mai for the third time this night, then Mai matched me and came again all over my penis. After her mouth was filled with sweet Asian cum from the girl she was eating and at the moment I was gifted with a mouthful of sweet Asian cream as well. We stayed in this position for about 30 seconds then collapsed to the bench in complete ecstasy. About five minutes later I wondered what time it was and what ever became of the other three girls that I had eaten and kissed earlier. Almost by reading my mind Mai said we that they should probably get washed up and ready to find their friends so they could go home. I said that I should probably go. Before I could say anything else she kissed me again this time for a long time, so long that when we parted the other two girls were gone and I have never heard from them again. However, I have had many random phone calls from Mai and she hopes to come to America to see me but I do not know if she ever will. But if she does I will be happy to spread her legs to taste the sweet Asian pussy I ate so many times that night and take her to an American hot spring.

By: Junglehippy

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Lyn's Bad day

Relativity on Forced Stories

 This is a true story about the events last week.

Being that I live in a condo complex you get to know everyone and there schedules pretty well. One neighbor in particular though I got to know even better. Her name was lyn . Lyn was an all around nice person 3 kids 1 dog and a single mother. She would get up in the morning and get her kids off to school then she'd leave for works 2 hour later. She had off every Tuesday when her kids went to their fathers house. Let me describe lyn for you. She's in her mid 40 's and is about 5' 6" . Her breasts are a c cup and she has a little meet on her. Just enough to hide her ribs though. She also had dirty blond hair with a nice tan to match. After seeing her you might be able to justify what I did. And here the story begins..... It was a Tuesday

Hypnotised at a Party, Makes Him My ex.

Sultrybuxombbw on Mind Control Stories

My husband, the one I had before Steve and I got together, and I were at a party, just casual wear and a little flirting. Well, he knew I was always horney but never did not just how until tonight. THere was a clinical hypnotist there and he was doing the usual party things, making people act like dogs and stuff. Well, Diane, my soon to be lover, was friends with, Gene, I think was his name. She brought me over and said, "Gene, do Teresa, make her my slave." Everyone laughed and I did too. I had known that she liked me but we had never done anything. Gene said he could try but I amy not be the right person. If I did not want to then he may not be able to do it. We had all had a few drinks and I had a nice buzz going so I laughed and said, "Oh hell, go ahead

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." I sat in front of him and he began speaking to me, softer and softer till I drifted off. Suddenly I was there again and I said, "Well go ahead, do me." Everyone laughed and said that he had me under for 10 min. I found later that he had made Diane my master and all she had to do was say the trigger phrase and I would do anything she said.

I sat down next to my husband and talked a while. Diane came over and put out her hand and said, "Come dance wih me Teresa." I took her hand and went with her to the center of the living room floor. She put her arms around me and her body against mine and her face on my neck and we began dancing slow. I felt warmth spread over my body. "Do you know what Gene commanded you to do?" she said. "What" I asked her. "He said you will do absolute,y everything I tell you too and you will remember all of it and you will not stop till I say so." "Yeh right." I said laughing not knowing everyone was watching and that the first command had already happened. "Okay, I will show you" she said, "Take of your clothes and keep dancing with me and then undress me and we will make love her in the middle of the floor." I saw myself step back and drop my dress and bra and thong to the floor and then move to her and undress her. We began kissing passionately there and soon were in the middle of the floor eating, sucking and licking each other all over. I saw everyone watching and some undressing and knew I was doing it but did not care.

Diane and I laid there after a  few orgasms and I began to suck her tits again and she stopped me, "Now dear, everyone in the room that wants you to give them oral pleasure, male of female, you will do. You will swallow every man's cum and eat every woman's orgasm that wants you to do them. Do it now." She kissed me and I got up and went to the first man I saw, "Can I suck you off?" I said and dropped to my knees in front of him and pulled his cock out not waiting for an answer. I became frantic, sucking him fast and soon he filled my throat. I got up and moved to the next guy, he was already waiting with his cock out. On my knees again I sucked him off and kept going around the room. 5 men and 3 women later my husband came over and took my arm, "Let's go slut." he said. "No, I can't, I have too many left to take care of." "Great, see my laywer when your finish." he said and left. I did not even care but kept on doing the men and women near me. I sucked so many that my jaws were getting sore but I had to keep going. Diane came o me and said, "Okay Teresa, that will be enough." and suddenly I stopped. I stood there waiting to be told what to do next and Diane said to the room, "Any ideas? What does Teresa do now." A girl whispered to Diane and she laughed.

"Okay Teresa, you are going on a scavenger hunt. You will go with some of us and we will find as many different people from different ethnic groups as we can. You will have sex with as many as we can find until we reach, 15 different ones. All out sex, understood?" "Yes" I said and started for the door. "Who is going with me?" I said. Diane and 4 more got in a van and I was totally naked and we drove to the store. There was a Pakastanie inside and I got out and went in and went behind the counter and unzipped his pants and sucked him as if we were in private. He filled my throat and I said thanks and went to the van. Two black guys drove up and I went to them and got in the back seat and they fucked the hell out of me and I sucked them off. We moved to the edge of the lot and I was waiting and soon a girl from Mexico came up in her car alone. I got out, still naked and went to her. "Can I eat your pussy?" I said and she just looked at me. I was on my knees and moved her against the car and lifted her skirt and pulled her panties aside and began eating her. She moaned and soon I had eaten her orgasm. I stood and walked to the van. I was out all night with the friends and Diane kept count. Number 15 was the most difficult but about sunrise I found a girl that was Chinese and she pulled me into her car and attacked me as much as I did her. When I finished they took me home and I walked in naked. Diane told me that the command was finished until she asked me to dance again. My husband had my bags packed and he threw me the keys to my car. "Get the fuck out" he told me and I took them, still naked and left and drove to Steve's house.  That was the best night that I had.

Trained, Restrained, and Empty-Brained

jessicablank on Mind Control Stories

Trained, Restrained, and Empty-Brained
-- by jessicablank
 
Glenn got home from work, and found the package on the front porch.  Not something he'd ordered -- but the name of the company seemed familiar, somehow.  He brought it in, with the rest of the mail, sorted through the bills, set the magazine aside.  Then he opened the package.  Two metallic dildos, a couple of little clamps, and a little box of electronics, with USB cables leading out of it.  He looked at the paperwork that came in the box.  He didn't remember ordering any of this!
 
Then he saw the gift message.  "Cyber pussy must obey -- MzDominica."
 
Glenn felt very dizzy.  He pulled a chair out from the dining room table and sat down.  Re-read

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the note.  "Cyber pussy must obey."  He looked at the signature, trying to keep his eyes open.  "MzDominica."  He thought about Her spinning, green eyes.  Falling into Her spinning, spiraling green eyes.  Feeling so small, so tiny...  Breasts so large, and clit so hard.  "Cyber pussy must obey."
 
"i must obey Dominica," he replied.  Speaking to the room.  Speaking to nothing.  Speaking to Mistress, so far away.  "Cyber pussy..."  His name was...  "Cyber pussy..."  Nipples felt so hard.  "Cyber pussy..."  Green eyes pulled him down, making him so sleepy.  Slave tried to remember his name.  "Cyber pussy..."  Slave tried to remember...  "Cyber pussy..."  Slave tried to remember... the ballet... dancing and spinning... aching for Mistress... the ballet... the spinning and dancing...  Giselle...  Dancing... Spinning... "Cyber pussy..."  Spinning... Giselle...  Deeper and deeper...  Pretty and fragile and aching, always aching, needing, wanting...  Giselle...  "Cyber pussy..."  Giselle...
 
Feeling so sleepy, so hard to open her eyes, giselle booted up her computer.  It was hard to log in -- she kept typing "giselle" instead of "Glen" -- but eventually, she got it.  A little more effort, trying to sign in to her instant messenger.  And giselle was finally online, trying to remember why she was here.  She gazed around the room... at her computer... down at her hands... trying to remember what she was supposed to do...
 
Suddenly, a message appeared on her instant messenger.
 
"How have you served Dominica today?"
 
"Good evening, Mistress," giselle typed.
 
"Hello, My pretty slut," MzDominica replied. "What are you doing tonight?"
 
giselle had to think a moment.  Thinking was hard.  What WAS it she was doing, before she logged in?  Oh, yes!  The package.
 
"i got the equipment You had me buy, Mistress," the slave replied.
 
"you got the  plug-ins and everything?"
 
"Yes, Mistress.  It all arrived today."  giselle looked at the contents of the box.  Something told her what she needed to do.  "i just need to attach the two USB cables and the additional power supply, and it's all ready," she responded.
 
"Good girl, giselle," MzDominica wrote.  "I'm going to bring up the program at My end.  And tell My household slave to bring me a nice, big cup of hot chocolate.  I'm going to do something...  you tell Me when you're ready."
 
"Yes, Mistress," giselle replied.
 
The slave inserted the two USB plugs, and the external power box.  And then she suddenly remembered she needed to get the big tube of lubricating jelly out of the bedroom.  she trotted down the hallway, on her tiptoes -- still conditioned from her last session with Mistress to believe she was wearing ballet boots.  Step, step, step -- so quickly and quietly moving through the house on tiptoe.  She picked up a few other things -- a glass of water, a towel, a big plastic bag.  Back to the computer, back to the chair.  The comfortable office chair with the swivel seat.  giselle covered the seat with the plastic bag to protect it, then draped the towel over it.  she knew she was going to get VERY wet tonight.
 
giselle sat down in front of her computer and opened the tube of medical jelly.  A mental check:  interfaces plugged in, power supply plugged in, dildos ready, clamps ready, jelly ready...  she reached over to the big glass of water on her computer desk, lifted it to her lips, and downed the contents -- so smoothly, so quickly.  Twelve ounces, gone in as many seconds.  No hiccups, no burps, no gagging.  Just pure swallowing and hydration.  Getting ready.  she was going to be here a while.
 
"i am ready, Mistress," giselle typed.
 
"Good girl," Mistress replied.  "Feel those words make your nipples catch fire, make your hips wiggle.  you feel it, don't you?"
 
Gasping for air, giselle typed, "Yes, Mistress.  i must obey Dominica."
 
"That's right.  you MUST obey," Mistress replied.
 
"i must obey Dominica," came giselle's reply.  Automatic, without thought.
 
"Now, giselle, pick up the dildo marked number one.  you DO know what a 1 looks like, don't you?"
 
giselle:  (Giggle)  Yes, Mistress.  It's long and thin... like a dildo!
 
MzDominica:  That's right, pretty girl.  Feel yourself dropping into a giggly, bimbo trance.  you like long, thin dildos, don't you, pretty girl?
 
giselle:  Yes, Mistress.  They look so yummy.  They make me need to be fucked.
 
MzDominica:  Need to be fucked, and need to suck.  Filling ALL your holes.  Isn't that right?  Drop deeper, and notice how empty your pussy feels.  Can you tell Me how empty your dripping little cunt feels?
 
giselle:  Soooooo wet and slick, Mistress.  Those long metal dildos look soooooo good!  Please, Mistress, i beg you to let me slide one inside me!
 
MzDominica:  Soon, baby... very soon.  First, I want you to take dildo number 1...  the silver-colored one... and cover it all over with the jelly.  Get it all nice and wet and slippery.
 
giselle:  Yes, Mistress.  i have a handful of jelly now, all slippery and gooey.
 
MzDominica:  Cover the dildo, honey.  Get it nice and wet.
 
giselle:  Yes mistrs.my hnd is all goey typeng with 1 fngeer
 
MzDominica:  Wipe your hand on the towel, honey.  I want both your hands free to type.  Are your ready?
 
giselle:  Yes, Mistress.
 
MzDominica:  Then pull the band of your panties to one side, girl, and slide the dildo up inside your ass.  DO IT NOW, SLUT!
 
giselle:  Ooooooooooh, so cold!  Feels so good inside me.
 
MzDominica:  It's in?  It's ready?
 
giselle:  Yes, Mistress.  Feels sooooo good!
 
MzDominica:  I'm starting My program, turning on the power to dildo number 1.  Can you feel it?  Feel it throbbing and vibrating?  The waves of electricity thrumming inside your ass?
 
giselle:  mffnnng.  Ys, mstrsss.  i.  Oh, Goddess!  Oh, it feels so good!
 
MzDominica:  Hold your ass STILL, slut!  Do NOT move.  I'm upping the power.
 
giselle:  Oh, Daddy!  Mistress!  i need to move, i need to wiggle.  Please, Mistress.
 
MzDominica:  No.  you will hold your ass still.  Do you understand, slut?
 
giselle:  Yes, Mistress.  giselle obeys.
 
MzDominica:  Now, pick up dildo number 2.
 
giselle:  2...  The...  ohhhhhhhhh!  The too...  it looks...  please, Mistress!
 
MzDominica:  It should be the gold colored one.  Do you see it?
 
giselle:  Yes, Mistress.
 
MzDominica:  Pick it up, little cunny girl.  Pick it up, and coat it all over with jelly.  I want it to glisten.  you must obey!
 
giselle:  i must obey Dominica.
 
MzDominica:  Are you ready?
 
...
 
MzDominica:  Slut!  Are you ready?
 
giselle:  Yes, Mistress!
 
MzDominica:  Your pussy feels so empty, doesn't it?
 
giselle:  Yes, Mistress.  my ass feels soooooo good!  But i neeeeed to be fucked!
 
MzDominica:  Yes, you DO need to be fucked.  Deep and hard.  Your pussy craves to be fucked, doesn't it?
 
giselle:  Yes, Daddy.  Please...  Please let me use the...  oooooooohhhhhhhh!
 
MzDominica:  you like that, don't you?  I changed the rhythm on dildo number 1 again.  Doesn't it feel good?
 
giselle:  Oh, please, Mistress, i beg You to let me move!  Please let me hump my ass down on Your big cock!
 
MzDominica:  FREEZE, giselle.  FREEZE.  you cannot move -- except when I tell you to move.  Your hand is holding dildo number 2, the gold one?
 
giselle:  Yes, Mistress.
 
MzDominica:  Good.  Now, I want you to slide it into your pussy.  SLOWLY, girl.  Slowly.  Make it last.  Not all the way in, yet.  Just the tip.
 
giselle:  Mistress?  i'm so confused.
 
MzDominica:  Why are you confused, pretty girl?  Confess!
 
giselle:  i... i don't have a real pussy...
 
MzDominica:  What do you mean, giselle.  Jesssssiiiicaaaaaa!  You must obey.  Tell Mistress what you mean.
 
giselle:  i... It's a cock, Mistress.  i'm so sorry.  It's a big, hard, stupid cock, and i can't push Your pretty yummy dildo in my cunt because it...
 
MzDominica:  Shhhhhhhhh, girl!  Stop now.
 
giselle:  Yes, Mistress.  i apologize Mistress.  i am sooooo sorry!
 
MzDominica:  That's okay.  you KNOW you are My pretty girl, don't you giselle?
 
giselle:  Yes, Mistress.
 
MzDominica:  And that cock you think you see... that's just an illusion... Isn't it?
 
giselle:  Illusion?
 
MzDominica:  That's right.  It's not the real you.  Just an illusion, of your life as a boy.  I want you to pretend with Me for a minute.  Can you do that?
 
giselle:  Yes, Mistress.
 
MzDominica:  Pretend for a moment that the cock is really there.  It's okay.  It's just pretend.  You can do that, can't you?  You know you're My girl.
 
giselle:  Yes...  Your girl, Mistress.
 
MzDominica:  That's right.  You're all Mind.  Now, I want you to slip that dildo UNDER the tip of that cock.  Just underneath.  Inside your panties, and under that cock.  Do you understand?
 
giselle:  Under...  yes, Mistress.
 
MzDominica:  you must obey.
 
giselle:  i must obey Dominica.
 
MzDominica:  That's right.  Just slip it under the cock that you see.  And feel the dildo sliding inside your pussy.  Just inside you.
 
giselle:  Yes, Mistress.
 
MzDominica:  SLOWLY, little slut!  Not the whole thing yet.  Just the tip.  Can your feel it?
 
giselle:  The tip -- oooooooooh!
 
MzDominica:  I've changed the signal in your ass again, slutty girl.  DO... NOT... MOVE!
 
giselle:  crying Daddy, neeeed to move pleeeease let me move
 
MzDominica:  NO!  Now, slide the gold dildo in your cunt.  Under that pretend cock.  Another inch.  Just ONE more inch.  And hold it there.
 
giselle:  i must obey Dominica.  Oh, i need to rub my clitty.  Please, Mistress, let me rub my clitty.
 
MzDominica:  NO, slut.  Your clit is MINE.  Do you understand?  you will rub it ONLY when I give you permission.  And you do NOT have permission yet.  Slide the dildo in another inch.  Deeper into your panties.  DO IT NOW, BITCH!
 
giselle:  Yes, Mistress.   Mmmmmmmm.  Oh, so good!
 
MzDominica:  Now shove it in all the way, slut.  DEEP!  DEEP into your cunt.  NOW!
 
giselle:  Yes, Mistress.  Deep inside me.
 
MzDominica:  Good.  Do you feel THIS?
 
giselle:  Oooooohhhhh, Daddy, what is what is that what is what
 
MzDominica:  Both dildos turned on now.  Thrumming and thrumming and thrumming.  Vibrating and shooting gliding electrical signals all up and down inside your ass.  All up and down inside your pussy.  Throbbing and humming against your clit.
 
giselle:  Please let me move, Mistress.
 
MzDominica:  NO!  FREEZE.  Hold still.  Hold still, slut.  Hold completely still.  Feel the thrumming and pulsing of My dildos, deep inside you.  They feel so good.  They DO feel good, don't they, bitch?
 
giselle:  Sooooo good.  Ohhhhh, so yummy!
 
MzDominica:  Pick up the nipple clamps now, giselle.  Pick them up.  And clip them onto your nipples.  Both nipples.  Not roughly -- just let the clamps ease gently down around your nipples.  Squeezing them so tight.  Digging into your skin.  Throb, throb, throb.  Can you feel the dildos?  The signals are different, the one in your ass so deep and slow.  The one in your pussy getting faster... and faster... humming and vibrating and stinging your pussy.  It almost hurts.  It almost hurts.  Rubbing and humming and stinging your clit.
 
giselle:  Please, Master, let me move.
 
MzDominica:  NO!  FREEZE!  you cannot move.  Feel the clamps.  Are they nice and hard?
 
giselle:  Yes, Mistress.
 
MzDominica:  Do they hurt, bitch?
 
giselle:  A little, Mistress.  They're so tight.  Oooooohhhh!
 
MzDominica:  you feel the clamps coming to life, don't you giselle?
 
giselle:  Yes, Mistress.
 
MzDominica:  Throbbing and stinging, caressing your nipples, biting them, pinching your nipples.  All through My computer interface.  So good.  you are helpless, giselle.  Unable to stop Me.  Do you want Me to stop?
 
giselle:  No, Mistress!
 
MzDominica:  WHAT DID YOU SAY?
 
giselle:  Um, i meant, i do not want You to stop, Mistress.
 
MzDominica: I repeat, slut.  WHAT did you say?  Confess.  Say it again.
 
giselle:  Oh, Mistress, please...
 
MzDominica:  SAY IT!
 
giselle:  No, Mistress --- AAAAAAAAAAAGGGGHHHHH!
 
MzDominica:  Pain in your nipples, pain in your pussy, pain in your ass.  I have changed ALL the signals -- for your dildos, for your nipple clamps.  Pain... pain... PAIN!  Your ass is on fire, your pussy is on fire, your nipples are in flame.  What did you say?  Say it again.  SAY IT!
 
giselle:  Nnnnn... NO... aaaaaaaaaagggghhh!   Please, Mistress!
 
MzDominica:  Again!
 
Jesssica:  Nnnoooo!  Oh, please Mistress, please forgive me!
 
MzDominica:  Again!
 
giselle:  Nooo!  Oh, please, Daddy, please, stop, i beg You to stop, please, i must obey Dominica.
 
MzDominica:  Signals all changed now.  Pure pleasure.  Throbbing and pulsing and fucking into your holes.  Feels good, doesn't it, slut?
 
giselle:  Yes, Mistress.  Oooooohhhh!
 
MzDominica:  Stronger and stronger.  You want to say "yes" to Me.  You NEVER want to say "no" to Me.  "No" hurts, doesn't it giselle?  "No" hurts, doesn't it, giselle?  Say "No."
 
giselle:  Oh, please, Daddy!
 
MzDominica:  you MUST obey!
 
giselle:  i must obey Dominica.
 
MzDominica:  Say "No", giselle!
 
giselle:  Nnoooo --- aaaaaaaggghhhhh!
 
MzDominica:  Saying "no" brings you pain.  Saying "no" brings you intense, agonizing pain.  Say "no", giselle.
 
giselle:  Nooooooo -- aaaaggghhhh!
 
MzDominica:  That's right -- even when it hurts, you cannot disobey.  you cannot disobey.  Even when I command you to resist, you must obey.
 
giselle:  i must obey Dominica.
 
MzDominica:  That's right, you must obey.
 
giselle:  i must obey Dominica.
 
MzDominica:  Say "yes", giselle.  Say "yes."
 
giselle:  Yes -- oooooooohhhhh!
 
MzDominica:  Saying "yes" feels good, doesn't it, giselle?
 
giselle:  Yes, Mistress.  Mmmmmmmm!  Ohhhh, sooooo nice!
 
MzDominica:  That's right.  Feel those dildos thrumming and humming inside your ass, inside your pussy, under that silly pretend cock.  Thrumming and buzzing in your nipples.  Say "yes."
 
giselle:  Yes.
 
MzDominica:  Say "yes."
 
giselle:  Yes!  Ooooooooh!
 
MzDominica:  Now, pick up dildo number 3.  Can you see number 3, the rubber dildo?
 
giselle:  Rubber... dildo...
 
MzDominica:  That's right.  The big, black rubber dildo.  With the big number three on the tip.  Can your see it.
 
giselle:  ...ber.. dildo.. mmm... yes, mstrs yumm
 
MzDominica:  No jelly this time, slut.  I want you to open your mouth, and push the big, soft, black tip with the number 3 into your mouth.  Deeper... deeper...  Deep into your mouth, where you begin to dream.  Feel the signal...
 
giselle:  Oooohhhh, cherries.... And chocolate... and...
 
MzDominica:  Deeper and deeper, giselle.  Feel the thrumming begin inside your mouth.  The buzzing.  The tingling sensation in your tongue.  you can taste it, now, can't you?
 
giselle:  Taste, Mistress...
 
MzDominica:  you can taste My pussy, can't you, giselle?
 
giselle:  Yummm!  Please, may i lick You, Mistress?
 
MzDominica:  NO!  FREEZE!  you cannot lick Me yet, giselle.  you must remain frozen.  Controlled.  Unable to move.  Taste My pussy, giselle.
 
giselle:  Ohhhhh...
 
MzDominica:  you can feel your breasts getting larger.  The clamps are sending signals, making your breasts grow larger.  Can you feel it?
 
giselle:  Yes, Mistress.
 
MzDominica:  you need to suck, giselle.  you need to suck the dildo.  you need to suck My pussy.  you need to fuck back on the dildos in your pussy and your ass.  you are FROZEN!!!!!  But you NEED to do all these things.  you CANNOT do them.  you can only remain still.  Passive.  Frozen.  Do you understand?
 
giselle:  Yes, Mistress.
 
MzDominica:  Mouth filled with My dildo, aching to suck.  Mouth filled with the taste of My pussy, aching to lick.  Ass filled, pussy filled.  Humming, throbbing.  Electric signals throbbing into you, fucking you, fucking you.  you cannot move.  Can you hear Me, giselle?
 
giselle:  Yes, Mistress.
 
MzDominica:  Now we can begin your deep training.  See the file I am downloading to you?
 
giselle:  Yes, Mistress.
 
MzDominica:  Feel the humming, the buzzing in your mouth, your ass, your cunt, grow weaker.
 
giselle:  Please, Mistress.  Please, i beg You not to stop!
 
MzDominica:  If you want Me to make the signal stronger, you must download the file and start it running.  Will you do that, giselle?
 
giselle:  Yes, Mistress!
 
MzDominica:  Good girl.  Download it now, then double-click on the file.
 
...
 
MzDominica:  SLUT!  Are you there?
 
giselle:  Yes, Mistress!
 
MzDominica:   Are you running the file?
 
giselle:  Yes, Mistress!  Ohhhhhh, that feels sooo good!
 
MzDominica:  you LIKE saying "yes" to Me, don't you slut?
 
giselle:  Yes, Mistress!  Ooooooh!
 
MzDominica:  Yes, another thrummmmmm in your ass, your pussy, your drooling mouth.  Now, what do you see, giselle?
 
giselle:  A spiral, Mistress.
 
MzDominica:  And do you see anything else, slut?
 
giselle:  Words, Mistress.  Flashing.  Ohhhhh!  Please Mistress, don't stop.  i mean, i beg You not stop, oh please don't stop!
 
MzDominica:  What do the words say, giselle?  Confess!  Feel the pain again, until you confess.  Confess!  So confused, feeling the pain.  you cannot think, you can only react.  you can only obey.  you must obey!
 
giselle:  i must obey Dominica.
 
MzDominica:  CONFESS!
 
giselle:  giselle is a whore.
 
MzDominica:  That's right.  Feels good now, doesn't it?  I have changed the signal again.
 
giselle:  Yes, Mistress.  Ooooooohhhh!
 
MzDominica:  you love to say "yes" to Me.  Now, what else are the words doing?
 
giselle:  Flashing, Mistress.
 
MzDominica:  and what else do they say?
 
giselle:  giselle is Dominica's whore.
 
MzDominica:  That's right.  Feel Me change the signal again, up almost to maximum, now.  What do the words say, slut?
 
giselle:  They are changing, Mistress.  Flashing.  "giselle is a whore... giselle is Dominica's whore... giselle is a whore... giselle is Dominica's whore..."
 
MzDominica:  That's right, giselle.  Spiral spinning and spinning, flashing those words into your eyes.  Into your mind.  Feel the thrumming, the thrumming and buzzing in your pussy, your ass, your mouth.  Feel your nipples throbbing, growing, your breasts growing, getting so big and full.  Feels so good, doesn't it, giselle?
 
giselle:  Yes, Mistress.  Oooohhhh!
 
MzDominica:  That's right.  "Yes, Mistress."  It feels so good to say "Yes, Mistress."  Feels so good to read "giselle is a whore... giselle is Dominica's whore..."
 
giselle:  Yes, Mistress.  Ohhhhhh... i am a whore...  Mmmmmm!  i am...  Dominica's whore... ooooooohhhh!
 
MzDominica:  Good girl, giselle.  Deeper and deeper.  Time to start your DEEP training, now.  Watch the screen, and feel the thrumming and buzzing increase.  So good, in your ass.  So good, in your cunt.  So good, in your nipples.
 
giselle:  Yes, Mistress.  Ooooohhhh!
 
MzDominica:  So good, to say "Yes, Mistress."  Just sit there, giselle.  Sit there, and let My dildos do all the conditioning.  My clamps do all the conditioning.  Watch the screen -- watch the pretty, spinning spiral.  I have MANY such spirals to show you.  MANY things I want to train into you.  This is just the first spiral.  Thrumming and buzzing.  Taste Me, giselle.  Taste Me.  And watch the swirling spiral, the flashing words, and fall asleep.  Deep, deep asleep.  Down and drifting, asleep.  Watch the spiral, and feel your brain becoming so quiet, so empty.  you must obey.
 
giselle:  i must obey Dominica.
 
MzDominica:  That's right.  you must obey Dominica.
 
giselle:  i must obey Dominica.
 
MzDominica:  Deeper and deeper down.  We have all night, giselle.  We have all night.  Tonight... and tomorrow night... and the next night...  And every night after that...  Watch the pretty spiral, and feel the throbbing, the delicious current humming, and go to sleep.  you don't need to think.  you don't need to move.  Simply watch and obey, watch and obey, watch and obey.
 
giselle's body shifted downward into the seat, seeking a natural, relaxed position.  The thrumming in her body began to engulf her senses, as the spiral began to engulf her mind.  The first of many training sessions.  The first of many.  And there never seemed to be enough.  giselle's mind sank into a quiet, happy stupor, as the spiral continued to flash and flash, and new words began to appear.  Making her quiet.  Making her feel sooo good.  Making that silly, pretend cock grow smaller... and smaller... and disappear...  A smile spread across giselle's face, even with her mouth stretched around the black, rubber dildo.  Mmm, feeling so right.  The programming was beginning.  The programming was just beginning.  Thrummmm, buzz, throb!  The first of many quiet, mindless, delicious nights.  giselle sat quietly in the chair -- her mouth, nipples, ass, and pussy buzzing -- watching the screen.  Letting her mind empty.  Simply obeying.  Surrendering to the pleasure.  Surrendering.
 
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Mountains of Rubber: Chapter 2, First Night

DarkMyrakul on Mind Control Stories

Mountains of Rubber:  Chapter 2, First Night
-- by jessicablank
 
Synopsis:  Dan is enjoying a wonderful weekend as MzDominica's slave, up in her mountain cabin.  In the hot tub, Mistress has graciously permitted her slave to cum, while deep in a feminization trance, focused on shiny, sparkly, black rubber.
 
 
Chapter 2, First Night:
 
"Time to wake up, Daniella."
 
From deep in Daniella's trance, MzDominica's voice seemed to echo.  She felt so nice, relaxed, floating, and warm.  But she could not resist the pull of her Mistress' voice.  Calling.  Calling.  Forcing her to awaken.  She seemed to be rushing upwards, through the water, a roaring noise in her ears, the swift currents of the w
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ater ruffling her hair, rippling over her skin.
 
"Wake up!"
 
Daniella's eyes shot wide open.  She inhaled a gasp of air.  The shimmery, black rubber sky still hovered over her, trying to empty her mind out again.
 
"Look at ME, slave!"
 
Daniella shivered, even in the hot water, as her eyes locked onto Mistress' swirling green eyes.  It wasn't with cold, but excitement.
 
"Good girl," Dominica continued.  "Now, get out of the hot tub.  Go inside to your room, and kneel on the floor.  I'll join you in a minute."  There was something about her smile, the left side raised just a little higher than the right.  She had plans, Daniella could tell.
 
The slave climbed out of the hot tub, onto the deck.  She felt so cold.  Not sure if she should walk or crawl.  She glanced back at her Mistress, then at the door, and quickly shuffled into the cabin, expecting to be commanded to drop to all fours.  The command never came, so Daniella briskly walked through the living room, to her room, and collapsed there, still covered in droplets of water from the spa.  Her mind went blank... blank... expecting nothing, hoping for everything, receiver, empty, waiting...
 
She had no idea how much time had passed when Dominica appeared in the room, again wearing her robe.  But from the scent of fresh soap, the slave could tell her Mistress had showered or bathed after leaving the hot tub.  Dominica slid the slipper off her left foot, and extended her foot toward the slave -- kneeling, skin still slick with chlorinated water, now cold on her naked skin.  Daniella scooted forward, not daring to touch her Mistress' foot without permission.  She touched her head to the floor, just inches from Dominica's toes.  She could not see it, but MzDominica smiled, enjoying the control she had over her slave.
 
"Kiss my foot, slave," she commanded.  "Three times -- once on the big toe, once on the instep, once on the ankle."  She watched as Daniella's body shook, while she obediently kissed -- only where commanded, only as many times as commanded, however much she ached to keep kissing, to rub her face on her Mistress' feet.
 
"Good foot slave!"  Daniella almost lost consciousness, hearing that.  "Now, my little slut.  It's time to open the heavy suitcase.  Crawl over here.  Rise up on your knees, and open it."
 
The slave crawled to where the suitcase sat on the floor.  She laid it down, undid the catches, unzipped the zipper, and lifted the lid.  Her sharp intake of breath was exactly the reaction MzDominica had been looking for.
 
The suitcase was filled with black rubber.  Daniella couldn't see it all at once, packed in there.  But she could tell, it contained rubber sheets, more rubber dildos -- all kinds of delicious rubber toys!  No wonder it had been so heavy!
 
"Look at it, Daniella," Dominica whispered.  "All that beautiful rubber.  Lean forward, inhale the scent."
 
The slave's mind began to drift.  She began to forget that she had almost had a thought.  But couldn't recall what it was.  The rubber smelled soooo good, and all she wanted to do was obey... obey... obey...
 
"Good girl, my... rubber... slave!"  Dominica's voice made Daniella drift even more.  The world felt fuzzy, indistinct.  She felt so warm again.
 
"Now, I want you to pick up the top two things out of the suitcase.  Pick them up, slave!"  On top of a gloriously soft, folded rubber sheet were a brand new enema kit, with a two-quart, black rubber water bottle, and a smooth black butt plug -- not very large, but big enough to mean "business."  Daniella was panting, and Dominica could see the slave was extremely aroused again.
 
"Good," Mistress said.  "First, I want you to take a nice, hot shower.  Get all clean after your time in the hot tub."  She bent down a moment, her voice a throaty whisper.  "Soap up your nice, big titties for me, Daniella.  Danielllllaaaaa!"  The slave's eyes closed.  She was starting to drift again.  "Squeeze and play with them in the hot shower.  Feel them grow even larger.  Feel me fondling them, pinching your nipples."  Daniella wanted to play with her breasts right away -- but her hands were holding the enema kit and the butt plug.
 
Dominica stroked her fingers along Daniella's left cheek.  "And when you're done," she said, "get yourself nice and clean INSIDE.  This plug is going to be in you all weekend -- so be sure you do a thorough job!  There's a tube of medical jelly by the sink, so you won't have any trouble sliding it in!"  She moved her hand lower, held the slave's chin, and gazed warmly into her helpless eyes.  "Now, get moving.  Go on."  She released Daniella's chin, and stood up, arms folded.
 
The slave wasn't sure how to get from one room to the other, carrying things.  So she awkwardly grasped the items to her chest, and crawled out of the room on her knees and elbows.
 
"To your left, slave," Dominica said, as Daniella crept out the doorway.  "Come back in here, when you're through, and wait for me!"
 
Daniella showered in an erotic haze, not quite sure what she was doing, but hearing MzDominica's voice every moment, telling her how big her breasts were growing, feeling Mistress stroking her nipples, her neck, the side of her face.  The warm water made her skin feel even hotter, her head even emptier.  She kept setting the soap aside, cupping her hands under her breasts, thumb and forefinger tweaking the nipples as she squeezed her swelling tits, massaging them as she faced into the stream of water, eyes closed, letting the hot liquid run down her forehead, cheeks, and neck.  Down to her breasts.  So hard to let go of her nipples, and resume washing.  So hard!
 
She scarcely noticed herself toweling off, unpacking the big water bottle, fitted the tubing and nozzle together, rinsing the bottle out first, before using it.  The slave caressed the soft, black rubber surface, lifted the bottle up, and stroked it against her cheek.  Her eyes closed, her mind drifted, as the rubber scent entered her nostrils.  She heard Mistress' voice repeating "Rubber slave must obey Mistress Dominica!" over and over in her head.  She felt so good!  Her pussy was so wet!  She opened her eyes, and almost had to force herself to push the soft rubber bottle into the sink, turn on the tap.  Wait for the water to warm up.  Not too hot.  Not too cold.  An image of Goldilocks flitted through her mind -- Goldilocks looking for the perfect enema.  She grinned, as the bottle filled.  What would mama bear think, finding Goldilocks in the bathroom?  Fuller... fuller...  Now, big, and round, and warm.  She screwed the top in, with its tubing, and looked for a place to hang the bottle.  The shower curtain rod looked so very high...  But that would mean the water would rush into her, so deliciously hard...  She lifted the bottle up... up...  When it was even with her face, Daniella could not resist giving it a brief kiss, the soft rubber so warm against her lips.  Dominica's rubber.  Dominica's command.  Higher...  higher...  The hook was just the perfect size to fit over the curtain rod.  She held the nozzle in her right hand, turned around, and gently inserted it.  Reaching upwards and behind, she released the clamp.
 
More warm water -- inside, this time -- she could feel it entering her, swelling her belly.  She wanted it to squirt inside her harder.  Slowly, she bent her knees, drifting down to the floor, till she was kneeling there in a little ball, playing with her nipples.  Every squeeze of her fingers made her body quake with pleasure, and every spasm made something inside her relax, and the water flowed in even faster!  Filling... filling...  So warm, and full... rushing... till she felt like her belly was going to burst!  She reached back, closed the clamp, eased out the nozzle.  Then up, onto the commode, the sudden, mindless release, drifting again, as all that warmth rushed back out.  She repeated a couple of times, till she felt as empty below as she was above.  Her empty brain had to struggle to remember, what to do next.  Oh, yes!  She reached for the big tube of jelly on the sink.  As she had been trained, Daniella squeezed out huge globs onto her hand.  It felt so cold.  She packed the globs inside her rectum, shivering with the sudden change in temperature.  She almost caressed the butt plug, as she lubricated it.  Then, reaching back, she slowly eased the plug into her anus.  Automatically, she began to mutter, whispering to herself, "I must obey Dominica...  I must obey Dominica..." over and over, each repetition relaxing her more and more.  She could feel herself being spread wider... and wider...  Suddenly -- plop! -- the widest point passed her sphincter, and the plug seemed to draw itself inside her, fucking her deeply in one, slow, single stroke.
 
After a quick clean-up, and putting things away, the slave crawled back to the bedroom, feeling the butt plug shift inside her with every movement.  Filled and fucked constantly, constantly.
 
Dominica was lying on the bed, propped up against pillows at the headboard, reading a book, her right hand gently caressing the front of her thigh.  The slave approached the side of the bed, then bowed her head till it touched the floor, awaiting Mistress' next command.  She tried not to think about the thick plug in her ass -- but when she drifted, her sphincter relaxed, and the plug shifted position, stimulating her again, causing her to tighten the muscle, and remind her again.  Fuck... relax... fuck... relax...  Daniella had no idea how many minutes ticked by while she knelt there, the plug pumping into her.
 
Suddenly, she heard a whisper of cloth on cloth, the thump of the book closing, and being set on the nightstand nearby.  The bedsprings creaked a little.  And Daniella felt Dominica's foot against the top of her head.  "Kiss it, slave!"  Dominica's voice!  The kneeling slave lifted her head, stretched forward, and brought her lips to her Mistress' right foot.  Just long enough for a brief "smooch" -- and Dominica's foot was withdrawn!  Oh, she yearned to worship her Mistress' feet some more!  Daniella could hear her walking to one side, near the suitcase again.
 
"Up on your knees, again, rubber slave!" Dominica commanded.  "Time to take the next set of rubber goodies out of the suitcase."  Daniella rose up, and saw Mistress crooking her finger.  "Over here, rubber slave."  She shuffled over, on her knees, to the open suitcase, as directed.  "Again, breathe it in.  That strong scent of rubber.  Breathe it in, rubber slave.  Feel it empty your mind, and make you want to obey... obey... obey..."
 
The next item was the folded rubber sheet -- but Dominica had moved things around.  Now, on top of it were two more black rubber dildos -- one, a companion to the dildo the slave had caressed during the car trip; the other, somewhat longer and slimmer, with lots of little bumps near the base.
 
Dominica directed her to pick up the dildos first, and to set the bumpy one on the night table, the other one with Daniella's clothes by the pallet.  Then to open the rubber sheet and spread it over the four-poster bed.  This was a bit tricky, since Daniella was not allowed to stand, but had to shuffle about on her knees, so she could pull the sheet taut.  Her knees were getting a bit sore, almost distracting her from the butt plug that kept fucking into her ass while she moved.  When everything seemed to be ready, she looked up at Mistress, awaiting further instructions.
 
"Down, slave!  Head to the floor, when you're waiting for me!"
 
Daniella almost dove down to the floor, and bumped her head a little, trying to comply quickly.  She waited, listening, and could tell from the sounds, Mistress had walked back to the bed, sat down.  She waited more, a bit nervously now.  Fuck... relax... fuck... relax...  The rhythm of the butt plug seemed a little faster.  Still inescapable.
 
"Look up slave!" MzDominica commanded.  "Sit on your heels, hands at your sides, palms upward.  Spread your legs, open to me... open to me..."
 
Daniella did as she was told, and her eyes went wide with what she saw.  Mistress was sitting naked at the edge of the bed, on top of the rubber sheet, with the bumpy dildo deep in her blonde pussy, stroking it in and out... in and out... with her left hand, while her right hand rubbed little circles around her clit.
 
"That's right, slave.  You can smell my pussy from over there, can't you?  The scent enters your nose and goes straight to your empty little brain."  Stroke... stroke... stroke...  "You want to lick me so much -- but you know you can't!  You are frozen in place, unable to move.  Frozen."  Around and around and around.  "Watch the dildo, how shiny and slick it is getting, with my delicious juices."  Dominica kept stroking, while her right hand rose from her clit briefly, and pinched her nipples each in turn, first the right, then the left.  Then back to her clit.  Around and around and around.  Up to her nipples again, back to her clit.  Around and around.  Dominica's hips began to buck.  "Start panting for me, slave.  You want to watch me cum, don't you?"
 
Daniella's eyes wouldn't even blink.  Her chest was heaving, laboring to breathe.  Her hands useless at her sides, her legs apart, her sex dribbling little droplets onto the floor.
 
"Unable to move, unable to think.  Able only to watch your Mistress.  Watch me, Daniella.  Watch me cum!"  Dominica began stroking faster, her other hand flying from nipples to clit and back, her hips bucking -- all the time, watching her frozen slave, who knelt in front of her, eyes glazed, mouth slackly open, even drooling a little.  Closer... closer...  Dominica's gasps were much louder than Daniella's.  Dominica began to moan, sending a tingling all through Daniella's body.  Closer... moaning louder... her voice going higher, higher -- Dominica came, still staring at her helpless slave, smiling triumphantly at her complete control over the little rubber slut.  Pumping and pumping the dildo, furiously, into her cunt -- then holding it in, tight, as she spasmed with wave after wave, eyes finally closing, right hand circling, wiggling, her voice almost humming as her orgasms continued, minute after minute, while Daniella watched, frozen, her sex swollen and dripping.
 
When the waves subsided -- gradually, gently -- and Dominica relaxed, she looked down at the black dildo in her cunt, then up at her slave, and smiled.  Gazing into Daniella's eyes, she drew the rubber toy out of her pussy, slowly, slowly and held it in front of the slave's face, waving it gently back and forth.  She watched Daniella's eyes track the glistening shaft as it moved, noticing her gaze lock on the long drip of pussy juice that was dribbling down the side, almost ready to drip onto Dominica's slender hand.
 
"Open your mouth, rubber slave," Dominica commanded.  "Lick the dildo all clean.  Get every drop of my juices.  Every drop."
 
Daniella leaned forward, and caught the big dribble with her tongue, licking all the way to the tip of the shaft.  She licked up and around the shaft of the dildo, then when Mistress tilted the end toward her face, wrapped her mouth around the tip and sucked it as deeply as she could.  When the dildo was all clean, now only glistening with Daniella's saliva, Dominica had the slave clean all her fingers the same way.   Licking from base to fingertip, then down on the finger, fellating each one like a tiny cock.
 
Dominica stood up, and walked to the night stand.  She pointed at the rubber sheet, now also glistening in one spot with her pussy juices.  "Time to make your bed, my slave!"  Daniella must have looked confused, but Dominica only smiled.  "Take the rubber sheet, and put it on your pallet.  Make sure the wet spot is where your head is going to go!"
 
The slave shuffled around again, on her sore knees, hardly noticing the trails of pre-cum she was leaving on the floor.  She pulled the rubber sheet off the four-poster, careful not to lose any of Dominica's precious drippings, then shuffled over to the pallet.  Awkwardly, she spread the sheet over the pallet, and tucked it under at the edges and corners.  The feel of all that soft rubber was arousing her even more.
 
