Part 3:Â Just the Facts

Sean's cell phone rang. He answered and heard the brief message.
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"This is 27. You must obey Dominica. Execute protocol 77."

He replied, "I must obey Dominica. It will be done." Then he disconnected, and one by one, he selected two speed dial numbers. For each one, he waited for an answer, then relayed the message. "This is 27. You must obey Dominica. Execute protocol 77." From the other end came the reply, "I must obey Dominica. It will be done."
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Thus, one slave called two. And two slaves called four. And soon, over 500 slaves were notified. Notified that an investigation needed to be made. Facts needed to be found.

Sean made another phone call, to the "Rest and Re-Creation" spa he had visited before, and he made an appointment for the next day. For a haircut, and for an hour in the "decompression chamber." As a service manager, his schedule was flexible -- unlike many others. Not all of them would be making appointments for the next day, or even two. But within the week, all 483 of the franchises across the country would be visited, by one of MzDominica's slaves. By a slave who had been captured by her Voice, and the slow dripping of Her pee into his mouth.

The name "Sean" hardly meant anything to him now. He was simply one of Dominica's slaves, continually obsessed with serving Her... with returning to Her farming community, up in the mountains -- Her Realm. Aching for that state of complete mindlessness that took away all responsibility, all care, all thought. The slave found his cock getting hard again, as he recalled guiding a plow across a field, feeling with every step the soft skin of Mistress thighs, seeing Her eyes glowing, staring into his. He smiled, knowing he would soon have time for a short vacation, and could drive up there to serve Her again.

But for now, he was Sean -- and he had already forgotten about the phone message. At least, his conscious mind was unaware of it. He knew simply that his hair was getting a little shaggy, and some time in "the tank" would be a nice, relaxing break from his daily routine.

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The waterfall was huge. Like a panorama of Niagara Falls, that Sean had seen in photographs -- except all the "water" was yellow. Second by second, millions of gallons of MzDominica's pee rushed down between the river banks, flowed over the lip of an unseen cliff, and cascaded through the air a thousand feet to the river below. Sean inhaled the scent, a smell at once pungent and aromatic -- as though Mistress' pee had been mixed with a perfume, sweet and flowery. Like lilacs. So strange. He breathed slowly and deeply, unable to get enough of the sharp, florid scent. And his mouth felt so wet. Saliva threatened to dribble down his chin, if he allowed his excitement to make him lose control and open his mouth -- open it to pant, gasping for air, because he was so aroused. Needing to breathe, inhale the scent of Mistress' pee and open his mouth to swallow. To kneel at the base of the waterfall, lean his head back, and feel Mistress' urine force itself between his open lips, down his throat, into his belly. Filling him. So warm. Sticky like syrup. Slick, like water. Yellow and acrid and flowery. Sean began to shake. To shiver. Craving to open his mouth. Craving to open it wide -- and drink, drink, drink, feeling Mistress' pee flow into him, gallon after gallon, while he knelt in a river of Her pee, washed in Her yellow fluids, wet and mindless, and shaking with ecstasy.
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"Hold still a moment," Soleil said, snipping around Sean's ears, trying to get that perfect, rounded cut, shaping his hair as she did, so carefully.

Sean opened his eyes, but still felt like he was wet, drifting... streams of yellow fluid washing past his arms, his chest, his legs. He looked up at the hair dresser, shaking a little because a woman had given him a command. Only one woman really mattered in his life, but Sean's conditioning had made him so obedient to ALL women, he looked up at Soleil adoringly, helplessly -- even though she was only nineteen, and a little ditzy.

The hairdresser caught his gaze for a moment -- he looked so sweet and helpless and cute! What was it about the guys who came for haircuts in this place? They were all like such helpless little puppy dogs! She wanted to cuddle him and hug him, and take him home! Soleil suddenly blushed, when she realized that her panties felt warm and wet, and she realized what she wanted to do with this little puppy, sitting in the barber chair before her. She covered by reaching down to the table for the hand mirror, and lifting it in front of the guy's face. "There, how does that look?" she asked -- feeling her nipples harden even as she spoke. Oh, he looked so adorable!

Sean gazed into the mirror, not quite seeing himself. Thinking only of the huge waterfall of Mistress' pee, and gazing up into Her eyes as he knelt at Her feet, face uplifted, mouth open. Awaiting Her pleasure. Awaiting Her liquid blessing. He found it so very hard to bring himself to the present, to pretend to inspect his haircut, lift a hand and brush it over one side. "Looks good," he muttered, hoping he wouldn't need to say anything more cogent.

Soleil smiled, disengaging from the guy's puppy dog gaze. "Looks good," they ALL said. Yes, men WERE all alike! Oh, but for a moment there, "all alike" meant helpless little puppies, and she had wanted to take care of this one so much! Soleil quieted her breathing... paused a moment... then turned and undid the safety pin at the guy's neck, then whipped the little barber sheet away, smiling her usual plastic smile -- the one that seemed to bring the biggest tips. "Thank you," she said, "I'm glad you like it!" Before the guy could reply, Soleil felt -- rather than saw -- the receptionist just behind her.

"Sean?" the receptionist said, "You're in luck! We've had a cancellation. If you'd like, we can put you in the decompression chamber right away!"

Sean looked from one woman to the other, still so deep in his pee fantasy, he was not sure who had spoken. "That would be great," he replied. He stood up, in a daze, and followed the woman with the little clip board.

Soleil watched as the receptionist led her customer toward the back hallway, pouting a little. Another moment, and she would have been able to stroke his cheek before he stood up -- pretending to straighten a stray hair or two. That almost always brought an extra dollar tip. Now, she could only hope he would even remember her, when he signed the credit slip. She smiled a little, though, remembering that puppy dog look, and the tightness of her nipples -- as she brushed off the barber chair, and straightened up things, preparing for her next customer.

Sean followed the receptionist, watching her hips sway left and right, trying not to be noticed staring at her ass, at her legs, as he walked down the hallway, following her. Drifting and horny at the mere thought of the "decompression chamber," and how much he wanted to be there. Images of the huge, yellow waterfall again entered his mind, the sound of roaring "water" filling his ears. The receptionist brought Sean to the end of the hallway, where a woman stood, wearing a white uniform -- looking almost like a nurse. Maybe in her mid-thirties. She wore a badge with her name on it, that identified her as "Tree." Sean smiled, looking at the name. Still floating and drifting with the image of that huge, yellow waterfall.

"This is Tree," the receptionist said. As if Sean couldn't read. "She'll be your relaxation technician for this afternoon. Tree, this is Sean." She handed Tree the clipboard, with Sean's past appointments on it, smiled, and returned to the store front.

"Hello Sean," Tree said. Oh yes, she could tell he'd been in the relaxation chamber before. This one was having trouble focusing on the here and now, clearly anticipating being in the isolation chamber again. Tree smiled -- she knew he wouldn't be much for conversation. They were all so cute like this. So obedient and tractable. She carefully guided him toward the big, glass enclosure, tilted at a 90-degree angle to the floor, so he could simply stand in front of it while she adjusted his clothing, and prepared him. Slipping the white noise headphones over his ears, the blindfold over his eyes, the drip tubing into his mouth. The straps to hold him in place. Yes, even the little sleeve inside his pants. After the first time in, they simply let you attach things, without question. Very professionally, Tree slipped her hand inside Sean's pants, wrapped the tube around his cock. Already hard. Tree smiled, and NOT so professionally gave his cock a gentle stroke, knowing this one would never remember. She checked that everything was in place, and then slowly closed the glass cover, locking Sean inside the coffin-like chamber, and pressed the switch to tilt it back to 45 degrees. Then she flipped the switch to activate the chamber, and set the timer for three hours.

Tree always liked how blank and empty they looked afterward. And she enjoyed just watching them, while they dropped deep into mindlessness, as the sensory deprivation relaxed their minds so utterly. She went to the back room, to brew herself a cup of tea, so she could return, sip contentedly and watch... "Sean" -- that was it... watch him, and make sure he was okay, the entire time.

Sean could not remember anything from the moment he rose from the barber chair, till now. Lying/standing in the "relaxation chamber," visions of yellow waterfalls washing through his mind. The rush of white noise in his ears reminded him of those waterfalls. And, though he was unaware of it, his ears strained to hear MzDominica's Voice mixed in with those waterfalls, to taste Her flowery, acrid pee dripping onto his tongue, drop by drop, as Her Voice programmed him deeper and deeper.

But deeply quiet and mindless as he was, Sean's brain was busy. Listening for MzDominica's Voice. Searching for the sharp taste of Her pee. And all his ears heard... was static. All his tongue tasted... was water.

Patiently, quietly, Sean lay in the "relaxation chamber." Without smell, without taste, without light. With no sound but a consistent, patternless rushing. With no touch, but the gentle stroking of the sleeve on his hard cock. Minute after lost minute. Hour after lost hour.

When he returned home, Sean pressed a different speed dial button on his cell phone. He waited, until he heard the answer.
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"Hello, Slave..." in MzDominica's Voice -- though he knew it was a recording
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Sean spoke quickly, and simply. "Protocol 77 report -- i am nothing, nothing at all."

"Protocol 77 complete," the Voice replied. "Good Slave." The phone disconnected.

Sean knelt on the floor. His cock suddenly grew erect inside his pants, and his sperm erupted from the tip of his cock, wetting his pants, while he gasped in ecstasy, drooling on the floor, cumming over and over again. His reward... for total obedience.

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In Her mansion, MzDominica watched, as Her naked accountant crawled across the floor to Her feet, and bowed his head to the floor, waiting to be acknowledged, waiting for instructions. She extended Her left, booted foot. "Kiss My toes, slave," She commanded. The accountant obediently kissed her left boot. Then She extended Her right boot, and he kissed that also. Then he returned his forehead to the floor, awaiting Mistress' next order.

"Report, slave," Dominica commanded.

"Please, Mistress, i beg You not to be angry with the messenger, for i bring bad news!"Â The accountant shook, frightened about displeasing his Mistress.

"You will be rewarded or punished as I please, slave," MzDominica replied. "Now, your report! Or I shall be angry!"

"All slaves reported NOTHING Mistress. No sound of Your Voice. No taste of Your pee."

"As I expected," Mistress said.

"Please, Mistress, have mercy!" the accountant sobbed.

"You should know better than to think I will punish you for reporting the truth, slave!" Dominica replied. "So that you will NOT forget, I will reward you for telling Me what I need to know, even though it is displeasing."

"Thank You, Mistress!" the accountant cried, still kneeling with his head to the floor.

"Cum!" Dominica commanded. "Cum NOW, slave! Cum, and cum and cum! STOP!!!"

The accountant's cock spurted, over and over, spilling his hot sperm onto the hardwood floor, under him as he knelt and moaned with pleasure.

"Now, slave, lick your cum off the floor. Swallow it." She watched as he did so, hands still at his sides, palms to the floor. "Good slave!" She said. "Dry the floor with your hair." He pushed the top of his head over the floor, cleaning up every remaining drop of moisture. "Now, return to your office, while I think about what to do with... Mistress Black."

"Yes, Mistress," the accountant gasped. He crawled back to his office, through the tiny slave door that connected his office to Hers.

Head to the floor, still shaking, the slave was unable to watch, as MzDominica's face curled up into a wry grin. A plan was forming in Her clever mind. A very satisfying plan indeed.

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More to come, later!

More stories by jessicablank and MzDominica's other slaves can be found
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I sat at my desk and somehow my hand found its way into my jeans. I started stroking my tingling cock as I played each video.

I closed my eyes and imagined myself as the guy in one of the pictures who was fucking a Latina slut with a fat pussy to kill for. The guy was fucking and sucking her brains out after they’d just met her minutes ago at a park.

Why can’t things like that ever happen to me? The guys in porno flicks have all the luck. I’d love to fuck a hot slut that I just met, but stuff like that never happens to me.

I forced the thought out of mind and forced myself to think about the videos of Tatiana. Just as I was getting into it, my leg started vibrating. My pager was going off.

I work for a plumbing company. I’m on call during work hours, so I spend most of that time doing whatever I want until a call comes in.

I swear those people have the worst timing. They always call when I’m deep into something I enjoy, like jacking off, for instance.

I called my dispatcher, Susie. She said, “Victor, let me run a name past you: Lydia Newman. Does that name ring a bell?”

“No, should it?” I asked.

“Yes. She’s a customer that you serviced just a few days ago and she’s already calling back complaining that her pipes won’t stop leaking since you came out there.”

My hard-on was dwindling away. I started pulling my jeans back up as I scrolled through my mental rolodex of customers that I’d serviced in the last few days. I remembered Lydia Newman.  She was a fox, a few years older than me but sexy as hell and very flirtatious.

I said, “Susie, I apologize about the pipes, but they were working fine when I left and she seemed happy. She even gave me a twenty-dollar tip.”

“Regardless of that, she still made a re-call, so this time I want you to get it right. Got it?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

She read off Ms. Newman’s address. I don’t have the best memory in the world, but for some reason, that address didn’t sound right.

“Be prompt,” Susie said.

“Yes, ma’am,” I replied. “I’ll do that.”

She hung up without saying goodbye. I slammed the phone down and called her every curse word I could think of.

I checked my watch after I calmed down. I wanted—no, I needed to finish masturbating, but I didn’t have very much time to get to where I was going so I bookmarked Nasty Napster and disconnected from the Internet.

Not only did the address seem different, the drive to Lydia’s house seemed different too. This neighborhood was a lot nicer than what I remembered. This was a more expensive area with great landscaping and houses the size of small apartment buildings. It didn’t look familiar at all.

Something just wasn’t right.

She even answered the door in a strange way—on the first knock. I usually had to wait a minute for the customer to get to the door.

But the person who opened the door was indeed the woman who had been flirting with me a couple days earlier. The only difference was she looked a lot better today. Her makeup and hair was done and she was wearing some kind of one-piece, wrap-around skirt that looked like she’d taken it out of an old Japanese movie. It was very colorful and showed an ample amount of cleavage.

“Hi, you called?” I said as I struggled to keep my gaze focused on her eyes instead of her breasts. My cock started sliding down my leg.

She stepped to the side to let me in. “I think I have a leak under the sink. You could come take a look at it,” she said. She closed the door and locked it.

I wasn’t sure if Lydia remembered me, but she showed no signs of recognition.