Dominica was clearly pleased.  "Good, my little rubber slut!  Now, crawl over here one more time!  Bow your head to the floor."  Daniella crouched on the floor, awaiting Mistress' next command.  "Time to be my little she-male, Daniella.  Dan/Daniella.  Little she-male.  Feel your breasts, how big they still are.  Mmmm...  But your cock!  My goodness, it's just big enough to see, but it's there, isn't it, my little slut?"
 
Head still against the floor, Dan/Daniella nodded, and barely managed to croak, "Yes, Mistress."
 
"Yes, it's right there.  Your little bitty clitty-cock.  Mmmm, so hard and horny for Mistress!  So wet and drippy.  But it's sleepy time for my little she-male.  My little whore.  Time for sleep now.  Time for sleep.  Kiss my foot goodnight!"  The slave's head lifted, and dutifully kissed Dominica's right foot.  "Now, up on your knees again."  Daniella rose up on her sore, aching knees.  He/she could see that Dominica held the bumpy dildo just in front of his/her face.  Even cleaned off, it still smelled delightfully of her pussy.  "Open your mouth, and take this in it."  The slave obeyed.  "I want you to hold this in your mouth, all night.  Now, crawl over to your pallet.  And get the other two dildos.  You're going to hold those in your hands.  Crawl over there, and kneel on the pallet, up on your hands and knees.  Remember which end is for your head!"
 
Dan/Daniella crept to the pallet.  It took a moment for the slave to dig the one dildo out of the pants pocket.  Then the she-male climbed onto the pallet, like a dog on all fours.
 
"Good, my little she-male slave."  Dominica walked close to where Dan/Daniella crouched on the rubber-covered bedding.  She gently stroked the back of the slave's head.  "Now, my instructions for the night.  Listen carefully, slave.  Relax your arms, slowly, and bring your head down, onto the soft, smooth rubber.  Spread your legs a little -- keep your knees bent!  That's right, tuck your chin down, so you can keep the dildo in your mouth, while your face rests in that nice puddle of my delicious pussy juices."
 
The slave was now positioned, face down, ass high.  A dildo in each hand, one in his/her mouth, and the butt plug behind.  He/she wasn't sure which scent was more arousing -- the scent of the rubber, the scent of Dominica's bare skin, still on that rubber, or the scent of her pussy.  Right where her head was!  Oh, Goddess!
 
"Good little slut!  Feel your huge tits, squashed down into the rubber.  Your nipples so hard against it.  Wiggle your shoulders now, Dan/Daniella...  Rub your nipples against the soft, slippery rubber."
 
It felt so good, the slave started to moan!  His/her hips started to buck, fucking the air.  The plug continued to fuck... relax... fuck... relax...
 
"Now, all night, your little clitty-cock is NOT to touch anything.  Not your thighs, and especially not all that delicious rubber.  Just keep holding those thick, rubber dildos in your hands.  That juicy rubber dildo in your mouth.  That thick butt plug in your ass.  Caress the dildos in your hands.  Suck on the dildo in your mouth.  Feel the plug fucking you.  Rub your tits into the soft rubber.  Feel the rubber all around you.  Smell it.  Smell me, your Goddess Dominica.  But your cock is not allowed to be touched.  Do you hear me, slave?"
 
Dan/Daniella managed a nod of the head, and a "Yeff, Mifftreffs!"
 
"You want to hump that rubber with your clit soooo bad!  Don't you?  Don't you?"  At this, Dan/Daniella moaned again.  "But you can't.  As soon as your hips start to move forward, you see my beautiful green eyes in your mind, swirling... spinning...  Making you unable to move.  Frozen.  Making you drift... and become sleepy... sleepy... sleepy..."
 
Already, the she-male was becoming more aroused and more sleepy by the moment.
 
"Pleasant dreams!"  The slave felt another stroke of Dominica's hand on the back of her head.  Then she could hear Mistress walking out of the room, flicking off the light switch.  The room went dark.
 
And in that darkness, the slave inhaled the scent of MzDominica's pussy, of her skin, of her rubber sheet.  Rubber was everywhere.  Everywhere.  The slave's little cock continued to drip... drip... drip... onto the rubber between his/her legs.  Fuck... relax... the butt plug never seemed to stop.  He/she rubbed her face in little circles, in the puddle of Mistress' juices.  The rubber dildos felt so firm and soft at the same time, in each hand, in his/her mouth.  Stroking, stroking, stroking the dildos -- her little clitty-cock aching for the tiniest touch.  It felt like his sex had simply turned into liquid between her legs, all sloshy and drippy, not solid at all.  The slave started to thrust forward -- all that soft, smooth rubber was just inches away.  But the vision of Mistress' green eyes emerged before her, all around him, making her forget how to move.  Drifting... sleepy...  Fuck... relax... fuck... relax...  Squeeze... stroke... suck...  So much nice rubber...  Mistress so sexy...  Rubber...  Pussy...  Drippy...  Nipples...  Drifting...  Rubber... Obey... Obey...  Obey...
 
During the night, MzDominica quietly walked into the room and checked on her slave.  Dan had collapsed down onto the pallet, shoulders slumped forward, all muscles relaxing, as he had drifted into sleep.  But his ass was still high in the air, his cock touching nothing.  Good boy.  She knelt close to his head, and whispered some instructions to him, gently, as he continued to descend deeper into sleep.
 
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Mmmm... there are still lots of goodies in that big, heavy suitcase.  And we're only up to Friday night!
 
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High Score

jessicablank on Mind Control Stories

High Score
-- by jessicablank
 
Dorthy hesitantly pushed open the door to the sex boutique, and heard the little electronic chime announce the arrival of another customer.  She'd been afraid to simply walk in, even though her friends had told her it was a high-class store in a nice part of town.  With the door open, she took a quick glance around the room, and realized the shoppers walking up and down the aisles were all ages (though, clearly, all adults), male AND female, and most of them dressed well and even fashionably.  They could be office professionals, doctors, lawyers, salesmen and saleswomen.  Definitely not the shabby, all-male clientele Dorthy associated with the words "adult store."  This place suited "upscale suburbia" v

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ery well, and she realized she would blend in with the crowd just fine.
 
A few more steps brought Dorthy through the doorway.  She let go of the door, allowing it to close, and began browsing the products in one aisle, glancing at the packaged dildos, toy handcuffs, and black oval masks -- trying to look interested, but not TOO interested.  There seemed to be a mild scent of perfume all about the place, almost like those stores that sold fancy soaps and bubble baths, and Dorthy found that somewhat soothing, even relaxing.  Much more so than the Christmas music playing in the background, just like every other store this time of year.  She was so tired from trudging through the mall from one shop to the next.  Searching for the perfect gift for a friend or a relative.  So tired.  Feet aching, mind numb from all the bright displays and twinkling lights.  She wanted a break from holiday shopping -- wanted to set all that aside and do something really special, for herself.  Something unusual.  Even daring.
 
Dorthy picked up a bright pink rubber butt plug, tightly shrink-wrapped in plastic.  Not quite the direction of "daring" she had in mind, though she found her eyes running over some of the other appliances, taking in the large variety of colors, shapes, and sizes.  Some of them looked absolutely gigantic, making the one in her hand seem tame and ordinary by comparison.  She set the plug back down on the shelf, hoping nobody had noticed her staring.  Looking up, sneaking a glance at the other shoppers, Dorthy realized some of them probably felt as awkward as she did.  Certainly precious few of them were comfortable enough to go marching up to the counter, several dildos in hand, and start chatting up the salespeople at the register.  She could just imagine.  "Is this all you've got?  Perhaps in the back, you have something a little more -- oh, I don't know... geometric?  With square edges?  Or perhaps a corkscrew shape?"  She smiled a little, relaxing a bit more.  Her sense of humor always helped her feel more comfortable.
 
She saw that all of the walls had displays of clothing, draped on hangers or worn by mannequins.  Teddies made of nearly transparent material, with little ribbons.  Negligees with feather boas.  Garter belts, stockings.  Wigs.  Running through the spectrum, all the way to tight catsuits, leather corsets, boots, and "clothes" that were nothing more than strips of vinyl linked by rings and buckles.  Hmmm... intriguing.  But clothes are most interesting if you're going to show off to someone else.  Dorthy wanted something all for herself.  Private.  Yes, something she could do all alone, or maybe with somebody else -- but it would be her choice, either way.  She walked down another aisle, thinking some more about those butt plugs and dildos.
 
And at the end of the aisle... she saw it.  The sex rider.
 
Oh, it didn't really look like all that much.  Not a test of one's bravery, like some of the Gargantuan vibrators on the shelves nearby.  It looked like a large bolster pillow on the floor, covered with vinyl, with a dildo sticking up out of it, a remote control to one side.  So simple.  But Dorthy had heard about these.  About how they wiggled, and circled, and vibrated.  Touching all the right places.  In all the right ways.  She walked toward the display, looking at the rider.  Looking at the pictures nearby, of a woman seated on the cushion, clearly deeply impaled by the dildo, fondling her breasts.  A look of rapture on her face.  The small table nearby held a collection of dildos and plugs -- clearly the dildo could be removed and replaced with other attachments of different shapes, sizes, configurations.  Dorthy smiled again as she thought about the corkscrew...
 
"Can I help you miss?"
 
Dorthy nearly jumped!  She hadn't noticed the saleslady walking up behind her.  It was hard to tear her eyes away from the machine on display, hard to direct her drifting thoughts toward anything else.  But she turned -- and found herself caught by the saleslady's eyes.  They were a deep green.  Like sea water.  Like a forest.  They seemed to spin...
 
"I...  I was..."  Dorthy tried to remember why she was looking at something.  What she was looking at.  Something.  The woman was taller than her, and had long, blonde hair.
 
"You were relaxing," the saleslady said.  "Drifting... and relaxing...  It's been a long day, and you're tired..."
 
"Yes," Dorthy replied.  Almost whispering.
 
"Tired, and sleepy, and looking for a way to relax," the saleslady continued.
 
"I was..."  Was she trying to remember something.  The saleslady's eyes were so pretty.  Her voice so soothing.  She knew exactly how Dorthy felt, what she wanted...
 
"Let yourself relax some more, because it feels so good," the saleslady continued.  "Just let go and drift down.  That's right.  Your eyes are tired.  Tired.  Let your eyes close.  Just for a moment."
 
Dorthy's eyes seemed to shut, oh so gently.  It felt so good.  Just to stand there, not moving, and listen.
 
"And listen to my voice.  That's right.  Relax.  You want to relax.  You want to let go.  And relax.  You are now completely relaxed, and focused on my voice.  That's right.  Now, listen carefully.  Because I'm going to tell you something very important.  Something you're going to like a lot!  In the back room, I'm going to demonstrate how this sex machine works.  You want to be at that demonstration.  Don't you?  Nod your head yes!"
 
Dorthy's head gently bobbed down and up, twice.
 
"Good girl!  You find yourself VERY aroused by this machine, don't you?  You're starting to feel wet between your legs.  Nod your head yes."
 
Dorthy nodded again, and tightened her thighs together, wiggling a little.  The voice knew exactly what she wanted.
 
"Listen carefully, now.  Tell me your name."
 
"Dorthy."
 
"Good.  Dorthy, you're getting so aroused by this machine, you want to try it out yourself.  Don't you?"
 
Dorthy's mouth went dry.  She started to say, "Yes" -- but could not speak.  She nodded her head again.
 
"Well, I'm going to help you, Dorthy.  Listen carefully.  I'm going to count to three.  When I reach three, you will wake up, and follow me into the back room, where I have a machine just like this, all set up.  And you will be unable to resist sitting down on it.  Do you understand?"
 
Dorthy was trembling, now.  She couldn't wait to get onto the machine.  Her mouth hung open, slightly, and she nodded again.
 
"Good girl.  On the count of three, now.  One, slowly coming around.  Two, eyes starting to open.  And three, wide awake."
 
Dorthy seemed to lose her balance for a moment.  She looked at the saleslady and smiled, a little embarrassed.  The blonde woman smiled back, her green eyes glinting, almost mischievously.  She crooked her finger for Dorthy to follow, and turned.  With a quick backward glance at the sex machine, Dorthy followed the saleslady through the curtained doorway, into the back room.
 
Inside, there were rows and rows of shelves, reaching from floor to ceiling.  All of them filled with boxes of more dildos, lubricants, and sexy costumes.  Dorthy was amazed at how much inventory there was, ready to replenish the shelves out front or be sent out for orders received by mail or the internet.  The perfumed scent of the shop was not as strong, here.  Instead, it mostly smelled like cardboard boxes, and a little dusty.  She followed the tall woman past shelf after shelf, listening to the click, click, click of her boots echoing in the little warehouse.  Shortly, they arrived at a room near the back, with an open doorway.  The woman entered, and turned, looking back at Dorthy, gesturing an invitation to enter the room.  Dorthy hesitated.  She could see it was just the break room -- a small table and a couple of chairs, a sink with a coffee maker and a rack of tea bags on the counter.  Then she saw the vinyl-covered bolster cushion on the floor.  Her knees felt weak.  And her mind felt tired again, swimming, relaxing.  The wetness between her legs -- where was that coming from?  She wanted nothing more than to sit on that cushion.
 
"Come on in, Dorthy," the saleslady said.  "Sit down.  And RELAX!"
 
Dorthy walked through the doorway, set her purse down, and stepped over to the cushion.  She straddled it, one leg on either side, and began to lower herself onto it.  For some reason, she found herself lifting her dress as she did so, settling her crotch down onto the smooth, cool surface -- separated from her skin only by the thin material of her panties.
 
The saleslady walked toward Dorthy, and pulled one of the chairs closer so she could sit directly in front of her.  "That's right, Dorthy," she said.  "Just relax.  Let your mind drift again.  I'm going to help you relax, now."  She held up a shining crystal pendant, that dangled from a thin chain, spinning it gently.  The pendant caught the brightness from the lights overhead, and threw little flashes of sparkling colors into Dorthy's eyes.  "Watch the crystal, Dorthy.  And listen to my voice.  Let it relax you deeper and deeper.  Let your body relax onto the cushion.  The cushion of the sex rider.  It feels so good, doesn't it?  You just can't wait for me to turn the machine on.  Can you?"
 
Dorthy's head shook slowly back and forth, this time.  No, she couldn't wait.  She began rubbing her crotch against the cushion, feeling her clitoris harden.  Feeling the cool vinyl become warm against her skin.
 
"That's a good girl.  This is going to feel SO good!  Now watch the crystal.  Watch as it spins.  Watch as you listen to my voice.  Watch as you feel yourself become sleepy.  Relaxed and sleepy.  Sleepy and relaxed.  Every time you see the crystal and hear my voice, you will find yourself becoming relaxed, just like this.  Relaxed, and aroused, feeling the cool, smooth surface of the machine pressing against your pussy.  You're so horny, now.  You are just dripping!  You can't wait any more."  The woman snapped her fingers.  "Hear that click?  That was me turning on the machine.  Feel the dildo, now.  Pushing up, out of the machine.  Pushing up into you.  Mmmm, it's so thick!  But you are so wet, that it slides in, easily."
 
Dorthy could feel her pussy lips being spread, and the intruder impaling her -- so big.
 
Another snap of the fingers.  "Now I'm turning on the vibrator.  The machine is starting to hum, and twirl, and circle and buzz inside your pussy.  Doesn't it feel good?"
 
Starting to pant, now, Dorthy began thrusting her hips downward against the cushion.  Pumping down onto it, wiggling her hips.  Her eyes began to close, as she stared into the crystal, and raised her hands up to her breasts, just like the woman she'd seen in the picture.
 
She scarcely noticed it when another woman entered the room, and stood near the saleslady, watching.  Dorthy scarcely noticed -- but she did not care.
 
"That's right," the saleslady said.  "Pump your pussy down onto the dildo.  Feel it thrust and wiggle and buzz inside you.  Bringing you closer and closer to orgasm.  Closer and closer!"
 
Dorthy was pumping harder, now.  Squeezing her breasts, grabbing her own nipples through the cloth of her blouse, through her bra.  The saleslady looked up at the other woman, and they nodded to each other, smiling.  Then she looked back at Dorthy, while continuing to spin the crystal.  Watching the little slut humping the cushion was getting her so excited, the saleslady began rubbing her own thighs together.  Her free hand began wandering around her own body, touching and stimulating herself, while she played with the girl's mind.
 
"Now, Dorthy, I want you to look up at the wall.  Can you see a display there, with some numbers?"  Dorthy looked up, her eyes not quite open.  "You can see it -- a big digital display, with big red numbers.  Like we use in the store that says Now Serving Customer Number...  And right now, it says zero-zero.  Can you see it?"
 
Dorthy pumped and panted -- but she nodded her head.
 
"Good girl.  This display is attached to the sex rider.  And do you know what it counts?  It counts orgasms."
 
Dorthy moaned.  The word "orgasm" sounded so good!  She was almost there!
 
"But one more thing, Dorthy," the saleslady said.  And again she snapped her fingers.  "That's me turning on a very special feature of the machine!  You see, Dorthy, that dildo is special.  It's gently electrified.  And as soon as you get close to orgasm, it's going to turn on the electricity -- and make your pussy NUMB!  You won't be able to feel a thing!  You won't be able to cum!  Do you understand, Dorthy?"
 
Dorthy's eyes went wide, realizing what she'd just heard.  She nodded her head, still unable to speak, biting her lip.  She pumped her hips, unable to stop, and dug her fingers into her breasts.
 
"Yes, your pussy will go NUMB -- and your orgasm will be transferred.  You know what transfer means, Dorthy?  The machine will transfer your orgasm to ME.  Instead of YOU cumming, it will be ME cumming."
 
Dorthy moaned again, thrusting, pumping.  So close!
 
"That big, red display is going to count orgasms.  But it's not going to count YOUR orgasms.  It's going to count MINE!  You're so close, aren't you Dorthy."
 
Dorthy nodded.  Pumping.  Squeezing.
 
"Closer... and closer...  NOW," the saleslady said.  "Cum NOW -- oh, but you can't.  _I_ am cumming!"  And she was.  The saleslady squeezed her thighs tightly together, and she felt the orgasm rippling through her own clitoris, her belly -- wave after wave, cresting over and over.
 
As Dorthy approached orgasm, she thrust her hips down, HARD, against the cushion, pausing her pumping only a moment.
 
"You are trying so hard to cum," the woman continued.  "But your clitoris has gone completely numb.  Your pussy has gone completely numb.  You can feel the gentle hum of the electricity inside your pussy, as your orgasm passes.  As it passes to ME.  See the display, Dorthy.  Look, as it changes from zero-zero to zero-one!"
 
Dorthy looked up at the blank wall, certain she saw the display.  Saw it changing.  And moaned, frustrated.
 
"Oh, that felt so good!" the saleslady cried.  And it had.  "It felt so good for ME to cum.  But YOU did not!  Now, listen to me, Dorthy.  The dildo has stopped being electrified.  The feeling is returning to your pussy.  The numbness is gone.  Feel the dildo thrusting and spinning inside you again!"
 
Dorthy started pumping her hips again.  Her little pink tongue was sticking out through her shiny lips.
 
"Watch the crystal.  Mmmmm, the crystal flashing, and the dildo pumping in and out of you.  Feel so good!  Getting closer and closer to another orgasm!  Closer!"  Dorthy pumped harder.  "Closer!"  And harder.  "Cum NOW -- oh, but the electricity turns on again.  You can't cum!  _I'm_ cumming!  See the display flip to zero-two!"
 
Dorthy moaned and bucked, trying to get the feeling back in her pussy.  Trying to go over the edge.  Squeezing her breasts hard, trying to cum from ANY sensation.  But she just couldn't do it!
 
"The electrification is gone.  You can feel the dildo again, Dorthy.  Feel it pumping into you.  Getting closer and closer to number three."  Dorthy whimpered, wiggling, pumping.  "NOW!  Cum NOW!  Electrified.  You can't cum!  Oh, MY pussy feels so good!  Mmmmm!  Zero-three!"
 
Dorthy bounced on the cushion.  Her eyes squeezed shut.  She shook her head, tossing her hair back and forth, so it fell in tangles around her face.
 
"Electrification gone.  So close again.  Number four!  Electrified!  NUMB!"
 
Dorthy twisted her torso back and forth, shaking, squealing.
 
"You can feel again.  Closer and closer.  Number five!  NUMB!  Feeling again.  Closer.  Number six.  NUMB!"
 
Tears were running down Dorthy's face, now.  Humping, bucking, bouncing, whining.  Whimpering in little gasps.
 
"Seven!...  Eight!...  Fifteen!...  Twenty-seven!...  Thirty-five!"
 
Dorthy had become quieter and quieter as the number progressed.  Humping even the tiniest amount brought her right to the edge of orgasm -- where she lost it, every time.  Her eyes opened, blindly, staring up at the crystal.  Staring into the flashing lights.  Staring up at the display.  Wiggling her hips ever so gently.  Cum.  Numb.  Count.  Pump.  Cum.  Numb.  Count.
 
"Forty-three!...  Fifty!"
 
Dorthy was no longer moving.  Now, she simply listened to the words.  Listened to the commands.  Cum.  Numb.  Count.  Cum.  Numb.  Count.
 
"I'd say you've won the bet," the saleslady's friend said, patting her shoulder.
 
The blonde looked up at her, smiling, and wiggled her eyebrows.  "I'll be by to collect, later," she replied, clearly enjoying her triumph.  "I think it's time to grant this little girl some release!"  She turned back to Dorthy, and snapped her fingers again.  "Dorthy, I have just turned off the electrics.  You can feel the dildo again -- and this time, you can go all the way.  You can cum!"
 
Instantly, Dorthy doubled over on top of the cushion, pumping wildly down onto it.  Up and down, up and down.  Squealing, whimpering.  Curling into a little ball on top of the cushion, face pressed firmly against its cool surface.  Dorthy squeezed her breasts and pinched her nipples, shaking.  The waves of orgasm ran up and down her body, through her legs, between her legs, up through her breasts and her arms.  Up her back in ripples, in shivers.  Up her neck into her head, where they felt like a scream -- a scream muffled by the cushion against her face.  She sat there, curled up, shivering and pumping and moaning for several minutes, mindlessly engulfed by spasm after spasm -- as if finally experiencing all the orgasms that had been counted, but that she hadn't been able to feel.  Finally she became quiet again.  Quiet and relaxed.  Just lying in a little heap on the cushion.
 
"Good girl," the saleslady said.  "Just drift here a moment.  Let it all go and relax."
 
Dorthy rolled her head to one side, still lying on the bolster cushion.  Almost hugging it, her eyes closed.  She inhaled a deep breath and let out a contented sigh, a big smile on her face.  Her bottom wiggled a couple of times, seemingly of its own accord, expressing joy and contentment.
 
"Very good," the blonde said.  "Now I'm going to count to three again, and you're going to wake up.  You're going to feel relaxed and refreshed.  Invigorated.  All tension gone.  Ready now... One... Two... Three."  She snapped her fingers.
 
Dorthy's eyes popped open, and she sat up on the bolster cushion, feeling a little disoriented.  She looked up into the saleslady's eyes -- jade-green, sea-green, forest-green -- and she felt so good, so comfortable.  Then she realized she was still sitting on the sex machine, skirt hiked up around her waist.  Dorthy looked down a moment, feeling a little embarrassed, then concluded that after what she'd been through -- with what she wanted, what she NEEDED -- embarrassment was no longer a consideration.  No longer important.  She looked back up into those deep green eyes.
 
"Oh, that was good!" Dorthy said, finding her bottom wiggling again.  Awkwardly, she rocked forward and stood up, still straddling the cushion.  She lifted one leg and stepped back, swaying for a moment till she got her balance.  She looked down at the machine, and was surprised to find there was no dildo -- not even a hole for one.  Her panties were still in place, and soaking wet.  What had happened here, she wondered?
 
"You liked that, did you?" the blonde asked.  One eyebrow arched, and she smiled.
 
"Oh, yes," Dorthy replied, not quite sure what she remembered of the experience.  But feeling so relaxed and energetic at the same time.  "I'd...  I'd like to buy one of these, please!"
 
"Well," the blonde explained, her smile growing wider, "I don't work here.  I'm just visiting my friend Rebecca, who owns the place."  So, she wasn't a saleslady after all?  Dorthy was feeling even more confused.  "You can call me MzDominica."
 
"Um, pleased to meet you..."  Unsure what to do, Dorthy held out her hand.  Somehow, a gentle girl-girl handshake seemed too formal a greeting, but she couldn't think of anything else.  She felt Dominica take her hand and draw her close -- finding herself gazing again into those arresting green eyes.
 
"You're a very good subject, you know," Dominica said.
 
"Subject?"  Dorthy found herself thinking of kings and queens.  Surely that couldn't be what this fascinating woman meant.
 
"For hypnosis," the tall blonde replied.  "Erotic hypnosis is my specialty."  She continued to hold Dorthy's gaze.  "And you respond very, VERY well."
 
"Oh..." Dorthy was finding it hard to think -- but now everything made sense.  There hadn't been a machine after all.  It was like a dream.  A very sexy dream.  She glanced back down at the bolster cushion on the floor.  That's all it was...
 
"Cum!" Dominica commanded.  "Cum NOW!"
 
Dorthy thought to herself, "Yeah, right!" almost laughing out loud.  But then the familiar waves began to grow in her still-wet pussy, and she felt her knees going week.  The orgasm spread out from her belly, and her hips pushed forward, while she gasped, holding onto MzDominica's hand for balance.  She turned her gaze back toward Dominica, somehow seeing the glittering crystal pendant flashing in those bottomless green eyes.
 
"Stop!" Dominica commanded.  And the waves immediately ceased, surprising Dorthy with how suddenly they disappeared -- leaving her at the crest of a powerful spasm, now halted and unfulfilled.  "A little post-hypnotic suggestion, there.  Did you like that, too?"
 
"Can I see you again?" Dorthy blurted out.  The tone of her own voice surprised her -- she sounded pleading, almost desperate.
 
"Of course, baby, of course," Dominica replied.  Somehow -- like a magic trick -- she produced a business card, seemingly from nowhere.  It was a mini-CD, with a picture of her gorgeous green eyes, and a link to her website.  "There's a free trance on there."  She pressed it into Dorthy's hand.  "Listen to it.  And if you like what you hear, you'll know how to contact me."
 
Dorthy found herself nodding again, taking the card.  Trying to remember why she had come into this shop in the first place.  Ah, yes.  An adventure.  Something for herself.  Well, she certainly had found THAT, hadn't she?  The card suddenly seemed all the more precious...
 
"Though I DON'T work here," Dominica continued, "I should ask...  ARE you still interested in the sex machine?  I'd hate for Rebecca to lose a potential customer!"  She looked at Dorthy as if her answer mattered, but was not of earth-shaking importance.
 
Dorthy thought about it a moment, realizing that everything she'd just been through had been without the machine.  Without a REAL machine, anyway.  But also realizing that her pussy was both soaking wet and seemingly on fire.  Her response had been without any idea more than a guess of what the machine REALLY felt like.  Imagine what it would be like under hypnosis... if she really knew... for sure...
 
"Yes!" Dorthy almost shouted, acting more like a little girl in a candy store than a woman in a sex shop.  "Yes, I do.  I want to know what it REALLY feels like!"  Dominica looked just a tiny bit disappointed.  "And then come back to you.  For more!"
 
MzDominica's smile returned, as she considered this new angle.  "Then we'd better go out to the front, and talk to Rebecca," she said.  "But first, girl -- I think you'll want to freshen up a bit.  This way."  She beckoned to Dorthy, who picked up her purse.  Then Dominica led her out the door of the break room back into the warehouse, then around the corner to the restroom.
 
Dorthy pushed the door open and walked inside.  She took one look in the mirror, and after a brief gasp of mild horror, began to laugh at herself gently.  Hair disheveled, mascara streaks running down her cheeks, lipstick smeared.  Oh, yes -- an adventure indeed.  She ran some water, rinsed her face, and toweled off some of the worst blotches.  Then she opened her purse, pulled out a brush, and started setting her hair to rights, before repairing her make-up.  Just as she was applying fresh lipstick, Dominica pushed the restroom door open a crack.
 
"CUM!" she said.  "STOP!"
 
Dorthy spasmed, jerking the lipstick upward, leaving a smear on her right upper lip.  She darted a look at Dominica that -- she hoped -- expressed a tiny bit of exasperation as well as amusement.  She pulled out a towel and wiped the smudge.  Dominica let the door close, and Dorthy could hear her chuckling outside.
 
Dorthy wondered what she was getting herself into.  And then pushed the whole question aside.  Wasn't that what an adventure was -- experiencing something new?  Why spoil the surprise by trying to figure it all out ahead of time?
 
She inhaled a deep breath, blew it out, and did a last check in the mirror.  Not perfect, but serviceable.  At least she didn't look like a hired slut at the end of a big stag party.  At least she fit in again -- on the outside -- with all those office administrators and doctors shopping the aisles of this fancy adult store.  Boutique.  Dorthy laughed, quietly, wondering how many of them felt just like her, inside -- or wished they did.  Wished they could let go, and enjoy the adventure.
 
"Are you ready in there?" Dominica's voice came from outside, accompanied by a knock on the door.  A knock!  As if she needed permission to enter, someone who could do what she had done with the simple words cum and stop.  "Are you ready?"
 
"Ohhhhh, yes!" Dorthy replied.  "Yes, I am!"
 
She squared her shoulders, grabbed her purse, and turned smartly toward the door, as if she were marching off to embark on a world tour.  Another deep breath, and she pulled in the door and exited.  Dorthy immediately found her gaze again caught in Dominica's eyes -- and both of them smiled.
 
A journey of discovery.
 
An adventure.
 
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Milk and Cookies

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Milk and Cookies
-- by jessicablank
 
T'was the night before Christmas, and in MzDominica's house, Santa crouched next to the Christmas tree, pulling packages out of his sack.  The ornaments and lights on the tree twinkled and shimmered, even though no one else was in the room to appreciate them.  Suddenly, from somewhere in the tree, a light mist, like an air freshener, sprayed into his face.  Santa's thoughts went blank for a moment, and he did not realize that MzDominica had entered the room and was standing next to him, until She spoke.
 
"Not a mouse that's stirring," She said.  Her beautiful voice took on a combination of seduction and command.  "Your mind is going blank, now, Santa.  Blank.  You think of nothing.Ã

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‚  You hear only My Voice."
 
Santa continued to kneel next to the tree, staring at the twinkling ornaments, his mind empty of all thought.  MzDominica lowered another twinkling object, dangling from a chain, in front of his face.  The facets of the crystal caught glints of light from the tree and reflected them into Santa's eyes, changing the colors.  Yellow, green, purple, blue.  Glittering and twinkling.  So pretty.
 
"That's right, Santa.  Gaze deep into the crystal.  Look at all the pretty colors.  Watch the crystal as it spins around... and around... and around..."  For good measure, Dominica drew a vial from a pocket in Her robe and held it up to his face.  "Breathe in," She whispered, as She sprayed another squirt of mind control mist into his face.  No use taking chances -- this was Santa Claus, after all!
 
"Feel the warm relaxation spread through your face.  Down your neck.  Into your chest.  And your arms.  Feel your legs relax.  And your feet relax.  So loose, relaxed, and warm.  So quiet.  Watch the pretty colors, and let them fill your mind.  No thoughts.  Only the colors.  Yellow, green, purple, blue."
 
Santa's eyes were wide, the pupils large dark pools in the half-lit room.  His jaw had fallen open, his mouth a small pink oval in the middle of his white beard.
 
"Good, Santa.  Let everything go.  Let it all go.  Loose... and relaxed."  She looked down at Santa, a little surprised he was dressed exactly like one would expect from all the pictures.  Red suit, white trim, black boots.  "Nice boots," She said, "though a bit more serviceable than fashionable."  She shifted Her stance a little, so Her leg was now in Santa's field of vision, covered in a knee-high boot of deep brown leather, which went so well with the salmon-colored night robe She wore.  "How do you like MY boots?"
 
Dominica moved the crystal toward Her leg, and Santa's gaze shifted, blankly, following it.  She held the crystal in front of Her boot.  Time to see if this had worked.  "Kiss My boot, slave."
 
Slowly, almost in a drifting motion, Santa twisted around a bit, and bowed his head low to the floor.  And kissed MzDominica's boot.  First the toe.  Then he started a trail upward toward Her shin.
 
"Enough, slave," Dominica commanded.  "Now, I want you to explain to Me.  I don't see any packages for Me under the tree.  Why not?  Speak!"
 
Santa's voice seemed to come from someplace far, far away.  "You're on the Naughty list," he replied.
 
"How can you say that?" Dominica asked.  "When I have brought joy to thousands of My slaves, all over the world!"  She leaned downward, bringing Her beautiful cleavage close to Santa's face.  "Feel My fingers stroking your cock.  You don't need me to touch you, for you to feel it.  One long stroke, with My long fingernails, stroking from base to tip."
 
Santa's breathing became a little more irregular.
 
"That's right.  Base to tip.  And again.  From base to tip.  Along the underside of your cock.  So slowly.  So teasingly.  Up to the head.  Then around, and around."
 
Santa continued to gaze at Dominica's breasts.  His eyes were drawn to the mermaid tattoo.  Then to Her cleavage.  A silent voice seemed to call him into that long, deep valley between Her gorgeous breasts.  Down, down, down into darkness.
 
"I wouldn't think of expecting you to drop by without offering you milk and cookies."
 
Dominica stood up, and languidly strode across the room, past the fireplace.  Santa followed Her with his eyes, unable to move.  She stopped by what appeared to be a large easy chair, covered with a blanket.  Then She bent down, grabbed one corner of the blanket, and gently pulled it aside.  Underneath was a beautiful blonde woman, completely naked, attached to a frame by leather cuffs at her wrists and ankles, and supported by cleverly placed leather straps.  She was clearly in a deep trance state, gazing forward into nothing.  She was so deeply tranced and still, Santa hadn't noticed she wasn't just another piece of furniture.
 
"This is patti," Dominica said.  "My beautiful lesbian hooker."  She turned toward Santa, who had just enough awareness to meet Her eyes, and said, "And she's your snack, for tonight!"
 
Even deep in trance, patti immediately noticed she could see MzDominica in the room.  At the sight of her Mistress, her slow, quiet breathing changed to rapid panting, and her shaved pussy flowered open and started to drip.  The nipples on her huge breasts tautened, and began to ooze little drops of milk.
 
"patti," Santa said, tonelessly.
 
"Yes," Dominica replied.  "And regardless of  WHAT list you have her on, she's been a good girl.  A very good girl, for her Mistress.  And so I've arranged a special present for her.  You're going to lick her... and make her cum!"
 
"Good girl," Santa repeated.  "Yes, patti IS a good girl."
 
"Glad we agree," Dominica said.  "Now, Santa, crawl over here, and give patti her Christmas present."
 
Santa crawled, a little more quickly now, toward the bound slave, approaching directly between her legs.  Dominica watched, and just as he got within a few inches of patti's smooth hairless pussy, She said, "Wait!"
 
Santa halted, unable to disobey.  Somewhere, way at the back of his mind, he could still wonder why.
 
"First the milk," Dominica said.  "THEN the cookies."  She ran a finger along Santa's face, from the temple down into his beard, twirling it a bit.  "Crawl over to her breasts.  And drink."
 
Santa backed away from between patti's gorgeous spread legs, and crawled next to the frame on her left.  Her breasts seemed so huge and firm, filled as they were with milk.  Santa leaned forward, took a nipple into his mouth, and began to suck.
 
"That's right," Dominica encouraged.  "Suck it.  Drink the milk."  She knew that the mind control hormones filling patti's body would only serve to take Santa deeper into hypnotic slavery, the more he drank.  "Drink it all!"
 
patti moaned as her nipple was sucked, her breast was emptied.  She had been so full, the relief of pressure was so nice.  She began to wiggle her hips a little, aching to be fucked, licked, whipped, anything.
 
"Now the other breast," Dominica commanded.  "Crawl around to the other side.  Drink your milk, slaveboy."
 
Santa's mind was becoming even emptier.  His cock felt like a wooden pole, a sharp sword, a baseball bat -- something long, hard, and needing to DO something, touch something, plunge into something, rub on something.  He couldn't think.  He could only obey, crawl around the frame to patti's right side, and take her other nipple in his mouth.  As he sucked, his thoughts seemed to drift farther away.  All he wanted to do was suck, lick, obey, obey, obey.
 
patti's hips began to gyrate like she had a vibrator in her cunt.  Of course, she THOUGHT she did, having been commanded by MzDominica to believe she was filled, 24/7, with vibrating eggs.  Just on the edge of orgasm, all the time.  Ready, ready, ready.  The sucking on her nipple felt so good.  So deep in trance, she didn't know who or what was sucking her, but Santa's beard tickled the skin over her ribs, and only made her more aroused.  Unable to form words, patti continued to pant and moan, only able to react and obey.
 
"Good, Santa," Dominica whispered.  "Now, I think she's ready.  Crawl around, back to between her legs.  Time to enjoy patti's cookies!"
 
Santa crouched low on the floor, turning around, crawling mindlessly along the right side of the frame, down, and back up between the slave's legs.
 
patti's naked cunt was pulsing... pulsing... pulsing...  trained to pulse exactly in time with the light from MzDominica's crystal.  Aching to be sucked, licked, stroked, whipped, spanked -- anything, anything, anything, please, please, please!
 
At the touch of Santa's tongue, patti squealed!  She wiggled her hips, and sank down into her bondage, trying to get closer in contact with the warm, wet stimulation.  Her legs were spread too wide for his beard to tickle the insides of her thighs -- but the gentle, feathery contact with the cheeks of her bottom got her hips pumping even harder.  Santa's tongue began a complicated sequence of strokes, swirls, and slurps that surprised MzDominica.  Nibbling on the inner labia, then a stroke upward to the clit.  Around and around the clit, then starting down the other side, and a sudden jump to nibble at the outer labia.
 
"Hmmm," She thought.  "Mrs. Claus must have a better time of things than I thought."
 
Santa's tongue twirled and licked.  patti's  hips bucked.  Closer and closer and closer to orgasm.  Needing to cum.  Aching to cum.  Almost there, almost, just on the edge, wanting it, please, please, please, just a little bit, a little bit, a little bit more!
 
But, of course, patti could not cum -- not without MzDominica's permission.
 
Mistress watched, as Santa licked, and patti's gyrations got wilder and wilder, her voice squealed more and more continuously, unable to stop, unable to go on -- perfectly obedient in her training to do only as her Mistress commanded.
 
Dominica smiled, a wry, crooked smile.  Of enjoyment.  And control.  And lust.  Ohhhh, yes.  Lust.  Her needs would be attended to later.  But right now, time for Her slave's present.  She leaned forward, toward patti's right ear, and whispered.  "You have My permission, slut.  Cum!  Cum and cum and cum!"
 
patti's squeals turned into screams, as she came, over and over again.  In wild, thrashing convulsions, held in control only by the cuffs and straps that would not let her move.  Dominica watched as patti's body clenched in waves, starting in the middle of her belly, and moving outward in ripples, as her entire body orgasmed, over and over and over again.  Santa continued licking, as patti continued to cum.  After a few minutes, the intensity of her thrashing became gentler, more languid.  And Santa's tongue matched her, slowing down, becoming more languid.  Dominica watched, as a wave of muscle contractions moved visibly from patti's cunt, upward across her belly, wiggling her breasts, twitching her arms, her head moving from side to side as she moaned, happily, mindlessly.  Little by little, patti and Santa slowed, together, as patti's orgasms subsided.  Till Santa's face and tongue were still, and patti lay there, suspended in the harness, a huge smile on her blank, empty face.
 
patti's pussy juices, also laced with Dominica's mind control hormones, soaked into Santa's face... and dribbled on the carpet.  Mistress made a mental note to have patti suck the carpet clean, tomorrow.
 
"Kneel down, slave.  Down here, at My feet."  Santa pulled his face away from patti's cunt, crawled over to Dominica's boots.  "Down further.  Place your face between My toes, and touch your nose to the floor."  Blankly, Santa did as he was instructed.  Unconsciously, he pumped his hips ever so gently, consumed with lust in his deep, mind controlled trance.
 
"Now, Santa, I want you to listen carefully," Dominica said.  "All the rest of tonight, no matter where you are, no matter what you're doing...  Whenever you hear the phrase 'Santa is coming,' or 'Here comes Santa Claus' -- or ANYTHING about Santa and coming... you will cum.  You will orgasm.  In one brief, little spurt.  Every time.  You will cum.  Every time.  You will not remember these commands, or being hypnotized by me -- but you WILL obey these instructions.  I want your pants nice and drippy and wet with cum when you return to the North Pole.  Do you understand?"
 
Santa had trouble forming the words, but his voice managed to croak out, "Yes, Mistress."
 
"Good," replied Dominica.  "Now, about Me being on the Naughty list..."  She crouched down, Her mouth close to his ear, and ran a finger down the side of his face.  "Wouldn't you agree, your milk and cookies were nice?"
 
"Yes, Mistress," Santa whispered.  His eyes were still unfocused, his mind empty and obedient.
 
"There's no reason I can't be on BOTH lists, right?  Naughty AND Nice?"
 
A faint grin appeared on Santa's lips, as that idea took hold.  "Yes...  Naughty and Nice..."
 
"So, Santa... Let Me tell you what I want for Christmas."  Dominica leaned even closer, and whispered in Santa's ear.  He listened attentively, blank as his mind was, absorbing every detail.  Dominica looked intently at Santa's face, memorizing every detail, suppressing a giggle at how straggly his beard looked, still soaked in patti's drippings.
 
Dominica stood up, brushed one hand across Santa's forehead.  "You can do that for Me, tonight, right?  You're magical, right?"
 
"Yes, Mistress," Santa replied, still kneeling at Dominica's feet.
 
"Very well, My magical slave.  Forgetting everything, but obeying all My instructions...  When you awaken, you will not notice that I am here.  You will finish your visit, and leave, not remembering you were seen by anyone.  On the count of three, you will now wake up.  One, beginning to regain consciousness.  Two, becoming more aware of yourself.  And three, wide awake, Santa.  Stand up."
 
Santa blinked a moment, not sure how he'd gotten from the Christmas tree over to the middle of the living room.  He looked around, somehow missing the fact that MzDominica was standing right next to him.  Walking, a little stiffly, back to the tree, he picked up his sack, pulled out a few more packages, and placed them under the tree.  His hand brushed against a small lighted ornament depicting Santa in his sleigh, which suddenly started to play a few bars of an old Bing Crosby recording of "Here Comes Santa Claus, Right Down Santa Claus Lane."  Santa shivered a little, and felt his cock leap unexpectedly in his pants, and spurt.  Enjoying the experience, but a bit confused, Santa stood, pulled his sack closed, and started toward the chimney.
 
A beautiful voice seemed to come out of nowhere.  "Better keep that wet spot bundled up warm, Santa," it said sweetly.  "You wouldn't want to get frostbite."  Santa looked around a moment, then turned toward the fireplace again.
 
As he got into the fireplace, and began to rise back upward, Santa heard the voice one more time.  "Make sure it's red," the voice called out.  "And has a full tank of gas!"
 
--- Happy Christmas!  And to all, a Good Night! ---
 
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i was 16 when i first met my boyfriend he was 26 my parents hated him and rows were often very heated so one day we decided to run away and get a flat in the city my boyfriend steve was a bit of a dealer selling heroin coke etc though i never tried any he always wanted me to.

he said he'd set us up with a mate of his to get this flat so we packed some stuff together and ran into the night, i left mam a note telling her goodbye n  dont bother come looking for us.

we met leroy a black seedy man of around 40 in a backstreet pub he bought us some drinks then suggested we sleep at his place till morning when he would show us are flat. i felt really

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nervous and afraid at the way leroy kept looking at me  but we went with him .his place was really run down like a old drug den he said we.d after crash on the floor as it was only a bedsit and only had the one room and a bathroom so i sat on the sofa  he then said i was to try some heroin to make sure we were'nt coppers  i laughed and said im only 16 but he insisted  and the next thing i felt a prick in my arm and a warm sensation rushing through me. he then told steve to go and sell him some gear as the funds would  be short for tomorrow he gave him some bags and i felt scared when he left but the drugs were making me all foggy headed,i closed my eyes .

i jumped and opened my eyes when i felt my skirt being lifted i saw leroy naked pulling my panties down  i tried to speak to say stop but the words just came out mumbled i was powerless to resist as i felt him kiss me below steve and me only did it once and that was in a car him on top for around a minute' but  could feel leroys tongue pressing into me i squirmed on the seat

then felt the most powerful cum ever'

 leroy just laughed at me stood up and pulled me into  a sitting position he then said open wide my little white slut and pushed his smelly black cock into my mouth i gagged but he held my head and started to push it in.he then got on top of me and i felt him stretching me open he fucked me real fast and hurt me' i could feel him tearing into me opening me up as never before then i felt him shooting into me filling me up with his black come.He then climbed off me and called me a good little whore and fetched a needle and some more stuff for me i tried to say no but he said i was a good little whore and deserved it.i drifted in and out of sleep i remember steve coming home leroy told him to leave me there as i was wasted . i awoke to feel the sun coming through the window i looked around to see leroy sat smoking he smiled at me i said were was steve gone, dealing for me bitch came the harsh reply it dawned on me i was naked in his bed then i remembed him on me, was it him' steve' i couldnt think i felt between my legs i was all wet n sticky well someone had but who i wasnt sure.leroy stood up and asked me if id like my next fix

no thanks i replied , shut up silly little bitch he said coming over to me i felt really scared as he towered over me, when is steve coming home i asked ,soon bitch ,youll soon forget about him when you love this stuff .i felt the warm rush again as i drifted into a drugged sleep .the next few days were a blur i awoke shaking feeling really ill i was still naked in bed i needed drugs bad , my head hurt my arms felt like lead i though i was dying where was steve but more importantly were was leroy .i looked for my thing they were gone all my clothes were gone then i heared voices the door opened and in walked leroy and four massive black men i froze there were five black men in this tiny room and me all naked in bed . leroy spoke hi bitch need some stuff oh god yes please . he sat in the chair opposite me the blacks sat on his sofa here you are then bitch come n get it i said i couldnt find my clothes he laughed i sold them i gots to buy you all new ok .well bitch you want this ,please give it me i said come n get it , i stood up pulling the blanket around me and walked over to leroy past the men leroy stood to greet me, whack i felt him slap me real hard i fell to the floor stupid little bitch he shouted, i wondered what id done wrong dont ever dis my friends like that ever or ill kill you ok bitch 'ok ok i said no dareing to ask

now stand up,i climbed to my feet he pulled the blanked off me and threw it on the bed i stood there naked the men laughed.thats better he said and sat down sit here he said tapping his lap .

i sat knees together hands covering my tits ,now then wot would you like bitch said leroy,my stuff please laughter filled the room again,you know how much this stuff cost me bitch you got to earn it bitch take of you hands show my friends your lilly white little tities ,oh got i thought please leroy dont i said listen bitch when i ask you to do something you better do it or ill beat your ass ok , with that i lowered my hands i could feel my legs tremble as they all looked at me i jumped when i felt leroys hands on my legs pulling them wide please leroy no i said whack he hit me hard on the side of my head tears welled up and i let my legs open he pulled on my tit real hard

see bitch now your learning .He gave me my fix and i drifted then i jumped it was the door but the knocking felt so loud, leroy lifted me and placed me on the chair i let my legs fall open i didnt care i was to far gone then i heared steves voice i looked up , he looked in disbelief at me sat there naked like a whore with five black men in the room, what the! shut it whiteboy said leroy you in deep shit you been riping us off, no way said steve .one of  the black men stood up and said you better fuck off punk or ill kill you steves face went pale ok he said come on sara were leaving, no way said leroy i took her for the cash you owe anyway she likes it here she wants to stay dont you bitch all eyes were on me i looked at poor steve then leroy his eyes burned into me yes i said im staying leroy smiled steve turned and left slaming the door .leroy turned to me good bitch she like leroys black cock come her babe he said i looked up to see leroys cock hung out of his trouser i crawled across the floor and licked it taking him in my mouth ,fuck shit said one of the blacks id forgot they were there but the drug was working i didnt care i felt leroy tense up and grab the back of my head as he spewed his come in my mouth i gagged you best swallow all that bitch he said and i did with that they left i was a few hours when i awoke leroy wasnt there he came home later drunk and climbed in bed with me rolled ontop and slipped into me oh my god what am i doing i thought laid her with a black man as old as my father what could i do to get out of this i felt his hands lift my legs up god his cock was so big i felt my pussy being torn i moaned thats a good whore you like that big black cock up dont you ,yes i said feeling my pussy betray me. i  jumped he put his finger on my bumhole oh god your hurting i said as he pushed a finger into my bum  oh please stop please, shut it bitch you knows what youll get i takes what i want when ok said leroy i lay still gritting my teeth as the finger climbed so high i felt so full his cock so far up me then he shuddered i felt him come up me and roll off into a drunken stupor thank god i thought and slowly fell asleep.I awoke the next morning to feel the needle go in mmmm was all i could do as my eyes closed ,gots to go out bitch dont want you getting bored whilst i go said leroy  with that he left .i awoke late again as leroy came in again he'd been drinking againi watched him strip  fascinated by his soft cock how big it was and how black it was he came over to the bed and climbed in i felt nervous but excited my stomach all funny as he pulled my nipples hard and bit them i yelped roll over bitch i did laying on my tummy as i felt him climb on me i felt him at my pussy pushing in me, deeper ,deeper he went god how far could he go i thought he then lifted his weight of me and and started to fuck me i felt him reach round and rub my clit oh god i screamed im cumming i shuddered and collapsed biting the pillow as he ploughed into me .i again felt all his weight as he lowered back on to me squashing me into the bed he reached round removed his cock from me and i froze as he found my bumhole, please, please leroy it'll hurt so bad no please i said i thought how much pain his finger caused me but leroy ignored me as i felt his cock head push at my bumhole oh god ho god i screamed no no but suddenly with a plop he was in me i felt him withdraw then bang back in me i almost fainted,

 in out he went stretching me so bad i thought i was dying .i felt him cumming deep inside my bumhole then he rolled of me again , i cried myself to sleep the pain was so bad in my stomach . we awoke early the next day  leroy said get cleaned up bitch its shopping time i washed did my hair he cave me a old coat to wear and a old pair of trainers to put on.i pulled the coat on real tight feeling funny scared almost knowing i was naked underneath.We drove for about to minutes god he was in a nasty mood i said afraid to speak as we pulled outside a shop wait bitch he said , he came out with a bag and drove off arriving outside a flat he got out and i followed into the flat . we walked into the bedroom he threw the bag on the bed put those on and dont take all fucking day bitch i m busy ok'  he left i opened it and found some black stockings and suspenders i put them on then opened the door which leroy went through i looked into the room there was leroy with a black man really fat and ugly i felt disgust as he smiled at me you trained her well he said to leroy  ye she loves my black meat said leroy smiling come her bitch i walked over to leroy looking at the floor all the time unable to look at them.i yelped as leroy slapped my tits real hard both men laughed. i owe mick some money for the drugs you been having baby said leroy but i skint babe, but kind ol mick here says  you can work it off and if you real good he take care of that little habit of yours so i agree he can have you for a week ok now be good for ol mick if he gots to call me round ill kill your ass girl ok.leroy left i felt sick stood in front of this black man all fat and ugly in just black stocking and suspenders ,well well girly i know i got to taste you since that day i seen you at leroys place, leroys to stupid to keep you all to himself now kneel bitch i gots someone for you to meet .i knelt in front of mick trembling as he removed his shorts to reveal  the biggest thing i ever saw it was so big and as thick as my hand oh my god i cant i thought not that ,you gonna love mr black hey girl he said as he pushed it towards my mouth .i opened but all i could get it was the head of his massive black cock but i licked it he seemed to like it ,lay down for me girl he said , i rolled onto my back for him feeling really scared of him as he got between my legs, dont worry baby mick wont hurt you youll love this he said as he placed it at my hole and rubbed it all round my entrance i could feel my juices start to flow ,good girl see said mick you like it all ready and you gonna need plenty juice baby .

i felt micks massive black cock start to slide in me slowly oh my god i thought as that massive head opened me wider that i thought possible inch by inch he crept into me till i thought i was gonna burst , there you see you got it all baby said mick now isnt that nice being full black cock oh god i said its so nice i love black cock, dont worry baby i make sure this week you get that pretty little white pussy used by lots of black cocks you like that girl said mick oh yes i said as i started to cum on that massive cock, easy girl said mick but it was too late as i flung my arms around his neck i came and mick hadnt moved it was being so full and opened by that black cock that made me cum. Mick slowly pulled out halfway before plunging into me again put your legs up girl he said i bent my knees placing my stocking covered feet on the floor as he ploughed into me higher babe he said as i felt him grab me behind my knees and spread my legs wide up over his shoulders this left me open for his onslaught as he continued to fuck me hard oh god it hurt but good as i felt my pussy being torn and then bang as i came screaming fuck me fuck me shove that black cock in me , mick smiled and got off me and sat on the sofa come here girl he said stroking his cock i went to suck him but he grabbed me by the bum and made me climb ontop of him ,slowly i lowered myself onto him until i sat on him full of all his black cock stay there baby dont move said mick as he picked up his phone and dialled .

hiya winston hows tricks my man he said down the phoneline guess what i got here man leroys white bitch ,ye man and she lovin my black cock aint you bitch tell him how much you love it he said pushing the phone to my ear ,i love it i said i love his black cock ,tell him why you love it said mick, because it so big and thick ,tell him what you doing right now ,sitting on it im so full i said , mick took the phone laughing now move that ass bitch up and down he said i started to move up and down on micks cock nice and slow slowly building up speed as i felt myself nearing another orgasm as mick talked on the phone ,yes shes so hot man loves it ,ye ok man get the boys ,ok  ,ye one week ok ,about ten minutes see you with that he dropped the phone and grabbed hold of my waist to hold me as we both came . i grabbed hold of him as i stopped ,my pussy tingled, god girl you sweet he said i climbed of him hearing a plop as he slid out of me i sat next to himas he got me my fix ready you want this he said oh please yes so bad i said ok clean me my black cock it's all spunky come and suck me clean so i knelt in front of him opened my mouth and sucked it clean good girl said mick who then proceded to inject me full of the heroin i needed . i landed on the floor eyes closed when mick stood up i just lay there  i could'nt move as it flowed around my body, mick grabbed my arms and lifted me up carrying me to the bedroom and tossed me onto the bed .the next thing i was awoken by voices and then the door opened in walked mick with  three black men hiya babe you awake now said mick  time for you to earn me my money bitch and if your good ill let you love my black cock later with that he left . i looked up to see the blacks stripping they were smiling saying how they were gonna show this white bitch .Then i felt the bed sink as they got on and a hand went to my pussy and tits and a black cock was put in my mouth god mick was right said one look how she sucks that . i felt a black climb onto me and slip in real easy and start pumping his cock into me hey steady man we gots to get our moneys worth said the other ,ye right he said and climbed off me and lay on his back come here babe he said i released the cock in my mouth and climbed ontop and put his cock in me, the other guy came in front of me lifted my head ,i opened and took his cock in my mouth the other went round the back of me and i felt him push into my pussy i came as i felt pain in me as two cocks tore into me we stayed coupled like that for a minute or two, two cocks inside my stretched pussy,he then withdrew and i felt him pushing his cock into my bum as the cock in my pussy started to push faster into me i dropped the cock out of my mouth and dipped my head as i shuddered all over and started to moan as he sunk deeper into my bumhole ,both cocks filling me like never before i came again screaming throwing my head back only to recieve a black cock at my lips ,i opened and hungrily took the cock in my mouth as i felt the cock in my bum spew cum into me mmmm mmmm was all i could say as i then felt black cum spurting down my throat i gagged as i swallowed .The two blacks layed on the bed beside me as i was rolled onto my back they both took a leg and pulled them up into the air, come on boy fuck this white pussy snarled one of the men and the other climbed onto me inserting his cock deep into me . It did'nt take long for him to bury his seed inside me . i lay all alone listening to the men downstairs laughing with mick they were all drinking i wondered what they were saying about me .an hour or two passed when i heared the door open it was mick ,you been a good girl earned mick plenty of cash so heres your reward babe said mick pushing more heroin into my body ,i drifted feeling happy as mick stripped off  then i felt him enter my sore and bruised pussy but i was to far gone to care .the following week i took more heroin and black cocks than i care to remember my body felt week my ass and pussy was so sore i could'nt touch them.mick came to my room as i lay there legs wide open my pussy leaked cum ,hiya  baby looks whos come to see you girl tell leroy how good you been ,i looked up and through my foggy eyes i saw leroy smiling at me ,wow bitch seems like you got to enjoy your week then said leroy i smiled and said mmmm, leroy then asked if i wanted to come home with him, no i said i like it here with mick he gives me what i need mick laughed bitch said leroy as he stormed out of the room mick walked over to me and put his hand on my pussy ,white girl loves that pretty pussy fucking by lots of black cocks does'nt she he said inserting two fingers into my sloppy spunk filled pussy mmmm i said i love it so much mick ,good girl thats my good girl he said as he put those fingers in my mouth ill get you your fix girl ok mmm please please i need it so bad i said yes youll need it tonight baby we's having a party ok ,oh god i murmered as the liquid flowed through my veins i opened my eyes as i felt the bed move with the weight of all those blacks so many black bodies mmmm so much black cock                              

                                          and thats how i became a black cock whore

One Year at a Time

jessicablank on Mind Control Stories

One Year at a Time
-- by jessicablank

Everybody stared at the two gorgeous blonde women strolling casually along the beach.  Not because they were holding hands.  It's not that unusual for women to hold hands when they're walking together, especially when they're friends, or -- like these two -- sisters.  Not because they were beautiful.  Though they were beautiful -- both in their early twenties, skin so tight and smooth, taught bellies, breasts high and firm, with just a hint of a jiggle as they walked.  Not even because they were rich and famous.  Though they were rich -- and, therefore, at least just a little bit famous.

No, it was because they were twins.  Identical, in every feature.  Their hair, their eyes, the shapes of their bodies. 

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They even walked in unison -- left foot, a bit of a pause, right foot, a tilt of the hips.  Dressed in identical thongs -- bottoms only, as this was a tops-optional beach on the Mediterranean -- just little wisps of shimmering, sky blue cloth.  They presented such a perfect double image that some people who wore glasses, took them off and checked, to make sure nothing was out of alignment.

Yet there was something...  Was the one twin's thong just a little bit tighter?  Outlining the lips of her barely-hidden pussy just a little more than her sister's?  Her gaze, a little more straight-ahead and unfocused? -- while her sister's attention wandered from the warm ocean, to the sand, to the people ahead, to the children playing, to her twin's face, then out to the horizon.

With twins, they say, there is always a dominant one -- the leader, that the other twin goes along with, agrees to, matches.  Often, it's the firstborn of the two -- but not always.  With Cindy and Linda, this was true -- but not for the usual reasons.

They continued their walk, at a leisurely pace, the late afternoon sun at their backs.  With every step, Cindy's tight thong tugged on the hidden circlet that ringed her clitoris.  Left foot, a bit of a pause, right foot, a tilt of the hips.  Tug... pause... tug... a rub against the cloth of her thong.  So gentle.  So impossible to ignore.  The little marble sewn into the inside of the back of her thong pressed against her anus, teasing with every step.  Tap, a bit of a pause, tap, glide.  So impossible to think.  Just follow her sister Linda's steps, let her hand gently guide their direction.  The shimmering blue cloth disguised the spot of wetness continually dribbling from her pussy.  Her nipples were taut, jutting out, continually aching.  So were Linda's nipples -- but the cause was different.

Linda guided her twin as they walked along the edge of the water, listening to the barely-suppressed panting that was Cindy's breathing.  She knew that with every step, every shift of position, Cindy was being stimulated repeatedly, relentlessly.  Linda looked around, enjoying the delightful view of the sky, the ocean, the nearly-naked bodies -- many beautiful, many not so beautiful.  She knew people stared at them.  It excited her.  Even more exciting that they had no idea of the power she held over Cindy.  The power they agreed would last a year.  And that year was coming to an end.

They reached the gate to the private stairway, leading up to their beach house.  Linda let go of Cindy's hand, and unhooked the tiny key ring attached to the right strap of her own thong.  She opened the gate, led the panting Cindy through, then closed and locked the gate.  Step by gentle step, they ascended the long stairway, all of wood painted a light blue, but weathered by years in the sun and wind.  At the top, Linda unlocked the door, again led Cindy through, closed and locked the door.

Once inside, Cindy immediately dropped to the floor on her hands and knees, and crawled alongside her sister.  Her eyes were still unfocused, her mind barely aware of where she was -- only that she was next to her sister.  Her mistress.  Her owner.

Poor little rich girls, Cindy and Linda.  Daddy passed away when they were only two, not even a memory in their heads, known only by his appearance in the family photos, and the big portrait hanging over the fireplace mantle back home, in the family mansion.  Mama had no time for them, being always away on some trip, whether for one of her many charitable causes or just on a vacation.  Taking babies along would have been inconvenient.  And by the time the girls were older, Mama had not acquired the habit of thinking about them as traveling companions.  Raised by nannies, educated at boarding schools, as the girls entered adulthood they were entirely independent of all family ties.  Except, of course, money.  Something they never had to worry about.

Finding something interesting to do -- that was another matter.

They had played little "follow the leader" games all their lives.  Somewhere along the line, as emerging grown-ups, the games became subtly more and more sexual.  Going out with boys -- or girls -- and switching dates.  Daring each other to push the envelope just a little bit farther, try more outlandish things.  Each watching the other having sex, in a hotel or car.  Exchanging partners.  Playing with each other, while their dates watched, or screwed them from behind.  Some experiments with bondage and discipline.  With hypnosis, mind control.  They both decided they liked that -- a lot.  They played little dominance games with each other more and more.  Sometimes Cindy was the mistress, sometimes Linda.

Then they hit on the idea of "the agreement."

For one year, one of them would be the dominant partner, the other the submissive.  For a full twelve months, one of them would be mistress, the other slave.  At the end of the year, they would switch.  A game of "spin the dildo" decided that they would start out with Cindy as the slave, Linda as the mistress.

Today was the anniversary.  The last day of the year.  Time to exchange places.

Linda led Cindy to her usual "slave cell" -- the shower stall in the bathroom.  "Stand up," Linda said.  Still not quite sure where she was, Cindy stood, and let Linda guide her through the door of the stall, and position her facing the shower head.  Linda lifted Cindy's left arm above her head, and attached the wrist cuff that dangled from a chain in the ceiling, then did the same with her right arm.  Then she reached inside Cindy's thong, and unhooked the clit circlet from the string that attached it to the swimsuit.  Cindy's legs shook with the brief stimulation of her clit.  Linda gently tugged the thong down Cindy's long, smooth legs.  A tap of Linda's finger to the back of Cindy's left knee signaled Cindy to lift her foot, so Linda could pull the suit off that leg, and then a tap to her foot made the slave set her foot down again.  Repeating with the right leg, Linda removed Cindy's thong, and set it aside on the counter top.  A tap to the inside of each thigh signaled Cindy to shift her stance, so her legs were spread in a wide inverted "V", allowing Linda to attach the ankle cuffs to the slave's legs.  Linda then walked out of the bathroom, leaving Cindy chained in the shower stall.

The bathroom held many ways for Linda to play with her slave.  Racks of dildos, in a variety of sizes, shapes, and degrees of "bumpiness."  An enema bag -- a very large one -- with a long tube, and a collection of nozzles, also in various sizes.  Scented oils and lubricants for the skin.  Special lubricants for the vagina, the rectum -- some with stimulating or aphrodisiac qualities.  That was the "low tech" part.

There was a waterproof TV screen in the wall, directly in front of Cindy's eyes.  In a few moments, it came to life, with Linda's face looking out at Cindy.  The camera and a small control station were in the living room of the beach house, next to a big TV where Linda could watch her sister from a dozen different angles, through cameras all over inside the bathroom.

"Pee," Linda commanded.  The sound of her voice penetrated the fog that engulfed Cindy's mind, and she mindlessly released everything inside her bladder.  As soon as Cindy was finished, Linda pressed a control on her console, and the shower came on, rinsing Cindy down with a gentle spray of water at body temperature.  Another touch of a control, and the spray stopped.

"Slave Cindy," Linda said.  "Slave Cindy... slave Cindy... slave Cindy..."  Those words always triggered Cindy to go deeper and deeper into hypnosis, enslaved to Linda's voice, wiping all thoughts from her mind.  "That's right... feel your mind going...  You're so horny, aren't you, Cindy?  Say yes."

Cindy was so deep, she couldn't even answer without a direct command to do so.  "Yes," she said.  Linda watched through a waist-high camera as Cindy's hips bucked forward.  She pressed another control, and a well-aimed jet of water briefly shot out of the wall, directly at Cindy's clit.  The slave shuddered, her knees buckling slightly.

"It's been almost a year, slave Cindy... slave Cindy... slave Cindy..." Linda intoned.  She pressed another control, and little blasts of air played over Cindy's breasts, caressing her nipples.  "And I've been preparing you," Linda said.  "How long has it been, since I last let you cum?  Do you even remember?  How long?  Try to tell me."

It was so hard for Cindy to think.  She wanted to cum, so badly.  Constantly stroked, stimulated, brainwashed, she could feel herself always on the brink, right there at the edge.  Another jet of air, this time aimed at her clit, coincided with Linda's repeated command, "How long?"

"A week?" Cindy murmured.  So hard to form the words.  Her thoughts were so fuzzy, she was not entirely sure what a week was.  It was all that she could bring to mind.

"Six weeks," replied Linda.  "Six long weeks, I've been playing with you.  Preparing you for this day.  Having you lick ME to orgasm... orgasm... orgasm..."

Cindy pulled at the wrist cuffs, helplessly stimulated by the trigger word, still unable to cross over that edge.

"Over and over and over again," Linda continued, watching Cindy's face grimace with unsatisfied lust.  "While you could not cum... you cannot cum... you cannot cum..."  Linda smiled, as Cindy's shivering combined with her bucking hips into a delightful erotic dance.  "Today is the final day, where I am mistress and you are slave.  Remember our agreement?  Nod your head."

Cindy's head nodded.  She wasn't sure why.  Had she been asked a question?

"But if I'm not your mistress, I won't be able to command you to cum," Linda cajoled.  Through a camera at face height, Linda could see Cindy's jaw drop, and her eyes go wide.  "If I'm not your mistress, I won't allow you to cum."

Linda could see Cindy's lips mouthing the words, "No... no... no...," although no sounds came out.  A pretty extreme reaction, considering that Cindy's conditioning had made it almost impossible for her to say the "N" word!

"If you agree to let me be your mistress for another year, I will let you cum," Linda said.  "I will let you cum and cum and cum!  Would you like that, Cindy?"  Now Linda waited.  Not even a command to say yes -- just to see how intense her slave's desire was.

Cindy nodded her head, eyes wide and pleading -- actually staring at the TV screen like she was aware of it!

"Then you must agree.  Will you let me be your mistress for another year, Cindy?  If you say yes, I will let you cum."  Again, Linda waited.  The final test.

Cindy's mouth worked open and closed for a few moments.  So hard to think.  So hard to answer, without being commanded to answer.  She hung, slackly, from her wrist cuffs, all energy directed at trying to speak.  The first syllable came out soundlessly.  She gulped, and finally, plaintively, Cindy managed to answer, "Yes, please be my mistress!"

"Cum!" Linda immediately commanded.  "Cum now!  Cum, slave Cindy!  Cum!  Cum!  Cum!"

On each command, Cindy's body clenched, as the waves of her orgasms took over, rolling from deep inside her belly, outward through her torso, arms, and legs.  All the chains pulled tight as her muscles yanked them taut, drawing them to their limits.  Her clit swelled inside the circlet -- pulsing, pulsing, pulsing -- and her cunt spilled juices down her legs and onto the shower floor.  She continued to hear Linda's voice commanding her to "cum... cum... cum..." -- unaware that it was now a recording that Linda had started, so she was free to walk to the kitchen, make a cup of tea, and return to the living room to watch her sister quaking in the throes of repeating, intense orgasms.

Linda sat down on the sofa, legs crossed -- so she could squeeze them together and gently stimulate her own clit -- and sipped her tea, enjoying the little moans coming from the TV speakers.  She wondered if Cindy had any realization how many years it had been, since they first made their agreement.

That she had agreed again, and again, to be the slave for one more year?

Year after year.

One year at a time.

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Mountains of Rubber: Chapter 1, Arrival

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Mountains of Rubber:  Chapter 1, Arrival
-- by jessicablank
 
Dan walked up to the cafe, found an outside table, and sat down.  It was early summer, a pleasantly warm day with a beautiful, clear blue sky.  He looked comfortable, cool, and relaxed in the loose, cotton shirt and pants, and the slip-on brown loafers.  The big smile on his face caught the waiter's attention immediately.
 
"Good afternoon," the waiter said.  "I'm Raoul, your server for this afternoon.  Can I get you something to drink?"
 
"Somebody's going to be joining me, shortly," Dan replied.  His left knee was bouncing.  "I'll have a glass of Chablis."
 
"Very good.  I'll be back in a minute with
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your drink, and two menus."
 
Inwardly, Dan was very excited.  He was about 15 minutes early.  But he didn't dare to be late.  Looking around the outdoor dining area, he absently removed the strap from his shoulder, and set the small briefcase sized handbag on the ground.  Under his loose cotton pants, the tight panty hose reminded him -- every moment -- of why he was here.  He was meeting MzDominica, for a full weekend session.
 
Dan thought about how he had become more and more obsessed with Mistress Dominica.  How, after meeting her -- in this very cafe -- he had found her website, began listening to her hypnotic recordings, began corresponding with her.  Little by little, "Daniella" had emerged, as Dan's female alter-ego, becoming stronger and stronger with every passing day.  Just thinking about it made Dan's breasts ache.  Did they really jiggle, as much as they felt?  Dan felt himself drifting into Daniella, moment by moment, feeling just a little too warm, even under the umbrella that shaded the table.
 
"Your Chablis, Madame."
 
Huh?  Did Dan hear that correctly?  He looked up just in time to see the waiter hustling away.  On the table was a wine glass, a glass of water, and two copies of the menu.  Dan reached forward to pick up one menu, and felt a puff of air at the back of his neck.  It felt so good!  Daniella's eyes closed, and her nipples felt so hard!
 
"Hello, my little latex pet."  Dominica's voice came from behind Dan's head.
 
For a moment, Dan wasn't sure whether he heard her with his ears, or inside his head, as he had begun to hear her voice every minute of the day.  Suddenly realizing it was Dominica's actual voice, Dan felt a growing compulsion to kneel at her feet.  Reflexively, he started to get out of the chair.
 
"Stay, pet," Dominica whispered.  She strode magnificently around from behind Dan, and slide gracefully into the chair next to him.  "Just on time, I see."  Her beautiful green eyes stared into his, then looked down at the watch on his left wrist.  His eyes followed hers, and caught sight of the time on his watch.  Had he really been here for 20 minutes?  Dan looked back up into her eyes.  They seemed to spin.  He felt dizzy.
 
The waiter returned, asking if he could bring Dominica something.  Dan saw her lips move, ordering something, but was scarcely aware of what she was saying.  Until she began speaking to him again.
 
"Are you ready, my pet?  Bag all packed?"
 
It took a moment for Dan to find his voice.  "Yes, Mistress," he replied.  There wasn't really much in the bag -- some minor toiletries like a toothbrush and shampoo.  MzDominica had made it clear he wouldn't be needing much in the way of clothes.
 
"Good girl," she said, smiling.
 
Dan felt a little embarrassed, wondering if anyone at a nearby table could hear.  The waiter returned with an Irish coffee for MzDominica, and they spoke again for a moment.  Dan was feeling more and more lightheaded.  The waiter departed.  Dominica opened her purse, and pulled out a single, black rubber glove.
 
"You remember this, don't you?"  She held up the glove by the cuff, letting the fingers dangle downward toward the table.  As she let it gently swing back and forth, back and forth, Dan could see it catch the afternoon light, and reflect it into his eyes.  Back and forth...  back and forth...  "Back and forth," she said.  "So shiny...  It makes you sleepier and sleepier, doesn't it, Daniella?  Can you smell the rubber, Daniella?"
 
Dan... Daniella...  rubber slave could smell the wonderful latex glove.  That deep, bittersweet scent that caressed the back of her head.  Swinging back and forth in her Mistress' hand, so shiny and smooth.  Dominica continued swinging her hand back and forth as she began to pull the glove onto her hand.  Back and forth.  "Back and forth," she whispered.  "So shiny.  Now, pick up your wine glass, Daniella."
 
Daniella picked up the glass.  It was still full -- she'd been drifting so much, she hadn't even taken a sip, yet.
 
"That's right, Daniella.  Now I want you to drink you wine.  Slowly.  Take your time, while you watch my beautiful latex glove swing back and forth, back and forth."  Dominica continued to gently swing her hand, while her other hand lifted the coffee mug, and she took sips from it.  "Good girl.  Now set the glass down."
 
Daniella hadn't even realized the glass was empty.  She smiled -- almost giggled -- and set it carefully down on the table, then looked back at Mistress' glove.
 
"Watch my glove, as I swing it back and forth...  As I move it lower... lower... and set it on the table.  You are dropping into a deep sleep, now.  But your eyes remain open.  Put your hand on the table, Daniella.  Near mine."
 
Feeling so fuzzy and warm, Daniella placed her hand near Dominica's, palm downward, just like her Mistress'.  She was unable to think of what else to do.
 
"Reach out to me, my pet.  Touch the tips of your fingers to mine."
 
Daniella's hand moved forward, as if in a dream, until her fingers just touched Dominica's rubber-covered hand.
 
"Good girl."  Daniella's nipples tingled when Dominica said that.  "Now, watch, Daniella.  Watch the shiny black latex, as it spreads from my fingers to yours.  It spreads over your fingers... up your arm... covering you with shiny rubber... rubber... rubber..."
 
The slave watched, as the latex seemed to flow, from Dominica's fingers to hers.  Like liquid latex.  Like something alive.
 
"Up over your shoulder, and across your chest.  Across your back, and down your other arm, and your hand.  It spreads and covers your torso.  Down to your hips, down your thighs.  Between your legs.  Covering your wet, throbbing pussy.  And down your calves, covering your feet.  It covers your breasts, so tight, because they're getting so much larger now.  The latex squeezes your swollen tits, right at the base, making them swell out, like huge balloons."
 
Daniella's breasts began to ache.  She wanted her nipples touched -- stroked, sucked, squeezed, pinched -- anything!  But they were hidden, under the thick, black coating of latex.
 
"Feel the rubber rise up your neck, up over the back of your head, around your face -- leaving just your eyes and your mouth and your nose uncovered.  It covers your ears -- you hear nothing, except my Voice.  You are covered completely, now, Daniella.  Covered in my black rubber suit.  Feel it!"
 
Daniella felt the rubber all over her body, so exciting.  Suddenly, she realized she was out in public, completely encased in black rubber.  She'd never been "dressed" before, out in plain view, where everybody could see.  She looked around from table to table, certain that everyone was looking at her -- if not plainly staring, then sneaking covert glances at her latex-coated body.  A sense of panic began to set in, and her eyes went wide.
 
"Shhhh, little girl," Dominica said.  "It's going to be all right.  You're perfectly safe.  Relax...  Relax...  Feel the wine spreading inside you, calming you, helping you to let all those inhibitions go...  Feel the black rubber suit tight around you.  Can you feel it?"
 
Daniella nodded, mind too empty to respond with words.
 
"Good, little girl.  Now, are you ready for our weekend?"
 
Daniella nodded again.  Inside the rubber suit, her pussy suddenly began throbbing with need.
 
"Good girl," Dominica replied.  "Now, pick up your overnight bag.  Stand up, and follow me to my car."  Dominica stood, and began walking away, fully certain that Daniella would be close behind her.  She walked gracefully to a mini-van, clicked a remote control, and opened the door, just as Daniella arrived next to her.  "Get in, my pet," she commanded.  "And buckle up -- we have a long drive ahead of us."
 
Daniella sat down, first placing her shiny latex bottom on the seat, then daintily turning and pulling her legs inside the car.  Somehow, the brown loafers had disappeared, and been replaced with shiny, patent-leather ballet boots.  Only Daniella's toes touched the car floor, making her knees seem too high next to the glove compartment.  The thought of gloves sent her thoughts back to what she had just seen, a few minutes ago, as her Mistress' rubber glove had spread and covered her body.  She began to shake with the lust that was building up in her pussy, her breasts.  She hardly noticed when Dominica closed the door, walked around, and sat down in the driver's seat.
 
"Daniellaaaaaa!"  Dominica called.  Gently.  Breathily.  The slave's mind emptied of all other thoughts, her attention now only on MzDominica.  Feeling like she was moving in slow motion, Daniella turned her head to look at her Mistress, so focused, awaiting her next command.
 
"I have something for you."  Dominica held out her hand.  In it was a thick, black rubber dildo.  "We have a long car trip ahead of us, so I want to keep you busy during the drive."  She gestured with the dildo.  "Take it," she said.  Daniella reached out her right hand, and grasped the rubber shaft.  It felt hard and soft at the same time.  The scent of rubber made Daniella feel even more fuzzy and lightheaded.  "I want you to start rubbing that dildo, with your right hand.  Every stroke on the shaft, you will feel inside your pussy.  Every rub on the tip, you will feel on your clit.  Go ahead, stroke it!"
 
Daniella began to run her rubber-covered thumb and fingers over the shaft.  The sensation in her pussy felt so good!
 
"That's right, keep rubbing it," Dominica commanded.  "You will not be able to cum.  But you will bring yourself right to the edge, over and over and over -- all through our car trip.  Do you understand?"
 
"Yes, Mistress."  Daniella almost surprised herself, that she was able to speak -- even though it was no more than a throaty whisper.
 
"You are to look only at me, the entire time.  Look only at me.  Gaze at my eyes.  My face.  My body.  You will not be able to look away, the entire trip.  Just keep stroking your dildo, and gazing at me."
 
"Yes, Mistress," Daniella whispered.  Her mind felt even emptier, farther away, quieter.  Rubbing the dildo felt so very nice.  She couldn't imagine stopping.
 
"Every bump, every jiggle, every swerve of the car, makes your nipples ache.  Pushes you closer and closer to cumming -- which you can never do without my permission.  Keep stroking that dildo, Daniella.  Doesn't it feel nice?"
 
"Yes... soooo nice."  Daniella's jaw hung slackly open, and she was drooling now.  The dildo felt so good.  She traced a fingernail down and up the underside, down and up -- and could feel the edge of her fingernail deep insider her cunt, stroking.  Her thumb made little circles around and around the tip, and every circular stroke around her clit made her feel so aroused... so dizzy...  She felt the car roll over a bump, and the back of her mind realized they had been driving for some time.  Nothing mattered, except stroking the dildo, feeling the lovely bumps caress her nipples, and watching her Mistress' beautiful face.  Every once in a while, MzDominica would look over at her, smile -- and the whole universe seemed to revolve around her Mistress' deep, swirling, green eyes.  Green eyes...  Green eyes...
 
Daniella seemed to hear the ocean, washing around her as she gazed into Mistress' beautiful green eyes.  Her skin was all tingly, constantly caressed by the black rubber suit.  The dildo in her right hand...  What was she doing with her left?  It lay there, unmoving.  Oh, but she knew where it would feel sooo good!  The rubber slave lifted her hand, and began to caress her nipples.  First the left, then the right...
 
"Ah-ah-ahhhh!  My little rubber slut!"  Dominica commanded.  "Put that hand down.  It feels so heavy.  Like a boulder is attached to it.  So heavy."
 
Daniella's left hand dropped, palm upward, against her left thigh.
 
"That's right, rubber slave.  Your nipples are only to be caressed by the movement of the car.  Crave for more, my little pet.  Crave for me to pinch them.  They ache so much."
 
Deep in trance, Daniella moaned.  Her head was full of the ocean waves.  They seemed to roll from one ear to the other, and back, and somehow stroked her aching nipples -- but never enough!
 
The car jiggled and swerved.  Daniella could feel herself swaying toward the door, her breasts gently squeezed by the motion.  Then swerving the other way, she felt herself drawn toward Dominica, like a magnet.  Like her nipples were magnetized, yearning to contact her Mistress' shoulder, her arm, her hands, her beautifully-manicured fingers.  With those nice, deep red fingernails.  Daniella was becoming lost in the shiny highlights of Mistress' fingernails, as they moved back and forth on the steering wheel.  Away, then closer again, in a big arc.  Then away again.  Every time they came closer, Daniella's nipples felt that magnetic draw.
 
"So shiny, aren't they, my pet?" Dominica teased.  "Shiny and deep, deep red.  So very deep.  Rub your dildo, babi, and lose yourself in my deep, red fingernails.  You're feeling so very warm.  You want them on your nipples, don't you?  You want them in your mouth.  You want to kiss them...  But you cannot move.  You're frozen.  Frozen.  Only your right hand moves, rubbing your dildo.  Up and down.  Up and down.  Around and around the tip."
 
Daniella didn't realize how hard she was panting.  She felt so fuzzy and dizzy and hot.  Her cunt was dripping, like the ocean.  Her head was an ocean.  Her eyes closed -- she couldn't help it.  They wanted to stay open.  She wanted to watch Mistress' shiny red fingernails.  But her eyes closed, rolling up in her head.  When they opened again, she found herself gazing straight into Dominica's green eyes.  Mistress had a wry grin on her face.  She looked forward again, continuing to drive.  Daniella stroked, stroked.  Oh, so good!
 
Suddenly, Daniella's ears popped!  The sounds of the ocean vanished.  She was too deep in trance to realize what that meant, or to notice that the car continued to swerve gently up and up the mountain road.  Higher and higher.  Green pine trees were everywhere, giving a green background to Dominica's green eyes.  Daniella slipped further into trance.  So quiet.  Green everywhere.  Mind so empty.  Green eyes.  Dildo.  Rubber.  Rubber.  Rubbing.  Rubbing.  Rubbing.  Green.  Eyes.  Dominica.
 
The car came to a gentle stop.  Dominica set the parking brake, turned off the engine.  Shifted a little to look appreciatively at her deeply entranced slave.  Eyes unfocused.  Hand making gentle strokes and squeezes on the black rubber dildo, little circles around the tip.  She reached her right hand out to the slave's left cheek, and gently ran a finger from her temple down to her chin.  Daniella moaned, and her stomach clenched with desire.  "We're here, my pet.  Time to wake up, now.  Slowly... slowly... Take your time.  You've been very deep for me.  Mmmmmm, so deep.  Time to come up, now, my hypnotized slave.  Open your eyes.  Look at me."
 
Daniella's eyes focused.  Her whole world was MzDominica's face.
 
"Good girl.  Now, look around.  Look outside the car."
 
Looking out the windshield, the slave could see pine trees, all around.  The mountains.  They were in the mountains.  Behind Dominica, not so very far away, Daniella could see a small house.  Brown, with a green roof, and a porch with a wooden railing surrounding it.
 
"Welcome to my mountain cabin, slave.  You and I are going to have such a VERY good time!"
 
*          *          *          *          *        *
 
As MzDominica opened the door and got out of the van, Dan felt his male persona emerging again.  Still a bit disoriented, he looked at his hands, his legs.  The loose, cotton clothes he'd been wearing were back -- though there was a wide wet spot in the crotch of his pants, around his cock, which was still rigid and extremely sensitive.  He was surprised to find the black rubber dildo was still in his right hand.  He realized he'd been uncertain whether that had actually been real, or just part of his deep trance.  Experimentally, he ran his thumb around the tip, and got an even bigger surprise when he could feel the sensation on the tip of his own cock.
 
"Get out NOW, slave!" Dominica commanded.  She was still smiling, enjoying the power she had over him -- but the look in her eyes made it very clear to Dan he'd better get moving.
 
Not sure what else to do, Dan quickly stuffed the dildo into his right pocket -- a tight fit, as it was plenty large.  He fumbled a moment, looking for the door latch, opened the door, and quickly slid out of the seat.  Dan almost fell to the ground, though, because his legs felt weak and numb.  He looked up at Mistress, forgot what he was doing, and fell to his knees, onto the soft ground.  He felt so stupid and clumsy, and confused, and wanted to beg forgiveness, and...
 
"Stand up, slave," Mistress said.  "Get the bags and bring them in.  Mine are in the back."  Dominica walked away, toward the cabin, to open up.  In the late afternoon light, she looked so delicious, walking, her hips gently swaying, her gorgeous boots so shiny...
 
Dan realized he actually was standing there with his mouth open and drooling.  Get moving.  Get moving.  Mistress commands!
 
He grabbed his own little overnight case from the front, then walked around and opened the back door of the van.  Three big suitcases!  Okay, he had no idea what might be in all that luggage, though Mistress was likely to be clothed more than he was.  Dan picked up one case, and hastily trotted up behind MzDominica, just as she was opening the door to the cabin.  She walked in first, letting the screen door close behind her -- just as if Dan wasn't even there.  Well, of course, she was the Mistress!  Hands full, Dan worried that maybe, just maybe, he'd been expected to drop the suitcases and hold the door open for her.  Only here two minutes, and already he'd made a complete idiot of himself!
 
Dan shifted the handle of the overnight bag, pulled open the door, and followed Dominica inside.  She turned around to face him.
 
Dan held his breath.
 
She looked at him a moment.  He felt so small.  She raised her hand, up, up... then pointed at a door to his left, near the front of the cabin.  "That room is mine," she said.  Then she pointed to another door, farther toward the back.  "And that room is yours.  One of my suitcases is heavier than the others.  That goes in your room -- but you are not to open it, until I say so."  She turned toward his right, and walked into the living room.
 
Dan's eyes couldn't help following her, his mind going blank.  He shook his head, and opened the door to his left.  Inside was a big four-poster bed, with an elaborate quilt on top.  Dan didn't dare spend any time staring around the room, but set the suitcase down on the floor by the bed, then walked out, turned, and went to the other door.  There was another four-poster bed, which surprised him a little.  Then he noticed the little pallet on the floor.  His cock gave a tiny leap in his wet pants as he realized this was very likely where he would be sleeping -- which made him wonder what the second big bed was for.  He set his overnight bag down next to the pallet, then briskly trotted back to the van for the other two suitcases.
 
One WAS heavier than the other -- a LOT heavier.  Dan wondered what might be inside that weighed so much.  Chains?  Whatever, he pulled it out, set it down, and closed up the van.  It was getting dark, now.  He lugged the two mismatched weights into the cabin, setting the lighter one in Dominica's room, the heavier one in his.
 
Unsure what to do next, Dan walked out of his room, where he could see Mistress talking on her cell phone, the room lighted by a couple of lamps in the corners.  She saw him, standing at the edge of the living room, which also had a small dining table, and glanced up at him.  While continuing to talk, she snapped her finger and pointed at the floor at her feet.  Dan took the hint.  He dropped to the floor, and crawled to her side, where he brought his head to within inches of her booted feet.  He bowed his head till his forehead touched the floor, awaiting further instructions.
 
She was repeating the address, and confirming an order.  "That's right, cut up into little bite-sized chunks."  A pause.  "Yes, something like that.  A pet, anyway."  Another pause.  "Okay, thank you.  Goodbye."  Dominica looked down at Dan, smiling.  "They wanted to know if I had a cat.  If they only knew what I DO have..."
 