I followed her through the house and complimented her on it just to see her reaction. There was none. She just said thanks and kept leading the way.

We arrived at a small bathroom just beyond the stairs. “It’s in there,” she pointed.

I took a look in the half-bathroom. There wasn’t any water on the floor, nor a bucket under the faucet to catch leaking water. “Under the sink?” I asked, dumbfounded.

I sat on the floor to get a better look, examined every inch of pipe carefully. “I don’t see a leak.”

“Well, there’s gotta be because I’m feeling all wet all over,” said Lydia.

I looked up. She had that sexy expression from days ago when she was flirting with me and I thought maybe she was doing it again. There was something sexual in the way she said her last statement.

“Excuse me?” I chuckled.

Her wrap-around was split in the front and I could see glimpses on her bald pussy as she smiled and stepped over my outstretched legs.

My cock reacted immediately and started sliding a little farther down my thigh.

“Here, I’ll show you,” said Lydia.

She kneeled in front of me with her legs spread wide apart. She opened the skirt fully, revealing a pouty cunt with traces of juice between the lips.

“Oh, my god!” I blurted.

It was obvious what she wanted and I felt the same way, plus I was still very horny from the videos I'd seen.

She placed her hand over her snatch. A red fingernail disappeared between the swollen outer lips, and then reappeared as she slowly masturbated in front of me.

“It’s wet all over. See?”

I slid forward as my cock grew even stiffer. I touched her thigh and then moved my hand towards her pussy. She moved her hand out of the way and spread her thighs a little wider.

I touched the tender mound, then started thumbing along the outer lips and let my thumb slip between them. She was right. It was saturated. She was hornier than me, if you can believe that.

Her breathing got heavier and her legs started trembling. “Do you think you can fix it?” she moaned.

“If I can get my tool out, I’m sure I can do something about it.” It sounded corny, but that’s what they would have said in a porno.

She stood, said, “Come with me.”

I followed her to the living room. She motioned for me to sit on the couch. She kneeled between my legs, unzipped my pants, and reached inside.

“Is this your tool?” she joked, but her mood turned serious as she fondled my cock. She was surprised at how big and thick it was and I wasn’t fully hard yet.

She pulled it and started kissing and licking it. She closed her soft lips around the head and slid her tongue from side to side, and then she started going down, down further, and down some more until she’d consumed almost the full length of my shaft. My cock grew to full erection inside her mouth.

She pulled it out, kissed it, and resumed slurping the bulky meat stick.

“Yeah. Yeah, oh, suck that,” I moaned. I closed my eyes and leaned back and let her have her way with it. The air was filled with the sounds of her lips smacking on my cock.

When I opened them I noticed the pictures on the entertainment center. None of them were pictures of Lydia.

That’s when it all made sense. This wasn’t her house. She had borrowed a friend’s house to fuck me away from home. But why?

I felt a tugging on my pants. I looked down. Lydia had her lips pressed firmly on my cock.

Still licking around the head and kissing it, she said, “Let me help you get out of these pants.”

Both hands were wrapped around the bottom of my dick. There were tan lines around her left ring finger. She was married. No wonder she didn’t want to fuck at home.

I lifted my pelvis off the couch as she pulled my pants to the floor.

Now I could open my legs wider and give her better access to my cock. She took my prick whole to the back of her mouth and pulled it out with a loud pop.

“Oh, yeah.”

“More comfortable?” she asked.

“Oh, yeah.”

We went on like this for minutes with her deep-throating me, kissing all around my cock, slurping my balls, and stroking pre-cum out of my cock so she could savor its flavor.

When she was done, my whole pelvic area was soaked in her saliva and my cock was jumping like crazy.

She stood up and turned around. She bent over reaching between her legs for my dick. She started stroking it up and down, keeping it rock hard as I stared at her beautiful ass and the pussy lips that decorated the middle of it.

She rubbed the head along the lips. It was hot like an oven, and very tight, yet the head slipped in and out without a problem.

Lydia was teasing me, making me want her more by the sight, sound, and feel of my cock head slipping around and about on her wet cunt.

Just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, she let it slip inside. It was an easier entry than I’m used to. Lydia’s pussy adjusted quickly to accommodate my girth, which was remarkable considering she was holding her legs pressed close together, which made her hole seem that much tighter.

She kept easing back on my hard prick until I felt her ass cheeks touch my hips. My cock was throbbing inside her. I don’t know if she could feel it, but it was driving me nuts with the desire to cum in her pussy.

She started moving. It was an in-and-out motion at first, and then she started grinding from side to side, enjoying the pleasurable width of my eager cock.

“It’s so good,” I said. “Yeah, ride my cock. Ride it. Ride that pussy on my cock.”

She started bouncing and grinding more aggressively. Soon, we were both moaning in ecstasy.

“You’re so tight!” I grabbed a handful of ass and aided in bouncing her wet pussy on my hard dick.

My balls started tightening and I prepared myself for what I thought would be the best orgasm of my life. But just as I was reaching my peak, she stood up and my cock fell out with loads of shiny pussy juice covering its entire length.

Lydia lay on the other couch and opened her legs wide, then parted her sweet pussy lips and waited for me come plug her pink hole.

She was gorgeous and so erotic lying there in such a compromising position. She started fingering her clit as I entered her. She kept staring at me like I was a piece of meat and I couldn’t get enough of it.

Her pussy felt good with her on her back but I liked it better when she was riding me backwards on the couch. As tight as her cunt was now, it seemed much tighter before. Then I figured out why.

“Pull those legs back for me, baby,” I ordered.

Both legs went skyward, straightened out, and touched at the ankle.

The space in her hole decreased by half and I could feel the walls squeezing firmly against my meat.

I started easing in and out of her once more. “Yeah, that’s it.”

Lydia’s moaning kept getting louder as she mirrored my movements. Her toes curled up and I knew she must be having an orgasm.

“Ooh, yeah,” she whispered through heavy breathing as hot pussy juice spilled all over my hard cock. “Some more…I wanna leak some more,” she moaned.

She had no idea how sexy she looked cumming all over my cock right now.

I could feel an orgasm growing inside me. I started fucking her snatch harder, my hips smacking her tender ass.

“You’re just making me wetter. Yeah, yeah,” she cried out.

“You’re gonna make me cum, baby.”

“All over my face.”

The thought of cumming all over this married slut’s face was all that was needed to bring me over the edge. Cum started welling inside my balls in a tension-filled moment as I continued pounding Lydia’s sweet muff.

“I want to taste it,” she said.

That was it! Hot Damn!

“Come here,” I said.

She brought her head around and licked at my shaft as she stroked it.

I could feel cum making its way up my rod. My eyes grew wide open so I could take in every erotic second of what was about to happen.

Lydia grabbed it with both hands and started stroking harder as white spoo splattered all over her eyes, face, and mouth. Her face twisted into an expression that resembled a lunatic as she eagerly milked me of every drop of cock juice.

She gave me a wicked smile and started kissing my sensitive cock head and used it to smear cum all around her lips.

She looked up at me. I couldn’t think of anything to say, so I just thanked her.

“You’re welcome,” she said in that sexy whisper of hers.

I told her she could call me anytime, but she was already planning on calling me the next time she needed her “leak” fixed.