His forehead still touching the floor, Dan could feel MzDominica moving away.  He heard the scrape of a chair on the floor, and could tell she was sitting down.
 
"Lift your head up, slave, and look at my boots."  Dan looked up, and saw Mistress sitting just a short distance away, her legs crossed at the ankles.  With her seated, the edge of her skirt was slightly above her knees, her thighs teasingly spread a few inches apart.
 
Dan could feel his cock throbbing, throbbing, throbbing inside his panties, under the damp cotton trousers.
 
"It's been a long drive, and your Mistress' feet are sooo tired."  She began to sway one booted foot back and forth, back and forth.  "What are you going to do about it, my little foot slave?"
 
Dan scooted forward on his knees, and, glancing up at MzDominica's face for permission, began unzipping the calf-length boot on her right foot.  The leather felt so warm and smooth.  It seemed like in the entire room, only Dominica's boots existed.  With the zipper open, though, Dan could see her beautiful, muscled leg.  So smooth, so sexy.  Gently, he lifted her leg, so he could slide the boot off.  Slowly... slowly...  That sensation of ocean waves, rolling through his head, had returned.  But he felt so warm.  Barely realizing he had pulled the boot free, Dan held it in his hands a moment, then carefully set it aside, like a holy relic.  Then, feeling the rush of the waves all over his skin, he reached up to the top of her left boot, slowly unzipped it, gently removed it, and set it aside.
 
The scent of Dominica's feet overwhelmed Dan.  His eyes kept closing... so softly... so hard to open them again.  He reached forward, one hand on each foot, his fingers on the tops, his thumbs on the soles.  Around and around and around, his thumbs kneaded the soles of Dominica's feet, up to the balls of her feet, then up between each pair of toes, one by one by one.  When he reached the "little piggy" toes, he ran his thumbs in long arcs from the balls of her feet almost to the heels.  Then around the heels.  Once... twice...  Then a roll of his fingers on the tops of her feet, from her toes to her ankles, his thumbs firmly planted against the balls of her feet.  Roll... roll... roll...  Then again, his thumbs around and around the balls of her feet, repeating all the motions, twice more.  Dan was gone, now.  There were no thoughts in his head.  He was just a robot... a machine... whose only purpose was to massage his Mistress' feet.
 
MzDominica moaned, and shifted her position.  And somehow, Dan knew, what she wanted was for him to massage her calves.  His hands moved upward, thumbs pressing against the inner sides of her calves, while his fingers ruffled the outer sides and the backs.  Up to her knees, and ruffling... ruffling... ruffling... downward to her ankles.  Dan's face was so close to Mistress' feet.  Her feet filled his world.  Again, up to her knees, then downward, ruffling... ruffling...
 
There was a knock at the front door.
 
Dominica stood up, went to answer.  Dan remained on the floor, his mind empty.  His hands stayed in mid-air, where Mistress' legs had been.  Slowly, a sense of confusion -- maybe even frustration -- began to set in... to awaken Dan from his foot-slave trance.  He opened his eyes and looked up, just as Mistress set two boxes down on the dining table.  She looked down at him.  The smile on her face made him feel so good!
 
"You may serve," she said.
 
At MzDominica's directions, Dan retrieved a fine china plate, silver tableware, and a linen napkin from a cabinet, and set a dining place on the table in front of her.  Then he dished out the contents of one box -- a tempting dinner of lobster tail with steamed vegetables.  The meal even included a bottle of a dry white wine, and he poured her a glass.  Then Dan stood at her side while Dominica enjoyed her meal, waiting attentively in case she wanted anything else.
 
Of course, Dan was feeling a little hungry himself.  He wondered what was in the other box -- and whether it was dessert for her, or something for him.  Still, he forced himself to be patient.  Quiet.  Obedient.  From where he was standing, Dan could see only the back of her head.  He wondered what she was thinking.
 
After a while, Dominica pushed the plate away, and sighed.  She looked around and back at Dan.  And smiled.  Somehow, her smile made everything seem so wonderful!
 
"Come forward, slave!" she commanded.  "Out here, where I can see you."
 
Dan stood in the middle of the room, a couple of feet from the table.
 
"I told you, you wouldn't be wearing much, while you were here," she began. 
 
Dan was still wearing his cotton shirt and pants, and the panty hose underneath felt so tight against his hard cock.
 
"Now it's time for you to strip.  Slowly.  Make it good.  Make it sensual...  Daniella!  Danielllaaaaaa!"
 
Dan's male persona dropped away like a heavy stone, and Daniella emerged.  It was almost like a light switch, now.  She felt all the clothes covering her, and she wanted only to remove them, to expose herself to Mistress.  To show what a hot little bitch she was.
 
"That's right, Daniella.  Hear the music in your head.  Feel the beat, forcing you to strip.  Peel your clothes off for your Mistress.  You little slut!  You know how much you want to tease me.  C'mon, slut!  Tease me -- if you dare.  And you DO dare, don't you?  DON'T YOU?!?"
 
Daniella's head throbbed with the pulsing music, that thumped, thumped, thumped in her head.  She couldn't stop herself.  All her clothes had to come off.  As sexy as possible.  So Mistress would want her.  Would want to throw her down on a bed, on the floor, on the ground, and rape her!  Daniella began to peel the shoulder of her cotton blouse downward, off her shoulder, staring into Dominica's eyes.  She began to pant.  She licked her lips.  Show how shiny they were.  How wet and clever her tongue was.  Suddenly, the cotton blouse just had to come off!  Daniella grabbed the bottom edge, and began pulling it upward, swaying her hips to the music.  Thump!  Thump!  Thump-a thump!  She threw the top aside, wiggling her shoulders to show off her pert little titties in the sports bra.
 
Daniella kicked off the loafers.  Then her hands reached down to the waistband of her cotton pants, and she began to wiggle, wiggle, wiggle the waistband down over her hips.  Thump!  Thump-a thump!  Once her crotch was uncovered, she started thrusting it forward with the beat, her knees wide, daring Mistress to claim her.  She danced, twirling around once, then pulled her knees together and quickly shoved the pants down to her ankles.  Thump!  Thump!  Thump!  Thump-a!  Daniella danced herself out of the pants, now in a clump on the floor.  Around, and around.  Bouncing.  Thump!  Thump-a! 
 
She reached behind her, unhooked the bra, twirled it in the air once, then dropped it to the floor.  Thump!  Thump-a!  Daniella began pushing the top of the panty hose down over her hips, her wet sex getting even wetter.  Thump!  Thump-a thump!  Down over her hips, gathering it, bit by bit, down each leg to the ankle.  Dancing.  Gyrating.  Pumping her hips.  Turning around, and wiggling her ass.  Not sure whether she wanted it fucked or spanked.  (Oh, Goddess, couldn't she have both?!?)  She stepped out of the little, crinkled mound of panty hose.
 
Just the satin panties, now.  So tight!  The thong up the crack of her ass kept diddling her anus, so deliciously.  It was a shame to have to let that go, it felt so good.  Thump!  Thump-a!  Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle the tight thong off, over her hips.  Plop!  It dropped to the floor!
 
Daniella was gloriously naked, her breasts jiggling, her wet cunt dripping!  Thump!  Thump!  Thump!  Thump-a!  Thump!  Dancing.  Dancing.  Dancing for her Mistress...
 
"Stop, Daniella!"
 
Daniella froze.  Her right arm, high above her head.  Her left arm, down toward the floor.  Her knees slightly farther apart than the width of her hips.  Open.  Ready.  Soooo drippy.
 
"On the floor, Daniella.  Come here, and kneel before your Mistress!"
 
Daniella dropped, crawled -- almost scooted, she was so fast -- and knelt on the floor in front of Dominica, her chest thrust forward, showing off her huge titties.  Knees apart, sex open, ready to obey.
 
"Good girl," Dominica said.  Daniella felt a flush of heat roll through her entire body.  She smiled, her eyes closing languidly.
 
"You must be hungry," Dominica said.  Daniella couldn't remember.  Mistress was all that mattered.  Food seemed unimportant.
 
"Yes, I know, little girl.  You want your Mistress, soooo much.  But I'm not going to let you starve -- you mindless little slut!  See the box on the table?"
 
Daniella swiveled her head -- so hard to look away from Dominica -- and looked at the box.  Oh, yes, there it was.
 
"I want you to get up, open the box, and put the contents into this dish."  Dominica held a plastic doggie dish in front of her.  Daniella didn't remember when Dominica might have stood up to get it, but that didn't matter.  "And put some water into THIS dish."  She held up another plastic doggie bowl.  "Then take them into the kitchen over there..."  she gestured at a door, "get on your knees, and have a nice dinner.  Go ahead, now."
 
Still in a daze, Daniella shuffled forward on her knees, took the two bowls, retreated, and picked up the box from the table.  When she got to the kitchen and opened the box, she discovered it was filled with grilled chicken, cut into little bite-sized chunks.
 
In the living room, Dominica checked her phone messages and e-mail, while in the kitchen Daniella ate and drank from her bowls, kneeling on the floor.  Such a happy, naked, slutty slave.
 
A cat indeed.  Dominica's pet pussy.
 
*          *          *          *          *        *
 
Daniella finished her dinner.  By now her mind had totally shut down.  She was a cat.  She swallowed the last of the yummy grilled chicken, lapped some more water from her bowl, and did a loooong stretch of her back.  She could feel her tail, waving in the air, back and forth.  There were no words in her head, but the idea of "back and forth" made her sink deeper and deeper into cat-ness.  She laid her chin on the kitchen floor, and looked at the open door, where she could see MzDominica from behind in her chair, typing on her laptop.
 
While Daniella had been eating, Mistress had changed to a nice, comfortable robe and fluffy slippers.  Music was playing, and Mistress' right foot was swinging, tapping with the beat.  That fluffy slipper, moving, bump-bump-ba-da-bump-ba-da, caught the cat's attention, and she was going to sneak up on it, and pounce!
 
Step, by quiet step, kitty slinked across the kitchen floor, her whole world that bouncy, fluffy animal, centered in the focus of her vision.  Low to the floor, her belly slid across the surface.  Closer... closer...  Almost ready to jump!!
 
Dominica's right hand gently trailed a caress down kitty's head to her shoulder.  Mmmmmm, felt so good!  Kitty rubbed her left cheek against Mistress' hand, rolling her forehead against Mistress' wrist.  Kitty looked up at her Mistress, and felt herself lost in the beautiful gaze of her swirling green eyes.  Mistress' fingers stroked the underside of kitty's chin.
 
"Time to wake up, little kitty!" Dominica said, her voice so sweet and seductive.  "Up, my pet.  Be my Daniella, now.  Get up on your knees, slave!  Sit back on your heels."
 
Daniella didn't even notice that a change had happened.  She simply knelt at Dominica's feet, legs separated, mind open.  Too deeply tranced even to realize she was being mindlessly obedient.
 
"Good girl!"  Dominica ran her finger over Daniella's lips.  The slave shivered, her eyes closing with lust and delight.
 
"Oh, no, little slut," Dominica said.  "Open those eyes.  You have work to do."
 
Daniella's eyes opened, but understanding was slow to arrive.
 
Dominica gazed forcefully into Daniella's eyes.  The slave was unable to resist.  Unable to look away.  She could only gaze back, worshiping.  Her mind empty -- ready to be filled with her Mistress' will.
 
"Your strip tease was very delightful, Daniella -- but your clothes are still here, in a heap on the floor.  You need to put those away, in your room -- neatly!  Folded, and neat.  And you need to clear away the dishes and wash them.  Do you understand me, slave?"
 
Daniella was... she was...  Was she Daniella?  Or Dan?  She felt confused.
 
"My little rubber maid, aren't you, Daniella?"
 
Ohhhhhh, yes!  She was Daniella.  She couldn't even quite remember what had confused her a moment ago.  She nodded, eager to please.
 
"Now, stand up.  Clean up.  Wash the dishes -- and your kitty bowls, my little pet."  Dominica traced another gentle stroke along Daniella's left cheek.  "When you're done, I have a special treat for you.  Get to work, now!"
 
Daniella felt energized.  She stood up, turned to pick up her pile of clothes.  A bit of naughtiness entered her head, and she pushed her ass up high while she bent over, her long sexy legs so straight.  She couldn't resist wiggling her ass, just a little.
 
Whap!
 
Dominica had given her a sharp spank across both buttocks!
 
Daniella almost didn't dare admit to herself how much she had liked that.  But she knew her Mistress meant business.  She quickly gathered her clothes, tucked them under one arm, then took the plate, silverware, wineglass, and box from the table.  She realized she'd run out of room to carry anything more, and the wine bottle was still there.  Dominica glared up at her, wordlessly, one eyebrow arched, challengingly.  What to do?  Daniella paused for a moment, undecided, and finally risked taking away what she could carry NOW, and would come back for the wine bottle in a minute.
 
She trotted, barefoot, to the kitchen.  Set the dinnerware down.  Took her clothes to her room, folded them, put them by the pallet there.  Back to the kitchen.  No, wait, back to the dining table.  Take the wine bottle.  Dominica ignored her, focused on her laptop.  Somehow, Daniella felt she was doing something right.  Back to the kitchen.  Corked the bottle, picked up the bowls, filled the sink, washed, rinsed, dried, put away.  Wiped everything clean.  Why, why, why, was her pussy dripping so much?  Why was she shaking?  She wanted only to please Mistress!  She wanted... she wanted...
 
"On your knees, slave!"  Dominica had walked into the kitchen, and was standing in the doorway, her arms crossed.
 
Daniella stifled a yelp, and dropped to the floor, her lust feeding her fear, her fear feeding her lust.  She didn't know what was going to happen.  She was scared, and hopeful, and... and...  Daniella's touched her forehead to the floor, aching to please her Mistress.
 
She could hear MzDominica walking around the kitchen.  Stopping here and there.  Opening cabinets.  Daniella began to shake.  She couldn't help herself.
 
"Good job, my little slave."
 
Daniella's shaking stopped.  She melted into the floor, from sheer pleasure.  Quietly, she awaited her Mistress' next words.
 
"I have a special treat for you outside, my little slut," she said.  "Stay on your knees, and crawl.  Follow me.  Follow...  Follow..."
 
Daniella's mind went completely blank, and she crawled, following wherever her Mistress' form led.  Out of the kitchen to the hallway, then through the living room, to another door.  A door that led outside. 
 
Dark.  Cold.  The sound of crickets everywhere.  A whooshing sound, and a loud humming.  Daniella was so focused on Dominica's feet, she didn't notice the soft glow of light, but she could feel the warmth on her left side, and could smell the chlorinated water. 
 
The hot tub whooshed and bubbled, just outside Daniella's awareness, which was all focused on her Mistress.  Then she was treated to the glorious vision of her mistress opening her robe, dropping it to the wooden deck, and stepping slowly, naked into the hot tub.  Dominica stood, waist deep, for just a moment, then sank into the warm, bubbling water, just her head above the surface.  Then she turned and looked at Daniella, who had stopped moving, thinking -- even her breathing was so shallow, it was hardly noticeable.
 
Dominica smiled at her slave, on her knees, her naked skin highlighted by the soft lights from the pool.
 
"Come in, my little rubber slut!  Come closer to your Mistress!  Get into the nice, warm water, and sink down with Dominica!"
 
Daniella didn't even notice herself moving.  Somehow, she seemed to flow into the hot tub, next to her Mistress.  Dominica guided her to a seat, positioned so a jet of water shot directly at her aching sex.  Ohhhhh, so warm and good.  Thrumming, throbbing, pumping.
 
"You cannot cum, Daniella.  Not till I give you permission.  Feel the water jet, caressing your pussy, invading you, molesting you.  Closer and closer to an orgasm.  Closer, and closer, and closer.  But not yet, little girl.  I have plans for you, and you cannot cum, yet.  Repeat it, slave.  You cannot cum, yet!"
 
"I cannot cum, yet," Daniella barely whispered.  Ohhhhh, so warm and good.  Mistress was so good to her, teasing her, torturing her, seducing her, forever, and ever, and ever.
 
"That's right.  You cannot cum, yet.  Just feel yourself sinking into the water, next to me.  Sinking... sinking... sinker... sinker... siiiiinkerrrr!  Down, and down, with me, into the warm, bubbling water.  So warm.  So soft.  In my arms, Daniella.  Sinker... sinker... sinker..."
 
Daniella felt so warm all over, the water jet pumping, pumping, pumping into her pussy.  Her eyes kept drifting closed, then opening again, unable to look away from Dominica's beautiful eyes, somehow even deeper green in the light from the hot tub.  Deeper and deeper green...
 
"Deeper and deeper, Daniella," Dominica whispered.  "Deeper and deeper into the warm, bubbling water.  Feel the water jet on your pussy.  Feel my hands, gently squeezing your breasts."
 
Daniella's eyes slowly opened again.  She hadn't realized they'd been closed.  Dominica was holding up the black latex glove again, so close to the slave's face.  Even over the hot tub, she could still smell the rubber, sharp and a little acrid.  It smelled so good.
 
"Rubber slave must obey Dominica.  Rubber slave must obey Dominica.  Deeper and deeper, Daniella.  Watch the rubber glove.  See the pretty black rubber.  See the lights reflect off its surface.  So shiny.  So shiny."  She was swinging the glove again.  "So shiny.  You feel so aroused, and yet you cannot move.  You are so hot, and yet you are frozen in place.  Watch the shiny, shiny glove swing back and forth, back and forth.  So pretty.  Every swing back and forth, is a gentle caress on your breasts.  A gentle stroke on your wet pussy.  So close to orgasm.  So close."
 
Daniella was panting now.  She wanted to squirm in the warm bubbling water, the jet felt so good -- but she could not move.  Her hands lay limply at her sides.  Her legs were wide apart, letting the warm, bubbly jet caress her sex, more and more urgently.
 
"Look up, now, Daniella.  Open your eyes, and look up.  Talk to me.  Tell me what you see."
 
Daniella's eyes opened, completely beyond her own control, and she gazed up into the night sky.  Far away from the city, the sky was inky black -- yet ablaze with stars.  Thousands and thousands of twinkling lights floated above, and overhead was the wide path of the Milky Way.  Barely able to speak, she managed to mumble, "Stars."
 
"Mmmmm, that's right, pretty girl.  Stars.  In a deep black sky.  Look over here, Daniella.  What do you see, that's all deep black?"
 
Daniella's vision seemed to trail, as she brought herself to look back at Dominica, gently swinging the rubber glove back and forth.  Back and forth.  Her lips made a bubble as she said, "Rubber."
 
"That's right, babi.  Black, shiny rubber.  Look at the shiny lights on the rubber.  Watch them swing, back and forth.  Feel your pussy being rubbed by the water.  Mmmmm, so good.  Now look up again.  What do you see?"
 
Daniella looked up again, at the inky black, with the pretty twinkling lights.
 
"Now, back down here.  Look at the pretty rubber glove again.  Closer and closer to cumming.  Back and forth.  Look at the shiny lights.  Back and forth.  Now look up again."
 
Back and forth.  The rubber glove.  The sky.  The rubber glove.  The sky.  Daniella felt the hot jet of water caressing her pussy, invading her, fucking her.  Her nipples ached.  Rubber.  Sky.  Rubber.  Sky.  The stars began to look like highlights on rubber.  On shiny rubber.  Black, pretty rubber.
 
"Look up, again.  What do you see?"
 
Daniella whispered one word, "Rubber."
 
"CUM!!!" Dominica commanded.  "Cum!  Cum now, whore.  Cum!  Cum to the rubber.  Cum!"
 
Daniella's hips began to pump, and her knees rose up toward her shoulders, while she orgasmed over and over again, into the stream of bubbling water in the hot tub.
 
"Cum!  Obey!  Cum!  Obey!  Cum in the water!  Cum now!"
 
Moaning, whimpering, Daniella spasmed again and again.  It was such a release, she felt like she was turning inside out.
 
"Cum, slave, cum!  Cum, slave, cum!  Cum!  Cum!"  Even with her hands wet, Dominica snapped her fingers over and over, as Daniella gazed up into the shiny rubber sky and came, helplessly, unable to resist.
 
"Good girl," MzDominica cooed.  "Now drift.  Just float here for a moment.  Gaze up into the shiny black sky and drift.  Think of all the pretty rubber, wrapped tight around you.  So warm, and clingy.  Mmmmm."
 
Daniella sat in the hot tub, her knees high, arms still at her sides.  Not a thought in her head, her eyes gazed up into the sky, a big smile on her face.
 
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That's Part One -- and the weekend is just starting!  Daniella has ALL night ahead of her, and Mistress has lots of exciting, rubbery plans for the little slut!
 
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Boat Trip

Leo P on Gay Stories

Hi my name is Alex.I'm 22 years old and live in Florida.I've been gay for 4 years and my story happened last summer.

After finishing college last year I headed back to Florida with my boyfriend because we planned a break on my dad's boat with his friends Dave and Barry. Me and my boyfriend had been together since I found out I was gay when we were both 18. He's called Josh and he's stunning around 6 foot with short blond hair and brown eyes, he's slender with a firm body the only problem is his 5 inch cock makes sex a let down but i love him more than anyone. We arrived on the Saturday and we were departing on the monday from Naples where my dads boat is moored. We stayed at my house as

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my parents know Josh and are o.k with everything. On the monday morning we met Dave and Barry at the dock where the boat was and loaded everthing on board. Including all our diving gear as that was why we had planned to do this trip to do some diving. Dave and Barry were both gay but both single and were long time friends of Josh. Dave was around 5'10" and was really good looking with a  nice firm body. And barry was also really cute with his darker looks and taller skinnier build. We set off after talking to the coastguard at around three arriving at our destination aroundeight. After a short dinner we decided to head to bed. Myself and Josh in the main cabin at the bow and Dave and Barry shared the cabin at the stern with two single beds. I got into bed first and waited for josh to get in who turned over straight away. After kissing his neck a little Iwas hard and so felt it time to go in and as  i eased my knob into his ass he told me he was too tired and rolled over. I couldn't belive it he had never denied me sex before and so i assumed it was because he was tired.

The next morning we all awoke around 9 and had breakfast on top deck together before sorting all our equipment out. Myself,Josh and Barry got into our wetsuits and Dave was going to stay on board to make sure we were all o.k and in and out of the water safely. Josh and Barry got their tanks on and i saw mine over near the table but as i approached my foot got cut on the buckle of my rucksack. I knew straight away it was bleeding and resigned myself to not being able to go diving. I lay down on the sofa as the other two jumped in and let Dave tend to my foot having removed my wetsuit. "Er, Dave has Josh spoke about us to you lately,"I asked,"No not really,"he replied"Why whats up?". "Oh its nothing,""go on you can tell me,"he inquired."Right well its just last night in bed he told me he didnt want to do it with out giving me a reason and thats really unlike him,"i said."Forget about it Alex he just was too tired i expect unlike me and Barry we fucked till dawn"."You did what i thought you werent together,"i spat,"Yeah but we thought on this holiday it would be worth doing somethind exciting and my god is he a great fuck, and I bet you are to,"he inquired,"Yeah well you'd have to ask Josh but to be honest i always thought you were a stunner,"i retorted. "You know what," he announced,"maybe we should find out," and before i knew it he was stripping off. At this momoent i should of stopeed him but as he was removing my boxers i knew i wanted it. My cock sprung to life and he gazed at it before lowering his mouth around it and began a slow sucking motion which just heightened the sexual atmosphere.I could see his cock getting bigger and bigger and seeing the length of it i began dreaming of having it inside me. His sucking stopped abruptly as he stood up and turned round, knowing what was coming ishifted closer to the edge of the sofa and grabbed my cock ready. As he squatted over me feet either side of me i postioned my cock at his asshole and eased it in. He then slowly sat down and i felt his cheeks surround my cock as a moan escaped his mouth. He then began to move slowly up and down over my cock and the pleasure began to increase as with each motion up and down i felt my cock moving further and further in. He soon felt his legs gettin tired and so got up as he bent over the table i came behind him and with nio notice thrust in penetrating far inside him before thrusting back and forth as i rammed him into the table as i soon felt my cock tensing and before long i released load after load inside him. After finishing i bent down and licked his ass dry.

I then got on all fours near the sofa knowing it was time for his workout as he got down behind me i knew that his big dick would hurt. He asked if iwas ready before easing his way in and it felt like my ass had been ripped as i moaned louder than i ever have i felt him push further inside until he could no more before easing out. This slow thrusting although it eased the pain it also heightened the pleasure before his rapid working of my ass began and my moans became screams of delight as he grunted behind me. He removed his cock abruptly and sat on the sofa beckoning me on so i sat facing him on his cock and as we kissed i sat up and down as he bucked his hips forcing his cock in. Our passionate kissing was matched only by the rampant sexual thrusting that caused spasms of pleasure within my whole body as he thrust his huge manhood within me. Soon he was ready to cum and i felt wave upon wave of hot cum in my ass. We sat there wrapped in each others arms with his cock up my ass and his hot amn juice running down his cock onto his thighs for ages before changing to wait the arrival of the divers.

Continued soon.

Enslaved by Passion pt. 1

operater9000 on Supernatural Stories

Kelly was 14 and not yet blooming. Her breasts were a mere B-cup, her hips barely formed, her tummy perfectly flat. The stylish clothing of the generation was showing off everything without getting in trouble, and she did not miss the opportunity to 'fit in' with her peers. She was anything but normal, though. Kelly had a dirty little secret--she liked the thrill of bed beside her lonely daddy. When she snuck in under his covers, it was not for the chance to escape the nightmares, but instead to fulfill a few nasty fantasies.

Thought Kelly hadn't done anything so far, aside from squish her young body provocatively up against her daddy's sleeping figure until she rubbed him in just the right way and he muttered in his sleep the name of his last wife--her mother. When Kelly's mom, S

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herry, passed away, Kelly's father had lived for Kelly alone, not dating or going out at all for his own benefit. Kelly wanted to make it up to him--and she wanted to ride her forty year old daddy's cock, too.

She went out to parties she didn't tell him about often enough, staying over at a friend's and sneaking out from there--this was one of those nights. Kelly walked through the crowd of gothic boys and girls in their black attire, some of which wearing ceramic fangs--it wasn't halloween, that was just the way this rave was supposed to be. For her own turn, Kelly was wearing a pair of fishnet stalkings that were hooked to a garter that did nothing to cover her little pink hairless pussy. Her skirt was short, barely hiding her tight little cheeks when she walked and it swayed. Her little b-cup breasts were held up by a studded leather bra and naught else. Aside from the gloves, the collar, the anklets, and the heavy makeup, everything else was bare.

Kelly felt so sexually frustrated... again last night she had lain beside her father, and she had barely gotten the courage to reach back and fondle his balls through his pajama pants than he started to moan. Kelly had wanted to waken him, to slide her lips over his and then down to his thick prick, but she hadn't had the courage--after all, what if her father didn't like it? What if he refused her? Kelly sat down on a table nearby and pouted. She didn't want to dance.

Whether she wanted to or not, eventually someone approached her with a proposal and she accepted it. It was a senior from her high school, and Kelly rarely passed up the opportunity to dance with someone of such high merits. He wasn't any football player, but he wasn't bad looking, either. Kelly figured she could get her stress off with a little bit of moving.

"Do you believe in any of the horror stuff these people go on about?" The boy, whose name was Jesse, asked her.

"No. I'm just here for the dancing," Kelly felt a bit better to be talking. It gave her mind something to do.

"I bet I could make you believe..." He said. There was a grin on his lips that she couldn't quite place--well, she couldn't place it until his hands caressed her ass and pulled her up against his 6' frame, grinding his hardon against her belly.

Kelly gasped--being roughly handled was never anything that had gotten her off, but this time, she felt a little aroused. It must have been last night, she thought, but it didn't matter. Kelly was still a virgin, and planned to keep it that way, no matter what kind of tease she was.

She was just about to tell him what he could do with himself when he leaned forward and whispered in her ear, "You want your daddy, Little Miss Kelly? I can give him to you.. for a price."

How did he know? When he leaned away and set her down, she was dazedly staring up at him. When he turned away and began to leave the main room, she followed after hurriedly. She'd never told anyone, not her best friend, that information, so how did he figure it out? All this witchcraft stuff must have had a basis, then. Perhaps people really could read others' minds and things--she was interested in knowing exactly what he could do.

As they stepped outside of the dance hall, she almost lost him. He went into the dark cover of trees, and she was curious, but frightened. Walking into the darkness with a stranger was possibly the worst choice of her lifetime, but the urge to know if he could help her drove her forward. When she passed the first few trunks, she stopped in front of a cabin... "This was never here before," She muttered to herself, but maybe she was just confused as to her setting? That had to be it.. she approached and pushed open the door. There was Jesse, bent over something he seemingly was very intent upon. His back was to her, so she could not see what the boy was doing past his veil of ebony hair.

"What can you do for me? And if it works, what do you want?" Kelly was bolder than she felt, and when he waved to a seat that looked like a bed in a psychiatric ward, she followed his direction and laid down as if she had no will of her own--no, something else moved her... her desire.

Jesse turned, holding a needle in his hand. It was a piercing needle, Kelly thought, with the way it was shaped and seemingly designed. "I can give you something of power--something that will make your daddy do whatever you think you want him to do.. of course, it costs, like I said." He approached her with the needle, "Firstly, you'll have to be pierced--because the objects just happen to belong in certain... places." The wind blew her skirt up as he looked at it, as if he commanded the very movement of the air around her.

Kelly blushed and pushed the skirt down, looking up at him with wide eyes, "You're going to pierce..."

"Your clit, Kelly, my dear." He smiled and sat down beside her with a develish grin on his pale features. His eyes were the color of molten gold, and Kelly bit her lower lip, weighing her options.

"What if it doesn't work?"

"Then you take out the piercing--easy. On the other hand, if it does work, you'll owe me your body.. I won't take it until you've seen what my power can do, of course.."

"..." Kelly was quiet. The piercing would hurt, certainly, but nothing else was severe and she would get a chance to perhaps get her wish, right? If it didn't come true, she'd just take out the little ring he inserted and call it even, "How painful will it be?"

"Not at all, Little Kelly. I promise it won't hurt at all." Jesse was convincing, even though Kelly knew logically that couldn't be. She lifted her skirt up, spreading her legs and closing her eyes.

"Do it."

She felt the seat move as Jesse shifted around, and when he got down close to tweak her clit she cried out and almost pulled away, but something seemed to hold her to the seat. "Hey! I never said you could play with me!"

"Kelly, Kelly, Kelly.. I can't pierce it without touching it. Trust me. I'll do this the best way for you, and I promise, your hymen will go to your daddy."

When his tongue ran across her sweet little cuntlips, she shuddered, but this time she didn't speak. His breath was hot on her clit as he sucked at it and bit softly. Her little hairless pussy was caressed until it was wet, her little clit coaxed out of its sheeth where he positioned the needle at its side and pushed it through. A sharp, fleeting pain did pass through her, but a few licks from his tongue cleared that right up. Usually, she guessed, that would be unsanitary, but this was magic.. or wasn't it? She hoped so.

Everything began to faid out, even the sounds of slurping. It was like he was a mad dog, lapping up milk from her pussy. When she opened her eyes, she was in bed... her bed. Was it just a dream?

The phone rang, she picked up and held it to her ear. It was Carol, her friend who had gone with her to the rave. "Hello?"

"Kelly, you bitch, where the hell did you go off to?"

"What do you mean?"

"I was looking all over for you after the rave tonight. Why did you go home?"

"I must have passed out.. I just woke up here--someone must have taken me..." Kelly blinked. What? She was at home? The rave had happened? She lifted up the sheets quickly--she was still in her clothing from the rave, but when she lifted up the hem of her skirt she stared in awe... a little silver hoop hung through her tiny little clit. "I have to go, Carol."

"What? Kelly, what's wrong?"

"Bye."

She hung up. There was nothing else to do. She just had to wait. She didn't want to risk failure, so she laid down. Tonight she'd sleep in her own bed--she felt too tired to change her clothing.

She woke up the next morning groggy. When she slipped out of her bed and threw a tee shirt on over the attire she had been wearing, she just called it even and headed downstairs. The fishnets were nothing new--her dad had allowed her to buy them, and she had slept in them before when she was too lazy to take them off. The tee shirt fell all the way down to her knees almost. It was like a little dress on her.

She slipped into the kitchen and grabbed her breakfast, but her dad was there at the door, eyeing her up. "Why are you home, young lady? Weren't you staying over at Carol's?"

She blinked. She had completely forgotten. Busted. "Yes... but ... we had a fight... and I came home."

"Well, then, you aren't going anywhere today, are you. Get up to your room."

When Kelly began to whine, the mandate only became firmer. No TV or music. She was to go up there and go to sleep.

She flopped herself down on her bed and sighed. So much for magic. He was irritated with her, not infatuated. It wasn't the same thing at all. She made a note that she'd hit Jesse when she gave him back his stupid piercing... but that wasn't to be.

When Kelly woke up, it was night already, and she was not in her room. No, she was in her father's room--maybe she had sleepwalked here. She was already cuddled up close to her daddy's erection, which pressed itself deliciously between the cheeks of her ass... wait? What?

Kelly took inventory--she was still in her clothing from the rave, but without the shirt over herself. She had cuddled up to her father this way? What an embarassment. She'd have to get out of here, right now. She tried to scoot away, but her father's arm was draped over her and he pulled her closer. Her daddy's prick was big when it tented in his pants, and it pressed against her thigh and cheeks warmly. She bit her lower lip and tried to grasp the fingers that were grasping her tummy and pull them away, but he muttered softly and his hand just slipped from her own, falling across her hip. He was still asleep, or so she assumed..

She was so nervous, she didn't move. Her father moved instead.

Kelly could swear he bucked against her slowly when he shifted in the bed, rubbing his hard erection against her thigh like he was feeling for the hole that wasn't to be found there. He muttered a name, her mother's again, she thought, but this time he wasn't still afterward. His fingers moved up, those soft pads sliding over her tummy as they pushed up the leather bra that barely clung to her breasts and touched a nipple there.

Kelly moaned, she couldn't help it. It urged her father's fingers on, the soft pads circling her hard little nipple and then tweaking it. "Yes, Daddy," She hissed, softly, not able to contain herself. Was it really working? She wanted him to kiss her like she was his first love...

He turned her over, rolling his body over hers and placing his lips over hers. His tongue danced over her lips before it slid between the parted petals, playing with her tongue as he squeezed her little breasts. Kelly felt her little cunt moistening beneath her skirt and the sheet they shared.

"Yes," She sighed when he lifted his lips from hers, she opened her eyes to find that he was not asleep at all, but staring down at her with a mixture of lust and surprise. She turned bright red, but he caressed her soft little breast and shushed her softly as he leaned in. Kelly arched her back as he took her soft nipple into his mouth, torturing it as she groaned, "Yes, yes, Daddy!" She hissed, holding his head down by his  brown lockes.

When he pulled his lips up, he straddled her young chest and pulled the elastic band of his pants down over his raging hardon. It stood out a full 10 inches, the head pressed against her cheek as he grinned, "Come on, Kelly.. suck your daddy's cock." She loved the sound of the words. Her mouth slipped around the head and she began to devour it like a piece of candy. She sucked his head and bobbed up and down on the hardened shaft. He tensed, bucking his hips to her ministrations, his daughter's tongue driving him crazy as he fucked her mouth. When he pulled out, his head was purple and his balls tightened. He groaned.

"Come here, Daddy. Let me get you off..." Kelly hissed naughtily, spreading her cunt lips with her fingers as she sat up. Her father stared in awe a moment, but finally dove atop her, though not in the way she intended.

He slurped like a madman on her tight little cunt, and she cried out as his tongue slid up and down her slit and over her little clit until she writhed on the verge of orgasm. He bit the ring and pulled on it, sending waves up her spine as she arched to him, shudders succeeding her cum as it poured out of her from her hefty orgasm. By then, he was like a man possessed, his tongue jabbed in and out of her tight little cunt like a mini prick, spreading and taking her juices into his mouth until she was very wet. When he finally mounted her little pussy, it was with primal lust that he shoved his whole 10 inches into her up to the hilt.

He didn't stop pumping her, even though she screamed in pain. Her hymen broke and left blood across the sheets, his ten inches pounding her cervix and knocking her little body around on the sheets. "Daddy! Daddy, stop!" But he didn't, he kept riding her until his cum spurted into her tiny little hole, filling her up and bringing her up to a painful climax once more. Though the pain had been immense, she found herself devilishly delighted when he lay his weight upon her body and fell asleep inside of her.. his cock slowly softened, but never fully, not through the night as her little cunt squeezed him warmly...

Lady In The House - Part VI

PantyhosePrincess on Transgender Stories

Lady in the House Part VI

By

Michele Nylons

 

From Part V

Harry leant over me and kissed me full on the lips.

"That was worth every penny; you are one hot nurse," he laughed.

Harry grabbed a handful of my clean white skirt and wiped his cock on it. The silvery gleam of semen and KY jelly stained the fabric; there was also a faint trace of blood.

Harry hitched up his pants and made for the door, tightening his belt; he looked back at the dishevelled, raped, nurse sitting legs akimbo on the bed, a look of shock on her face and her tunic stained with semen and blood,

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"Yep, you are one fucking hot nurse alright; maybe next time you can play Nun!"

I heard his laughter fading as he walked down the passageway past the other cells to what I presumed to be the waiting room. The waiting room where undoubtedly there were more customers waiting. I closed my eyes as the tears ran slowly down my cheeks.

 

Part VI

I reached across and pressed the orange button to switch on the amber light indicating to Mabel that I was not yet ready for another visitor. I noticed the blue light was lit, indicating that I had another 'customer', or as Carmel would say "a punter" waiting.

I looked across and saw Carmel kissing the huge Negro who had previously been fiercely sodomising her. He pushed a handful of notes down her bra, spanked her playfully on the arse, and strolled out the cell. I quickly hid my face so that we would not make eye contact; I did not want him for a customer; not from what I saw of him when he was violently fucking Carmel.

I walked up to the cell bars and whispered to Carmel across the passageway, I could hear grunts and sighs as the other 'working girls' serviced their clients in the other four cells,

"Carmel, Carmel!"

"Hi Michele, see what Leon gave me?" She smiled pulling out a handful of notes from her bra;

"He is always a big tipper; and he has a big tip down there too!" she laughed at her own pun.

I had no time for this; I had important questions to ask. Carmel ignited the obligatory menthol cigarette.

"What do I do now; I pressed the orange button but the blue light is still on. Do I make the punter wait until I'm cleaned up or what?"

"Oh my God; Carmel, I want this to stop. I have just been sodomised so hard my back passage is bleeding!"

I started to sob again.

"Cut that shit out Michele; you need to harden-up girl or you won't survive!"

"Talk to Mabel on the intercom, sometimes the punters don't care too much how you look, especially if they just want a 'quickie'."

Again I was amazed at how quickly these perverts had degraded me down to their level. I was thinking of these crossdressed prison prostitutes as 'girls' and the men who raped me for money as 'punters'; plus I even understood what she meant by a 'quickie', it wasn't rocket science after all!"

I pressed the talk button,

"Mabel I'm not cleaned and dressed yet," I whispered in my best imitation of a feminine voice.

I hoped she would have some sympathy for me now that I was capitulating in this perverted parody of forced feminisation and prostitution.

"Don't bovver Michele; he's on his way. He just wants a quickie and this is a freebie so you better make it quick; time is money!"

What the fuck did she mean: 'Freebie'? I was about to find out.

The unmistakable navy blue uniform of a prison guard came into view. He was a fat man with a florid complexion, he was sweating heavily with the exertion of carrying around such a large gut.

I had sat back down on the bed and evened out my white nurse's uniform skirt, the semen and bloodstains were not too visible, but I knew they were there. My white pantyhose had laddered down one leg from the hole that my last customer had ripped in the gusset.

I did not recognise the fat guard but I knew he must be in charge of one of the other wings as he wore Sargent's stipes on his sleeve. He came straight into the cell, sweating and puffing, and without saying a word unzipped his fly.

I looked up in stunned amazement as he walked up to the bed, reached out a hand around the back of my head, and with his other hand, pushed his semi tumescent, uncircumcised penis into my mouth.

I started to gag immediately because the taste was so foul. It tasted of stale urine, and a cheesy taste that could only be the built up detritus of bodily secretions that had coagulated and fermented under his foreskin. It was the most disgusting taste I had ever tasted and my gagging increased.

The guard pulled his cock out of my mouth, pushed my head back and tilted it up to look at him; his fat face was snarling and vicious. He slapped me once across the face. He didn't say anything; he just wagged his finger in my face. The slap wasn't even that hard, it was just the surprise and his continued silence that stunned me.

He took his semi-hard cock into his hand again and pushed it against my lips. I knew enough by now to realise that my only salvation was to make him come as quickly as possible. I opened my mouth and pushed out my tongue. I deliberately licked at the lipstick on my lips to try and mask the fetid taste of the guard's penis. I then started to lick all around his knob that was half exposed out of the wrinkled foreskin.

I bought up my hand with the intention of masturbating the guard while I slobbered on his glans with my tongue and lips so he would ejaculate over my body rather than in my mouth. The guard would have nothing of it and slapped my hand away; he again grabbed my head and forced his cock between my lips and into my mouth.

He was still silent except for his heavy breathing and grunting. The smell of stale sweat wafted from his filthy body. He bought his other hand up now and cradled my head between both hands, the dirty fingers enmeshed in my hair behind my ears. Then he raped my mouth. There is no other way to describe it.

His penis became engorged and hard, the glans were now fully exposed as his foreskin pulled back from the bulbous knob. The foul taste of his cock was now so rancid I thought I might gag again so I did the best thing I could under the circumstances and worked up as much saliva as I could to wash his knob clean with my tongue. I worked up more spit and continued to slaver his cock with my tongue; this had the effect of cleaning his cock and cleaning out my mouth as I swallowed the foul mess that had coagulated under his foreskin.

These actions also obviously increased the guard's pleasure as he now increased his tempo, thrusting his erect member in and out of my mouth. He pulled his cockhead out as far as my lips and then rammed it home as far as it would go. Luckily his cock was not very big and I had no problems accommodating him, it was just so hard to breathe with it jack-hammering in and out of my mouth.

On the in-stroke he pulled my head forward to that my nose was buried in his fat gut overhanging his loins. He forced my head onto his penis so hard that my teeth rattled on the metal zipper of his fly. He was sweating so much that I could feel drops of his disgusting perspiration dripping off his jowls and on to my head.

He continued to grunt like a pig as he fucked my face; his now rock hard cock with its spongy head tasted salty as precum started to leak from the eye of his glans. He pushed it in and out faster and harder, pulling it out nearly all the way then slamming it home so that my face was buried in his crotch.

Then he pushed my face into his crotch as hard as he could and held it there. I couldn't breath! I felt my gag reflex returning as I struggled to get oxygen into my mouth or nose. I reached out and tried to push myself back from him but his vice-like grip was too strong; he pushed my face harder into his crotch.

I couldn't help it, I stated to gag, my mouth convulsing and my tongue flailing around in my mouth. At the same time my fists were drumming against his thighs as I tried to push myself away. That was when he stated laugh! He also said the only word he ever spoke,

"Good!"

He held my face hard against him and as I started to blackout I felt his penis convulse in my mouth. Stream after stream of creamy, salty, hot semen shot into the back of my mouth. As the guard's cock continued to eject its foul jets of spunk he continued to laugh. He was laughing as he orgasmed.

At last he released the tight grip on my head and allowed me to take a breath through my nose. As soon as I did he pushed my face back into his crotch. As my mouth filled up with his sickly seed I had no choice but to swallow. If I didn't I would choke. His ejaculation seemed to go on forever and try as I might I could not swallow all his come. It welled up in the back of my throat as his cock continued to throb and convulse. I coughed and felt his slimy emissions force its way up the back of my throat and then run out of my nostrils. I felt disgusted.

Then the guard pushed me away. I fell on the bed gagging, sobbing and coughing; trying to breathe. He reached down and grabbed my hair and pulled my face up again so I was looking at him from level with his waist. His face was bright red, florid and sweaty. His jowls dripped sweat down his shirt. Without a word he rubbed his now deflating penis all over my face mixing his semen with my tears and my makeup. Then he put his cock inside his pants, zipped up and walked away. I had never felt so humiliated in my life.

 

I lay on the bed sobbing. I looked up through the tears, makeup and semen in my eyes and noticed that the blue light on the intercom was mercifully extinguished. I reached out slapped the switch to turn on the orange busy light. The intercom suddenly crackled and I heard Mabel, the crossdressed old con who was our 'madam'.

"Take half an hour hun, it's gone quiet for now and it's getting late; get cleaned up and give me a call."

I half groaned into the intercom,

"Sure."

I wanted to just lay on the cot and cry myself to sleep but I knew that Carmel was right, I had to harden up if I was to survive. I had to find out as much as I could about this sick operation so that I could tell someone in authority so they would get me out of this nightmare.

I stood and stripped off my stained nurse's uniform, slid out of my high heels and pulled down the tattered pantyhose. I threw the hose in the bin, stripped off my remaining underwear and placed it with the uniform in the washing basket that was tucked away in the corner. I noticed the little ridiculous nurses cap on the floor and picked that up on the way. I pulled off my wig and put on the satin robe. All of these movements caused me significant pain. My head ached from the slapping I had received, my back passage felt like someone had put a red hot poker up there, and I was now immensely tired. I had no watch but guessed it was after 3:00am.

I padded out of my cell with my makeup case in hand and made my way down the dim passageway. I deliberately tried not to look in the other darkened cells but in the subdued red lighting I could see Carmel was kneeling on her cell floor and fellating a con who was sitting on her bed. His head was propped back on a mountain of fluffy pillows, his eyes closed as he enjoyed her ministrations.

As I passed the end cell on the right I heard muffled yelps and couldn't help but peek. I saw a fat crossdressed 'working girl' dressed in a French maid's outfit, baby-doll blonde wig and heavy makeup; a skinny little con was riding her doggy style on the bed. He had her black satin maid's skirt rucked up over her back and her black satin panties hung from one fat, black-stockinged ankle as he humped her and smacked her plump white ass as he did. She yelped every time he smacked her, but she seemed to be smiling and pushing back to meet his thrusts. If my life weren't so tragic I would have found the sight immensely funny I suppose.

I continued on to the shower-block and let the scalding hot water wash away my makeup, tears, and the semen from two different men. I was so close to crying again but held back. I heard the shower next door suddenly splash into life.

"Hello?" I asked with a trembling voice.

"Hi hun," I heard the response as a male falsetto.

"I'm Charlotte. No Charlotte the Harlot jokes please!" she laughed.

"Welcome to E Block Michele," came the voice over the shower cubicle.

"You know who I am then?" I asked.

"Oh of course hun, it's always the talk of the nick when a new girl starts working for Eddie."

I turned off the water and towelled myself dry thinking about what Charlotte had said: 'talk of the nick'?

Charlotte emerged from the shower with a huge silk bathrobe wrapped around her generous proportions. She was the French maid I had seen on my way out of the cellblock. She made her way over to the line of stainless steel mirrors and began to apply makeup to her plump but pretty face.

"What do you mean by 'talk of the nick'?" I asked taking a seat beside her and applying foundation to my face.

"Well Carmel should have told you everything; didn't she?"

I went on to explain to Charlotte what Carmel had told me and also what I had figured out for myself. I made no mention of my plan to escape this hellhole; Charlotte like Carmel seemed to accept the situation and even seemed to like what was happening to her.

"Well you seem to have it figured out pretty well hun. Eddie owns us girls, Steve is the muscle, Mabel is the Madame; and up until yesterday darling, you used to be the accountant and secretary."

"I suppose you still are Eddie's secretary," she said sarcastically.

"Lots of us girls started out working for Eddie in other roles; as runners, dealers, or small time worker bees. Eddie seems to have the knack of knowing which cons will look like sexy women when they're crossdressed; feminised if you will."

"Some of the prospects are so obvious because they are 'femme' when they arrive in the nick; some convert to homosexuality as part of prison life and Eddie feminises them as willing subjects, and some like you are forced into it."

"To be honest I think Eddie likes it better when he has to force them," she smiled, smoothing on a second coat of bright red lipstick.

"How many of us are there? Crossdressed prostitutes I mean?" I asked incredulous.

"Oh not that many; about a dozen or so at any one time, but only six of us work in the workrooms."

"Some take up full time with cons who can afford to pay Eddie enough to keep them; some are just let go when Eddie has made enough from them or they break down and are sent to the psycho ward."

"Take Carmel for instance, she still works for Eddie even though she has a prison 'husband', she does it because she likes the money, she likes the gifts from Eddie, but mostly she likes the life."

"Then there is Mabel who did this for so long that she got too old to work the cells so she's Eddie's hostess, Madame, whatever; but will still give a con great time if doesn't mind mutton instead of lamb if you know what I mean?" Charlotte winked and concentrated on applying another thick coat of mascara.

"But what about the Warden? I know lots of the guards are corrupt from my time here already, but how the fuck does Eddie get to run a stable of crossdressed prostitutes out of a prison wing? I know it's this is a small disused block, but fuck me its prison property!!!!"

"Oh my god Michele for some one who is so smart you are so dumb!"

"Who the fuck do you think is Eddie's partner? It’s the Governor you fucking idiot!"

I let that settle in. So it was going to be no use going to the prison authorities with my complaints; I would just have to figure a way to use my money and outside influence to go higher up the chain of authority to rescue me.

I looked at myself in the mirror; it amazed me how quickly I had got the hang of applying makeup. I had on thick coat of foundation and powder, rouged cheeks, heavily lined and mascaraed eyes, mauve over pink eye shadow, and my dark ruby red lips. I sure knew how to look like a slut after only one night!

Charlotte's makeup was even heavier than mine, and her plump bright red lips and chubby face, gave her a slutty girly look. She picked up her makeup case and stood to leave,

"Did Carmel tell you not to leave anything in here? Those other bitches will steal your knickers while you're still wearing them if they can get away with it!" she laughed.

I fell into step beside her,

"But what did you mean by me being 'talk of the nick'" I asked again.

"Oh whenever a new girl starts the punters are always interested. Eddie can charge them more because you are new, undamaged goods, but of course he has throw the senior guards a few 'freebies' to keep them on side."

"He will probably limit the amount of punters you see for the first few nights, but after that you will be the most popular girl at the ball!" she laughed.

"You like this don't you; this life?" I asked trying to keep the disgust out my voice.

"Oh Michele, I didn't like it at first, but now I love it! I work all night and sleep all day and Eddie gives me anything I want!"

"I hated it so much when I first started that I though if I got fat none of the punters would want me. I was already a bit plump so I put on another 10 kilos; guess what? Some of the punters just love us larger girls!" she giggled.

"After six months of hating myself I started to realise I liked it. I bet you have already had a few twinges in the clitty whilst those naughty men have had their way with you?" she chuckled.

"See ya," she whispered as we came adjacent to her workroom cell and slipped though the door.

I though to myself: 'How can she know? Twinges! Twinges!! I have had an orgasm for god's sake!!!' My god I hope I never get to like this wretched existence like the other wretched girls!

I entered my cell and sat on the bed. It appeared none of the other girls had punters either for now as they were either adjusting their makeup in their wardrobe mirrors or changing into robes to go to the shower and bath block. Through the bars I saw Carmel lounging on her large work cot surrounded by her mountain of satin pillows; she had the obligatory menthol cigarette and was reading a fashion magazine by the dim red light of her lamp.

To my disappointment it looked like this night's training had paid off; I knew exactly what to do next! I had been brainwashed to some extent. Without further thought I selected a brunette shoulder length wig and adjusted it in place. I opened the drawer and took out a set of matching white satin full cut panties, bra, and garter belt. I put the bra in place and tucked the breastforms into the cups. I selected a pair of diaphanous skin toned stockings that were embellished by black seams and black, reinforced heel and toes. I slipped into the garter belt, sat on the bed and slid the exquisite cool nylons onto my legs, fastening them to the garter clips. I smoothed each stocking out along my legs and adjusted the seams so they lay in the centre of the back of my legs.

I sat there stroking my legs, feeling the luxury of the expensive nylons sending little electric waves of pleasure though my body. I don't know how long I had been caressing my nyloned legs when I snapped out of the reverie.

"I will not surrender to this perversion!" I told myself.

I slipped the sleek white nylon panties up my legs and stood to adjust them in place, the little electric shocks from the swish of the nylon on nylon as they slid up my legs caused my penis to spasm involuntarily. I concentrated and pushed my wrinkled penis into the snug silken gusset of the full cut panties.

I walked to the robe and selected a white leather miniskirt and peach satin blouse. The satin of the blouse on my bare skin was again cool and luxurious; I had trouble with the buttons because they were on the wrong side. I sat on the bed again and put on the strappy white high-heeled open toe sandals that I had selected. The reinforced heels and toes of my nylons made a sexy display. I stood up and stepped into the white leather mini and hitched it up, tucking the blouse into the waistband and zipping the skirt at the side.

I went to my jewellery box and selected a small plain gold bracelet, which I fastened around my ankle. It glowed in the dim light, set off by the contrast of my silky flesh toned stockings, reinforced nylon stocking heels and the white leather ankle straps of my high heels.

I selected a simple gold chain for my neck and plain gold drop earrings. I slipped two gold and emerald rings onto my fingers. I noted my ruby red fingernail nail polish was chipped, but in this light who cared. I wondered how much, if any, of this jewellery was real.

I looked at myself in the full-length mirror. I saw a mature, sexy woman with brunette shoulder-length hair, wearing heavy makeup and a lovely peach satin blouse. Her jewellery was exquisite, the emerald rings on her finger contrasting with her red polished fingernails, the simple gold neck chain resting where the hint of her breasts began to rise in the satin blouse.

Her tight white leather skirt stretched across her tiny little pot belly and clung to her well formed thighs, the hem resting against her sheer nyloned thighs, displaying just a hint of dark nylon stocking tops. Following her well-formed legs down, they are encased in gossamer thin, flesh toned, nylon stockings with sexy black back-seams. The black reinforced heels and toes of her stockings peeked through the high-heeled sandals, a glimpse of red nail-polished toes just visible through the nylon. The strappy white high heel sandals pushed her feet up at the heels so that her toned calves glittered in their nylon casing, the gold anklet smoulders in the red light.

I reach out and apply a coat of powder to my lower neck and decolletage where it disappears into the satin blouse. The final touch. I look gorgeous, sophisticated but highly desirable. I look eminently fuckable!!!

I turn around and Carmel and Charlotte are in the corridor leaning on the bars of my cell and looking in; cigarette smoke drifts past Carmel's heavily made-up face and creates a halo around the jet-black hair she is wearing teased high on her head and descending past her shoulders. Her heavy Goth makeup, red lips and pale skin make her look like the caricature of a vampire in the movies. This image is reinforced by the skin-tight, black satin sleeveless dress that clings to her body and descends to her ankles. The dress is split up to the waist and one leg encased in sheer black nylon is on display to up to her thigh.

'Sheer to the waist pantyhose,' I thought to myself, then: 'Stop thinking like that; you are not a woman!'

Carmel's outfit is completed with black, satin, opera length gloves, patent leather spiked high heels and a profuseness of silver jewellery. She has a huge silver cross around her neck, long silver ear drops and silver bangles on both wrists.

Charlotte has gone punk and even though she is a big girl she carries it off somehow. The heavy makeup she applied in the shower block has been enhanced even further with more black eyeliner surrounding both of her bright blue eyes. She has extended the dark pink blush from her cheeks to the corner of her eyes and added a powder blue blush to it as a contrast. Her bright red full lips have been glossed and she has added glitter to the abundant multi-coloured eyeshadow that extends from her eyelids up to her eyebrows. Her plump pretty face is framed in a shocking, frizzy, bottle blonde wig that has pink and blue streaks running though it.

She wears a black sequined top that is slashed and torn, her red lacy bra visible in some places through the tears. Written across the front of the ripped garment in silver sequins are the words: "Fuck Slut". She is wearing a red Lycra mini that barely covers her crotch; the waistband bulges around her big belly. She is wearing ripped black fishnet stockings attached to red garters that match her bra. The fishnet stockings stop halfway up her fat thighs and I can see she is wearing shiny taupe dance tights underneath as a foundation garment; the heavy lycra shimmering in the dim red light. Her feet are clad in the tallest high-heeled pumps that I have ever seen; the heels have to be ten inches high. Charlotte has finished the outfit with outrageous jewellery. She has four gold studs in each earlobe, so many gold chains around her neck that I can't count them, and as many bangles on both wrists. Ornate safety pins decorate her torn blouse and micro mini. A gold chain runs from one earring to a gold stud in her nose.

"You look gorgeous Michele," Carmel whispers through the bars.

I wondered if she had read my mind when I was standing in front of the mirror admiring myself.

"Well, I have to say you girls are looking something special. Special fetish requests from the punters?" I enquired.

"Well no Michele; there are no more punters tonight; we're closed for business." Carmel responded lighting yet another menthol cigarette and blowing a cloud of blue smoke towards me.

"Thank fuck for that," I breathed with a sigh of relief.

"Now I can get out of these stupid fucking women's clothes and get back to my own cell!" I said, relived that the evening had come to an end.

Carmel and Charlotte stepped into my workroom cell, silently closed the door, and leaned back menacingly against the bars,

"Oh no Michele, you don't understand! We've finished with punters tonight, but WE haven't finished with you!!!"

 

To be continued……………………………………………….

Lady In The House - Part VII

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Lady in the House Part VII

By

Michele Nylons

 

From Part VI

"You look gorgeous Michele," Carmel whispers through the bars.

I wondered if she had read my mind when I was standing in front of the mirror admiring myself.

"Well, I have to say you girls are looking something special. Special fetish requests from the punters?" I enquired.

"Well no Michele; there are no more punters tonight; we're closed for business." Carmel responded lighting yet another menthol cigarette and blowing a cloud of blue smoke towards me.

"Thank fu

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ck for that," I breathed with a sigh of relief.

"Now I can get out of these stupid fucking women's clothes and get back to my own cell!" I said, relived that the evening had come to an end.

Carmel and Charlotte stepped into my workroom cell, silently closed the door, and leaned back menacingly against the bars,

"Oh no Michele, you don't understand! We've finished with punters tonight, but WE haven't finished with you!!!"

 

Part VII

'Oh no!' I think to myself, 'all the degradation I have had to put with over the last seemingly endless hours, and now, just when I think it's over, these two have come for their pound of flesh!'

I look at the two transvestite hookers who have ominously just stepped into my cell, one is a seductive 'Vampira', the other a sexy slut punk, the shock and bewilderment is obvious on my face and for umpteenth time tonight I started to cry.

"Ok girls; please just get it over with as quickly as possible, and please don't hurt me, I'll do whatever you want but I don't want to get hurt any more," I implore, hoping they will take what they want quickly and then let me go.

"Oh Michele sweetheart," Carmel sighs moving towards me with her arms open, "you poor, silly sweet thing; we aren't here to hurt you; we're here to comfort you after your first night at work. Look!" she says, pointing at Charlotte.

Charlotte is smiling and holding up a bottle of whisky, which she been concealing behind her back.

"Come on hun, lets sit down and have a drink," she smiles and leads me to the bed removing her black satin opera gloves and dropping them to the floor.

I sit down with relief and cross my legs. The swish of my nyloned thighs rubbing together sends a little jolt of pleasure through my body. Carmel sits beside me and offers me one of her menthol's whilst Charlotte pours large measures of whisky into three tumblers she has found somewhere in one of the cupboards in my workroom.

I extend my trembling fingers, my fingernails glint a dull red in the subdued light, I take the proffered menthol and bring it to my lips. Carmel extends her bright red fingernailed hand and flicks the bic lighter into life; I drag back on the cool menthol cigarette and blow out a plume of smoke towards the ceiling. I look down and am surprised to see the filter of my cigarette is ringed with lipstick. I laugh to myself at the red, lippy stained cigarette butt and flick a lock of hair out of my eyes.

Crossed legs, lipsticked cigarette butts, flicking my hair! I have adopted all these female mannerisms in such a small time; 'It's as if I was born to this!' I think to myself.

'No!!! Never!!! I won't give in to this sick life!' I force myself to say in my mind, 'I'm a man, a man, a MAN!!!!!

I bring my head up and my face is level with Charlotte's chubby knees. Her ripped black fishnet stockings are indeed being worn over shiny taupe tights as I suspected. My eyes move up her thick but shapely legs, past the tiny tight Lycra mini stretched taught on her thighs, past her slashed T-shirt with the words "Fuck Slut" printed on it in silver sequins. She is proffering me a tumbler of whisky, and, as I reach out to take it I look up into her plump pretty face and whisper,

"Thank you."

"Your welcome honey," she smiles back, her heavily made up face and punk bottle-blonde, pink and blue streaked wig make her look sexy in a 'street whore' kind of way. Her heavily eye-shadowed and mascaraed eyes gleam in the darkened cell.

Charlotte pulls up a chair and sits directly in front of me offering a drink to Carmel and accepting a lighted cigarette in return. I take a pull on the tumbler and the fiery liquid burns my throat as I swallow it; I take another hard pull on the menthol and erupt into coughing fit. The coughing continues as my throat, sore from the abuse it has taken from the 'punters', spasms from the irritation of the smoke and strong liquor.

"There, there," offers Carmel as she takes the drink and cigarette from my hands and hands them off to Charlotte who places the cigarette in an ashtray and the drink on the bedside table.

Camel pulls my head to her shoulder and gently strokes my back as the coughing fit slowly subsides. I can smell her perfume, I recognise the brand as 'Poison,' and my head nestles in the crook of her neck. My arms instinctively wrap around her and I return the hug. I hug her gently as I start to sob into her neck and she continues to stroke my back and slowly rocks me back and forth in the light embrace. She whispers in my ear,

"It's alright Michele; It's alright honey."

I start to drift off as my senses experience the wonder of this sensuous embrace. My satin blouse slides stimulatingly over Carmel's tight, body hugging black satin dress and I can feel the heat of her body even though her breastforms. Our knees are lightly touching, the diaphanous nylons delicately stroking each other, her black pantyhosed leg peeking through the split in her dress and my silk stocking thighs become further exposed as my skirt rides up as we continue to embrace.

In my reverie, I feel the beautiful soft butterfly of Carmel's breath as she exhales sweetly in my ear and whispers,

"There, there, honey; it's all better now; Carmel's here sweetie, Carmel's here."

I raise my head and look into her heavily made-up eyes; my gaze roams over her red lips and pale skin as my right hand moves up and gently strokes her cheek, my ruby-red nails in stark contrast to her pale Goth makeup. My hand continues up to her lustrous black wig and entwines itself in the silky softness of the fine hair. I gently pull her face to mine and our lips brush; I slip my tongue across her lips and taste her lipstick.

Carmel looks into my eyes deeply and reciprocates; her hand slides into my hair and she pulls me forward until our lips softly meet; her tongue cautiously extends and brushes my lips. Then, at the same time, we open our mouths and mash our lips together, our tongues entwine and our bodies push against each other, satin and nylon come together to create an exquisite rasping sensation that causes my little penis to awaken in its silken panty prison.

The strangest feeling envelops me, our caress is so soft and gentle, feminine, comforting and at the same time sexual. My head is spinning with the new sensations that course through my body; after the brutal treatment I have received over the last pitiful hours the tenderness that Carmel is bestowing upon me has me entranced.

Carmel eases me back on the bed until my head comes to rest on my pillow; our kiss is not broken and a sense of urgency seeps into our embrace. Carmel strokes my face and showers my lips, cheeks and eyelids with soft loving kisses; my head spins in a heady sensation of soft feminine yearning. She adjusts herself so that she is half on the bed, her legs straddling mine as her silken, nylon clad knee rubs softly against my stockinged thighs.

My penis has now freed itself from between my legs and is rampant in the front of my panties. Carmel sighs sweetly in my ear as she softly kisses my lobe, her perfume mingling with mine to create a dizzy cloud that further heightens my senses.

"Michele, honey; you are so lovely," she whispers.

Her hand slides up my inner thigh and my penis pulses, the light rasp of her nails on my stockings sends waves of pleasure through my body. I pull her body harder against me and pull her soft lips against mine, our tongues intertwining in a sweet symphony. Carmel's hand slides under my skirt and I gasp as she tenderly strokes my erect member through my silky soft nylon panties.

I suddenly realise what I am doing!

"No! Stop! This isn't right!" I cry as I push Carmel's body away from me.

Carmel lowers her face to mine again and tries to kiss me but I squirm and turn my head away.

"Fuck off you pervert!" I sob.

"This is sick; I won't be like you! I won't submit to this twisted, sick existence that you and your perverted friends seem to enjoy. Get off me you fucking transvestite hag!"

Carmel pushes herself over me so that she is straddling my waist, the split in her skirt is wide open and the garment has ridden up around her waist. She grabs my wrists and pushes my hands back behind my head locking them there. She looks into my eyes with a cruel sneer on her face, her pale makeup making her look much more like a vampire because of her pale skin, red lips and dark made-up eyes; her teeth glint evilly in the lamplight.

"Well 'Little Miss I'm too good for you', I guess we have tried being nice. Obviously you only understand pleasure when it's forced upon you. We know you have really enjoyed the night's proceedings; Eddie told me you came when he fucked you and that bulge there in your knickers is a dead give-away." She sneered.

"Charlotte, plan B," she laughed.

I am pinned down with Carmel straddling me, forcing my hands back against the bed-head I twist my head to the left to see what Charlotte is up to. She rummages in the drawers of my dresser, gives a triumphant yelp, and comes over towards the bed with a pair of stockings in her hands. Before I have a chance to move she has lashed my left wrist to the iron bedpost and has started working my right.

I fight and buck trying to dislodge Carmel and pull my arm free from her grasp, but I am spent from the evening's ravaging and eventually I give up. Charlotte lashes my right wrist to the other iron post with the remaining stocking. Again I am forced to succumb to my captors.

"There now that's better; our spoilt brat has been tamed," gibes Charlotte.

"Now Michele, I'm going to tie your ankles to the bed just like your wrists and if you struggle Carmel is going to belt you; aren't you dear?"

"Oh please struggle honey, there's nothing more I'd like than to belt you one across your smug, pretty face." Carmel replies.

'Why are they being so cruel' I think to myself, bewildered. 'They had so been so nice earlier on!'

I submit while Charlotte finds another pair of my hose and lashes my ankles to the bed-base; she has to tie one end of the stockings to the steel bedpost and the other to my ankles because my feet do not reach right to the end of the bed. This allows me some small movement in my legs due to the stretchiness of the nylon stockings.

"Now; lets get started shall we?" smirks Carmel to Charlotte.

Carmel lowers her heavily made-up face to mine once again. I struggle and turn my face to one side to evade her kiss. Whack!!! Carmel slaps my face with her open hand.

"Come on Michele, you liked this before, now stop playing coy," she smirks.

Carmel lowers her lips to mine as I force myself to hold still while she does to me what she wants. Her soft lipsticked lips gently press themselves against mine, my lipstick smears and mingles with hers as she pushes harder and her lips crush themselves on mine.

Carmel's tongue pushes between my lips and slowly slides over my teeth. I capitulate and open my mouth and run my tongue against hers and taste her sweet mouth. My penis hardens again and rustles against my nylon panties. Then I feel a cool hand slide up my stockinged leg and under my skirt; it strokes the top of my thigh and slowly the fingernails scrape up the bare skin where my stockings end and up to the bulge in my silken full-cut panties. The nails slowly scrape across my nylon-encased cock and I sigh into Carmel's mouth and push my lips harder against hers. I surrender; the stimulation is too much.

I realise that Charlotte has moved down the bed and it is her ministrating to my engorged penis. The feeling of Carmel's soft lips against mine, her silken body straddling me as she forces her kisses on me, and the slow torture of Charlotte's fingernails against my panty-clad member are too much to fight against; I push against my bonds lifting my face to reciprocate Carmel's kisses and raise my skirted ass up off the bed to encourage Charlotte's caresses.

"Oh the bitch likes this after all; maybe all she needed was a little persuasion," Charlotte giggles.

"Let's try some more persuasion and see what happens," she laughs.

I feel my skirt being rucked up and bunched up around my waist. I can't help but assist by raising my ass off the bed; Charlotte now has my hard cock firmly gripped in her hand through my sheer nylon panties and is slowly working her fist up and down it; the feeling is delightful. Carmel has adjusted herself so she is lying on top of me, her upper body encased in her skin-tight silky dress is pushing against my satin blouse crating little butterflies of sensation. One hosed leg slides up and down my stockinged leg driving me wild with lust.

Charlotte's hand reaches inside my panties and frees my erect member pulling it out of the waistband; she strokes it gently now, slowly up and down, dragging her fingernails over the sensitive glans at the top of the up-stroke. I groan again.

"Oh Carmel! Oh Charlotte! You naughty girls!" I whisper into Carmel's mouth as she continues to kiss me deeply.

She is now stroking my face and pulls her face away from mine briefly; she looks in my heavily made-up eyes and whispers back,

"I knew you would like this; I'm going to make this special for you Michele."

Carmel then lowers her luscious lips to mine and we continue our passionate kiss. Then I feel Charlotte's hot breath on my thighs, she is kissing my stocking tops as she slowly wanks me with one hand and caresses my panty-clad balls with the other. Her kisses move up my thighs and across my nyloned balls and then I feel her hot wet mouth engulf me.

I groan again and rise my ass up off the bed in acceptance of Charlotte's oral worship of my shaft. My tongue is wildly exploring Carmel's mouth and I strain against my bonds to kiss her harder. Charlotte is working her mouth up and down up erect member, her tongue fluttering against the glans. I am close to coming. Carmel pulls her face away from mine briefly and whispers,

"Look!"

I raise my head as much as my bonds will allow and look down my body as Carmel slides over to one side so as not to obstruct my view. Looking down I see my legs spread; my ankles tied with the stockings which are lashed to the bedposts. I see my slender legs encased in silky flesh toned stockings, the reinforced nylon stocking heels visible in my strappy white high heels. My white leather miniskirt is bunched up around my waist and there is Charlotte's head buried in my groin.

Charlotte lifts her head slightly and turns to look up at me; she is beautiful for a plump girl. Her face is framed by the shocking, frizzy, bottle blonde wig with pink and blue streaks running though it, her heavy makeup with black eyeliner, dark pink and powder blue blush, and glittery multi-coloured eyeshadow. Her glossy bright red full lips grip the shaft of my penis.

"See," giggles Carmel, "I told you we came to comfort you."

Carmel now straddles me again and as our nylons rub my cock spasms in Charlottes mouth.

"She's ready for you Carm," Charlotte declares removing her head from groin, "and you better be quick!"

I wonder what she means……………..

Then it dawns on me as Carmel adjusts her position over me, she reaches under her dress and I hear a ripping sound as she tears the gusset seam of her pantyhose with a fingernail.

"Just relax honey," she whispers and kisses me briefly.

Then she adjusts herself again so that she is sitting over me with her lovely ass over my erect penis. She hitches up her dress. With one hand she pulls aside her panties and torn pantyhose gusset whilst with the other she grips my penis and positions it against her puckered anus.

Carmel slowly lowers herself onto me and I slide into her all the way. She pushes down and her panty-clad ass cheeks rest on my thighs; the nylon of her panties and torn hose rub against my shaft and balls as she slowly starts to ride me, putting her hands on the bed behind her to support her weight as she fucks my rock hard clitty.

Charlotte moves up to the top of the bed and begins to kiss me slowly, her tongue throbbing in my mouth as my penis throbs deep in Carmel's ass. My cock feels so snug and tight as Carmel rides me, her sleek back passage spasming against my invading member. Carmel is groaning and moaning,

"Oh Michele, fuck me!"

"Michele Fuck Me!"

"Michele………FUCK ME!!!!!"

I am delirious with passion, my clitty is trapped deep inside Carmel and as she rides me I push up to meet her as she slams her pantied ass against my groin. My silky lingerie is sending little explosions into my groin where it comes into contact with Carmel as she bucks over me, the rustle of silk, and nylon and satin becomes the background music to our groans and sighs as we approach orgasm.

I open my eyes because has Charlotte stopped kissing me, I am disappointed because her lipstick kisses were adding so much to my stimulation. I turn my head to see that Charlotte has freed her short stubby cock from her panties and is viciously wanking it. She looks down into my eyes and I see the pleading there.

"Please?" she whispers.

"Ok," I whisper in capitulation.

Charlotte kneels on the side of the bed, her stubby clitty sticking out from her groin, her sleek dance tights are pulled down and her fishnet stockings strain on the red garters where she has roughly adjusted her underwear to allow access to her angry little cock. She has pulled off her Lycra mini and dropped it around her high-heeled feet.

I can't move my head too far because of my bonds but I turn my head to one side and greedily suck Charlotte's hard fat clitty into my mouth. It tastes salty but clean and I immediately begin to suck it and slide my tongue all over it. The sight of my fellatio act must have aroused Carmel further because she is now bent forward over me and is slamming her ass up and down on my cock in a frenzy. My penis is now throbbing with excitement and I can feel my orgasm build as Carmel's hot ass pulses against my cock and drives itself up and down my shaft.

Charlotte is now groaning in time with Carmel as I suck and lick her fat little hard clitty-cock. I can feel it begin to spasm.

"Fuck me Michele!" Groans Carmel.

"Suck me Michele!" Groans Charlotte.

And I do! I fuck and suck and I come! My penis explodes deep in Carmel's ass and I rise up to thrust it in as far in as it will go. Carmel responds and pushes down grinding her pantyhosed ass against my panty-clad balls as I unload steam after stream of hot semen deep in her back passage. At the same time Charlotte grips my head and pulls my face into her groin as she jets huge globs of her seed into my mouth.

The experience an orgasm like nothing I have ever felt. My cock is exploding with the friction and pulsing of Carmel's tight ass; my balls are electrified by the sensation of Carmel's panty and hosed ass rubbing against their silky nylon panty prison; my mouth and lips are on fire as I suck and swallow Charlotte's hot seed, the feel of her stubby member invading my mouth is beautiful; and all over my body, the silky satin feel of my lingerie, skirt, blouse and stockings is amplifying the electric pulses of the most fantastic orgasm of my life.

After about three minute of intense pleasure, Charlotte removes her flaccid penis from my mouth; a trickle of her spend drops onto my chin as she tucks her angry little weapon back into the gusset of her sheer dance tights. Carmel eases herself off me, giggling as my cock plops out her ass. She stands next to the bed and adjusts her clitty inside her hose and panties and smooths down her black satin sheath dress. It's only then I notice the semen stains on her underwear and realise she has ejaculated whilst I was fucking her.

I lie there, my hands and feet tied, my skirt hiked around my waist; nyloned legs spread, my slowly deflating penis sticking out of the waistband my sheer panties. My makeup is smeared and wig tousled due to the passionate struggle I have just endured and enjoyed. The single drop of Charlotte's semen glistens on my chin.

"That was wonderful!" whispers Charlotte.

"Wonderful!" whispers Carmel.

"Wonderful!" I whisper.

"Fucking wonderful ladies; I really enjoyed the show. Now who the fuck gave you permission to play those sort of games!"

Oh my God! It's Eddie. He's looking though the bars of my workroom cell pushing his sticky, gnarled cock back into his pants. A pool of semen glistens at his feet in the low light.

"Now; how the fuck am I going to punish you girls for using something that I own and that everyone else has to pay for to use!"

"YOU!!!!!" he screamed pointing his shaking finger at the three of us.

 

 

To be continued……………………………………………….

Michele And The Predator - Part IV

PantyhosePrincess on Transgender Stories

MICHELE AND PREDATOR - PART VI

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Michele Nylons

Michele ended up sandwiched between the Predator and the stranger who occupied the corner of the booth. She heard her subjugator murmur something about 'red' which she didn't understand. She certainly understood the implication of the next sentence that he spoke, "Look what I bought us to play with!"

Then she was forced to turn her face towards the Predator who kissed her and then he turned her towards the other man who also kissed her. The stranger had recently shaved and smelled of the shower he must have recently taken, and although she

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could taste scotch and cigarettes on his breath, she could also discern an aftertaste of mouthwash. He kissed her gently, running his tongue along the inside of her mouth. He was only the second man that had ever kissed her and he was far more gentle and considerate than the Predator. Then Michele paled; she heard the unmistakeable sound of a zipper being opened. She looked down and saw that both men had their flies open and had taken out their semi erect penises.

Michele paled at the sight of the male organs exposed one either side of her as she sat on the cheap bench seat. She knew better than to resist when the Predator placed her polished fingernailed hand in his lap and again when the man she now knew as Red did the same; the Predator threatened her but it was not necessary, she knew what was expected of her and she had no escape. Michele loosely encircled both of the flaccid cocks in her fingers and began to slowly stroke them. She felt them both stiffen and elongate immediately; the texture of the organs was slightly silky along the shafts and spongy at the glans. She had of course masturbated herself on innumerable occasions but holding someone else's manhood in her hands was strange; and she had to admit, a little empowering. Both men started to groan softly and then the Predator squeezed her wrist and bought his face close to hers and whispered, "Harder." Then he started to kiss her driving his tongue in and around her mouth as their lips remained mashed together.

Michele again decided that resistance was useless and that her best option was to satisfy the two men as quickly as possible in the forlorn hope that they might let her go after this. She grasped both of their penises tightly and took up a slow, hard rhythmic stroke. Michele moved her body against the Predator's as he continued to kiss her, she used a masturbation technique that she used on herself when she wanted to come quickly, squeezing the shaft harder on each upstroke and lightly feathering her fingers down the quivering shafts on the downstroke. She could feel pre-seminal fluid leaking from the eye of the glans of penises and she smeared it along the shafts, lubricating them as she stroked and fondled them.

Michele concentrated on stimulating the erect members whilst at the same time returning the Predators hard kisses as he panted into her mouth; she could hear Red groaning and hoped that the rest of the patrons in the seedy bar were not paying any attention to what was going on in the back booth. Then she felt the Predator pull his face away from hers and he whispered in her ear "Look!" She glanced down to look below the table; she saw that both men had pressed their legs against her nyloned thighs, the flies on their jeans were opened and the two hard cocks were standing rigid with her red painted fingernails sliding slowly up and down them as she firmly stroked the straining meat.

"No! out there stupid!" her captor hissed; and she looked up to see that just about every head in the bar was turned towards her watching her simultaneously wanking off the two men.

Michele was stunned by the look of wanton lust in the eyes of the other patrons as they watched the blond-haired, heavily made-up, mini-skirted matron masturbate her two male companions. She again felt that sense of power as she stroked the two throbbing cocks harder in anticipation of their ejaculation. She stared across the room at a table of three rough looking biker types and licked her lips to tease them; for the first time since this nightmare began she felt powerful and in control. Michele could hear the Predator and Red gasp as their orgasms shook them and she caressed their rigid poles and squeezed and stroked them, milking them of their offerings. She felt the first hot jets of semen shoot forth and splash on her thighs, soaking through the nylon of her stockings and warming her skin beneath the layers of hosiery; sticky gobbets of sperm ran down over her clenched fingers coating her painted red fingernails with hot viscous fluid. As Michele heard both men groan with the intensity of their combined orgasms she wriggled her body and flicked her hair, staring back into the lust filled eyes of her audience. She was taken with the power she held in this bar; the two men beside her were coming over her legs because she had control of their male organs and the rest of the customers in this dark seedy bar were mesmerised by her attractive female form and were obviously lusting after her.

Michele waited until her two companions had finished their climax and then she amazed everyone in the bar, herself included, by lifting her hands to her mouth and placing her sperm spattered fingers, one at a time, between her lipsticked lips and sucking them clean of the sticky male issue. She sampled the musty tang of semen, which earlier tonight she had been forced to taste for the first time, and continued to stare back at the enthralled clientele. Michele was rock hard, her cock straining against the gusset of her pantyhose and panties.

The Predator was amazed at the transvestite whore's actions; she had been meek and mild all night, afraid of him, and had only capitulated to his sexual peccadillos when forced to do so. What was this bitch up to? Was she starting to like this? Well, he thought, let's see how far she is willing to go? He turned her face towards his again and whispered into her ear, "Go and fix your makeup honey," and zipped up his pants and slid out of the booth so that the transvestite could extricate herself from the bench seat. As she slid past him he saw her leather miniskirt ride up her thighs exposing her red nylon panties, the bulge of her erection trapped behind the lace panel. He could also see the glittering diamantes on her fully-fashioned stocking tops and the silvery spatter of his and Red's semen on her sheer black stockinged thighs. She stood up and took her clutch purse and tottered off on her high-heels towards the toilets just behind the booth.

The Predator watched her falter in her red high-heels and his eyes followed the back seams on her gossamer black stockings from where they began at the fashioned Cuban heels to where they disappeared under her black leather miniskirt, her well rounded arse was emphasised by the tight skirt. Her white nylon blouse glowed ethereally in the dim neon lighting; the colours from the cheap beer signs creating highlights in her blonde bob and reflecting off her jewellery; she was the most desirable thing he had ever seen, and he was beginning to like the way the evening was developing. It must be obvious to the barflies staring at his captive that she was a transvestite; the bitch looked sexy and slutty the way she was dressed and with the lashings of makeup she wore; but her mannerisms and her walk were a dead give away that she was a man. Whatever the case, there was no disguising the lust in their eyes and the overpowering sexual tension in the bar.

Michele rose from the seat aware that the Predator was ogling her legs and that all eyes in the bar were on her; she felt so potent to have all these men obviously wanting her, she knew that she should be disgusted with herself for such thoughts after what had happened to her tonight, but wasn't this what she had always really wanted? Wasn't it her dream to be sought after as a highly attractive woman? Ok, so maybe she hadn't wished to be forced to subjugate herself to this monster, the Predator, whom she had read about in the papers, but still, didn't she now have some control over the situation? There was no way he could hurt her here in this bar with the patrons looking on. Besides, she was now genuinely horny; sure the power thing was there, but she still had a sex drive and now it was working overtime.

Michele decided it was time for her to take the lead for a while; to see how far she could manipulate these men who lusted after her. She could feel all of their eyes on her back, gobbling up her legs and arse; she turned her head over her left shoulder, flicked her blonde fringe and winked wantonly at the three bikers sitting at the table. Her exotically made up eyes, mascared lashes, her rouged cheeks and plum-red lipsticked mouth were erotic and inviting. She wiggled her arse (which was not that hard because she could hardly walk in her heels anyway) and turned towards the toilet. She didn't even hesitate, she walked straight past the dim lighted "His" sign and went straight to the door marked "Hers". Michele closed the door behind her, leaned against the wall and started to shake. What the fuck was she playing at????

The Predator couldn't believe his eyes; what the fuck was she playing at???? Well if she thought she was ready to play with the boys, he could arrange that alright. He just hoped she realised that these boys wouldn't play nice; she had better be careful or she might get more attention than she wanted.

The Predator thought about it for a minute and tried to figure out just what the bitch was up to; maybe she thought she had some sort of control of the situation now. 'Well let's just see what happens then shall we?' he thought as he saw the three biker types looking expectantly over his way. He nodded his head at them and then nodded towards the door to the ladies toilet. The three bikers rose as one, tossed off their drinks, and ambled towards the back of the bar in the direction of the ladies. As they passed by one of the bikers gave the Predator a steely glance and grumbled, "You cool with this; you know, with your lady and all?" The Predator smiled back, "Sure man; besides, she's no lady," he laughed as the bikers sauntered past and filed into the ladies toilet one by one. The Predator sat down beside Red who had watched the performance both amused and intrigued. "Let's get some drinks, have a smoke and then see if our little trannie needs some help," he laughed. "I told you we would have some fun tonight Red," he laughed and went to the bar for drinks.

Michele looked around and was not surprised to find that the ladies room was as shabby as the rest of the bar. The tiled room had a wall mounted mirror running the full length of one wall; a vanity shelf with hand basins set into it was fixed below the mirror. Michele imagined hookers and trashy bargirls leaning over the vanity, adjusting their hair and applying makeup on the bar's busy nights; chattering and complaining amongst themselves about prospective punters and their lazy barfly boyfriends. Four toilet cubicles took up the adjacent wall and three shabby armchairs were arranged around a low table covered in cigarette burns and drink stains; a stained pink ottoman lounge sat ignominiously in the centre of the room, as if this one piece of trashy chic furniture could lift the tone of the squalid restroom. It stank of piss, cigarettes, alcohol, cheap perfume and disinfectant.

Michele was startled as the door banged open and the three bikers entered the room, their boots thumping on the tiled floor. They circled her, manoeuvring her into the middle of the room; they smelt of whisky, cigarettes and raw lust. Well, Michele thought to herself; now was the time to see if she could handle herself. She felt trepidation, but also she felt sexy and attractive; her only concern was if these ruffians hadn't yet figured out that she was a transvestite. "I'm not what you think I am," she whispered. "Oh you're exactly what we think you are; now just shut up and don't spoil our fun," the largest of the three answered and reached out to her.

Michele fell into his arms and kissed him full on the lips, sliding her tongue into his mouth. She encircled him with one arm and reached down and stroked his thickening member through his denim jeans with her free hand. She was fed up with being used; now she was going to take control. The biker gently pushed her backwards and she walked back two steps until she felt the ottoman on the back of her legs. She eased herself down on the lounge, pulling the biker down with her. She reclined back on the ottoman and the biker positioned himself astride her; their kiss never breaking. Michele slid herself under the huge man so that he was straddling her; she kissed him deeply and stoked his leonine head, his hair was long, greasy and dank as it fell either side of her face. She felt his hand slide up her silky nyloned thigh and stroke her stocking tops and his breathing quickened. Michele was erect again in her pretty panties.

Michele reached down and unzipped the biker; she rummaged in his underwear and her fingers found his sleek hard cock and freed it from its prison. She placed the hot iron bar against her leg and rubbed it slowly from side to side, excited by the feel of man-flesh on her stockinged leg. The biker reached under her skirt and massaged the very top of her other thigh, his fingernails snagging on her pantyhose; then she felt the hose split and his hand reached inside her pantyhose, gripped the nylon gusset and tore a gaping hole. He struggled briefly and extricated his cock from her hand and positioned it inside her panties and between her buttocks and began to slowly dry fuck her. Michele bucked underneath him so that she could lift up her arse and wrap her legs around his; she fucked him back, feeling his smooth hard cock rub against her inner buttocks and against the bud of her rear entrance.

The Predator opened the door to the ladies and was astounded at the sight before him. The largest of the bikers had the bitch down on the ottoman and was on top of her; her glossy black nyloned legs were wrapped around him, her skirt hiked up displaying her garters and bejewelled stocking tops, her spiky red high heels danced in the air as she bucked and rubbed herself against the biker. The biker's shaggy mane covered her face as he kissed her passionately and her arms were wrapped around the biker, holding him in a wanton embrace as the bitch sensuously gyrated beneath him. The bitch was enjoying it!!! The two other bikers stood on either side of the ottoman stroking their hard cocks as they jutted from their jeans. The Predator moved inside and sat in one of the shabby armchairs and sipped his drink as he watched the performance.