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They drove around for about fifteen minutes, when Eric put his hand on Kristins leg, she looked at him and smiled, and took his hand in hers holding it. He lifted her hand to his lips and began kissing and sucking on her fingers. Kristin could feel herself get a little wet at the touch of his tounge on her fingers, and pulled his hand to her mouth, mimicking what he had just done to her. There were very few words spoken as they drove, and Erics hand soon wandered to Kristins leg once more. Moving his hand up he started rubbing her inner thigh, and then her crotch. Kristin drew in a breath and looked at Eric, who was calmly driving and seeming to not have a clue as to why Kristin would gasp. He rubbed her through her jeans, causing Kristin to moan softly and grab his arm, and/or her breasts.

As they drove Kristin noticed that Eric was paying less and less attention to the road, and more to what was going on with his hand, so she pushed his hand away trying to get him to concentrate. Eric looked at Kristin questioningly but obliged. As they neared her house Eric stopped his car and pulled Kristin to him for a deep and passionate kiss. Out of breath and still very turned on Kristin looked at him and said "not here...just drive past" and Eric did as he was told. They kept driving, not sure where they were headed. Kristin noted that the houses were getting fewer and fewer and since it was later in the night, there wern't any cars passing them. So she had Eric pull off to the side of the road.

Immediatly after turing off the car Kristin attacked Eric. Kissing him hard and rather needy. She took his hand and moved it to her breasts, needing to feel him touch her. After a few moments of awkward bumping and head knocking, Eric suggested they move to the backseat where it would be more comfortable. Kristin smiled at the idea and they both climbed in the back. Eric started kissing Kristin again and pulled her shirt up so he could have access to her breasts, pushing her bra out of the way he took one of her breasts and started toying with the nipple, causing Kristin to shudder with pleasure. Eric then moved his mouth to Kristins nipple, sucking and licking. Moans and sighs escaped Kristins lips as she closed her eyes enjoying the feel of his warm mouth on her. A few moments later Eric returned to her lips and kissed her gently before asking...or rather demanding "Take your pants off so I can finger your pussy" Kristin didn't need to be told twice and did as she was told. Eric moved his fingers over her pussy lightly, tickling her clit every so often.  His fingers find there way inside Kristin and she gasps at the feeling. He fit so well inside her, and seemed to know exactly where to go, and what to do there. He thrust his fingers deeper inside, causing her back to arch, and began moving them faster, and harder bringing Kristin to a wonderful orgasm. Just as she was comming down off the heaven she was feeling she heard Eric whisper "Will you suck my cock". Kristin pulled herself up and kissing Eric started undoing his pants. Moving her lips down to his cock she kissed it lightly and softly before taking him in her mouth and sucking him off. He puts his hands on the back of her head and pulls her hair back, allowing her more ease to suck and kiss his cock. Finally Kristin cannot stand it and looks up at Eric and says "Please put your cock inside me....just for a little bit?" with a smirk. Eric is hesitant as they don't have any protection, but he agrees.

Kristin helps Eric take his pants off the rest of the way,and straddles his lap, lowering herself gently ontop of his cock. Kristin lets out a moan of pleasure and relief at the feel of him inside her. Eric (being a virgin) felt himself close to comming within the short amount of time he had been inside Kristin. "Then why don't you be ontop, that way you can have more control over it" Kristin suggested. Eric thought it was a good idea and laid Kristin on her back. Placing his cock back inside her, Eric began to fuck Kristin. Kristin was moaning and screaming at this point as Eric was fucking her harder and harder with each thrust. Kristin couldn't believe how hard he was fucking her, and that he wasn't cumming. He suddenly stopped and commanded her to get on her hands and knees, and he started fucking her from behind, holding her hips slamming his cock in her so hard, and so fast, his balls slapping against her clit. Kristin was on the verge of cumming when Eric suddenly told her to get on her back again. Kristin again did as she was told, and Eric continued to fuck the shit out of her. kristin had never been fucked so hard in her life, and again just as she was about to cum, he pulled out of her and jacked himself off cumming on her stomach, tits, and face. Both panting and drenched in sweat tried to catch thier breath. Kristin laughed and wiped what she could from her face. Both smiled at each other, and knew from that day on...it would only get better.

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           My back was
stuck… movement in any direction was excruciating. I called my friend James,
who was home on leave from the Army.

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           “Hello?” He
answered before I could hear it ring.

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           “Ahhh…
James man… I fucked my back up something fierce… ahhh…my god… I can’t move… ” I
winced at the unbearable pain and dropped the remote on the ground.

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           “OK, buddy,
I am on my way.” Click.

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           My back was
really truly stuck and movement was impossible… it was a good thing James lived
only three minutes away. He was an Army Medic, and he would know how to fix my
back, I hoped.

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           “Give it to
me in my ass.” My heart shrieked. I managed to move my head towards the TV,
only to see two men naked and facing each other… their cocks hard and sexy. Behind
them crouched a woman who was holding a sign that said, “Bi Threesome:
Collection 1.” It was the title screen of my favorite DVD movie! The remote had
fallen and turned on the television! James was on his way and I had to turn it
off! I tried getting to the remote with my foot… but the pain doubled as a
result. I sat there in horror. What is James going to say when he finds out I
like cocks? “Give it to me in my ass,”
the title screen echoed the sexy male words again.

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           I fought
desperately to move but the pain was so intense! Then it happened. The door
knocked twice and then opened. “James?” I yelled.

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           “I
brought…” As James turned the corner he saw the title screen of the DVD, and
then it happened again.

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           “Give it to
me in my ass,” the television speakers repeated its title music.

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           “Wow…
ohkay,” James said barely breathing.

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           “Just turn
it.. ahhh… off man.” I pleaded.

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           James came
up to me with a hypodermic needle in his hand, “This is a healthy dose of
muscle relaxer… the bad part is that you wont be able to do anything but sit on
the couch for a while after I give you the shot.” I saw him glance back over at
the TV, “I did not know you were into this stuff.” I was embarrassed. He stuck
the needle in my leg and emptied its contents into my bloodstream.

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           Immediately
the pain began to subside. So I reached down and turned the television off.
Quickly my legs became shaken and I collapsed on the couch, the remote falling
again to the floor. I could not move anything at all, except my head. The pain
was completely gone, and that was all I cared about.

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           James sat
back on the other side of the couch and held the remote up in front of him.
“Now… lets see what you are watching.”

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           “No James…
please, don’t.” He ignored my cries. The TV came back up and quickly I saw the
play cursor on the DVD blink. The screen faded into blackness… then soon it
came back up. The scene on the screen was two men working hard, some sort of
construction. They worked hard until the foreman, a gorgeous brunette female,
came up and started yelling at them.

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           “She’s
pretty damn hot.” James exclaimed. Suddenly a small vertical line next to a
right arrow appeared on the screen and the scene changed. Now the two men were
starting to grope the topless female foreman. “Come on…” the symbol appeared
again and the scene changed again and the two men were undressing and the
female was sitting back and masturbating. Both of their cocks came into view,
and I just remained quiet. In my amazement I could barely talk. “There we go.”
I heard James say as one of the males got on his knees and grabbed the other
males cock with his hand.

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           “Suck my
cock!” The standing man said. The others head dove for his target. I could not
keep my eyes off this part.

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           “Uh… yeah,”
I willed myself to look at James and to my surprise he had his cock out! It was
a beautiful 8 inch long very thick cock, slightly tanned and so very hard as
James hand began pumping it. His cock rose out of a bed of black pubic hair
which trailed up under his shirt and down his legs.

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           The drugs
had an amazing effect on me. My entire body was still useless; I couldn’t even
feel if my cock was hard. I looked at James monster cock and instantly became
jealous. “James,” I said.

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           He
continued to ignore me and really began to start jacking his beast. The man on
the screen was sucking with his hand milking the other mans cock into his
mouth. The female had gotten up and walked around the standing male and
crouched behind him. She was hot, about half the size of the men, with a shaved
pussy. Her breasts were a perky c-cup. Her brunette hair was back in a
ponytail. She leaned forward and stuck her face between the hairless ass in
front of her. I loved the part when the man is being sucked and having his
asshole licked from behind, and apparently so did James.

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           “Damn this
is hot!” James stood up, still beating his cock at a fast pace. He turned and
looked at me. “Are you ok?” He finally acknowledged my existence.

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           “Oh yes. I
am enjoying watching you,”I replied, “I wish I could get mine out and play with
it, but whatever you gave me, I can’t feel anything.”

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           “You will
soon… that medication is quick acting but it wears off quickly. Here let me
help you get ready. You do want to have some fun, yes?”

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           “Hell yes.”

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           “Good, I am
going to call Anna. She loves licking ass while I suck cock.”

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           All of my
fantasies rushed through my brain as James quickly called his wife. Did James
just say he is going to suck my cock while his wife crammed her tongue in my
ass? It was so.

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James had hung up and reached out
and started undoing my belt and my jeans, and then started tugging them off. I
looked down and to my happiness somehow my cock was semi hard underneath my
underwear. He grabbed my underwear and started pulling them down, freeing my 4
inch and growing cock. I shaved my pubic hair, and James quickly felt my
package up.

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           “Holy shit
this is one sexy cock man!” He kneeled down and took my cock into his mouth. I
felt it… not a lot but slightly, and my cock sprang into life, my mind thinking
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           I moaned as
his head began to rise up and down on my full length 6 inch cock. Suddenly I
moved my arm and placed it behind his head. My feeling was almost all the way
back! Whatever was wrong with my back before was fine now, and I had not even
felt its feeling come back. He picked up the pace while I pushed slightly on
the back of his dark head of hair. My ass rose out of the couch and pushed back
into his mouth which had taken the full length of my cock. I could look down
and see him still jacking his cock. A minute or two went by and I stood up. He
continued to suck my cock and I could not hold on.

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           “James,
man, this feels so good I am going to cum if you don’t let off.”

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           He took his
head off my cock for a second and said, “Please cum,” and then went back down
on my cock. He began to use his hand on my cock, and that was all I could take.

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           I began to
convulse with pleasure as my cock began to fire ropes of semen into James sucking
mouth. He took it like a champ, swallowing every last bit of semen. I groaned
as I came down off the climax.

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           James
pulled his head off my softening cock, “How many men have you been with?” he
asked.

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           “You are my
first, man.” I replied just as the front door opened and James wife walked in.

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           “Oh my. Hello,”
Anna said.

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The stairway only led to a supply closet... to the untrained eye. Push against the back of the closet and another set of stairs are revealed. They were long and led only to pitch black.

Deep below the cellers, underneathe the abandoned bar was a windowless basement of sorts. The walls were made to be soundproof and the only light was a single lightbulb hanging down from the rotting ceiling. The bulb was swinging back and forth, casting moving shadows at a constant pace. There were two shadows painted against the concrete floor. One belonged to a middle-aged man while the other belonged to a young girl.

The middle-aged man actually looked quite normal, wearing a chestnut-brown sweater and grey pants. He stood around six feet tall and had curly brown hair with black roots. The only thing that was abnormal about it, though, was the look of lust in his eyes and the crop in his hand. A sadistic sneer etched across his face, adding even more to his abnormal appearance. He brought the crop back up again, then struck the girl across the face.

The young girl looked to be only around eighteen, yet she looked as if she'd been through a war. There were cuts, scrapes, bruises, and welts all over her body. The most noteable ones were all over her more private regions: her breasts, ass, and cunt. At full height, she'd probably stand around five feet six. She had blond hair, which was in a mess, and blue eyes, which were stained with tears. She was kneeling on the floor with her wrists cuffed behind her back and her ankles hobbled together. An iron collar circled around her milky white neck. A chain led from the collar to the wall.

Six weeks... that was how long she'd been in this hellhole. The young captive remembered walking home from school one day when she decided to cut through some construction site. It was getting late that time... though she'd forgotten why she was late getting home. A towel from behind was pushed into her face and the next thing she knew... this sicko started the torture. At first, she was made to pleasure her kidnapper and rapist both orally and vaginally. Her anal virginity was taken away not to long afterwards. Then... a group of men from the bar upstairs joined in on the fun. That was... around four weeks ago? Every weekend, those thugs would defile her and gang rape her for their own pleasures. There was once when they came in four days in a row. She couldn't feel her three holes for a long time after that.

Those didn't compare with what her captor did to her during their little "discipline" sessions, though. The bastard would find some excuse to punish the poor girl whether it was because she didn't respond fast enough or if she didn't do something well enough. Whips, crops, canes... she took quite a few beatings.

"Fucking bitch, can't keep your eyes down like I told you to," Mark, the rapist sneered as the crop whistled through the air before cracking down against the girl's left breast.

"AAAAAIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!" The girl screamed as she felt the stroke across her mound. Another gush of tears erupted from her eyes as she tried hard not to fall over. She'd be in a lot of trouble if she fell over. Experience taught her that.

"You know, I found that voice sexy when we first started, but now it's just getting annoying," the towering man grinned as he looked down at his slave. "Hmm... should I even bother with a gag anymore? Maybe I should use something a bit more permanent."

"Please... no... not that..." the girl whimpered as she continued sobbing. "Please, I'll be good. I won't scream if you..."

"Fucking bitch! Did I say you could talk?!" The crop was raised up in the air again. Eyes of insanity glowered over the whimpering creature before him.

Creak...

The wooden door to the windowless basement creaked open, revealing a third character. A heavily clothed man standing almost the same height as the man with the crop. The new arrival wore almost all black: a black leather trenchcoat, black jeans, black boots, black cap, black gloves, and a grey shirt. He also wore a white ceramic mask with a thick streak of black ink starting diagonally from his top left side.

"Ah, you must be the one here to collect the merchandise," Mark dropped his arm to his side as he greeted the expected visitor. His sneer was still on his face as he approached the masked man. "You must be that assassin I've been hearing about. Yep, that mask is the trademark of that famous killer. I heard you've killed quite a few people back in the days... what's it been? Twenty years? Working for slave traders now, huh? Nice choice, choosing a line of work that brings in the cash. Thought you'd be taller, though. What? Can't talk? Cat got your tongue? It's the bitch, isn't it? Pretty hot stuff there, know what I'm saying? I expect to be paid top dollar for this girl, alright?"