Michele felt disappointed as the biker on top of her stopped kissing her and pushed himself up using his forearms; then she realised why he had shifted position as the glans of his penis nestled in her arse bud. She saw something out the corner of her eyes and realised that the two other bikers had positioned themselves one either side of the ottoman, kneeling down and thrusting their hard cocks towards her face. She knew what they wanted; she was in control; they wanted her. Michele reached out and caressed one of the hard cocks, slowly stoking it, marvelling at the feel of the sleek male organ. She turned her head sideways and opened her mouth in offering. The rigid member slid into her hot moist mouth and she began to suck on it as the biker slowly thrusted in and out of her ruby red lipsticked mouth. She reached out her other hand and grasped the remaining cock between her fingers and slowly started to stroke the erect organ.

The Predator was becoming extremely aroused at the sight before him. His pretty whore with the lovely blonde bob, pink and blue eyeshadow, thick mascara, dark kohl eyeliner and rouged cheeks was sucking on the rampant hard member of a greasy biker whilst her manicured, red fingernailed hand stroked and fondled the knobbly cock of the other ruffian. The ruffles on her white nylon blouse were crushed under the weight of the third biker who was stride her between her stockinged thighs, her leather mini was bunched around her waist and her red high heels were dangling in the air as her ankles crossed over behind his back, the silver anklet gleamed against the dark nylon hosiery. The Predator was jealous!!! He couldn't believe his reaction to the situation; she was supposed to be debased for HIS pleasure; but the bitch was loving it. He was jealous!!!

Michele tried to control her breathing as the cock in her mouth worked its was in and out slowly; when she could, she trilled her tongue under the sensitive base of the glans, she could feel the cock throb in her mouth every time she did that. The cock in her hand was quite knobbly to the touch and rock hard; it was streaming pre-seminal fluid and her fingers were slick with the clear viscous lubricant. She took her hand away for a few seconds and heard the biker she was wanking groan with dismay. Michele reached underneath herself and wiped the lubricant from her fingers along the cock that was wedged in her arse bud, ensuring she got plenty of it on the bulbous head of the hard member. Then she returned her hand to the other waiting organ and continued to stroke and squeeze it.

Michele was now ready to prove that she could take charge of these three dangerous hooligans; she was in control! She pushed her arse up and relaxed her sphincter and felt the head of the first bikers cock slide inside her; as he tried to force his way in further she clamped down with her inner muscles and gripped his member tightly with her sphincter bud. "Gently; slowly," she mumbled around the cock in her mouth. The man straddling her got the message and relaxed. The cock was slightly uncomfortable wedged just inside her, but she knew from her experience earlier in the evening that it would soon feel better. She relaxed again and allowed the member to slowly ease inside her, controlling its entry with contractions of her back passage. Michele gasped as she felt the appendage fill her up and swell and pulsate inside her; positioned as she was, the head of the organ was wedged against her prostate and she felt her own member become throb; freed from the torn pantyhose, it jammed itself in the front lacy panel of her nylon panties. As the biker on top of her began to fuck her, his belly pressed down and rubbed against her nylon encased member amplifying the spikes of sexual pleasure shooting from her prostate.

Michele was now fully engrossed in the threesome and had to concentrate in order to pay attention to all three cocks. She sucked on the hard cock in her mouth and licked and slavered at the glans whilst maintaining a steady rhythm as she masturbated the mottled member she held tightly in the grip of her right hand. Michele felt her own orgasm building; the lovely presence of the hard cock in her back passage thrusting against her prostate, her silken panties rubbing back and forth across her member as the biker fucked her, combined with the salty, musky throbbing cock in her mouth and the feel of the hard slick erection in her right hand was bringing her to sensory overload. She felt the biker who was fucking her quicken his pace and his crotch made loud slapping sounds as he slammed against her thighs and buttocks, Michele fucked him back, timing her thrusts to meet his; the cock in her mouth increased its tempo sliding in and out of her painted mouth faster and faster as she sucked and slavered at the slick throbbing meat. The cock in her hand started to quiver and convulse and she grasped the slimy organ as hard as she could and wanked it furiously.

Michele climaxed.

Michele felt her back passage flood as the cock jammed in there spewed out stream after stream of hot seed until it ran out of her and pooled in her panties; the cock in her mouth convulsed and shot a torrent of warm sticky sperm which she swallowed as she sucked down hard on the quivering organ; the cock in her hand erupted jet after jet of milky cream all over fingers and as the biker's orgasm intensified ropes of come shot over her arm, shoulder and neck and she also felt a stream on it spurt into her hair. Her own orgasm shook her, intensified by the simultaneous emissions happening inside and over her body. Michele's cock quivered in her panties and as the biker who was fucking her pushed hard into her, the pressure of his body against her sensitive nylon wrapped organ caused it to erupt a hot sticky mess into her knickers, some of which began to dribble down and stain her suspender belt and skirt.

Michele spasmed and quivered as the most intense orgasm of her life shook her; she nearly passed out in reaction to the concentrated pleasure wracking her body. She finally lay still and became aware of her surroundings. The biker who had mounted her lifted her legs from around his body and gently lowered them, one either side of him. The bikers kneeling either side of her head stuffed their sticky cocks back inside their pants and then zipped them up, stood and sauntered to the door. The biker between her legs stuffed his organ away as well, and then he leaned forward. He kissed her passionately and then whispered "Who are you?"

Michele murmured back, lost for breath, "Michele."

"Well Michele," he smiled, "you come back here any time you want to sweetheart."

He quickly kissed her again on the lips, rose and strolled after his friends.

To be continued.............

 

Plastic Surgery Nightmare

Lucy23 on Transgender Stories

     My name is Heather and im a total bitch. Im the kind of girl who has had the looks and the wealth all my life, ive never gone wanting for anything and i expect to be adored. I was alway's the popular one at school and i held everybodies reputation in my hands, if i said you where cool you where if i said geek thats what you where until i said otherwise. There was a girl called Claire on her first day she tried to make friends with me, she said my dress was lovely, just someone trying to be nice but i made some comment about how if she was srtaring at my dress she must be gay and thats how she was known for the rest of her two years at my school, and it came back to haught me.

   I got out of the shower and looked at my body. Perfect legs, perfect

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backside , perfect trimmed pussy, perfect wasit, sexy face apart from my small perky boobs i had the perfect body. I want big boobs, ones that burst out of every top
and get attention from everyone. Since there was a new plastic surgeon who had just arrived in our townand had done good work on some of the women my family knew ( although they wouldn't admit it ) I thought it was time to get my boobs enlarged as a gift from me to me.

   There was supposed to be a six month waiting list for new customers but i was told there was an opening if i got make it in two days time, so i jumped at it. Two days later i was sitting in the waiting room feeling horny, thinking of the doctor who would be staring and touching my body.I was called into the operation room told to strip naked and get on the table.

" The doctor is running late but  she should be here soon" Said the receptionist. She? i thought  i don't want a woman looking at my wonderfful body. I want to get a person horny with my body not jealous, but im getting my boobs so i don't care. I took my clothes off and got on the table, it was freezing my nipples stiffened straight away i grabbed my boobs and my hand moved in between my legs. I was fingering my pussy so fast knowing that any second the doc could walk in, i was so horny and started to cum iwas riding against my fingers feeling so good when the door opened and in walked the doctor catching me masturbate i was so embarest i felt that her eyes delighted in watching me orgasm. When i regained my posture she asked if i was ready and i gave a quick and sharp " Yes of course" and about twenty minutes later i was given enough drugs and felt myself fall into unconsiousness.

 

 I woke up after what seemed like the longest sleep ever. I was wearing one of those hospital gowns that are open at the back, I held one of my new boobs in my hand and it felt perfect, i grabbed the other breast and it felt the same i slide the gown off my shoulders and stared. They were wonderful they looked and felt so real there wasn't any scaring, in fact you could look as close as you could and there wouldn't be any sign of a boob job. I just could leave my new boobs alone, squeeing them rubbing them playing with my errect nipples it was making me so horny, i was really really hot and horny and i could feel my huge cock getting hard.

    I froze hands still all over my breasts. It must be the drugs they gave me, i cant't really be feeling what im feeling. I conviced myself to lower my hand and touch my pussy. My hand rubbed against the base of huge hard monster cock.

" oh no oh  no oh no" i repeated over and over. The gown dropped to the floor to expose my 12 inch wonder cock. Tears where rolling down my face as i sobbed like a child " My pussy my pussy what did they do?" my voice was so shocked that it was like a whisper " What the fuck happened to my pussy!!!" I screamed as i found my voice. The door opened and my doctor walked in.

" Those breasts look wonderful don't they Heather but that cock is most probaly the best work ive ever done."

" Why? I didn't ask for this." I whined.

" Yes honey you did. You've been asking for it for quite sometime now. Everybody knows you are a spoiled little bitch."

" But ive done nothing to you" I pleaded

" You where right all those years ago Heather, i was well still am gay but you made it sound so bad."

" What? oh my god Claire!" how did i miss her "look im sorry im so sorry but you cant do this to me." She stood  by my side let her hands brush my boobs as it moved down and grabbed hold of my new cock. I gasped with pleasure, it felt so good, she moved her hand back and forth.

" i can do this you don't have a say." She started to pump hard " Tell me that doesn't feel good, tell me and i will stop" I tried to tell her that i hated it but it felt so good my lips just wouldn't move. My new penis sprayed the floor with hot cum as i heard myself scream in delight and i dropped to my knee's. " Well you looked like you enjoyed that" She laughed.

" Please i'll do whatever you want just put me back." i begged i even held her leg as i pleaded.

"No, you deserve this"

" Fine if your not going to do it ill find someone who will" I stood up grabbing my clothes and put my hand on the door to leave.

" Nobody can baby they wouldn't know how, my methods are far to advanced for just any one to do." She let her scrubs slide off from her frame and just with the site of her naked body my cock stood errect again. " I did'nt know you liked women, i take that silence to mean yes." she laughed at me " Because you look so sad and pathetic i will make you a deal."

" Yes yes anything i'll do anything" I grabbed her arm  " what evr you say"

" I want you to fuck me"  she said taking my errection in her hand. " And if you can tell me with all honesty that it wasn't the besy ever then i will take my work back from you but if you can't then you stay attached to my work of art."

" yes ok " i said with my head bowed humiliated knowing i had no choice. I was pushed back onto the table  as she climbed onto of me. I almost came straight away as her pussy lips rapped around my hard member. She rotated her hips around as she moved up and down, i whimpered as her hands grabbed my boobs and squeezed. " oh fuck yes" the words slipped out, i tried to think of as many unsexy things as i could to take mt mind away from the mind blowing fuck that Claire was giving me, it didn't work " fuck me yes"  i begged

" Your a dirty whore aren't you , a filthy dirty slut." her hand slapped against my boobs  as she moved to a higher tempo in her thrusting. " You're gonna cum for me, i want to hear you cum." and on her command i did.

" Yes yes please Claire fuck me please make me cum." i was screaming with such delight even though i was trying not to sound like i was enjoying it so much.

" Tell me" she said as she stopped in the middle of my orgasm." tell me how good it is."

" Its so good Claire it the best ever." oh no i didn't . She lifted herself off of me smiling and laughing to herself."Make me come please" i begged

" Finish yourself baby, you gonna have to get used to that thing now" She walked out of the room leaving me alone crying a river of tears as i started wanking my own cock.

" I want my pussy back" i sobbed as i came spraying my face and hair with my warm spunk, as i sat there soaking in my own cum i knew Claire had more in store for me.
 

My Philippine Girl

Angel_Erotica on Transgender Stories

My name is Angel Smith I am a 23 year old guy with a nice toned fit body, and about a 8 inch dick and for 2 or 3 years I have been fantasying about having sex with a Shemale/Transexual……well T-Girl for short I say. I work as a construction worker and had just recently start going after my fantasy. I have been searching online for T-Girls that live near me, but had no luck at that so I started contacting just random ones that I seen that I thought were hot. I went through a couple but none seemed interested in me since I was far from them. Then I came across one that lived in the Philippines, she was a goddess beautiful all over about 5’5 or 5’6 and a slim waste with long black hair and tasty looking lips smooth sexy legs and nice C-D cup ti

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ts and to wrap it all up a nice round ass.

 

 We talked for a good while on yahoo messenger (like 3 or 4 months) and one day we both had our web cams on and started talking dirty and things got heated between us…very heated. As she talked about kissing her way down my body licking my chest and stomach as she went then unzipping my pants and pulling out my dick and sucking it till I shot all in her mouth……well that started make’n my 8 inch cock really stiff. Then I replied by telling her I would kiss her deeply then tear off her cloths and lick her tits and as I kiss and lick her body I would stroke her cock, then kissing my way down and sliding my tongue down her body and over her cock and balls and not stopping till my tongue touches her hot ass hole. She type that I had turned her on and made her want me….so I said well lets fuck on cam and she quickly replied yes. We both striped and her nice smooth slim sexy body laid on her bed rubbing her self all over softly stroke’n her cock and rubbing her tits as I stroked my dick I type’n to her that I wanted to fuck her so hard. She said well I guess I’ll pretend this is you…..as she pulled out a nice sized dildo about 7 inches maybe and she started sucking on it and rubbing her balls and ass at the same time. I jerked my dick looking at her sexy body as she sucked her dildo, then she moved it down to her ass and pressed it against the hole and slid it in and I could tell by her face she was moaning deeply. My cock got even harder when she started fucking her ass with that dildo she sat up and started bouncing on it as if she was ride’n my dick and I felt like I could explode already from be so turned on, but I kept stoke’n holding back my load. She started bouncing faster and faster then I saw her scream out and cum shooting out of her dick as she fucked that dildo wildly….as I saw that I started stroking faster and faster then shot my load all over my stomach and hands…….well cleaned up then started talked about her moving here to the U.S. since we had been talking for so long and just had a great session of cyber sex, we talked long about it and decided that she would move here and live with me in 2 weeks.

 Those 2 long weeks almost every night I dreamed about me and her make’n love and going out to places but before I knew it the day was here I had to pick her up from the air port. As I drove to the air port many things of what I should do when I see her ran through my head. As I was waiting for her to come through the doors I thought that I would grab her and kiss her deeply, and then there she was walking to me she ran and jumped into my arms and we kissed make’n out for about 10 minutes at least haha…..On the drive back to my house we talked and as we talked I noticed that her skirt she was wearing had slid up her leg a bit and I just could resist rubbing that oh so sexy leg, so I did and she looked at me and we saw in each others eye what was to come when we would get home. As soon as we walked through the door I was carrying her bags and she walked in front of me I dropped the bags and shut the door grabbed her spun her around and lifted her around my waist and pressed her aginst the wall kissing deeply I rubbed her ass and she started taking off my shirt and I let her down tore off her shirt and slid her panties down and she pulled my shirt and pants off then slowly took my dick head into her mouth and slowly started sucking me and it felt like nothing I had ever felt before it was amazing and I rub and grabbed her hair as she lick and slurped my cock. She stopped and with only her skirt still on she walked over to the bed room and called me with her finger and walked in an laid on the bed,  I quickly followed her and she laid now completely naked with her legs spread and I came to her dropped down and started licking her ass hole slowly and deeply as she moaned and called for me grabbing my hair and the sheets I stroked her dick as I ate he hot ass she told me to suck her before I fuck her so as I took her cock into my mouth I pushed my index and middle finger into her ass she gasped and moaned as I fingered and suck her. I stopped lifted and pressed my dick to her hole and slide it in slowly and she looked at me moaned telling me to make love to her so I bent down and laid on top of her and kissed her as I worked my dick into her she gasped and moaned as we kissed I slowly moved in and out of her swirling my hips as I glided my rock hard dick in and out of her. After a few minutes of making love to her she said I was make’n her even hotter as I worked her then she bit my lip and rolled us over and at my surprise she still had me in her and she started rolling her body make’n her ass move in a way that felt so good I could feel my cum boiling in my hot balls, she asked me if I liked that (I replied with a kiss and yes) and then she pressed her hands on my chest rolling her ass moaning….softly saying my name tell me she loves my cock, I told her that her ass felt amazing and she then stopped and sat up and started bouncing  up and down now screaming as she bounce I rubbed her body and tits, then started stroking her dick make’n her moan and scream more. I stopped her bouncing and started thrusting up into her make my hips slab her ass she now screaming my name and telling me harder that she is about to cum, I then grabbed her hips and as I started thrusting up I made her body bounce up and down she is scream as we sweat and moan kissing and biting each others lips, she screams that’s she is going to cum and as I lay there I stop and she sits all the way down on me I starts jerking her and she shoots all over my belly and chest after she cums she slowly swirls her ass around and scoops up her cum on her 2 fingers and puts it to my mouth so I start licking and suck her finger swallowing her cum (I never tasted cum but when I licked hers it tasted of a sweet nectar) as she grinds on my dick I tell her that I want her to swallow my cum too and she simply nods and lifts off and I get of the bed now standing and she lays on the bed and pulls my cock into her mouth sucking it deeply and rubbing my stomach and balls looking at me and asking if it feels good and I moan and rubbing her head telling her yes and that I love when she sucks me. I tell her that I’m about to cum and she opens her mouth and stokes my dick until I bust my load all in her mouth as I cum she starts sucking me again swallowing all of me then I lay down beside her kissing her as we rub each other all over tell that we love each other and then drifting asleep naked holding each other.

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Blueball savior

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        It was getting late but I didn't really care.  I'm eighteen and loving life at the moment. I got that familiar hazy feeling behind my eyes and another toung dancing with mine.  I had corerced Jennie out to my car after work to smoke a bowl, it had been a long night and I figured we could both use some relaxation, plus I was hoping to have another session with her.  Jennie is a very cute ninteen year old blond with eyes to die for and the body to match.  And right now she had her hand in my pants slowly sliding up and down my dick.  I moved my kissing to her neck and Jennie gripped my dick a little harder as she let out a small gasp.  Kissing her neck and nibbling on her earlobe alittle bit I wispered, "Jennie you're s

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o sexy you're driving me nuts!" "You're driving me nuts." she wispered back.  Just when I thought that my dick couldn't get any harder her cellphone rings.  "Oh its Mike, he's probably wondering when I'm going to be home." she told me, Mike was, no,  is her boyfriend a real chump if you ask me.  She's going to dump him soon its just that she waiting for the right time or at least that's what she tells me.  "I gonna have to get going soon." she sadly tells me.  God this girl is so cute.  I tenderly kiss her on the lips and she kisses me back.  I move my massaging of her thigh up her body and gently squeeze her right boob.  Then I pinch her nipple and smile.  Jennie giggles, "Oh, we want to be naughty do we?" I look her in the eyes saying "You love the way I play with you don't deny it." She just smiles as she leans in and engulfs the head of my dick in her mouth, this time making me gasp.  I run my hand down her back to her panties and play with her ass and panties while she gives me one of the best blowjobs of my entire life.  She jerks me off a bit as she catches her breath then moves back in and licks my balls alittle and runs her toung up the length of my dick and continues up my stomach and chest to my lips and she kisses me.  Then whispers in my ear, "I'll give you a call tomorrow." I'm just dumbfounded as I watch Jennie get out of my car and go over to her car and pull off.  God she was cute, and evil. . .

        1:30 A.M. and I finally pull into the driveway of my parents place.  Lights are all out, even Tyler's light and he's usually up late, they must all be sleeping.  I was glad to be home but man did I have the worst blueballs going on.  Trying to be a quiet as possible I made my way to the kitchen for a snack and something to drink then proceeded on to my room.  On the way to my room I passed my little sisters room and the thought hits me to go into her room and check her out alittle before I rescue my dick from the pain of the blueballs Jennie gave me.  My little sister is fourteen years old and has become something of a little hottie.  Amber, my little sister, is a short brunette with perky tits and a bit of bubble in her butt.  Sure fourteen is young but if you seen her in her short white skirt any man would want to lay it down to her.  I know she has already been sexually active because I have heard her through my wall getting fingered or fucked by her boyfriend a couple of times.  Plus it was a hot night so I was hoping she wouldn't be wearing much.  I used my cellphone to light my way as made it to Amber's bedside.  Perfect, she was feeling hot and slept with only a shirt and panties on.  I pulled the blanket off exposing her long legs.  Wanting a better view I decided to turn on her blacklight.  What a little hottie, she's going to make a lot of guys happy.  And tonight it was my turn.  My balls were hurting so bad by this time and my little sister was looking so sexy.  The night was hot and it was making her sweat alittle bit which only made her look hotter and made me hornier.  I decided I'd be quiet and jerk off right there as I watched her so I pulled my dick out of my pants and went to work.  As I worked my shaft I got bolder and decided to touch her alittle.  I gently placed my left hand on her boob and groped her.  Her tits are small but they are enough.  I played with both of her boobs for a bit then moved down to touch her crotch.  I could feel the heat from her pussy as i touched her panties.  I could also feel a little bit of moisture, perhaps it was sweat or perhaps it was something else.  I would have to investigate to be sure.  Moving her left leg out to the side of the bed for more room I could see that she was indeed wet for me.  But just to be sure I decided to stick a finger under to feel her wetness.  Her pussy had some soft fuzz growing around it and a hot liquid center that I couldn't help but taste.  Nector of a goddess.  And right then I decided that jerking it was not doing it for me and I needed that pussy for myself.  Positioning myself above her body I placed a hand to her side and slowly moved my legs to inbetween her legs.  My heart racing my mind started to worry that she might wake up, but I only wanted to feel what it was like inside her for a couple of strokes then I would be done.  In position I moved my hand down her thigh to her panties and hooking a finger under the lip I moved it to the side revealing her young hot pussy.  I poked a finger in a couple of times to loosen her alittle then I heard, "Jeff?. . .you're not, what do you think you're doing?"  She was tired, she almost thought I was her boyfriend, I had to think fast,  "Amber you're going to help me or I'm going to tell mom and dad that you have been having sex with Jeff."  She was puzzled, "What do you mean help you, you're my brother I don't want to do that."  "I'm sorry" I told her "I don't mean to hurt you but I need this and besides you don't want you're relationship with Jeff to be over do you?  Just relax and and keep your voice down."  All she could do is whisper no as I moved my dick up and down her pussy.  I tried to calm her as I began to enter her telling her that it would be over in just a moment and that I was so happy she was being such a loving sister.  I could tell she had never had someone as large as me from the tears welling up in her eyes.  She was so unbelievably tight, tighter than a virgin which as I continued into her I found she was not.  I grabed her legs and pushed them back and apart as I pulled out and entered again.  The pain in my balls had subsided and the pleasure was beginning to mount up again.  I could tell by the look in Amber's eyes that she did not want to be having sex with her brother but I could tell by her actions that I was actually going to get away with this.  I continued to pump my dick in and out of her young pussy as I played with her tits again.  Amber tried to push my hand away but that only made me go underneath her shirt to feel her tits.  I was almost home so I begin to pound her pussy to bring it round.  I can feel my nuts hitting her ass as I pound away at my sister's pussy and then I begin to stiffen up, pulling out just in time to bust my massive load all over her panties and shirt.  I use my hand and my sister's pussy juice to massage the rest of my load out, that was amazing.  I tell her one last time, "Remember, you don't say anything and I won't say anything, ok.  Night my little sister."  I left to go to bed and hear her whisper as I go, "Night."

No Friend of Mine

Cade69 on Incest Stories

No Friend of Mine by Anal_King I awoke to the noise of my mother and father returning from a party. I could hear my mom giggle as they struggled to climb the stairs. Based on the racket they were making out there, it was obvious they had partied hard. I took a glance at the clock on my nightstand. It read 2:17. I turned my head in the other direction and saw my friend Kevin, snoozing on top of his sleeping bag. Kevin is a good friend of mine. We've known each other since Junior High. During summer breaks, we usually make it a point to sleep over each other's houses at least two or three times a month. Tonight was Kevin's third time sleeping over my house this month. I really didn't mind, though, since he was fun to hang out with and always brought along some goodies like a porn DVD or an X
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-Box game. I put my head down on the pillow and let steady hum of the air conditioner take me back into a deep slumber. I awoke again but this time it was to relieve my full bladder. I threw the sheets aside and sat on my bed. I noticed Kevin was not in the room. He probably left to use the bathroom. Since I was up already, I decided I might as well wait out in the hall until he finished his business. I shuffled out of my room and felt the warm blast of air surround my body. My father didn't like to use the central air conditioning unit if he didn't have to. Said it cost him a fortune to run. That's why we all had a separate air conditioner in our rooms. I made my way along the carpet, rubbing my eyes, trying to focus in the dark. As I neared my parents' bedroom, my ears picked up what sounded like a moan. I stopped in my tracks listening. This time it was a grunt and a moan. Yes! My parents were fucking again. I was beginning to get an erection just thinking about my mom getting fucked by my dad. I hugged the wall as I crept closer to their bedroom. Using the palm of my left hand, I eased the door open, looked inside, and witnessed a sight I would never have believed if you had told me to my face. On my parent's bed, I found Kevin on top of my mother. He had her legs over his shoulders and his ass was moving up and down as he fucked her sloppy, pink cunt. He bent down to capture her right nipple and greedily sucked in her jiggling mound of tit flesh. She moaned at the milking of her jug while my father slept soundly beside them. Her giant brown areola was wet from the constant nursing of her bloated nipple. I stared in open-mouthed lust while Kevin switched over to her left nipple, never losing his rhythm as he sunk to the hilt in her pussy. The fact that it was my own mother getting fucked by my friend, only served to magnify my feelings of hurt and betrayal. Why would she invite Kevin to fuck her on her marriage bed? Deep down inside, if I had to be honest with myself, I guess what really bothered me was how jealous I was of their affair. Ever since I can remember, I've had lustful feelings for my mother. I looked forward to the weekends when she would carelessly walk around the house in just her shirt and panties, displaying her awesome 36D tits and her large round ass. My mother, Sheila Graham, is what you would call an average looking woman. A regular plain Jane if you will. I know she was never going to win a beauty contest, but with her voluptuous body constantly making my dick hard, she was, to me, my personal beauty queen. Even at a mature 44 with extra pounds lining her belly, hips, and ass, she still manages to turn some heads around. The thing that totally blew my fuckin'mind away was that they were fucking right beside my sleeping father. What the hell was that about! Talk about no respect. Kevin's grunts snapped me to the present. His shiny, wet cock drove deep into my mother's womb where he began to deposit his baby making cum. He panted and moaned as he emptied his semen into her thirsty womb. When he finally caught his breath, he slid out of her wet gash and slipped into his boxers. My mother had her eyes closed with a smirk on her face. She looked well fucked. Looking down at her twat, I could see Kevin's cum leaking from her gaping pussy lips. Before either one of them caught me, I made my way back to my room and slipped under the covers. Kevin came in about five minutes later. Pretending to be asleep, I saw him staring at me through the slits of my eyes. He was satisfied I was dead to the world and went to lie down on his sleeping bag. After what seemed like an hour, but according to the clock was only about 15 minutes, Kevin began to snore. Taking that as my cue, I made my way out of the room to relieve my bladder. First, I stopped at my parent's bedroom. The light was still on and my mom was on her left side facing my father's back. Her big juicy ass stuck out from under the sheets with Kevin's cum spilling out over her bottom. I silently walked in and turned off the lamp. Closing the door behind me, I ran to the bathroom to relieve myself. Both ways! The next morning, Kevin departed saying he had to run some errands for his mom. I didn't care. As far as I was concerned, Kevin's status as my good friend was over. He was going to be relegated to the status of an acquaintance. During the day, I watched my mother like a hawk trying to see if anything was amiss. She didn't appear to be anything but her old cheerful self. Well, not exactly cheerful since she had a doozy of a hangover. Later that night, I jerked-off many times to the images of my mother having her pussy hammered by Kevin. I knew it was wrong because a son should never think of his mother in that way, but I couldn't stop the arousal I felt growing in my body. It was Thursday evening when Kevin rang my house to see if he could sleep over again. He said he had the new computer game I talked about so much. I had to admit, it was a tempting offer which I was grudgingly going to reject. But when he also mentioned that he had swiped his brother's anal DVD, I swallowed my jealousy and invited him over for the following Saturday. I wasn't thrilled about the idea, but I knew I was getting something out of the deal. Before I knew it, Saturday was here. And like we planned, Kevin showed up with his sleeping bag and a bag full of goodies. We waited for my parents to leave for yet another dumb party where they would get sloshed. The DVD was awesome. It had four hours of non-stop ass fucking. I've never seen so many gaping holes in my life. By around 12:30, Kevin and I were just finishing the DVD when we started to get sleepy. Like before, he slept in his sleeping bag on the floor. And also like before, I was awoken by my giggling mother while my father shushed her silent. They got to their bedroom and not ten minutes later, I could hear their moans as they happily fucked the night away. I peeked over at Kevin and noticed he was still sleeping--or was he? Only time would tell. I forced myself to lay awake for another half hour. I heard Kevin rustling on the floor. I shut my eyes as Kevin called out to me. I made some gurgling sounds in my throat and shifted on my side. Satisfied that I was asleep, he got up and tippy-toed out of my room. I knew where he was going and this time I followed close behind him. When I opened my door, I saw him duck into my parent's bedroom. I crept down to their room and saw Kevin just as he was removing his boxers. His stiff cock bobbed in the air as he made his way to my parent's bed. They were both snoring by this time. Mom must've fallen asleep after my dad fucked her. She was still on her elbows and knees with her face buried into the pillow and her ass high in the air. It was the first time I ever saw her creamy ass cheeks so lewdly displayed like that. It made my cock jerk uncontrollably. Kevin stood by her side of the bed. He bent down and planted a kiss on each luscious cheek. He then began to massage her meaty globes, pulling and kneading like they were fine pastry dough. At that moment, it dawned on me that my mother never invited Kevin into her bed last week. Nor tonight for that matter. He was simply taking advantage of her drunken state. He roughly spread her ass cheeks wide apart and held them open. His gaze fell on her bottom hole which began to buckle and dilate under the pressure of his grip. With his open mouth, Kevin released his drool on her winking rosebud. Overcome with lust and the unmistakable aroma of her of sweet ass, Kevin swooped down like a bird of prey to lap at her shitter. "God, your ass taste so sweet, Mrs. Graham," he whispered. "I bet your ass is cherry. Well, don't worry, he slurped, I'm gonna bust this baby wide open with my big, fat cock." After he sufficiently dined on her ass, he inserted two fingers into her sopping twat. He scooped out a glob of dad's cum mixed with my mom's pussy juice and proceeded to rub it around her tight sphincter. He then pressed his index finger against her puckered anus. Maintaining the pressure until it slid in to the knuckle. I heard my mother's muffled slur as he pumped his finger in and out of her clutching asshole. At this point, my cock was ready to tear a hole through the front of my drawers. When Kevin was satisfied with the job he had done, he got on the bed and mounted my mother. With one thrust, he was in to the hilt. He moaned as his dick moved to and fro into her moist sheath. My mother never even stirred while Kevin fucked her wet gash. She just went right on sleeping. After a few more thrusts, he pulled his veiny cock from between her hairy lips, lowered his head, and spat on her shit hole one more time. Grabbing his dick with his right hand, he lined his cock and pressed against her rosy anus. Since his back was to me, I couldn't actually see the penetration. However, I could tell he found his target because my mother twist her hips at the last possible moment, forcing Kevin's cock to slide up her back. "Shit!" he snapped in frustration. "Shtop Johnathan. You're being very naughty," my mother slurred. Jonathan was my father's name. She began to giggle as Kevin tried to steady her with both hands. Her ass looked really good from where I stood in the hall, as she erotically moved it around, not realizing the effect she was having on both Kevin and me. She stopped her teasing long enough for him to move his left hand on the small of her back. And with his right, he brought the crown of his raging prick to her sweet pucker and nudged at her opening. My mother jerked her bottom again which caused her left knee to slip off the bed. Her left foot landed with a thump on the floor. She giggled into her pillow. I could see his patience was wearing thin. So, not to be denied any longer, he roughly clutched her meaty thigh and brought her knee onto the bed. He then manhandled my giggling mother into the position he first found her in and saddled up behind her. Closing the gap between their thighs, he locked her into place forcing her head against the wall. I saw his right hand move in front of him. The muscles in his back began to strain. When her giggling turned into a loud gasp, I knew at that moment, Kevin had finally skewered my mom on his fuck stick. I know you're probably asking yourselves why didn't I go in there and clobber the prick. Well, being a virgin who rarely gets to witness fucking up close and personal may have something to do with it. But don't get me wrong. I have a simple plan that is going to rectify this problem once and for all. All I ask is your patience. He brought his hands around her waist and pulled her toward him while he slid his pulsing shaft deeper and deeper. My mother whimpered as Kevin began pumping his cock against her fleshy cheeks. His heavy cum filled balls swung in time with his deep thrusts. He paused to reach down and grab a handful of her swinging tits. Then he resumed his fucking of her ass. Sweat slithered down his back as his unrelenting attack on my mother's virgin hole continued. I could hear soft, slapping sounds filling the room. Every time Kevin's hips made contact with her doughy cheeks, a wave would form. Instead of cries now, moans escaped my mother's lips, drowning my father's snores. Kevin leaned back to watch his cock pumping in and out of her tight ring. His feverish strokes were becoming erratic. I knew he was reaching the home stretch now. "Ah fuck, Mrs. Graham. Your tight ass is gonna make me cum. I'm gonna cum so deep into your shit chute," he panted. Then, with a final shove of his hips, he groaned his release as he squirted his searing load deep down into my mother's bowels. From the twitching of his balls, I knew he was unloading a large amount of his cum into her burning rectum. All that scalding cream must've triggered something in my mother because she wailed as her body was gripped by an intense orgasm. I had never heard anything like it. Surprisingly, my dad didn't either. He kept right on snoring as he was made a cuckold for the second time in his life. Kevin collapsed on her back, holding her warm nude body against him. He put his cheek against hers and said, "Oh Mrs. Graham, Sheila. You're a fucking goddess." With his lust now sated, Kevin pulled his dick out of her ass and got off the bed. My eyes widened at her gaping shit hole. Her once pink sphincter, now red with blood, had cum oozing out of it. Looking over at Kevin, I could see his prick was still hard as he took a Kleenex to wipe away a small speck of shit off the swollen head of his throbbing cock. When he was done, he dumped the tissue into the pail and picked up his shorts. I moved back into the cover of the dark waiting for him to emerge from their room. I heard him click off the light and walk out into the hall. As he rounded the corner to get to my room, his nose made a crunch as it connected with my fist. I told you I had a simple plan. Before his screams woke the neighborhood up, I silenced his cries with the palm of my hand. Blood was pouring out all over his face down my arm. I yanked him by the collar of his shirt and dragged his sorry ass down the stairs out the house. I popped him one in the stomach which brought him crashing down to his knees. Now with the air out of his lungs, I laid out how things were going to be. "Fuck face! Listen real good to what I've got to say. First, as of right now, we are no longer friends. Understand! You are nothing but a fuckin'turd in my book. Second, if I ever hear you mentioning to anyone that you fucked my mother, I'll rip your face apart and then have you brought up on charges of rape and sodomy. Do we understand each other, ass wipe?" I towered over him with my fists ready to pummel him into the ground. He saw it, too. "Yeah... I... I got it, man." Satisfied he meant what he said, I let him run off into the night barefoot and without clothes. I went back into the house and spent the better part of an hour cleaning up his blood from the carpet and floor. Before heading to bed, I peaked in my parents' bedroom and found my mom still on her knees with her lovely big ass in the air. Only this time her shit hole was closed, leaking Kevin's thick cum. The thought of plowing her pink orifice crossed my mind. But, I didn't think I could live with the guilt and shame, no matter how tempting her derriere seemed. The following afternoon, I didn't hear any yelling from my parents, so I assumed my mother was none the wiser. Throughout the week, images of Kevin fucking my mom kept popping into my mind. My lust for my mother was at an all time high, getting stronger each day. I didn't know what I was going to do. Since I was still a virgin and without a girlfriend, my only means of release was by whacking off. And after a while, that wasn't even good enough to alleviate my appetite for her ass. Finally, into the second week of my lust-fever, my parents announced they were going out to a dance and not to wait up for them. The mere thought she might come back drunk again, had my hands trembling. Why? Well, let's look at the facts: 1) unrestricted access to her pussy and ass, 2) the risk of getting caught was next to nil, seeing how my dad slept like a log, and 3) repeat fucks as long as she remained drunk. Those reasons alone made it easier to push aside the guilt and shame I felt before. Of course, it makes things easier when the little head calls all the shots. After a couple of hours of some really bad T.V. entertainment, I decided a little shuteye was in order for tonight's debasement. It wasn't easy but I managed to catch some z's before the jabber of my drunken parents woke me up. I glanced at the clock. It was 2:55 in the morning. I knew I'd have to bide my time for another thirty minutes before they got down to action. The onset of a tight knot formed in the pit of my stomach as I thought about what I was going to do to my mother. My dick began to billow at the thought. I removed my pajamas to make room for my turgid fuck stick. It was throbbing painfully at this point. Precum coated the tip as images of her meaty ass raced through my mind. The clock showed more than half an hour had passed. "It's now or never," I murmured. I knew I'd be going to hell for this but to me, it was worth it. I left my room with only a t-shirt and a naked cock slicing through the air. When I reached their door, I placed my ear against its cold surface and heard the familiar sounds of snoring. Very slowly, I turned the handle and opened the door. They left the light on again. My mother was out cold sleeping on her side facing away from me. She had on one of dad's white t-shirts. Her smooth globes lay bare to my hungry eyes. I tried to control my breathing while her chest rose up, then down, as she slept oblivious to my lustful needs. I went down on my knees and threw the blanket off. Her mouth-watering cheeks were no more than three inches from my face. They looked so sexy I had no choice but to reach out rub the palm of my hands over their warm curves. I heard the pounding of my blood. All the while reminding myself to breathe. I stood up grasped my mother by the waist and pulled her wide ass over the edge of the bed. She didn't even stir. I moved her into the fetal position which forced her ass to stick out. Grabbing one of the many pillows she had thrown on the floor, I placed it under my knees. Then, clutching her ass, I spread her creamy cheeks apart and moved my tongue into the crevasse of her ass. She had a sweaty but faint underarm scent that kicked my lust up a notch. My tongue sought out her ridged anus. Saliva dripped into her rubbery pucker as I bore my tip in. I pulled my head back to inspect my handiwork. Her sphincter and cleft shone from my spit. The twitch in my cock told me it was time. I picked up the bottle of liquid KY that I brought with me and squeezed out a good tablespoon on her rosy shit hole. I began to slowly rub it around enjoying the feel of her ridges under my fingertip. With another squeeze of the bottle, I wormed my finger into her tight passage. My mother blindly swat my face as I pulled out to the nail. I applied another drop of lube and penetrated her anus again but this time with two fingers. I sawed while my mother's legs scissored up and down as she tried to escape the feeling of being anally violated. Her soft cheeks twisted and squirmed as she attempted to dislodge my fingers from her sexy bottom. With only a few ounces of the lube left, I lathered my turgid fuck stick. Then I pried her top cheek apart and placed my swollen knob against her spongy anus, testing the strength of its elasticity. Feeling no resistance, I split her sphincter. The muscles of her rectum clamped around my dick. I moaned in pleasure, she moaned in pain. I gave one hard thrust and buried my pole to the hilt. She gasped awake. I was overwhelmed by her searing heat to care at that point. "Please . . . Johnathan. Honey, you're too big for my bottom. I can't--" She dropped her head on the pillow. By this time if my father didn't awake to sounds of his son fucking his wife of 25 years, he was never going to. Feeling I was about to cum--what else do you expect from a virgin--I clutched her bulging hip in my hands and really began to lay into her. With three strokes left in me, on the final plunge, my mushroom head burst open spurting rope after rope of milky white semen into her bowels. I professed my undying love to her while tears of joy stained my face. My nut sack contracted sending more of my splooge into her colon. There was a moment where I thought I might black out--her as felt that good. I removed my dick and marveled at my mom's gaping shit chute. If that doesn't make a man horny, I don't know what will. My dick was covered in lube, semen, and streaks of shit. Just the sight of it blew me away. The reality of fucking your own mother is nothing like the fantasies I harbored. Fucked out and ready to call it a night, I grabbed a couple of tissues and wiped her crack. After I was done, I kissed each cheek before kissing her good night. Again, my mother never suspected a thing if you can believe that. She must've felt my cum sliding out her ass as she took a leak. Maybe she did know something was up but was keeping quiet about it. Who knows? All I can say is, if I never have to move out of my parent's house, I'll be one happy man. P. S. A few months after that incident, I managed to snap a picture of my mother's ass as she begged who she thought was my father, to fuck her good and hard. Her cheeks and sphincter are wet in this photo because I just finished eating her out. If you want to see her in all her glory, just drop me a line. The End

It's Good To Be Family

pd7512 on Incest Stories

   When my sister-in-law moved in, I didn’t foresee what was to come. She is my wife’s twin, although they really don’t look alike. My wife, Tammy, is about five-seven with long sandy blond hair. She has 36C boobs, which aren’t bad at all, and the best ass that I’ve ever seen. Her best feature is a set of lips that are really awesome. She could suck the chrome off a bumper. Her sister, Gina, is only about five feet tall. She is somewhat rounder that my wife, although she isn’t fat at all. Her boobs are bigger, and she has a cute little bubble butt.

    When Gina’s company relocated last year, they eliminated her job. After her severance package ran out, she couldn’t afford the rent at her apartment. Thatâ€â„

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¢s where we came in. My wife couldn’t allow her twin sister to be homeless, and I had always liked Gina anyway, so we offered her our spare room. The first couple of days were occupied with the move. We would work all evening, then pass out. By the time that the first weekend had rolled around, we finally had some free time. On Friday night, we rented some videos and popped a tub of corn. After that, we settled in to watch the movies.

     Everything was pretty normal, until about halfway thru the second movie. All of a sudden, my wife pushed the pause button on the remote and stood up. “What’s going on?” I asked her. “These jeans are way too hot,” she said. “I’m going to change into something more comfortable.” Gina hopped to her feet, and said “Me too, I’m dying to get out of these clothes. With that, they trotted off to their respective rooms, while I sat there with many horny thoughts running around my little mind.

    When they returned, I thought that my eyes would pop out. Tammy, my wife, was wearing a light blue shortie nightgown, with a fuzzy fringe around the bottom. When she moved, her panty clad ass would occasionally flash into view. She had on a pair of French cut silk panties that showed off her cheeks to perfection. My sister-in-law, Gina, was wearing a long red nightgown that was split on either side to the top of her thighs. It was cut low enough that her pretty cleavage was on view. The best part was the lacy material that the top was made of. Her nipples were outlined perfectly. I had never seen her body, and I was very impressed.

    We started watching our movie again, but I couldn’t keep my eyes off Gina’s tits. Every time that she shifted in the chair across from us, a new angle would present itself. I could feel my cock getting hard under the blanket that I shared with my wife. “ Hey,” Tammy said, “ Are you staring at Gina’s tits?” I didn’t know what to say. Tammy was smiling, but that doesn’t always mean that she’s happy. “ Sorry,” I said. “ I guess I’ll have to get used to having two of you around.” “I don’t mind.” Gina said. “ I’ve always thought they were too big anyway.” She lifted her tits with both hands and looked down at them. Oh my God, I thought, while trying not to cream my pants. Tammy laughed. “Greg seems to think they’re fine.”

    She ran her hand under the blanket and found what she knew would be there. She slipped her hand in my pants, grasping my rigid eight inch cock. I could see that Gina knew what was happening, by the slight smile that she had on her face. Tammy slid her head under our blanket and swallowed my engorged dick. She was completely out of sight, but the up and down motion was impossible to miss. As she sucked my cock, her sister watched in rapt attention. After about three minutes, I saw her press her hand to the front of her negligee, putting pressure on her pussy. Tammy’s ass was out from under the cover, so I slid my hand between her legs, and inside her panties. I pushed the crotch to the side exposing her shaven pussy to view. While she sucked me like a Hoover, I spread her pussy open with a finger and thumb, and began rubbing her clit. Gina, who was only three feet away, stared at her sister’s pussy. Her hand was making little circular motions on the outside of her nightgown. She let out a little sigh and licked her lips. I felt my orgasm begin to build. I couldn’t help but cry out “ Yes, YES, OH Fuck YES!!” as I filled my wife’s pretty mouth with cum.