"..... not me, I'm his disciple," the masked man replied as he moved past Mark to inspect the slave girl. He knelt down and looked at the broken down girl before him. It didn't take a genius to figure out what kind of torture the girl went through. The blond tried not to look up at this unexpected guest for fear of getting hurt even more than she already had. Her body was visibly quivering as she wondered what her fate was to be.

"Huh... from your voice, you shouldn't be much older than this slut, here," Mark remarked as he looked at the masked man in surprise.

*****

Ring Ring

Ring Ring

"Hello? Yes, I know... I was supposed to pick her up," an aged, but gruff voice answered. "Yeah, well... it was too much of a problem having to accept the mission and all. Don't worry though, I sent my disciple to handle it... yeah, that teen 'freak' we were talking about earlier. Don't worry, he can handle it. He might still be highschool age, but he can handle the job. He's handled a lot more blood than you'll ever see, so don't worry about it. Yes, yes, I know I've had him handle the last few mission, but... I'm useless you say?! Hey! I'm the guy who trained you killer! Now listen... Hmm... something interesting, you say? Alright, I'll come over."

Click

*****

"You were late on your payment... again," the man with the bloodied mask stood over the dead body of Mark. A shot to the head was all it took. The guy never saw it coming. The young assassin turned his attention towards the slave girl with even eyes. The shiver went up the captive's spine as she looked on in horror at the dead body before her. She hated that dead bastard with all her heart, but a dead body was still a dead body and this was the first time she's seen one. The youngster spoke, "now... what to do with you..."

The girl looked up at the masked man with a new kind of fright in her eyes. This man... he was supposed to be around the same age as her, too! She couldn't believe it... but there was no reason for the man to lie. Was he going to kill her? Was she going to be released? Was this man a saviour or another bastard about to rape her?

"Neither," the youngster seemed to read the young girl's mind as he knelt down beside her again. He reached up a leather glove to rub the girl's tears away, but the girl flinched at the slightest touch.

Realizing that she may had made a grave mistake, she immediately begged with her life. "Please, I didn't mean to turn away. Please... please don't... don't kill me, please... I'll do anything..."

"....." the masked man got to his feet and wielded his magnum .45 in his right hand. He carefully brought the weapon up and leveled it at the girl's face.

"Please, I'll fuck you! I'll... I'll suck you cock! Anything! Just don't kill me, please!"

Bang!

The girl dropped to the floor, fainting at the sound.

No blood though.

Just fragments of what was once an iron collar.

Ring Ring

"Hello? Shihfu?" The masked man answered his ringing cellphone. "Mission Accomplished. Huh? The girl? She's fainted for some reason... I've nothing stronger to break iron with. Are you done lecturing me, Shihfu? Why did you call me? A gift? From the client? So... no money, then? You accepted... strange... I'll talk with you later. Highschool? No, I don't plan to... why? Oh, she's awake. Shihfu... stop talking so I can hang up... thank you."

Click

"So you want some Hispanic cock and pussy?" he asked suddenly. "What did you say?" I blushed suddenly hearing my thoughts out loud. "You wanna get with the landscape crew, the guys and the woman? Just say yes or no. It is a simple question." "Well..." I hesitated and he finished it for me. "Yes, yes it is, right?" "Well, yes>" I said. "Okay, no problem then." Steve walked outside and called Maria to him and she was smiling and he told her whatever it was he had planned. I found later he had planned it for two weeks. He came in and came up behind me reaching around and masssaging my tits and then down to my clit. He brought me close to orgasm again and again and then left me hanging. He did not even finish that night as he went to bed and I managed to get off once myself.

I woke the next morning and he had left already but there was a note on the table. "I had to go to Atlanta early. Hope you are not mad about last night but I wanted to get yu ready for the day. Enjoy." Love, Steve. I got up and the landscape crew came at 8 and began work. It was really hot that day and so I was around the house in nothing and had a robe near to put on if I needed to. A knock came on the door and I pulled on the gown. Jose was there and motioned o the rest room. I let him in and he was smiling and after him Philip came in and waited in the hall. Don came in next and so two were in the hall with the door open and Jose was pissing what sounded like a water fall. The other two went in and they stayed in the rest room and pissed and then I heard Maria behind me. "Good Morning Teresa, is it a nice hot day?" "Yes, it is hot." I said and felt her eyes all over my body. "It will get much hoter Dear," she said as she patted my bottom thru the gown and walked by to the rest room. Suddenly all three men were standing there naked and hard as rocks. "See, it is hotter already," Maria said and she began taking off her tank top and shorts. They were all tanned and she had beautiful dark nipples and no hair at all between her legs. She was muscular and her hair was now down, the cool air in the house making her nipples harder.

Maria held her hand out to me and I found myself walking to her. "We don\'t need the gown Dear" she said and it dropped to the floor. Then her lips were on mine and she was licking my tongue and her mouth found the spot under my ear that made me melt. Someone was behind me and a hard cock against my back. Maria said something and I was led to the bedroom and now she laid me on the bed and spread out my legs and arms. The men were next to me on either side and my tits had hands all over them. "We have all the rest of today and tonight to fuck" she said. She laid on me and again was kissing me deep. The men had moved a little so that just her and I were touching. She was all over my body and I felt orgasms build and suddenly explode as the men laughed and as I managed to look they were massaging their cocks. Maria ate me thru 4 or so orgasms and got up and was caressing one of the cocks and led him to me. Jose was first as he laid on top of me and Maria guided him into my soaking pussy. I had expected love making but he rammed into me hard and I cried out. Maria was over my face sitting there so I could almost not breathe but she moved so I could. The other two men were on either side of me, placing their cocks in my hands and I began massaging them. Jose filled me and then the other two took turns doing the same. They were all about the same size and I was feeling my insides turn to mush as they hammered away. After the men finished I looked up and Maria had a really huge strap on and she was crawling up betwen my legs laughing and saying something I could not understand. The dildo was really thick and twice as long as any of the men. The men pulled my legs apart and held them.

Maria guided the head of the dildo to my pussy entrance and I felt it streach with just the head touching it. She was kissing and biting my lips and ears almost violently and suddenly she tore into my pussy. I let out a scream and was in pain. To silence me one of the men shoved a cock down my throat and it began to get hard. Maria was laughing and ramming my pussy harder and harder. Suddenly I felt my nipples being pulled hard and saw Maria with the dildo in me and her hands pulling my tits away from my chest. Then she grabbed them and her nails dug into my tits making me whimper and cry through the pain. I heard voices in the living room and thought Steve had come home but several more men came in stripping and began taking turns, Maria guiding the rape. I was still being raped when Steve came home the next day and joined in giving me a slap across my tits to tell me that it was only beginning.

After only a short delay, I respond, "Actually, I just woke up about 10 minutes ago. I expect it’s gonna be relaxing though. No parents telling me what to do is something I don’t get too often."
"Are you allowed to have people over?"
"mmm..not really… but I might be willing to break that rule.. Why?"
"Because I’ve got a birthday present for you that I didn’t want to bring to school, and I thought I might bring it over now. And also, I thought maybe we could hang out and do something fun or something."
"Really? I was pretty sure most everyone had forgotten my birthday. But, uh.. yeah, you can come over. I should probably take a shower before you come though.. Do you think you can wait like…uhh… half an hour before you leave?"
"Yeah, sure. So I’ll be there in like 40 minutes then. See ya soon!"
"Yep, bye!"

I hang up and immediately begin a mini excited freak-out. Having someone call me to hang out with me is not something I’m used to. I have to find something to wear. I have to shower. My mind is filled with things she could possibly have gotten me for a present that she wouldn’t want to bring to school. I should clean my room a bit. It’s a mess. First things first. Something to wear. I wanna look nice for her. I always want to. Tank top and girls jeans. That’s probably nice looking but comfortable enough. Black is good because then I don’t have to wear a bra. Okay, now for the shower. Long or short shower? Long. I can’t stop thinking of how much I want you. I’ve got thirty five minutes to shower and get dressed. After turning on the water to heat up, I brush my teeth, find my razor and scissors, pee, get undressed and brush my medium-length, brown, half-asian hair. Finally, I step into the shower, allowing the nearly-too-warm water flow over my body. Grabbing the soap, I moan softly as I let my hands roam all over my naked body. They spend a little extra time around my small but hard nipples, groping at my small breasts. My left hand gently massages my slippery slit, rubbing at my little clit and feeling the warm wetness inside me. Mmm… Wishful thinking brings me to the conclusion that Robin just might see my legs and maybe even my pussy, so I sit down with the scissors and razor and trim down my pussy hair until it’s so short its hardly more than stubble. I want to look my best for her. Grabbing the soap again, I lather up my hands and run them through my newly trimmed pussy hair. With a razor, I carefully shave around the edges and on the lips so just a small triangle on the front remains. Mmm… I rub my hands along my slit again. Feels so good. I wish Robin could see this. Agh..

The thought of her turns me on so much. I feel warmth leaking from my freshly shaved pussy and before it can be swept away by the warm water running over me, I sweep it up with my fingers and bring it to my face. Mmm.. it smells so good. I bet hers smells better. Drooling horribly, I put my love-juice-covered fingers in my mouth to taste myself. Mmm… As fast as I can, I carefully shave my legs so they’re smooth as can be. Then I stand up, reach up, take the shower head down, and turn the spray to massage. I turn the water pressure all the way up and direct the spray at my clit and within seconds I’m ready to cum. My legs can’t seem to hold me up any more so I sink to my knees, still holding the spray at my crotch. Mmm. My pelvic area begins twitching, thrusting toward a non-existent man or woman. I need something in me now. There’s a brush with a really long handle in the tub with me, and I quickly grab it and poise it to plunge into my hole. Its end touches my slit and my muscles contract in pleasure. Slowly, I push it in as far as it can go. Uhhh… The stream of water still on my clit plus the brush in my pussy makes my pussy spasm even more than it had been before. I’m moaning continuously now, and pretty loudly. Thinking of Robin being with me and licking me off sends me over the top and I make one last thrust toward the heavens where my pussy goes into endless spasms around that nice long brush.

I’m in a world of bliss until suddenly I remember I’m on a time limit. Robin’s coming over soon. I wonder how long I have until she gets here. Standing up, I rinse off quickly and shut off the water. I climb out of the tub and pat myself dry with my towel then, dressed in only my towel, I go to check the time. Ten minutes left. Quickly, I go back into the bathroom and pull on the clothes I picked out earlier. I pull on my shirt, pants, and socks and brush my hair, leaving it dripping. My jeans against my recently masturbated pussy feels so good.

Unfortunately, I can’t think about that for long because the doorbell rings. I race downstairs to unlock the door and let Robin in. She’s stunningly beautiful as usual with her dark brown hair framing her lovely face and just touching the tops of her perfect 34B or C breasts that are barely constrained by a tank top and bra. She’s carrying a relatively non-descript brown paper bag. As I close the door, I close my eyes for a moment to clear my mind of all of my fantasies. I know she’s the person least likely to fulfill them. She has a boyfriend, she’s catholic, and she’s straight, I remind myself. But damn, she’s still hot.

Reminding me I’m not alone, Robin says, "You look really nice today. How come you don’t wear this sort of stuff to school?"
"It makes the boys look at me and then I feel uncomfortable."
"Oh," she said, "Well, d’you want to see what I got you? Why don’t we go to the living room?"
Nodding, I head toward the back of my house and plop down on the couch, my back against the back of the couch. Memories of sucking some beautiful man’s cock right where I sit pop into my head and I push them away. Here and now there is no sex, I tell myself as Robin sits down the couch next to me, placing the brown bag in my lap.

"Go on, open it! What’re you waiting for?" she says with a slight smirk. I’m way excited now and I open the bag just enough to peek in. What I see, surprises me beyond all reason. I look up at her, kind of confused, and she’s got this big grin on her face. "Take it out." She seems as excited as I am. I reach in the bag and pull out a beautiful metallic five-inch-long vibrating dildo.
I stare at her, bewildered that she would get such a blatant sex object for me. I’d always thought that she was very close-minded about sex except maybe with her long-time boyfriend. But apparently not, because as I stuttered out a thank you, she said with excitement, "D’you wanna try it out?"

Getting a sudden rush of warmth in my pants, I hope that I’m not making a wet spot in my pants or on the couch. I uncomfortably manage to say with much starting and stopping, "Umm… Yeah, I do… but umm… You’re here and…"
"That’s okay, I don’t mind, I want to watch. I already put batteries in it," she says shyly.

I twiddle the vibrator around in my hands, examining it to avoid looking at her. "Umm, well...I’ve never...uh...done it...in front of anyone before and…it makes me kinda nervous..."
"How about some help then?" she says suddenly after a moment’s pause. Suddenly, she’s straddling my outstretched legs, we’re face-to-face, and she’s leaning toward me, looking in my eyes.
I protest slightly with a small yelp before her beautiful, soft lips are caressing mine and I’m in heaven. Closing my eyes, I reach around her and pull her close, feeling her larger boobs lie comfortably against my nearly-flat chest. I wonder if I’m dreaming. When suddenly she pulls away for a moment, I moan quietly and open my eyes. "Why’d you stop?" I plead. "Why’d you start? Is it really what you wanted? Do you know that I’ve wanted that for years? Please... can we do that again?" My heart is beating fast and hard, as I wait for her answer. She seems to ponder for a minute, her breathing rather hard. Suddenly, she’s kissing me again and I know nothing else but her beauty. I want to touch her beautifully rounded ass but I refrain, afraid that she’ll pull away and never come back. Then I feel her hands moving up and down my sides, tickling me, making it feel good, and in return, I play with her ass and caress her perfectly formed waist and back. She breaks the kiss and for a moment I’m scared that she will leave, but she begins tracing down my neck with her tongue, driving me crazy. My nipples are standing up hard, easily seen beneath my tank top and she makes a beeline for them, licking and sucking on first one then the other, through my shirt. It sends shivers down my spine. I reach underneath her body and find her glorious boobs with my roaming hands and caress them gently. She moans slightly into my chest as I find her nipples. Suddenly, she stops everything, standing up.

"Ahh!" I protest softly, wondering why she stopped. Was she displeased? Was she angry at herself for what she just did? I’m wet enough now that I know there’s a wet spot in my pants and I worry that it will be on the couch.