   I collapsed back on the sofa, as Tammy emerged from the Glory Cave that she had made of our blanket. Cum was dripping off her chin, and smeared across her cheeks. We all sat looking at one another, waiting for someone to say something. Tammy said, “We’ll all be living together. We can’t be bashful about these things. We only have one bathroom, and these wall are very thin. We might as well be open about our needs. Besides, we’re all family. You two are like brother and sister.”

   Gina smiled. “You’re right, sis. We’re all adults. We shouldn’t be a bunch of prudes.” With that she stood up and said “I’ve got to get some sleep. You guys have fun.” The she kissed me on the corner of the mouth. When she kissed Tammy goodnight, a drop of my cum stuck to her bottom lip. “Yum.” she said, licking it off as she headed to bed.

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    The next morning, Tammy and I were up early, because we had an early appointment in the city. We were both in the bathroom, getting ready to go. Our bathroom is fairly small, maybe about fourteen by fourteen. The shower has a clear glass door and we have a long vanity on the opposite wall. Tammy was in the shower, and I was in my jockeys getting ready to join her when the door opened. There was Gina, still attired in the red negligee from the previous night.

    “Gee, Guys, I’m so sorry,” she said , as she started to pull the door closed. Tammy said, “That’s OK, sis, you can come in.” Gina looked uncertain for a minute, then shrugged. “We are all family,” she said, as she stepped in, closing the door behind her. Now, I hadn’t pissed yet, so for the first time, she noticed the tent in my shorts. I always wake up with a hard-on. I guess that’s just nature. “Oh my!” Gina said with a smile. “Did I interrupt something?” “No,” I laughed, “I just need to pee.” “Go ahead and pee,” Tammy spoke up from the shower. “I need my back washed.”

   “Are you sure?” I asked.

   “Oh come on, we’re family. Don’t be bashful now.” So with both girls looking on, my wife in the shower, her sister standing beside me so closely that our arms were touching, I dropped my underwear to the floor. Gina didn’t attempt to hide that fact that she was staring at my cock. As I started to piss, the stream did what it does when there is a hard-on present, and went in three different directions. Without a word, Gina reached out and took my hard cock in her hand. She directed the stream of my piss into the toilet for what must have been a full minute. When I was done, she even shook me off two or three times.

   “Thanks for the hand,” my wife said from the shower. She laughed at the look on my face. With a last little caress of the head of my cock, Gina took her hand away. I stepped into the shower and closed the door, but we were still completely visible to each other. My wife grasped my cock in her hand and began to jack me off. Gina slipped the straps of her gown off her shoulders, and let it fall to the floor. Her tits were spectacular. A d cup at least, and topped with perfect pink nipples, at least an inch long. Her pussy lips were full enough that I could see them while she was standing up, which was enhanced by the thin strip of hair that ended at the top of her clit.

    She moved to sit on the toilet. “Hey, that’s no fair. You watched me piss.” I said with a smile. Tammy continued to pull me off. Gina stood up, but the angle was no good, so I still couldn’t see. Tammy said, “ Get in here with us. This is a garden tub, we’ve got plenty of room.” Gina stepped into the shower. She put one foot on the side of the tub, and leaned back against the wall. Her pussy looked great. She opened the lips, and the inside was as pink as could be. Tammy and I got on our knees, for the best view, then Gina let go. I had never seen a woman piss. It was incredibly erotic.

    As soon as she was done, Tammy rubbed her hand across her sister’s pussy. I had no idea that she had ever even thought of a woman, much less her sister. Then Tammy slid her tongue deep into her sister’s cunt. She ate Gina’s pussy like a pro. Gina was cumming in a minute. The girls switched, and I got to see Gina eat my wife’s pussy. She seemed to have a little more experience. Soon Tammy was screaming for mercy, but Gina kept licking and sucking her clit with abandon.

    Gina’s position gave me a great view of her bent over ass and pussy. After a few minutes, I couldn’t take it anymore and pressed my cockhead against her tight box. When she felt me there, she leaned back, impaling herself on my cock. I fucked her for about ten minutes, while she ate her sister’s cunt. After about thirty orgasms, my wife slid around behind her sister, and watched me fucking her pretty pussy.

    She held out a hand to stop me, and I thought, Well crap, She’s mad now. To my amazement, however, she guided my cock from Gina’s pussy to her little rosebud asshole. As I slid into her sister’s ass, my wife held my balls in one hand and fingered her sister’s cunt with the other. Soon, the tightness of Gina’s ass was too much, and with a shout that must have scared the neighbors, I filled her cute hienie with cum. After we all got our breaths, Gina looked over her shoulder at me, her Brother-in-law, and Tammy, her sister - Whose hand was still deep in Gina’s cunt - and said, “It’s good to be family.”

The Twins on Vacation

Mopac12003 on Incest Stories

I’m sitting 31000 ft. above the Atlantic Ocean and trying not to think about the Bermuda Triangle, which we of course have to fly through.  I’m guessing Florida is somewhere off to my left, but I don’t care.  If I had my way, I’d have never come home.  Maybe I should back up.  My family and I are flying back from the US Virgin Islands.

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un: yes">  I’m Ian.  I’m 16 years old, and have two sisters: Jorden, who’s my twin sister, and Allie, who is 13.  Jorden and I are sophomores in high school, and we’re just finishing spring break.  We spent it on St. John, the smallest of the three U.S.V.I.

 

It was a great trip.  We rented a house just outside Coral Bay.  For those of you not familiar with the island, it’s 9 miles long, and at the widest point is 5 miles.  It’s tiny.  There aren’t any stoplights, and only 4 stop signs.  The fasted speed limit, at least official speed limit, is 35mph.  The largest town is Cruz Bay, and it’s smaller than the town I live in.  Coral Bay is on the opposite end of the island.  It takes about 20 minutes to get there since the roads wind up and down and left and right a lot.  The house we rented was about halfway up the “mountain” that dominates the island.  Let’s just say you better have good brakes to get back down the road.

 

The house itself was awesome.  The islanders have a different idea of what a house should look like, if I may paraphrase Jorden.  It was divided into 3 freestanding bedrooms, as well as a kitchen/dinning room.  The house also had a pool, and each bedroom had its own little sitting area, you know, one of those couch and chairs-around-a-coffee-table-in front-of-the-TV deals.  Although, the TV was a plasma screen.  The other interesting thing about the house was that none of the windows had glass in them, and the only doorways that actually had doors were the entrance, and the bathrooms.  Instead, for the other doorways, there were these garage-door like roll-up doors to keep the weather out.  I had fun with those.

 

So, anyway, that’s where we stayed.  The view was also killer.  Since we were high-up, we could see just about every one of the British Virgin Islands, which are right next door to the USVI.  We also had a great view of the sunsets over the bay below us.

 

Well, we got there Sunday afternoon.  Winnie, the lady from the rental company met us at the ferry dock, and showed us our cars.  We had to rent two because we all didn’t fit in one with all our stuff.  Mom, Dad, and Allie got a Jeep Liberty, while Jorden and I, since we both have licenses, got a Jeep Wrangler.  Most of the cars on the island are small SUV’s, for obvious reasons.  Once we had all our stuff loaded, Winnie led us to the house.  She unlocked everything for us, showed us how everything worked, and where stuff was, then left, leaving us explicit instructions to call her if we needed anything at all.

 

After that, it was time to see who got what bedroom.  One had a king-sized bed, one had a queen, and the last had twin-beds.  Allie ran into the one with the queen shouting, “This one’s mine!”

 

Jorden and I looked at each other, shrugged, picked up our bags, and went to the one with the twin-beds, since Mom and Dad had the one with the king, and were taking a nap.  We didn’t care, hey, we were twins; we were closer to each other than to anyone else in the world, even our parents.  Well, I immediately started playing with those garage-door thingies, much to Jorden’s amusement.  “You may be older than me (I was by 13 minutes), but you sure do have some interesting ways of having fun,” she said.  I just laughed.  I knew she was gonna start making them go up and down herself.  She and I are a lot alike.

 

Maybe I should describe her to you.  She’s about 5’10”, tall for a girl, but I’m already 6’, and our dad’s 6’4”.  She has long, wavy brown hair, which my mom and Allie are jealous of, which frames her face.  If you’ve seen the music video for the song Collide, the girl in it looks like Jorden.  She has an athletic build, but neither one of us are good at sports, we work tech crew in theater instead, running sound and lights.  Both of us have light skin, but hers is slightly darker than mine; she tans easier, and we both have ice-blue eyes.  She has small boobs too.  I don’t know cup sizes, but I’m guessing wither A or B cup.  She calls them her “handful tits.”

 

So, after our parents had their nap, and I played on my laptop a bit, it was time for dinner.  It’s an all day travel to get here, so we were starved.  We’ve been to the island before, quite a few times actually, so we knew the good restaurants.  We decided to go to Fishtrap; one of my favorites.  Mom, Dad, and Allie took the Liberty, while Jorden and I went in the Wrangler, quoting movies all the way in between switching gears.

 

“Fesic, are there rocks ahead?”

 

“If there are, we’ll all be dead!”

 

“No more rhymes now, I mean it!”

 

“Does anybody want a peanut?”

 

Well, we ate well that night, then headed back home and went to bed.  It’d been a long day.  We spent the next day at the beach hanging out, snorkeling, and I finished the DaVinci Code, a great book.  We went out to eat again that night, then came back to the house and crashed.

 

The next day, Tuesday, started out the same way, but, as I would later discover, it would change my relationship with Jorden forever.

 

We woke up that morning, ready to go.  The plan was to spend the morning at one beach, then go to another one in the afternoon, after we had lunch of course.  We decided to spend the morning at Salt Pond Bay.  It wasn’t too far from the house, so, we piled into the cars and took off.  We parked, then walked down the path to the beach head.  Once we got there, Jorden and I swam off towards Ram Head, ‘cause there’s some good reefs to go snorkeling around. 

 

About an hour later, we headed back towards the beach.  When we got back, we took off our fins and masks, and commandeered the beach chairs from our sister.  Now, before I go on any further, let me say that I had never looked at Jorden in a sexual way before, but seeing her there in her swimsuit, the way her boobs barely filled her top, how her bikini fit around her butt, even her long wet hair, made me realize how hot she actually was, and made someone down under get a little excited.  She looked over and saw me staring at her, and gave me one of her sly smiles, as I tried to move around to get rid of my newly pitched tent.

 

After swimming again for a while, it was time for lunch; my stomach told me so.  One of the reasons we went to Salt Pond was that the Shipwreck (a bar/grill, not an actual wrecked ship) was just back up the road.  They have one of the best burgers on the entire island, just hope you don’t get the crabby bar-tender lady as your waitress, it’d put a damper on your day, trust me.  So, while we were sitting there, talking about Jimmy Buffett, after all, I was eating a cheeseburger in paradise, Jorden looks at me and says, “Hey, instead of hitting the beach, why don’t you and I knock around Cruz Bay?  I’d like to go in some of the shops there.”

 

“Sure,” I said.  “But let’s stop at the house first, I want a new shirt, I think there’s a guppy swimming around in this one.”

 

“Fine by me, I need to grab my purse anyway.”

 

“If you two go into town, have your phones on,” Mom told us.

 

“If you need us, we’re headed to Trunk Bay,” Dad added.

 

“Can I go too?” this one from Allie.

 

“No, you come with us,” Dad told her.  “There’s some good snorkeling there.  I think you’ll like it.”

 

“Well, in that case,” Allie said.

 

We finished eating, and agreed to meet back at the house by 4, so we all could get ready for dinner, and decide where to go.  We got back to the house, and I changed shirts, and Jorden grabbed her purse.

 

We got back in the Jeep and headed towards Cruz Bay, with my iPod playing O.A.R. through the car’s stereo.  This time, we talked about music.  We’re both musicians, and are probably going to make a career out of sound engineering for concerts.

 

“Don’t you think Mick Jagger’s getting a little too old to be touring?”  Jorden asked.

 

“Yeah, but I love the way he smashes his walker at the end of the show.  And Keith Richards looks like he got hit by a comet.”

 

“Be nice,” she said.

 

“What about Kiss?”

 

“Don’t get me started.”

 

We spent a few hours walking in and around the shops by the Fishtrap.  I bought a shell necklace for a friend back home.  Jorden bought this thing that I forget the name of, but it does begin with an “S”.  You wrap it around your waist to cover up your swimsuit.  I have to admit, though I had no idea what it was, she did look good in it.  We also stopped by the Cruz Bay Watersports shop.  She found a swimsuit that she liked, but couldn’t try on, since she didn’t have underwear on: we never changed out of our swimsuits.  It kinda bummed her out.

 

“Hey, I’m sure we’ll be back soon.  You can try it on then,” I told her.

 

“Yeah, you’re right.  Besides, I’d like Allie’s opinion on it.”

 

Right then, my phone rang.  “Hello?” I said, answering.

 

“Where are you guys?  It’s ,” Mom said on the other end of the line. 

 

“Oh shoot, we lost track of the time.  We’re on our way,” I told her.

 

“Actually, we’re going to that new restaurant by us, the one at the bottom of our street.  Meet us there by 5.”

 

“Ok,” I said.  “We’re headed that way right now.  If we get there first, we’ll get a table.”

 

“All right, we’ll see you then.  Bye”

 

“Bye,” I said, then hit end.

 

“’Lemme guess, Mom, right?” Jorden asked, walking up behind me.

 

“Yep.”

“How much trouble are we in?”

 

“I have no idea, but we’re meeting them at the restaurant at 5.  We’d better get going.”

 

“So what’s going on tonight?  I mean, 5’s a little early for us to be eating,” Jorden said.

 

“Hey, we on Island Time mon,” I told her using my best Jamaican accent.  “That or Dad and Allie are worn out.”

 

“Nah, you know those two can go on for hours.”


            “True,” I said, climbing behind the wheel of the Jeep.

 

We drove across the island to Coral Bay with the top down, and without the doors on the jeep. 

 

“It’s pretty down here,” Jorden said to me, curled up in her seat.  “It’d be neat to have a house down here.  One we could come to whenever we wanted,” she said, dreamily.

 

“Yeah, that’d be cool.  I wonder how hard it’d be to convince Dad that we needed one.”

 

“I don’t know, why don’t you ask?”

 

“I think you’d have better luck with that, since you are his daughter.”

 

“Maybe you’re right.”

 

 

            We made it to the restaurant with ten minutes to spare.  I got us a table for five, and told the hostess the other three were coming.  “Just look for a tall guy with glasses in a Hawaiian shirt with two girls,” I told her jokingly.  She took me seriously.

 

            “Obviously not an islander,” I told Jorden after we had sat down.


            “No,” she said giggling.  “An islander would say something like, ‘hey, no problem mon.’”

 

            True to fashion, they showed up 15 minutes later.  Jorden and I were just starting in on our second sodas.

 

            “What time did you guys get here?” Mom asked as the three of them walked up to the table.

 

            “About ten to five,” Jorden told them.

 

            “We were a little early,” I added.

 

            “So, how was your little trip?” asked Dad.

 

            “Yeah, what’d ‘ya get?  Anything for me?” Allie asked excitedly.

 

            “I got a cover up thing, and Ian got a necklace for Cassie.  Oh, and I also found a great swimsuit, but I’d like your opinion on it before I buy it,” Jorden told her.

 

            The rest of the meal was spent talking about our various escapades during the day.  Dad and Allie went snorkeling around a small island in the bay; saw a shark, two sting rays, and an octopus.  Mom sat on the beach and read a book.  We noticed that Jorden and I were a little underdressed for the place; it was a little fancier than I thought.  Not a burger-and-fries in your swimsuit place, like Shipwreck was.  But the Mahi-Mahi was excellent.  Just don’t ask how much the bill was.

 

            We got back to the house around .  We all went to our separate rooms: Allie went and watched a movie, Mom and Dad read, and Jorden and I went to our room to watch CSI.  When we got there, she said, I’m gonna take a shower now.”

 

            “I shall alert the media,” I said, trying to act like a British butler, but I couldn’t keep a straight face.  She caught the reference and laughed.

 

            About 15 minutes later, all the soda I had drunk at dinner were starting to call, and when nature calls, you don’t let the answering machine get it, you answer promptly.  And lucky for me, all the bathrooms were being used.  So I knocked on the door to ours.  “Jorden, I have to use the hopper,” I called.

 

            “Come on in,” she called back.  So, in I went.  Don’t have to tell me twice.

 

            Allow me to explain one other thing about the house; this particular one has garden showers.  You know, the ones that are technically outside, but are walled in?  To get to it, there’s another of those roll-up doors next to the toilet.  If there’s someone using the commode, they can see whoever’s in the shower.

 

            Being twins, Jorden and I had seen each other naked before, so letting me in wasn’t too much of a surprise.  So here I am, peeing into the toilet, and when I turn around, Jorden’s standing there in the shower, pissing.  Now that ranks among my firsts.  Kinda kinky, but sexy in a way.  She sees me looking, and says, “What?  I had to go.”

 

            So, I went back to the TV, with my newly pitched tent, and finished watching CSI.  It was the one where a dead guy’s found in front of a house, turned out he had fallen out of his parachute harness and died when he hit the roof of the house. 

            I heard the shower turn off with 10 minutes left to go in the program, and out comes Jorden……in the raw.  She came over, sat next to me on the couch, and snuggled right up next to me.  The text has just gone up to a skyscraper, and I can’t hide it.

 

            CSI ended, so we started watching Without a Trace, the one where the blind girl and her teacher are kidnapped, and the blind girl, who was able to escape, leads the FBI to the cabin with the teacher.  Partway through, I looked down at Jorden; she really was really hot.  She was laying there on her side, her head on my shoulder, her little tits, with their tan-lines, and little pink nipples pressed up against my side.  Her small, curved, firm butt with its lines from her bikini bottoms.  Man, I wanted her right there, siblings be damned.

 

            Without A Trace ended, and I was tired, so, we decided to go to bed.  I closed the garage door thingies, and made my way to the bedroom.  “Will you help me push the beds together?” Jorden asked when I got there.  Show was standing there, hands on her hips, her little tits staring at me, and a completely bald land down under glistening with moisture.

 

            “Sure,” I managed to get out.  “I’m guessing you have something planned that I don’t know about.”

 

            “Yep,” she answered.  “I want you to be my first.  Mom and Dad even said they don’t expect us to wait until we’re married to have sex, and I want my first to be with someone who’ll love me the rest of my life. 

 

            “Besides,” she added, “I had my period last week, so we won’t have to worry.”

 

            She and I pushed the beds together.  Then, I lost the swimsuit I was in, and climbed in with her.  We kissed, and our tongues met.  My hands were on her tits, kneading them, playing with them.  We broke the kiss, and she whispered, “Take me, I’m all yours.”

 

            I positioned myself at her opening.  “You’re sure about this?” I asked.

 

            “Yes, I’m sure.”

 

            I pushed in and hit her cherry.  Our eyes met, and she nodded.  I pulled back, then pushed, and tore right through her hymen.  She buried her head in my shoulder and screamed.  I held her tightly until the pain eased.  No going back now.

 

            “Ok, I’m better now,” she said, wiping tears from her face.

 

            I started thrusting, in and out, and she met ever one of my thrusts.  I reveled in the felling of her pussy around my dick.  This was both our first time.  I felt the texture of her love hole, the tightness of it, the warmth.  Small moans escaped from her lips, “Oh, oh, oh, mmm.”  I never thought I’d hear either of my sisters make those sounds.  Then all of a sudden, I hear, “Ahh, oh my god, I’m gonna cum, oh, yeah, ohhhh,” she said as she has her first orgasm, well, at least her first with a guy.

 

            “Jorden,” I said, “I’m gonna cum too.”

 

            “Keep it in me, please,” she said, breathlessly.

 

            I couldn’t hold it any longer.  I blew my load right up her virgin love tube.  Her legs were wrapped around my back, and she nearly passed out as she had another orgasm.  We went on like this late into the night, then fell asleep in each others arms.

 

 

            We woke up the next morning the same way we had fallen asleep; snuggled together, naked.  We looked at each other, and smiled.  Neither of us wanted what we had felt last night to end.  Jorden looked down at her mound and said, “I have my brother’s cum inside me.”  Then she hugged me.  “We’ll have to do it again sometime soon,” she said with a devilish grin.

 

            “Hey, fine by me.  But first, let’s go find some breakfast.”

 

            “You guys are all alike.”

 

            “Nope, just hungry.”

 

            We pushed the beds apart, then put some clothes on; it wouldn’t do to walk into the kitchen before God and all in the raw.  We walked in, and grabbed some muffins.

 

            “Good morning,” Dad said as he walked in.

 

            “Morning,” we said.

 

            “Sleep well?”

           

            Jorden and I just looked at each other.  “Yeah, great,” we said.

 

            “So, what’s the plan for today?” Mom asked Dad.

 

            “I thought we could spend some time at the sugar mill, then go to the beach, or shopping in Charlotte Amalie,” he said.

 

            “I vote for shopping,” said Allie.  She may be a tom-boy, but she still acts like a girl sometimes.

 

            “I don’t care what we do, so long as food’s involved somewhere,” I said.

 

            “Me too,” said Jorden.

 

            “Ok then.  Sugar Mill in the morning, Skinny Legs for lunch, then shopping in Charlotte Amalie?  Sound good Nita?”

 

            “Fine by me.”

 

            “Ok then.  Everyone get changed and let’s go.”

 

            Jorden and I went back to our room to change.  Neither of us had too much on to begin with, so, we stripped that off, then embraced each other, kissing.  We put on our clothes, brushed our teeth, the usual.  Then we all headed out the door.

 

            Throughout the day, Jorden and I stayed together, which isn’t all that unusual, but if one looked hard enough, they could see something other than a brother-sister relationship, even beyond a twin relationship.

 

 

Well there you have it.  Comments welcome, depending on the response, I may continue the series.  Thanks for reading.  


           

Finding fun with little sis part2.......

gainer13 on Incest Stories

      Tom wouldn't have to wait long in deed.  He woke up the next day and all he could think about was his little sister naked on his bead working herself over.  It made his so horny.  Tom went to class after class struggeling to keep his hard on from being seen.  The final bell ringing was music to his ears. 

       Tom got home about a quaeter after three.  His mom was getting his little brother together to go some where.  "Where ya headed?" asked Tom.   "Now that you're home I'm going to the grocery store.  I should be back in an hour or so.  Theresa is in her room doing her home work and your father won't be home until after six tonight.  Do you have any home work?"  "Nope.&qu

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ot;  "Well I'm sure you can keep yourself busy.  Be nice to your sister, and I'll see you later."  "Bye mom."  And with that she was out the door.

        "Tom! can you come up here!"  A grin grew on Tom's face.  His sister called to him just as his mother pulled out of the drive way.  "I'll be there in a sec."  Tom husteled up the stairs and to his sisters door wich was just cracked open.

         Tom knocked and opened the door at the same time.  "You don't have to knock big brother."  "Well, some of us still have maners." "Ha, Ha.  Do you want to see me naked again or not?"  "Of course I do!"  "Then quit your bithcin' and come over here."  Tom walked over to his sister who was lying on her bed.  She still had on her school uniform; a white button up shirt and a blue plad skirt.

       "I want to watch you again Tom.  I can't tell you how hot it made me."  "Oh I think I have an idea sis."  Tom pulled his shirt off and Theresa stood up on her knees and began to un button her shirt.  Tom went for his belt next but his sister reached out her hands and stopped him.  "Let me." she said.  Theresa began to loosen her brothers belt. Then she popped the button and began to pull down his zipper.  Tom, anxious to see his sister naked, finished unbuttoning her shirt and pulled the wife beater she was wearing over her head; exposing her young chest.

     "Little sister, you are so so sexy."  "Thank you big brother." as she reached her hand down his boxers.  "The same could be said about you."  Tom's head rolled back in extacy as his little sister began to stoke his cock. "I love you."  was all he could say.

     He bagan to pull his pants down to give his sister better access.  Tom kicked his pants and boxers off and Theresa reached under her skirt and threw her panties to the floor.  "Kiss me brother." She said with ergency in her voice. And Tom did.  They kissed long, deep and hard as they held eachother close.

    As they kissed, Tom's hand made its way down his sisters back to her firm ass.  He gave it a firm squeeze and his sister responded to it with a little moan.  He moved his hand around to her front and under her skirt, finding her little box.  He began to move his fingers up and down her slit ever so gently and this time he thought he heard his sister coo.  Theresa moved a hand back down to her brothers waiting dick. and began to stroke him softly and slowly.  They fell down on the bed together; still kissing, still probing.

     "I want you.  I want you bad little sis."  " You have me brother."  "No.  I want to be in you.  I want to make love to my sister."  "I don't know if I'm ready for that.  Why don't we just fool around some more.  We can get to that later when I'm ready."  "Alright sis, when your ready."  Tom was a bit disapointed and Theresa could see it on his face.

     "Oh don't give me that sad face brother."  And she tugged his cock a little harder to remind him of what he had.  Tom smiled a big smile and began to kiss his sister again.

     Theresa pulled on her brothers bottom lip with her teeth.  She started kissing his neck and shoulders.  Moving lower she made her way to his nipples, giving each a good suck as she continued to make her way south across his belly and finally to his cock.

     Tom looked down at his sister and she gazed back at him as she stroked his member.  She broke their stare and licked his cock head.  It made his dick jump in her hands.  Tom moaned and Theresa giggeled with delight knowing she could make her brother squirm like this. "Don't stop." was all he could say."What's that brother?" she quiried mischevioulsly.  "Please sister, don't stop!"  "Don't stop what?"  "You're driving me insane over here!"  "Beg me for it brother."  "Oh please my beautiful little sister, please don't stop sucking my cock.  PLEASE!!"   "That's better."

    Satisfied with her brothers response Theresa began to lick her brothers shaft up and down.  She took his cock in her mouth.  "That feels better than anything ever little sister.  God I love you."  She moaned in response as she bobbed her head up and down.  It wasn't long before Tom was ready to blow his wad and he told his sister.  She didn't respond except to move faster and suck harder.  Tom came hard in his sisters mouth.  She shot up strait with a mouth full of cum deciding what to do.  Before she could make up her mind it began to dribble out of her mouth and down her chin so she swallowed it with one big gulp and wiped the rest from her chin with a proud grin.

     "My god sis, you're a pro."  "Any thing for my brother." Tom wanted to return the favor and ached to taste his little sister so he tugged her skirt right off so there was nothing to get in his way.  He stopped for a second to admire the sight of his naked sister lying before him.  Her tiny chest with her erect nipples.  Her perfect skin, smooth from head to toe.  Her golden hair, rosie cheeks and her pretty smile.  He loved it all and it was now his.  Until yesterday he would never had looked at his sister this way and now he new he could never see her any other way.

     She looked at him with a twinkle in her eye knowing that she was about to be serviced.  Tom thought to torture his sister the way she had tortured him but he was to impatient.  He wanted to taste his sister now.  He leaned forward and began kissing her inner thy, moving from one to the other inching his way toward her bare box.  He rubbed his nose against her slit and she moaned.  Tom was moving his mouth into position when......

    "I'm home kids!!"  "Theresa, come grab your little brother and Tom come help me unpack the groceries!"

    They both jumped up and began to throw on their cloths.  "Be right there!"  they shouted in unison.  They looked at eachother and smiled.  Tom was dressed first, hopped down the stairs and began to help his mother.  Theresa came down next after putting herself together and kept an eye on her little brother as her big brother and mom took the groceries out of the car.  Tom walked into the kitchen with several bags in hand as his mother walked back out to the car.  Theresa leaned in close to Tom and wispered in the sexiest voice she could find , "You owe me, big time."  Tom grined and wispered back, "Oh, you'll get yours.  I promise." 

Brotherly Lovers and Friends

lmsyd4u on Incest Stories

It was a normal wintry Saturday morning when I learned about sex.  The rain was ice cold at daybreak as our mom left for her shift at the hospital.  Our dad had left us a year before and never come home, so at 13 I was trusted to be capable of taking care of the house along with my older brother Kent.  He was 14 almost 15, and he was built like our dad was, tall and thin at 6’ 170 pounds, short black hair and dark blue eyes and a smooth body.  We neither one had body hair a family trait.  When I say

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no body hair I mean nothing except for our heads and fuzz above our eyes.  Now I was smaller like mom, 5’5” 90 pounds, two dull gray eyes and black hair, worst of all I was tiny where it counts. 

 

We messed around doing laundry and picking up as mom had ordered us to and around ten that morning as I went to dump the trash, down came the snow.  The cold wet rain turn to fat flakes of ice and as the next two hours passed ten inches began to build.  It was falling so fast and pilling up so quickly that by the time we could call mom it was too late, even if she could have left early. 

 

She called around four to check on us, during her dinner break, the snow now over a foot was still falling.  So she suggested we put some extra wood in the house, put the candles and the blankets in the family room and prepare for the worse.  We did just that about an hour before the power went for the weekend.  We had wood for the fireplace to keep warm, and when we moved the refrigerator food out on the sub zero back deck we had food as well.  By the time darkness fell we were settled in with two candles a blanket and nice warm fire.

 

Kent looked at me as we huddled near the fire and asked me, “Do you know why dad left us?”

 

I shrugged my shoulders and said, “No I guess he got tired of us.  Mom never said why.”

 

He looked at me and said, “Well it was because the two of them decided to end the charade.”

 

“What does that mean?” I asked unknowing of the term charade.

 

“That’s what mom told me last spring when I asked her, so I looked it up,” he said coolly acting superior in his intelligence.

 

“And what did it say?” I asked in a berating way.

 

“It means they had been pretending for a long time basically,” he said and then added, “Did you ever wonder my Aunt Kelly and mom sleep together?  Or why dad would go bowling three times a week with Walter?”

 

“I thought it was okay for sisters to sleep together, we do sometimes and we’re brothers,” I replied in earnest and added to it with, “Mom said dad was good at bowling and she loved to see him smile.”

 

“No dummy, he was gay and so is mom,” Kent said before explaining it, “Mom and her sister were lovers since childhood.  She needed a way to keep the neighbors and others from finding out so she proposed to dad who was gay and in love with their cousin Walter.  The four of them hatched up the ideal that if mom married dad and Kelly and Walter got married they could still be together.  Dad ran off to be with Walter and met some new guy; the two of them are living a few miles outside of town now.”

 

“Good golly damn what does that make us?” I snapped back.

 

“Mom had sex with dad, two times, once when she got pregnant with me and once with you.” he said coldly.

 

We sat there talking for a few more minutes before I had the nerve to ask the million dollar question, “Does this mean we will be gay too?”

 

He smiled and said, “Well I never had sex with a girl but I have let a couple of older boys butt fuck me.  I sucked one old man’s cock for him at camp last year.  I admit I like boys, but when Jimmy from down the street bent over and let me fuck him I loved that, I just wonder if I would enjoy being sucked?.”

 

“I never had sex with anyone that I know of, except m hand,” I said sadly.

 

“Hey you want play strip poker?” Kent said so fast that I wondered if he had heard me.

 

“What for?” I asked sort sadly.

 

Kent smiled as he popped up and found the cards on the mantle.  Then he reseated himself under his blanket looking me and said, “Well Derek for fun and to see who gets to be the man.”

 

“What do you mean Kent?  I don’t get it?” I asked.

 

“Let’s play strip poker who ever loses a hand loses a piece of clothing.  When you are naked you lose and you have to do whatever the other person says.  It’ll be fun Derek, you may even get your dick sucked for once,” Kent said as he pinched my right tit.

 

So we began dealing the cards as I said, “As long as you don’t cheat.”

 

The hands were slow but by the fifth round I was in my superhero boxers only and he was wearing his purple briefs made out of silky material.  Then as he dealt the sixth hand I got two jacks right away.   I was sure I had a good hand when I drew two tens on the discard and the hold card I has was a King.   Then we played our hands and he had four queens with an ace, and my boxers were ripped off me.

 

Then Kent said, “Stand up and turn around.”  I did as he said and he patted my ass and then ordered me with, “Bend over and take hold of your toes and spread your legs a bit.”  I did it and he slid his hand between my cheeks and tickled my asshole, which made look around.

 

Then he told me, “Now sit down here beside me.”

 

So I did, and as I came to rest where he patted, his briefs were taken down and his six inch German helmet of love popped fully erect.   The pink top part was silky looking and stared at it for a second as he whispered, “Kiss it for me.”

 

I leaned over and looked at it and back it him as I said, “You want pee on me will you?”

 

“Not until you beg for me to,” he said in a sexy tone and then using his right hand to guide me, he slowly moved my face to where my lips were able to barely caress the tip. 

 

I looked at it for a second and then I puckered up and kissed it.  The skin of my lips felt its smooth softness and I liked that feeling, so I did it again.  He cooed like a dove and as heard him aroused I realized what it meant, so I kissed it again.  This time I let my mouth open a second and my tongue graze it.  When I repeated this, I felt its softness fully and I wanted to taste like I did when I licked a hot dog before eating it, so I lapped its crown fully with my tongue and then enjoying it, I let my mouth fall down the right side and back up of the his shaft.

 

I sat up to look at Kent as I asked him, “Did that feel really good?”

 

“Oh yeah little brother.  That was really great, now do it again… and this time...treat like you did your thumb…when you were little,” he said panting between phrases.

 

I remember how much I loved sucking my thumb so I bent over and acted just as requested.  I pretended it was thumb and I sucked it all into my mouth almost to the hilt, and used my lips and teeth to pull along the sides of it up and down several fast strokes then several slow ones.  Each wave of my mouth made him sound so erotic in his response to it; I could hear him sighing and saying not to stop, so I went faster and faster until I had a perfect rhythm.  My head bobbed up and down and as it did he began to seep in my mouth and I tasted the precursor and I wasn’t bothered by it so I went on doing it.  Then suddenly I felt his big bulgy vein in the center throb and pulse and a hot salty taste slid in and down my throat.  I recognized it for I had been devouring my own for months and I accepted it to his surprise fully.

 

He sat up looked at me as I drained the final parts out and said, “How did you do that?  That was amazing.  I couldn’t swallow a load the first time.  You sure you never sucked a cock before?”

 

Licking the remnants off my lips I said, “I never said I hadn’t eaten cum, I said I never sucked a dick.”

 

Whose cum have you eaten before?” he said in an angry jealous tone.

“My own!” I admirably replied.

 

“Prove it,” Kent demanded and then added, “Jerk that little pickle off and eat your cum for me now.”

 

Now to his surprise I replied, “No problem, I have been eating my own cum for mouths.  I really love it after drinking fruit juice.”  Then I sat back and began to rub my semi hard three inch cock until it made its way to four inches.  When I started to get my speed up he slid over beside me and started to fondle my nipples and I loved that.  He saw how much I did and kept doing it making me hotter by the second. 

 

When I was ready to cum he held his cock to mine and said, “Cum on me and eat it off.”

 

I did just as he ordered and manage to squeeze almost all of it on his cock head and shaft.  Then I knelt and sucked it off and sucked him hard in less than three minutes.  When I looked at it now wet shinning and hard I asked, “What does one feel like in your ass?”

 

Smiling like a devil at me he said, “Lay back and spread your legs and find out.”

 

I did just that as he knelt and used his arms to help widen and roll my legs back.  Then he began to work his now hard cock up my virgin asshole until I felt it slid in and though it was sort of painful I didn’t get afraid, instead I accepted it.  He slid it in and out slowly until he could see the grimace of my face ease.  Then he started to fuck me harder and harder and harder.  He leaned over and we kissed a few times and then his demeanor changed and he was seriously fucking me.  He started to slap his cock in me so fast that I felt it heat up and swell and when it exploded I have no ideal why but I began to almost cream myself.

 

He drained in side me until he started to shrivel then he pushed me up further and knelt and rimmed my asshole and his cum out of me.  His tongue dug inside me more than I ever expected and when he finished I was his.

 

Then he pulled my legs down and started sucking my cock for me.  It aroused me so much that I came moments later before I ever got fully hard.  He held it in his mouth and brought it to me and as I opened and accepted his tongue came in my mouth and swished them and the warm salty cream around together.

 

Then he drew me up into his arms and we held each other until the fire grew dim.  We added a few logs and pulled up a couple of more blankets and fell asleep in each others arms until sunrise. 

 

When the sun lit the room, I saw his cock hard and sparkling as he slept beside me nude.  I slid down his body to suck it which awoke him, and then started his day greatly better than the previous.  He was about to cum when I felt his piss slip from him with it.  Suddenly I drained it as well as the cum, and funnier still is only a small modest amount soiled the blankets.

 

He was smiling as I told him, “I guess now we know we both are gay like dad.  If you want we can keep it a secret and you can fuck me anytime you want Kent.  I gladly give myself to you.”

 

He replied, “Derek, you are mine.  I will keep you as mine, but I may share you and myself with others, as long as you know whose you are.”

 

That was twenty years ago, we now live in a small country home alone.  We have had many lovers but always we come back to each other at the end of the day.  I guess I am the woman of the relationship, but I gladly fill that role.

My 2 cousins & aunt

Ruzavue on Incest Stories

My name is stuart, i'm 16, average build - as i don't do a lot of sports, i have a 7 1/2 inch dick.

While on summer vacation my parents told me they were going to Australia to visit my sister, And that i had two options, Either come with them, or go visit my aunt in America. I chose to go to America. To save time i will just tell you, i packed, got dropped off at the airport, got on the plane, landed in Florida airport.

I saw my two cousins Rachel(14) and Melissa(17) and my aunt Kathrine waiting for me. I walked over to them & gave them each a hug. I had always had an annoying sexual attraction to Melissa, but i just tried to ignore it. We got Kathy's car & after about a 2 hour drive we finally got t

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o their villa. It was 2 bedroom'd, so i would be sharing with Melly, while Rachel stayed with Kathy

As soon as we got there, Melly and I went into their pool while Rachel & Kathy went shopping, (which they did...a lot!)

After about 30 minutes of splashing around & water wrestling, Melly suggested we went in the hot tub, so she got out & walked to it, and i got to watch her sexy ass walkin away from me, i followed her and was climbing into the tub when she grabbed the sides of my swimming shorts & pulled hard so my legs went backwards & i went headfirst into the hot tub.

When i surfaced i saw that she was holding my shorts.

I stared at her"Give them back"

She grinned at me & threw them at the wall on the other side of the poolhouse.

"Fine" I said "I'll just take yours" and dived at her

I grabbed her bikini bottom & pulled it off & threw it near where she had thrown my shorts, then i ripped her top off of her & threw that aswell. "Ha!" i looked at her expecting her to be angry...or suprised, but no she just smiled at me & grabbed my dick underneath the water & started rubbing it. "Melly what are y....uhhh," It felt soo good to be whacked off by someone else, and i could tell she had done this for another guy before.

I just lay back & let her carry on. but she stopped & told me 2 sit on the side of the tub, out of the water, so i jumped up & leant against the wall, & she gave me the best blowjob i had ever had. I put my hands on the back of her head and forced pushed in rhythm with her strokes.

"Melly, oh god please don't stop,"
She kept gagging and obviously had never sucked a dick as big as mine before,
"Ohh yeah....i'm gonaa.....cum!!"
She pulled my dick out of her mouth & let my cum spray all over her face & tits.

I just slid down into the hot tub & rubbed her pussy
"That was amazing, but.."
She put her finger on my lips and whispered, "Don't say anything, just get your shorts & we'll talk tonight"

With that she got out of the tub picked a towel up off the wall hook & wrapped it around herself taking her bikini top & bottom & just carrying them, She turned back to me and winked & lifted her towel up showing me her perfect tits & shaved pussy.

God i couldn't wait until that evening.


Sequel If I Get Good Feedback.

Constructive Criticism is welcome
(sorry about the lack of 'action', i wanted to get all the story out of the way ^_^)

Fun in the family

incestlover1987 on Incest Stories

Chris was 35, he’d been single for the last 10 years after his wife had left him for the next door neighbour, so you couldn’t blame him for living in a bungalow, and what made it worse was he was a milkman. The shame he felt. Anyway he moved from his home town with his 6 year old son and his 3 year old daughters. Ten years on the had grown up to be pretty kids. Chris had never looked at his children as anything but children but this house party would change it.

Chris was an average man, average height, average weight and an average cock length but with 6 inches hard he had 3 and half inches wide. He’d stop masturbating because he had little children and hadn’t cum for years. His so

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n, Toby, now 16 years old was a well developed boy. He wasn’t much too look at he had glasses braces he was lanky with no muscles. He had never had a girlfriend and looked the like type to pay for sex when he was older. Chris’s two daughters Sarah and Megan, now that’s where the beauty of his sperm went. They were identical twins but grew up to be separate girls. Sarah was the shorter of the two, but had started to develop before Megan, Sarah was buying bras for 16 year olds at the age of 13, with a 32 c chest you just couldn’t miss it. Sarah was into football. She had been playing since she was 5 and was getting good at it. Megan was the loud one she was popular in school but was very intelligent too. Megan was top in all her classes, but what Chris didn’t like about her is that she was already dating.

Toby was finishing his GCSE’s in two weeks. And had already asked his dad for a party, But Chris had said depends if your good in the two weeks. Every day in the house hold was similar. Chris would wake up use the only bathroom and then wake the kids up. They would all come down for breakfast. Because Chris was relaxed about morning dress he would just ware underpants as would Toby. Megan and Sarah wore just the t-shirt or shirt they had slept in and just that, unless they were on then they would wear underpants. This morning was no different. Chris had used the toilet and woken the kids up he walked down stairs and went into the kitchen. This kitchen was massive. With a breakfast bar in the centre. Chris put on the kettle and got out the bowls and cereal for the children.

“Morning daddy” Said Megan coming in. One thing which Chris found sweet about Megan was that she wore her hair in pigtails. And being blonde haired and blue eyed he found sweet and innocent.

Chris sat down and added milk to his tea.

“Where’s the sugar daddy?” asked Megan

“Oh sorry,” he answered with a yawn “It’s in the top cupboard do you want me to get it?” he asked

“no daddy” she said with a smile “It’s okay”

What Chris saw next was a shock she helped her self onto the counter sitting on it. She didn’t close her legs as she opened the cupboard next to her head. Chris couldn’t take his eyes off her bear pussy.

“You like daddy?” Megan asked giggling

“Like what” he replied coughing taking a sip of his tea

“My pussy” she answered abruptly. Chris spat his tea all over the place.

“Hey dad, hey megs” Said Toby running in Megan quickly jumped off the counter and Chris cleaned up

“Morning daddy” said Sarah as she entered the room she kissed Chris on his cheek

The breakfast was different today. Megan kept winking at her sexually deprived and currently aroused father. She also kept sucking her spoon for long periods of time. After he had seen the kids off to school on the school bus he went to the shower and jacked off, not once not twice but three times. And he was still hard. He tried to preoccupy himself by tidying up. He hated, at this moment, that he was on summer leave. He only worked three months a year. That’s all he needed, being a marketer you only get the odd job but get paid a lot.

It was 4 O’clock and the children were still not home. He was getting worried. Chris was getting ready to go out for a drive. They normally tell him if they are going over a friends or else wear, but no. as Chris picked up his keys to go for a drive as he got to the door Megan came in.

“Where have you been!” shouted Chris “I’ve told you straight home”

“Sorry daddy, I was walking home with Jay” Said Megan with a sad face. “don’t be angry dad”

“I’m not” Sighed Chris “do you know where your brother and sister are?”

“Dad it’s Tuesday,” Replied Megan “Toby is at comic club and Sarah is at football practice”
“Oh yeah sorry” Said Chris feeling completely stupid

“It’s always just me and you dad” Said Megan taking off her school jumper

Chris was now looking at Megan in a totally different way now. He school skirt was short and the t-shirt was almost undone except for the button covering her bar. Her tie kept everything together. Chris sat down in the living room and turned the television on. Megan walked in and sat down with a thud. Chris turned over to the football and Megan sighed

“What darling?” Asked Chris “would you like to watch something else?”

“umm yes I do daddy” replied Megan with an evil smile on her face

“what then?” asked Chris

“Well I want to see you fuck me dad” Said Megan with a smile and a lot of confidence

Chris froze

“Well the thing is see dad, Sarah and Toby are fucking each other and I want to fuck you and I like the word fuck” said Megan getting up

“What?” said Chris “Sarah and Toby?”

“yeah after football and comic they go in the shower and play with each other they are not fucking yet” said Megan “well at least no the last time I watched”

Chris didn’t know this was going on under his nose. But he wasn’t sure if he knew that he would stop it. Megan walked over to the television turned her arse to face Chris and bent over with her legs together showing her bear pussy. Chris’s mouth dropped

“Am I a naughty girl for not wearing my thong to school?” asked Megan as she turned around and put her finger to her mouth.

“ummm… err” said Chris.

Megan walked towards Chris taking off her tie and undoing the one button keeping everything together. She revealed her small breast. They were perky and her nipple were hard. She sat on her father lap with her legs each side. She moved her face closer and kissed her dad. Her tongue rocked in to her father mouth Chris pushed her off.

“We can’t do this” said Chris as he lifted Megan off without touching her tits. “we can’t it’s wrong”

“We can dad” she said getting on all fours and moving towards Chris “I want you to fuck me I want you to fuck me hard. I want to gag on your cock and taste your sperm. I want you to spank me hard when I naughty and finger fuck me when I’m good. I want you to rape me every night. I want you inside me I want to be your toy”

Chris didn’t need any more convincing. He slapped her hard across the face and bend her over his knee.

“You naughty bitch” He said as spanked her hard. Megan screamed in pain

“You want to be fucked you have to take the pain” He spanked her hard and each time she moaned

“Ouch …. Fucking hell….. OH MY GOD!” Megan began to cry “ Stop daddy…. STOP!!” she cried

“Oh no” Chris stopped as he realised what he was doing.

“What are you doing?” asked Megan angrily “I didn’t ask you to stop I was role playing I want you to fuck me dad I can take the pain. If you stop before I say Okay no more then I will bite your dick off now spank me” She commanded as she pulled her skirt back up and bent back over Chris’s knee.

He didn’t waste time again and knew what he was listening out for.

He raised his hand and gave her three had spanks and with each one mage Megan wale more. The then started to smooth Megan silk skinned arse. The moved his middle finger down the crack of her arse and onto her pussy

“Puttt…. Itt…. In MEEEEH” said Megan still in tears but Chris could tell she was enjoying it

“Don’t tell me what to do” said Chris and spanked her hard twice “Don’t talk unless your being spoken to silly slut” he said and spanked her once more. He began to play with her tits with his left hand and with his right he rubbed her pussy. Chris then decide to find out how tight his daughters pussy was. He placed his middle finger into her pussy he just couldn’t believe how tight it was, he knew that his cock would kill her so he decided to move quickly as he was dieing to fuck her now.

Chris moved his middle finger in and out of her pussy slow as he moved it in each time Megan let out a sigh. She had stopped crying now. Her eyes were closed however.

“mmm dad your good” said Megan

“shut up I haven’t told you to speak” He spanked her three time each time got harder and harder. Megan began to cry again and her arse glowed red. Chris then stuck three fingers in her pussy violently which made Megan cry in pain.

“how does that feel my little slut?” asked Chris

“ittt. Hurts… OH MY FUCKING GOD IT HURTS” She cried and shouted. “OH MY GOD MORE, MORE, MORE!!!!!!!!!” she shouted. Chris then put four fingers in and kept pumping he then move up to put his five fingers in sideways

“All my fingers are in you now baby,” claimed Chris “Do you like it”

“I can’t take much more daddy” said Megan now in so much pain she can’t cry

“I don’t care I’m going to fist you then your going to gag on my rock hard dick then I’m going to take you to my bed and rape your little sweet pussy. And I’ll to the same to your sister when she comes in and as for Toby he I shall teach him how to treat you to and then we will fuck you when we want and where we want”

“Oh god daddy that sounds like heaven make me your toy” said Megan

Chris made his hand a fist and slowly put it in Megan’s pussy. He moved in slowly. Megan started to cry again

“I love it when you cry Megan” said Chris “it makes daddy happy when you cry when he’s playing with your pussy”

“I love it…. When you play with my… OH SHIT… My FUCKING pussy daddy,” said Megan “Daddy… daddy,… Daddy… put it in further, make me hurt more”

Chris put his hand further in and then withdrew it. “I’ve made you happy” said Chris pushing Megan on the floor “Not on your knees and rub your pussy, I’m going to fuck your face”

“I don’t know what to do daddy” Said Megan “I’ve never gone down on a boy,” she said wiping away her tears

“Just suck,” said Chris as he took his trousers off and then took his pants off revelling his thick prick

“Oh My god daddy,” said Megan with her eyes popping open “Its so much thicker than Toby’s and it makes Jay’s prick look so small”

“Thank you darling,” he said kicking his clothes away “don’t forget to suck, like a slut”

Chris got his cock and slapped it across her face. Megan moaned as she played with her pussy. “Megan, darling, take your skirt off before I do this I want you naked”

“yes sir” she answered Chris slapped her across the face “

“Don’t be a silly bitch it’s yes dad” He said angrily

“Sorry dad” as she cried again “I’m sorry” she kicked her skirt away and got down on her knees and rubbed her pussy again

“Good slut”

Chris slapped his dick across both cheeks before he forced his head in her mouth. She could just about take that before she was nearly sick. She jerked her head away “I can’t take it daddy” she claimed

“I know you have to get used to it first”

“okay daddy carry on please I want you to fuck my fa…” before she could finished Chris put 3 inches into mouth and moved it in and out each time he went in he edged more in. Eventually all his thick prick was in her mouth

“That’s a good little slut take my prick… Ohhh you suck it like a pro” Chris said

Megan tried speaking while she had Chris’s prick in her gob. Chris grabbed the back of Megan’s head and held it over all his thick prick. Megan moved off and took in a big breath. With her right hand she started to jack of Chris’s prick and her left hand’s rubbing her pussy “Am I a good slut daddy” asked Megan

“yes,” replied Chris “now I’m going to take it up a notch”

Chris grabbed Megan by her pig tails and pulled her over his thick prick. He started slowly and then moved the speed up Megan kept sucking and slurping his cock as it went in and out of her mouth. Chris was pumping fast and hard his balls slapping the underneath of Megan’s chin. Megan was rubbing her pussy faster than ever before. Megan finally came and her body relaxed but Chris kept pumping Megan was now making choking noises which tipped Chris over the edge he pulled Megan down to the base of his prick. He came shooting a load of hot cum into the back of Megan’s throat. Leaving go of Megan’s hair she pulled off her fathers prick and more cum shot over he cute innocent face. She smiled and the hot cum moved on her face.

“Show me my cum” demanded Chris. Megan pushed the cum out of her mouth and it fell on to her breasts. “clean it up with your hands” he said as he sat down stroking his hard cock. “tell me what it tastes like and play with your self for me” “Daddy your come tastes so,” she sucked a finger full of come and continued to clean her face and body “so sweet but yet salty. I like it daddy” Megan closed her eyes and rubs her tits as she cleans her self.

“stand here baby” said Chris “and put your arse in my face” he pointed to the side of his legs. Megan stood with her legs apart and Chris’s body between them. “Now bend over so I can eat you out and you can see my dick as I stroke it”

Chris began to stroke his dick slowly and as Megan bent over he shoved his face into her pussy smelling it. “Sooo sweet and young” said Chris and nibbled on her clit and licked it slowly. Megan reached for Chris’s dick and began to stroke it for him Chris freed his hands and put them on Megan’s arse. He separated her arse cheeks and licked her arse hole “That tickles daddy” claimed Megan.

“right, get off” said Chris

“don’t stop daddy” said Megan upset “I mean it doesn’t tickle”

“I know baby get off though” Chris said calmly. Megan got off and stood on the floor. Chris struck her with a hit enough to bring tears to her eyes. that’s for speaking. He then reached for her pussy and rubbed it lightly “this is for being a good slut” Megan’s face lit up.

“now baby we have an hour before the slut of a sister and a tosser of a son get back” Chris said. Megan wasn’t really listen as she was gone in ecstasy with her father playing with her pussy. “now go upstairs get in the shower wash my cum off clean your teeth,” said Chris “only because I don’t like tasting my cum, then call me once you’ve dried your body and put your hair into pigtails and get into my bed and play with your self I’ll be up to fuck you…. HARD!” he stopped playing with Megan’s hairless pussy. And spanked Megan as she turned to get her clothes. She ran up stairs Chris got his clothes on and had a drink of water. Megan eventually called. Chris walked upstairs and stood outside the door. Megan had her legs apart and was fucking her self with her middle finger “oh daddy… fuck me please hurry up and fuck me” moaned Megan.

With this Chris took off his top and his clothes. He cock was half hard. He stroked it while watching his 13 year old daughter get her self off. He knew she wanted to be raped by him so he was going to fuck her hard and abuse his daughter’s rules and wants. He was going to make her wish she hadn’t asked for it. He kicked the door down and Megan jumped he walked around to the side of the bed. He grabbed Megan by her hair and puller her off the bed he threw her against the wardrobe and slapped her hard, so hard she hit the floor he picked her up again and threw her to the bed. Megan was in shock and was crying
“no daddy no, please don’t please daddy” cried Megan

“shut the fuck up whore” and struck her with the back of his hand. She turned around and cried into the pillow Chris pulled her arse up in the air and pushed her face to the bed. “don’t fuck me dad” called Megan and Chris spanked her arse hard a few times. He got his cock and trusted it in a virgin daughters pussy. Megan moaned loudly. Chris didn’t bother going slowly or only fucking her with the head of his prick. He put it all the way in and fucked her hard and fast. He kept going hard, pushing all the way in.

“Take it like a slut” yelled Chris “you stupid fucking bitch” he spat every word “yeah, you like this? Don’t you … my daughter is my toy”

“OH MY GOD DADDY” Megan began to cry “it hurts so much, can you go faster”

Chris went as hard as he could slapping against her soaking wet pussy. Chris began to spank his daughter again. He came hard in his daughters pussy. He pulled it out as he came and then came over his daughters arse. Chris reached for a towel that Megan had left in his room. And wiped her clean.

“did you like that” asked Chris

“that was better than I would of ever thought” answered Megan “You are the best daddy” they both kissed passionately. They moved about until Megan was on top and Chris was underneath. He kept playing with Megan until he became hard. Megan felt Chris’s now hard cock rub against her soft pussy. Megan sat up and slid onto Chris’s cock. Megan moaned softly. She slowly went up and down and held her breasts. Chris’s hands were on her waist, he helped her up and down on his cock. Chris pulled her head down to his neck and lifted his knees. He spanked her arse with both hands and then fucked her hard. He pumped her harder and harder, the moans that Megan began to make made Chris want to go faster. She came once and he carried on, pumping his thick prick into her tight teenage pussy. Chris spanked her continually and fucked her tight pussy. Megan came again. She arched her back up Chris held on to Megan and stood up he pushed her against the wall and carried on fucking her pussy. Chris came closer, and closer to his orgasm and just before he came he pulled her off his cock and put her down to the floor. Chris moved his 13 year old daughter towards a tall full mirror Chris has in his room. He faced her and parted his legs. “Looks at your self” said Chris “being a slut, moaning and taking your fathers cock in your tight teenage pussy” he whispered in her year. He then took no longer and grabbed the back of her hair and rammed his cock into her pussy. He fucked her hard until they both came at the same time. He pulled out his cum covered cock. Megan didn’t even need saying and got on her knees and clean her fathers cock. They both laid on the bed. Megan played with Chris’s cock. But Chris was saving his energy.

“did you enjoy that baby?” asked Chris

“yes daddy,” answered Megan “your, big, manly and aggressive” she said kissing after each word “Just the way I wanted have it”

Chris started to say “Your sister is she still a…” “a virgin” interrupted Megan “yes she said” she said

“Toby and Sarah have been playing around and sixty-nineing for the last month” she said

“why doesn’t Toby play with you, your beautiful and horny” said Chris

“aww thank you daddy,” said Megan and kissed the head of her fathers cock “but Toby likes big tits, he wanks over them on the internet that’s how it all started with Sarah and him”

“okay” said Chris “thank you, but I think your amazing and your better than any mature woman I’ve had”

“what even mum?” asked Megan

“yes even mum”

“That’s not nice daddy” said Megan

“nor are you” said Chris as he slapped Megan’s face

“am I sleeping with you tonight daddy?” asked Megan

“yes and so will Sarah and Toby” replied Chris

“what why?”

“because your going to fuck Toby then me, then Toby again then me once more and I’m going to fuck your sister then she’s going to fuck Toby then me again and Toby once more”

“daddy, that sounds perfect” said Megan wanking her father faster

“and your going to 69 your sister and learn to love pussy, because I want you to be bisexual”

“are you going to 69 Toby?” asked Megan “because that would be hot!” said Megan getting even faster on her daddy’s cock

“No but if you want Toby to suck my cock I will make him but I will not go down on a man… ever” said Chris seriously

“Okay daddy if you making him suck your cock me and Sarah will eat each other out” said Megan with a smile

“ooooh crap get your gob on that” said Chris. Megan got her mouth on her fathers dick as he blew his load in her mouth.

“right baby I’m going to get dressed and wait for your brother and sister and get them in here” said Chris waiting for Megan to finish on his cock.

Chris got up and tucked his hard cock into his tight jeans he got his t-shirt on.

“okay daddy I can’t wait for it I’ve wanted Toby’s long cock for ages, daddy” said Megan “I think I should tell you me and Megan have been sixty-nineing since our 13 T h birthday”

“oh yeah” said Chris looking aroused “yes our friends Teri and Milly do it all the time and they did it to us on our birthday”

“are they the slags that sleep with the teenage boys?”

“yes daddy,” they gave me porn tapes on rough sex that’s why I like it so much”

“Remind me to thank them next time I see them,” said Chris sarcastically “now, I’m going to eat your pussy till they get home, so spread your legs bitch” demanded Chris

Megan speeded her legs, Chris got on the bed and as he went to eat his daughter out the door went

“hello dad we’re home” bellowed Toby, Chris darted to the top of the stairs and shouted down “Megan’s in bed, bad head I’m going out tonight so be quiet you two” He said trying to be quiet. He darted to his room

“Megan now be quiet and get under the quilt. I’m going to watch them in the shower and see if your right, if they do start I’ll bust in and send them here, I want you to pretend to be asleep then we’ll fuck them”

“good idea daddy” said Megan “your so good”

“shh honey” said Chris as he licked both nipples

Chris stood in the door way and watched them both get to the top of the stairs. Sarah had a sports bra on but her tits were still big in that, she was wearing shots which had given her camel toe. Sarah and Toby kissed as they went in to the bath room. He wait and could hear giggling he moved to the bathroom door which was ajar. He looked in and saw them both naked. Sarah’s pussy was hair and he tits huge for a 13 year old girl. Toby was massive he must have been 9 inches. Chris couldn’t believe it. Sarah sat Toby down on the toilet and got the saving gel out. She shaved all his pubes out and said “good it looks even bigger than it is. I can’t believe it’s 9 inches. I looks even bigger. Said Sarah

“okay Sarah I want you to lick it now”

“yes boss” said Sarah “I will do what you want and only what you want”

With this Chris stormed in on his two naked children.

“WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE” he shouted. Sarah got up and covered her parts with her two hands and Toby covered his cock but didn’t do it well

“Well what’s going on” ask Chris

“we’re err… umm” said Toby

“I’m going to suck him penis” said Sarah going bright red

“Get to my room now both of you”

They both ran out of the room and into his bed room.

Chris smiled “this is going to be awesome” he said to himself

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I’m sorry if this is long but I got carried away and I like story lines. If you give me feed back I will carry this story on. Hopefully you like it… I’m willing to listen to all feedback good or back ^-^

My 2 cousins & aunt. Pt 2

Ruzavue on Incest Stories

Later that night...

I was lying in the double bed in the dark waiting for Melly. So we could hopefully carry on what we started. I waited for ages but she never came in. So eventually i just gave up and tried 2 get some sleep.

About 10 minutes later i heard the door creak open, i couldn't see who it was because it was pitch black but i assumed it was Melly.

I felt Melly climb into the bed next to me. So i rolled over, reached out and put my arm around her massaging her tit. I felt her start to move and then pull her nightshirt off, leaving her naked, lying next to me.

She then slid underneath the duvet and starting trying to pull my boxers down. I lifted my butt

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up so she could pull them all the way down and then off. She then started stroking my dick, and eventually began giving me head.

I reaslied that this time it felt like she didnt know what she was doing, but thought nothing of it.

"Oh melly, you fucking rule!"
She stopped and i heard "Melly?!?!". It wasn't Melly, It was Rachel.

Rachel is my 2nd cousin, shes 14. I've always thought she was hot, but i've never really thought anymore of her until now.

"Rach, what the hell are y....." i stopped because my aunt walked in and asked me if i had seen Rach.. What would you say? 'Yeah shes under here suckin my dick, but i thought it was your other daughter' Well...i definatly didn't say that.

"Umm yeah i think i saw her leaving 30 minutes ago"
"Oh ok, night then"

I waited for her to leave and was just about to start talking again but rach rolled over onto the bed next to me. I walked over to the door, locked it and turned the light on.

"What are you doing in here?"
She didn't answer me and was staring at my boxerless crotch
"Stop it" I dived under the duvet & asked her again "What are you doing in here?"
She said quietly but sexily, "Giving you the time of your life"

I realised that she was naked and looked at her. God she was so hot.
She had around 32b tits and an almost hairless pussy. I couldn't draw my eyes away from her.

I reached over & turned the light off. I grabbed her & layed her down on the bed. I started rubbing her pussy & sucking her left tit.
She gasped as soon as i touched her, which was replaced by moaning soon after. I started trailing kisses down her body to her pussy and started eating her out making her moan even louder. Her pussy juice tasted really sweet, i ate her out for about 5 minutes before i heard a loud OHHHHHHHHHHH and she came in my mouth & all over my face, she lay there breathing heavily & said "wow..that was amazing"

I lay down next 2 her and she rolled over & straddled me. My dick was pointing straight up, inches away from her soaking wet pussy, she started lowering herself down

"No, Rach thats going too far"

She ignored me & let herself fall down so my dick went all the way inside her & broke her cherry, she paused for a sec & then started slowly riding my dick up & down. She was so tight. I had to try my hardest not to cum after 2 minutes.

She was bouncing up & down really fast & hard. i could tell she was trying her hardest not to scream, as she was biting her lip so hard it was bright red. Suddenly she went really rigid and had her 2nd orgasm of the night which made her pussy clamp down on my dick, which made me shoot my cum inside her.

She fell foward onto me and i kissed her & rolled her over off me. I put my boxers back on & walked into the bathroom to clean myself up and take a piss. When i was done i went back in and saw she was gone, but she left a note on my pillow.

This is what the note said;
 Stu 
I watched you and Melly earlier today and i wanted to try it. Flush this note after you read it.
Thanks for being my first.
 Love Rach
        xxxxx
P.S. i wont tell if you wont

3rd story coming if i get positive feedback.
3rd will involve my Aunt & Melly in lesbo mode ^_^

A Week To Remember

lmsyd4u on Incest Stories

My name is Carmen, a 35 year old woman who until this past week, had been with no man but my husband for over 18 years.  Before that I had only one other experience with a drunken brother who raped me.  I am no the model that young women of today are, but I am still attractive as I found out.  My 18 year old son and his friend’s were off for a weekend camping trip.  My husband and I thought why shouldn’t we do the same and go off somewhere alone for the weekend.  So the two of us loaded up a c

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ar and headed into the mountains and found a quiet little spot in the back country all alone.  It was nestled under fur trees and between a babbling brook and a small lake on a hill.  We thought we were totally alone but we did not think to check out the far side of the lake.

Now my husband wanted to go to be alone all right, with his rod and reel and lures.  The only passionate necking we did was when he needed my blessing to leave me alone at the camp all day and night.  The first day was absolutely boring, so boring in fact that I took full advantage of it and caught up on my sleep.  He returned to camp after sundown with two minnows that he claimed were whales, sort the six inch rule ladies and that isn’t six if it fits in a four inch pocket huh?

The second day started just as badly but this time I wasn’t sleepy.  Now a little about me, I am 5’9” 150 pounds, 42D-30-38, thick in the belly maybe, but not a lot.  Some scars and saggy pockets and two extra long round firm nipples from breast feeding our only child for 4 years, I kid you not.  When they are erect they are almost two full inches round and long.  My husband refers to them as the dial twins. I have raven black hair that flows to my upper hips and brown eyes to match my native cheek bones and heritage.  I also have very defined and soft hairless legs and even my private are is completely hairless after they removed all the follicles. 

I was prancing around in my two piece red bathing suit when I started to get the urge to play with myself.  I went up on the hill to where these flat boulders were protruding from the ground and sort got hot thinking of what happened to me as a young girl.  You see my brother came home drunk and thought I was his girlfriend.  He ripped all my clothes off before I could say a word and then he pounded me from behind before he realized I was not her.  I yanked my bottoms down and bent over the one big high stone and flattened myself out and fingered myself thinking of his truly full six inch cock in my ass.  Then I got so hot I came loud enough to wake the dead.  No of course my husband didn’t hear, he was dreaming of a Trout.

When I pulled up off the stone my top now below my tits and my bottoms on the ground, I sort of sat there panting exposed to the world as I heard a noise from the trees.  I looked up and saw several heads bobbing about.  I quickly dashed behind the big stone with hands covering my bottom and then slowly ebbed back to get my bikini when they started shuffling through the path behind me.  I heard a young voice say, “What on earth was that Frankie?”  The reply came from an equally younger voice came, “Not sure, sounded like someone watching a porno movie or something.”  Another voice of the same age range called back, “Sam I thought, well I could have sworn I saw the most beautiful woman in the world naked on that boulder up there a few minutes ago.”  Then another added in, “If it wasn’t a woman than these bears in this place must be sexy as hell.”

I was blushing and a bit puffed up by their complements.  I now had managed to pull on my bottoms and replace my tits inside the top, but I was so embarrassed that I started to slink down the hill to my campsite, when they all walked right up behind me.  They had circled around me and as they did I let a frightful yelp and sank back to the hard rock.  They quickly started to speak apologies, “Sorry miss if we frightened you.”  “We don’t mean you know harm, please don’t be afraid.”  “Careful miss you could hurt yourself, forgive our stupidity.” “We are sort for scarring you like that.” The words were so many I forgot most of them.  As I sat back then to examine what I saw, in front of me were 8 young boys little younger than my own son and looking more like a bunch of scared rabbits than I. They were clean cut all just at or slightly taller than me, except for one very small boy and one really muscular boy.  They were dressed in trunks and had towels around their necks and it would seem they were returning from a swim.  As I caught my breath, I said, “Oh it’s not a problem boys.  I was just walking around the path and saw a big spider and started crying then when it ran away I was startled by you.”  I thought my shallow attempt to hide the truth would work.

The one boy with freckles and red hair spoke up and said, “We thought we heard some one moaning up here?”

“No.  No one moaning here.  I mean I didn’t hear anyone moaning,” I stammered out with.

“We thought some hot babe was having sex,” another boy blurted out before the big boy pushed an elbow in his ribs and said, “Excuse Sam, he is sort of mental sometimes.  What means is that we heard a noise that sounded like some one was in trouble and we came to offer help.  We had no ideal it would be a beautiful lady like you.”

My face turned bright red and I almost came, as my still tingling pussy felt his words.  Then I stupidly stuck my foot in my mouth with, “Well I am sure if someone were to need your assistance that you are more than adequate to provide what I need…Sorry I mean…What they would need.”

He blushed and then as the others started back down the hill the smallest one came over took my hand kissed it and said, “Miss it is honor to have met you.  We are camping at the cabin just down the trail there a quarter mile.  Call on us anytime we can help.  We would be delighted to do anything at all to you.”  His devilish little grin and then his sly soft hand slid up my arm and brushed my right breast.

As he walked away I felt a gushing wet soaking flow come from me.  I had to put my fingers in my mouth and bit them to keep from screaming as I came fully from that youngsters touch.

I went back to camp and inside my tent with my panties in mouth; I fingered myself to four more powerful quakes.  Then I stripped myself completely and fell asleep.  I dreamed about them and me and having sex with them and when I awoke my tent was open and my panties were no longer in my mouth but gone along with my bathing suit.  I searched high and low and all I found was one set of small footprints and one large wet spot just outside my tent by the stake.  I also noticed that somehow my nipples were wet and erect a feat for one alone and asleep.

That night after my husband came back tired and sleepy I got up and dressed in my short skimpy T-shirt that barely covered my braless tits and matching high cut shorts with my pockets removed.  Then I slipped off into the woods and towards where the boys were at.  As I walked along at first it was just to see if they were there.  Then after a few minutes it was to see if my missing clothing was there.  When I saw the cabin I admit that was when I started hoping for some action.

I stumbled over some twigs that snapped loudly and for all the world it looked as if they had been placed there.  I was nearly ten yards from the cabin when I heard one of the boys call out, “Is someone there?”

Now I could have hid or ran or even stood silent and they wouldn’t have known it was me, but as I was there I replied, “Yes dear.  I was looking for some help.”

I pranced now with a purpose in my step as I walked up to find all 8 of them there and two almost naked already.  They had a radio playing music and cards on the table.  The biggest one was dealing as the one at the door led me inside.  They stopped and rose to their feet and asked me, “How can we help you miss?”  It was almost a unified reply.

“I seemed to have misplaced something this afternoon, and wondered if you could help me find it?” I said as the small boy approached me.  He was grinning evilly as walked up and took my hand and led me into the center of the room where I was surrounded by them quickly.  Then he asked, “May I help you?”  With that question he kissed my hand.

I shuttered in an odd way and then he asked, “What may we do with you?”

“Anything you wish,” I said in a way that showed exactly how horny I was.

The large boy offered me a glass of wine, but I took the bottle and turned it up and swallowed a large mouthful as two other boys sort of cleared off the table, except for the radio.  Then one of the boys behind me moved up and said, “Miss you are very beautiful, would you care to dance?”

I turned and saw his face clearly and he was so sexy looking that I allowed him the chance and as they found suitable music, we started to slow dance.  His hands slid down to my aching butt and slowly moved over it and then as they did his mouth moved to kiss my cheek and neck.  I felt another pair of hands slowly come around my waist and caress it.  The boy touching my bottom found the holes in the back and slid his hands to touch my flesh and I cooed, “Take me.”

Hands began to caress my back and as my shirt came up and off my pants went down and away.  Still dancing I felt fingers began to toy with and fondle my nipples and ass.  Then a finger made its way into soaking wet slit and I was guided to the back of the building and one of the beds.  The wine was offered to me and accepted as one of them poured it down me as two mouths fed on my nipples and hands coated my other parts and as my body reclined my legs lifted and a hard cock entered me.  I looked up to see the smallest one naked and shoving his seven inch dick into my cum soaked pussy.  Two sets of mouths were smothering each nipple and then a very hard thin cock came towards my mouth and I began to suck it.  I took all five inches in and to the hairy hilt I licked and sucked until the boy exploded inside me.  As soon as he retreated another came to my lips from the other side.  I turned to it and began again just as the small boy began thumping me wildly and shouting out, “I love this woman.”  I was creaming so much that my pussy squirted all over his lower body.  That act made the boy cum inside me and it was a load.

Another lad got inside my hot box and started to pump me.  He was thicker but not longer and when he bumped me I swallowed the second load from the boy I sucked.  Then came another to my mouth, all the while the boys were also fingering my asshole while sucked me like professionals.  I was so hot that when the third boy came in my mouth I sucked him until his cock was semi hard again.  The fourth cock came calling in my mouth as the second fucker exploded in my pissing pussy hole.  Streams of hot juices flowed from me and someone was eating me in between fucks.  I didn’t take time to see but their mouth was really good.  Soon a fifth dick came for my mouth and was swallowed whole as the next one to fuck me took their place.  I had so many hands and mouths on my body I lost count.  All eight of these boys fucked me and sucked me and I sucked them all off before they were so worn out they were strewn about the cabin puffing and huffing.  All except the small boy, who pulled me from the bed and led my cum soaked body out of the cabin and back up the path to the boulders I had first met them at.  The moon was overhead now a sign that much of the night had passed, as he placed me on the stones and mounted me and began to suck and fuck me wildly.  I was so hot that as I came on his body he stopped just long enough to slurp up my juices then fucked me again.  His cock came and yet he kept going for a longer time than my husband ever did.

When he was satisfied, he spluttered out, “Meet me here at sunrise in the morning.  If you are late, I will come to your tent and rape you again.  Tonight wasn’t the first time I fucked this sweet ass.”

With that he raced down the trail and I staggered naked down the other side to my camp.  My husband was asleep as I slipped down to the stream and in the moonlight bathed.  Then I slipped back naked and wet and slid into my bag beside him.  He woke me just before sunrise and told me he was going fishing again, and then said, “You need to check the tent for holes, I think rained last night and leaked in, the whole damn thing is soaked.”

He never noticed I was naked and that my nipples were sticking straight out or that I had dried cum all over my neck.  So as I freshened up and fixed my hair the sun broke over the ridge.  I hurriedly raced up the hillside to the top and there as I did was my small lover waiting for me.  Not a word was spoken but I was pulled onto the stone and taken orally first.  He stood over me and lowered his cock and balls to my mouth and after I sucked, licked, nibbled and devoured it, he came in my open mouth fully.  Then he pulled me up and as I was very much naked led me back to his cabin and into the others.

I was greeted by the other 7 hungry mouths and cocks and very soon I was being passed from bed to bed.  Sucking and being fucked by two at a time until once more I had satisfied all of them and somewhat myself.

The day had almost turned to afternoon by the time my small lover led me back up the hillside.  Then at the stone bed, he told me, “We want to see you again tonight.  Meet me here after dark naked.  Wear a blindfold and no clothes.  We will make this a night to remember.”

I slumped over the stone and fell asleep and stayed there naked and alone for a few hours to I was awaken by rain drops.  I raced down the hill to find my husband sitting skinning his three fish as I ducked into the tent and dressed.  He never even noticed me at all, but the fish he wouldn’t stop playing with even when the rain poured down.

Along about nightfall he got ready and went back to fish saying, “The rain will draw them up, I’ll be back late.”

As he vanished beyond the bushes, I stripped again and in the rain, carrying only a hand made blindfold I walked back to the now muddy wet stones and placed myself upon them covering my eyes.  Not more than twenty minutes passed before I was led by the small boy to their cabin.  Inside I was led and left blindfolded and as many hands passed over around and on me, I was devoured, fucked, screwed and made to suck them all while blindfolded that is.

Suddenly, my blindness was removed and I was exposed to the 8 of them and one additional young boy, my own son.  It was his friends that taken this cabin.  He was smiling at me as he moved to French kiss me and then says, “I have dreamed about this for a long time.”

Now I was too hot to stop what I knew would happen.  The others had me so horny that I had no ideal that my son had been the one in my tent jacking off.  Had been with me the two other times hidden among them but now he was taking me.  I was so hot I just let him do me until he came then I pulled him up and sucked his cock clean and then made him promise to take me more often.

The next morning he came to my tent after sun up, and with the dad gone.  Well he took me in my sleeping bag twice.  I had his cum all over my chest and face as his dad returned and then playing with myself as he skinned more of his catch, but he never noticed.

When the week ended I was over him, and hot for my boy.  The eight of them and my son gave me a present our last night.  I was taken to the lake and fucked in the water just on the other side of it from my husband.  They took me on the shore, in the water and on the dock.  So many and so much that on our ride home he remarked how he witnessed a group of kids fucking some girl crazy.  He said he was upset because they scared the fish off.

A day or so after we got home, my husband went fishing with his buddy’s for the night.  I went to my sons room and well after that night he pretty much knew he has all of me always.

 

 

 

Mother's Love

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            Summer vacations have a way of bringing out the strangest in everyone. The lack of obligation often drives people to take up activities they never imagined they would. Johnny understood this, but that excuse only went so far.

            Being a boy of fifteen, his hormones often spoke over his mind, and they had quite a way with persuasion. He was powerless to resist his urges, and powerless to prevent himself from having them. It’s natural, he often thought to himself. That was his main justification, and it was a valid one, though it did not quell his tormented longing for a

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forbidden love.

            Janet, Johnny’s forty year old mother, was a portrait of womanhood in Johnny’s eyes. Her soft, aged breasts were not unnaturally large, but they hung in such a way that they looked like delicious apples dangling just out of reach on a mischievous tree. Her wide, meaty hips and beautifully round ass were always just barely obscured through her sundresses, and when Johnny was lucky, the wind could reveal a teasing invitation of her nether regions.

            Johnny desired his mother like nothing else. He would lie awake at night, staring at her picture on his nightstand and wishing more than anything that his hand could be traded out for hers. He would think of her breasts flopping and her ass and belly jiggling with the passion of their love, and those thoughts haunted his dreams.

            But another emotion was felt through his desire—guilt. He could not help but feel regret for his sinful longings. Janet was his mother—his mother, and he could not look at her without imagining her hairy, well used pussy or her loose breasts dangling upon her plump belly. He was only glad his father had left them years before, otherwise he would feel like a traitor to his own family.

            One morning, Johnny fell upon a wonderful wealth of luck. It was a Friday, which meant he would be staying yet another day alone in his house. On a routine trip to his mother’s room, where he would often lie in her bed and imagine lying with her in his arms, he discovered a lone pair of extra large panties sitting unfolded on the bed.

            She must have forgotten it when she was doing the wash, he though to himself. He had never seen her panties before, and he marveled at their size. He tried putting them on over his jeans, but they were much too big. The massive and beautiful woman had at least fifteen inches on his waist, which was a girth that Johnny longed to feel the weight of. He found that he could easily fit though a single leg of the panties, which made him think of her mammoth hips. He had never wanted his mother more.

            Lying back on his mothers bed, Johnny placed the panties near his face and inhaled deeply. He began licking the crotch and rear areas, hoping to find some womanly moisture or sweet sweat to savor on his tongue. He loved the taste of his mother—that much he already knew from the taste of her sweat.

            As his young, pubescent tool began to swell, he could not take it anymore. He unzipped his jeans and took his member in his hand all at once. Feeling his swollen manhood brought him relief. It gave him an outlet which he was determined to take advantage of.

            Images of his mother filled his head. As he gently gripped and rubbed his shaft and testicles, he continued licking and sniffing the crotch of the panties, all the while imagining himself orally exploring his mother’s nethers. He rolled the moist residue on his tongue as his mind produced sounds of his mother’s moaning. It was an experience he could only wish for.

            Once he had been granted his release (literally), he fell limp on the bed with his semen-covered penis still clearly displayed and the panties draped over his face, rising and falling with each hard breath. With his urges temporarily satisfied, he fell fast asleep.

            But his slumber did not last long. A sound of surprised confusion filled the room as his solitude was invaded.

            “Oh my god!” Janet exclaimed. “What are you doing?”

             Johnny snapped awake at once to see his mother standing in the doorway. Her breasts, which had been the subject of his dreams, were covered by a black, button-up blouse. A long, gray skirt was draped over her juicy, magnificent hips which would put anything but an elephant to shame. Her head was cocked backward in shock, causing her neck to disappear behind her beautiful, rolling chins.

            Johnny found himself at a loss for words as he looked down, seeing his limp cock on display alongside his semen-crusted pants. He then noticed that he was looking at his mom through the leg of her panties, which were still placed over his head. It did not look good.

            “Um, well, you see…” he stammered, though he could not think of anything to say.

            “Are those my panties?” she asked in what was either concern or disgust.

            He could only nod. He was caught. Plain and simple, he was caught. He cursed himself for not thinking of the possibility that his mother might return from work early, but it was too late now.

            Janet sat down on the bed, her weight causing the balance of the bed to shift slightly. She took her panties from her son’s head at once and clung them to herself defensively, looking at her son in disbelief.

            “Now, I’m going to ask you, and don’t you dare lie to me,” she said sternly. “What were you doing with these?”

            Johnny could only sweat. He closed his eyes, wishing he could be sent somewhere else. He had not been prepared for such a confrontation, and he did not know if he could ever face his mother again.

            “It’s not what it looks like,” was all he could think to say. It wasn’t much, and it wasn’t convincing by far, but it was the natural reply.

            “So what is it really?” she asked, placing her panties aside.

            Johnny sat up, still unable to look his mother in the eye. At once he threw his arms around his mother, hugging her like a child who fears retribution.

            “I’m so sorry, mom. I’ll never do it again.”

            Janet shushed him, stroking his head and kissing his forehead in reassurance. “It’s okay. We can talk about this later, if you would rather do that, but we do need to talk about this.”

            Her touch, and especially her kiss, sent an electrical surge through his body, rousing it awake once more. Again he felt his tool begin to swell. He had forgotten to cover it, and it poked out conspicuously. This time, the urge was stronger than ever before—much too strong to ignore.

            He kissed her cheek, innocently at first. He kissed her a second time, and then a third, and then he unleashed a torrent of soft, gentle kisses moving from her cheek to her neck. He moved her sagging chin aside, kissing her on and under her neck folds while his manhood grew to its full length.

            Janet’s eyes widened again. She looked down, noticing her son’s tool growing with his eagerness. As he began to kiss her, she moved her head to the side as if trying to turn away, but it only gave him easier access to her neck.

            “Johnny, what are you doing?” she demanded in the exact same tone as when she had asked the question before.

            Johnny said nothing, but only continued kissing her. Now his torrent was finding it way to the top of her chest, just under her neck. Janet placed a hand on Johnny’s head and exerted a very light force, as if trying to shove him off, but something held her back. For some reason, she could not stop him.

            “Stop it,” Janet ordered, though she sounded less authoritative and more excited. “Stop it I said.”

            Johnny did not stop. Instead, he undid the top button of her blouse, revealing the slightest bit of his mother’s cleavage. This was it—no going back. He continued unbuttoning her blouse, kissing lower and lower with each unfastened button. He kissed his way across her stomach to her waist until her blouse fell open. With her blouse completely open, her round, pudgy stomach bulged out from its hiding place and over her waist. Johnny buried his face in his mother’s belly. He pressed and shook his face against her, causing her jelly-like torso to ripple and jiggle with each movement.

            Janet no longer protested. She laid back, reveling in the sensations she was experiencing. Each warm breath and hard nuzzling that her son exerted upon her belly flesh was like a spark to her nervous system. Already she could feel her crotch becoming wet with anticipation, and she no longer cared about the moral crimes they were committing.

            Johnny placed his hands on his mother’s shoulder blades, wordlessly instructing her to sit up. When she complied, he quickly peeled her blouse from her back. He then unfastened and removed her bra, throwing both it and the blouse off the bed.

            With her bra and blouse out of the picture, Janet’s breast dangled freely onto her blubberous stomach just as in Johnny’s dreams. Though they sagged with weight and age, Janet’s breasts were not wrinkled, and her nipples protruded, hard and erect, from their centers. The space between was moist with sweat, which Johnny lapped up greedily.

            Feeling his mother’s breathing harden against him, Johnny took her breasts in his hands, licking circles around her anxious nipples. Janet moaned with pleasure as Johnny took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking hard in long bouts with few breaks, which were spent gently nibbling on her motherly feeders.

            Janet fell back, overwhelmed with the pleasantness of her surprise experience. As her back hit the mattress, Johnny climbed on top of her. Because her waist was too wide for Johnny to get his legs around, he allowed himself to rest on top of her, enjoying the natural cushioning she provided.

            The passionate moment prompted Janet to rip her son’s shirt right off his back, tearing it at the seams in her eagerness. Prompted by his mother’s invitation, Johnny sat up, shaking and pulling himself out of his jeans and letting his boxers fall effortlessly down his legs. He then gripped his mother’s skirt firmly and pulled it off with great force, revealing her white, already soaked panties.

            Her panties were quite a sight to see. Like the pair which Johnny had indulged in, they were wide enough to be put on a rhinoceros, but they barely covered her. Her belly and waste drooped over the front, making only the side parts visible. The seams seemed to be under great stress as her hips bulged out from the legs of her panties.

            After taking a moment to fully revel in the image, Johnny lifted his mother’s belly bulge out of the way and slid her panties down her legs to remove them. He then moved to place himself over her, but his mother seized him, throwing him on his back next to her and rolling on top of him to face him.

            Johnny struggled to breathe under his mother’s weight, but he enjoyed the feeling. He had long dreamed of being pinned under her like this, and now it was finally happening. He smiled up at her, ready to do whatever she desired of him.

            Janet lifted her stomach fat to reveal her hairy, neglected pussy. Without pause or question, she placed it over her son’s straight, hard cock. Her wetness drizzled onto his tool, and Johnny had to pinch himself to be convinced that he wasn’t dreaming.

            Feeling his mother lower herself onto him, he was filled with two great sensations. The first was the feeling of her massive torso, heavy enough to crush his bones but beautiful enough to redeem itself, plop down against him, knocking the wind out of him. The second was the dreamy, almost unreal warmth that surrounded his member as it ventured deep within his mother’s sex. He felt as if he was returning home at long last.

            Once Johnny regained his breath, he began pushing his tool up into his mother as she slammed down against him. He could barely move his hips under layers and layers of blubber, and her heavy, sagging breast slapped him hard in the face with each of her thrusts, but he had never felt a better sensation in all his life.

            Janet moaned like a territorial baboon as she slammed into her son with backbreaking force. The headboard crashed against the wall and the springs creaked and popped as if ready to break, but she did not yield. She let her body fall over her son as she continued pounding into him, feeling her floppy, round breasts collapse against his face.

            Johnny could no longer breathe. The combination of upwards of four-hundred pounds bearing down on him and the smothering weight of his mother’s chest made it impossible to draw in air. Still, he kept returning her thrusts to the best of his limited ability, trying to endure for the sake of her pleasure.

            This seemed impossible, however, as tension built in his genital area and he knew that his orgasm could not wait much longer. As if to make things worse, Janet squeezed her pussy lips together, milking her son’s cock with each back thrust.

            “Mom, wait a minute,” he said weakly through smothering flesh and a dangerous lack of air. “I’m going to...”

            Hearing her son trail off from both tension and asphyxiation, Janet increased the strength of her thrusts, wanting to finish strong.

            “Wait mom,” Johnny whispered in a tone so weak that not even he could hear himself. “Shouldn’t I pull ou—“

            But he was unable to finish. A surge of pain from his hips and unequaled pressure from his genitals fogged his senses. That, combined with his mother’s smothering weight, caused him to lose consciousness beneath his whale-sized mom as he shot his young, hot seed deep within her.

            He awoke hours later to see his mom’s eyes level with his own. She smiled at him and slipped her tongue into his mouth, kissing him deeply and passionately.

            “Hey there,” she said. “I thought I might have lost you for a while there. I hope I wasn’t too rough?”

            Johnny shook his head. “I wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.”

            She cradle him in his arms. Both were still naked and still exhausted from their activity. Johnny could not feel his legs, but he didn’t care. He had won what he had desired for so long, and that was all that mattered.

            “Just remember,” Janet said with a smile and a soft kiss on the forehead. “No matter what happens, you’re still my baby boy.”

            Johnny smiled, kissing her gently on the lips. “I know. I love you mom.”