She lifts up the bottom of her shirt, high enough that I can see most of her belly, asks, "wanna see this?" and takes it off. My jaw goes slack and I drool at the sight of her wondrous chest in just its bra.
I sit up and recall the new vibrator on my lap. Placing it aside for the moment, I ask, "Please may I take off your bra? They’re so beautiful. I can’t stand it." As she nods, I stand up and reach around her to the clasp at the back, quickly unhooking it and freeing them for me to hold, touch, caress, and admire. "Oh jesus, they’re amazing!" I exclaim quietly, letting her bra drop to the floor and gently touching each one. I move my gaze up to her face, and she’s smiling at me. I pull her face toward me, and we kiss again, gently, exploring each other. My hands play with her recently-freed breasts and nipples and she moans a little in my mouth. To know that I’m making her feel that good and she’s enjoying it turns me on immensely. I break the kiss this time, and take off my own shirt. "Lie down on the couch, babe." I request. She obliges and after admiring her beautiful half-clothed body, I straddle her legs and lean in toward her again. Her perfect skin against mine feels wonderful. I give her a quick kiss on the lips then begin to work my way down her beautiful chest. Gently, I alternately take her perfect nipples in my mouth, licking and sucking at them until they are hard, blowing on them, and biting them gently making her whimper. She’s loving it and when I reach my hands down to unbutton her pants while still sucking, she makes no complaint and even lifts her hips for me to take them off. She’s wearing sexy purple underwear from Victoria’s Secret. Stopping sucking her nipples for a moment, I finish taking off her pants and feel her pussy through her underwear. It’s beautifully wet, having soaked through her panties long ago. She whimpers a bit and her hips push into my hand as I find her sensitive clit. I’m in awe of her beauty, and I just sit there, softly holding her pussy, and drinking in her amazing body with my eyes.

Without warning her, I jerk off her underwear, toss them away, and bury my face in her sweet-smelling cunt. She yelps at the surprise, but quickly realizes how good it feels and submits to my eager mouth. Tentatively at first because I’ve never done this, I lick her entire slit from bottom to top. She flinches in pleasure as I brush her clit with my tongue. I do this repeatedly, loving the taste, and trying to get every little bit out of her, licking her slit like an ice cream cone. I envelop as much of her small pussy as I can with my mouth and suck gently, exploring her hole with my tongue. Then I move slightly upward and wrapped my lips around her sensitive, swollen clit. Gently, I tongue in tiny circles while sucking, making her push her hips toward me, asking for more as she moans softly in pleasure. With one hand, I reach up and begin to massage her beautiful tits, rubbing and pinching the nipples while caressing the beautiful surrounding flesh. She’s nearing orgasm, I can tell by the tension in her body. I stop sucking for a moment and Robin whimpers for me to continue. Instead, I put two of my fingers in her slit, pumping them in and out gently. She seemed to love this, pushing her hips up for me to go deeper. Continuing pushing in and out, I go back to lick at her clit, sucking and flicking and circling. She’s so high, I don’t think she notices as I reach over her to find the previously-set-aside-vibrator.

Turning it on low, I replace my fingers with it and she cums hard almost instantaneously. She screams. I can feel her pussy muscles spasming hard around the vibrator and girl-cum leaks out around it. Eagerly, I take my mouth off her clit and lick it up, feeling the gentle hum of the vibrator on my lips. She’s makes some statement about never having had an orgasm. Leaving the vibrator there, I move up to kiss her, covering her perfect, naked body with my half-clothed one, telling her that’s okay, that it was beautiful anyway. I can feel the vibrator through my pants, and I get even more turned on by it. My mouth tastes like her when I kiss her, but she doesn’t complain. I feel as though I’m crushing her, so I roll off to one side and she follows without breaking the kiss.

We lie kissing side by side for a while and she suddenly moves from my mouth down to my less-than-average boobies and small brown nipples. As she licks and sucks them, they get hard and sensitive, and I feel little fiery shivers coursing down my back into my soaking pussy. She then leaves my small chest, unbuttons my pants, and slides them off. "No underwear?" she asks.
"Yeah, I decided not to wear them." I responded shyly.
"You shaved some and trimmed the rest, too. It’s beautiful."
"Thanks."
"I’ve... never done this before... Actually, I’ve never done any of this before....not with a girl."
"Neither have I, don’t worry. You’re amazing. And beautiful. And I love you."
"I love you too," she replies quietly.

Tentatively, she reaches toward my dripping slit as I sit with tension building, waiting eagerly for her to touch me. Her fingers brush past my clit and I just about explode. My hips jump toward her hand and I feel warm and tingly inside, all over my body. She slips a beautiful finger inside me and feels around, making me squirm. She still has the vibrator inside her, and I can tell it’s bringing her close to another orgasm already. She shifts in her seat but tries to concentrate on my pleasure instead of hers. She slides another finger into my hole, her thumb hits my clit, and I jump again. She notices and taps it again, evoking the same response. Seeing this, she rubs her thumb up against my clit in little circles. I involuntarily begin to gyrate my hips along with her motion, causing her fingers inside me to pull in and out. It feels wonderful and I’m on the brink of climax in seconds. Suddenly, she stops all movement, tenses up, and moans in powerful orgasm from the vibrator still in her dripping pussy. Her body shakes and spasms, humping the vibrator. Her passion is beautiful and I reach up, bring her to me, and kiss her gently. Her body is still gently spasming on top of mine and it feels wonderful. To see her like that, so indisposed in throes of passion, and to feel her on top of me is indescribable beauty.

I reach down and gently remove the vibrator from her still spasming slit and turn it off. Slowly, she comes down from her high. "That was amazing…" she says dreamily. I wrap my arms around her and hold her on top of me as she drifts into a post-orgasm doze.

A while later, I get woken up by an unfamiliar buzz on my clit and a tongue on my pussy. I revel in the feeling a while, hoping it’s not just a dream. Suddenly, I remember what happened previously and I open my eyes to find Robin lying between my legs, vibrator in hand, and tongue on my dripping slit. I’m on the brink of orgasm again, lifting my hips toward heaven, and the sight of her beautiful body pushes me over the top. My cunt spasms, sending hot gushes of girl-cum into her waiting mouth. She manages somehow to keep my new vibrator on my clit while I violently hump the air. She sticks her tongue in my dripping passage, feeling around a bit, and it makes my climax even more intense. Suddenly, she takes her mouth away and shoves the vibrator in my cunt all the way to the hilt, hitting the back of my vagina. I scream in pleasure and pain. Finally, I start to come down slowly. She leaves the vibrator in me on low so I still am gently stimulated, and comes up to kiss me hard.

"I love you baby," she says gently.
"I love you too." I reply. After a slight pause, I continue, "Will you be my girlfriend? Please? I know you have Mike, but I really, really want you, and I’ve wanted you for almost two years and you’re beautiful and all I’ll ever want. You’re the nicest person I’ve ever met, with the best morals and views and you’re beautiful and you always say the right things and I wish I could have you forever and I love you."

She lies quietly on top of me, our wet, naked bodies touching, me still breathing hard for quite a while before she answers, "Yes. I'll talk to Mike about it. I love you too. You’re amazing, and I’m sorry I haven’t seen your love for so long and I’m sorry I haven’t paid attention but from now on, I’ll always be there for you."