class, luckily it is one with Gordo.  "Hey Gordo, you want to hang out at Miranda's on saturday, we were thinking about having a sleepover?" inquired Lizzie.

"Uhmm..Yeah I guess so." Gordo responded nervously.  He had always fantasized about being at their sleepovers. He even jerked off when they called him before they went to sleep.  They would unknownly tease him with details of their tight pajamas and kissing games.  This was his chance to be there in person.

"Great." responded Lizzie and Miranda together.  "You'll love our sleepovers Gordo.  We never really sleep, we just sit up all night talking and playing games." said Miranda.  " Plus my parents won't be home, so we can don't have to worry about being quiet or getting in trouble."

The though of his friends alone in an empty house turned Gordo on.  He never really thought of them in this way, but after puberty Gordo started noticing Lizzie's nice tits and Miranda's round ass.  He never told them about his feelings, for fear he would ruin a life long friendship.  Fortunatly, Miranda and Lizzie have been having the same feelings too. They were always curious about boys and wanted to learn more.  They used to wisper about how "big" they thought Gordo was.  Everyove was anxiously looking foward to saturday night.

After the longest week of his life, Gordo was nervously packing his overnight bag.  He was trying to find some things to wear and not think of what was going to be occuring in a few hours.  Out of the corner of his eye he saw a gold shimer.  It was his condoms.  A few months ago his cousin bought him some magnum condoms as a joke, but Gordo actually filled them out.  He threw them in a small side pocket, not thinking he would ever use them.  When he finished packing he headed off to Miranda's house.

When Gordo arrived, Lizzie was already there.  It was only 8 o'clock, but they were already in their pajamas.  Lizzie had a tight spagetti stringed tank top with no bra underneath, you could see her plump breasts.  She also had on a tight flannel pj bottom that were riding up her tight ass.  Miranda had similar outfit, but with even tighter pants that make her butt look as big as ever. 

"Are you gonna change Gordo?" Lizzie asked.  "You can change in Miranda's room and come down when your done."

He went up stairs and into Miranda's bedroom.  As he closed the door behind him he saw the panties.  There were two pair of lacey thong underwear laying on the end of the bed.  This turned him on a bit, then he relized that they were Lizzie's and Miranda's, and that ment they weren't wearing  any underware.  He changed into a t shirt and shorts, and went downstairs. 

"Took you long enough." Lizzie said jokingly.  "Come sit here on the couch we are about to start the movie."  She padded a spot on the couch inbetween her and Miranda.  Gordo sat down and moved a nearby pillow on his lap to hide and future erections.  They all started watching the movie.  As the movie played, Miranda ended up leaning on him and Lizzie eventually laid down with her head on the pillow in his lap.  Gordo moved his arm out of Lizzie's way and it fell of her hip a few inches from her ass.  He didn't move it and waited for Lizzie to say something, but she never did.  He got the confidence and put his arm around Miranda.  Expecting her to say something. She said nothing, and actually leaned closer to Gordo as his hand settled next to her breast.

Gordo's erection was so strong he was sure that lizzie could feel in through the pillow.  Luckily by the end of it movie it want down.  As the credits rolled Miranda got up and picked up the remote off the floor.  She bent over at the waist showing her great ass right in the face of Gordo and Lizzie.

"Hey girl, move your big ass." Lizzie said jokingly.

"I don't have a big ass." Miranda joked back. "Is my ass big, Gordo?" She struck a pose showing her soft ass to Gordo.

"Uhmm, no...I think you ass is perfect." Gordo nerviously studdered out.  He couldn't believe he said that.  Miranda didn't say anything in responce, she just looked at Lizzie and they giggled.

"I'm bored, lets go upstairs and play some games." exclaimed Lizzie.  They all continued into Miranda's room.  Gordo started unpacking his sleeping bag and pillow.  "What are you doing Gordo?" asked Lizzie.

"Just unpacking my sleeping bag, why do you ask?" responded Gordo.

"Well we just share they bed, Miranda has her parents old Queen size bed, there is more than enough room for all three of us.  Plus it is too cold to sleep on the floor." said Lizzie.  The girls sat on the bed and tried to think of a game they could play.  "Well we could play spin the bottle now that we have more than two people." suggested Lizzie

"But wait, I'm the only guy here, what if you guys spin the bottle and land on each other."  Gordo said confused.

Lizzie and Miranda looked at each other.  "Well when we had our own sleepovers, we used to pratice kissing each other to get ready for boys.  After a while though, we kinda enjoyed making out." Miranda explained  "We'd love to share with you what we learned."

"I spin first." shouted Lizzie.  She spun the empty bottle of coke on a plate they had on the bed.  Sure enough it landed on Lizzie.  Without hesitation Lizzie leaned over to kiss Miranda.  Gordo stared at Lizzie's body, she was on all fours with her back arched.  Her big breasts hung free and her back arched perfectly to he nice round ass.  Their mouths embraced, they opened their mouths slightly and started playing with each other's tounge.
Although the kiss lasted no more than ten seconds, it was the longest kiss Gordo ever say.
It was Miranda's turn now, she spun the bottle which landed on Gordo this time.  She leaned in and Gordo was able to see down her shirt.  She was not wearing a bra either and her small tan tits poked at the neckline.  She kisses him like he had never been kissed before.  He copied what he just say and started playing with her tounge.  They finished their kiss and Miranda sat back down.

"This is boring, lets play something more fun." Lizzie exclaimed. "How about this, whoever the bottle lands on has to do a dare."

Miranda and Gordo agreed.  Gordo spun the bottle. It landed on Lizzie.  "I'll do any dare you want." she said with a suggestive grin.  Gordo was aroused at the oppurtunity. 

"Uhmm..ok.  I dare you to show us your breasts." Gordo blurted out.  He couldn't believe he just said that.  Lizzie was red with embarassment.  Gordo was about to take back what he said and make another dare, but Lizzie cut him off.

"I said I would do any dare." said Lizzie.  She pulled up her shirt releasing her C cups.  She had light pink and puffy nipples.  Gordo was shocked and had a full hard on by now.  She put her shirt down and giggled.  "I can't believe I did that.  Oh well at least it is my turn."  Lizzie spun and it landed on Miranda again.  She though for a bit then came up with a good idea.  "I want you to rub your pussy till you cum." Lizzie stated.  Gordo was shocked, he could not believe all his fantasies about what his friends did over sleepovers were true.

With out hesitations, Miranda slipped off her pjs and leaned back on some pillows.  She spread her legs and started to rub her virgin pussy.  She licked her finger peridically.  She found her clit and rubbed furiously.  She began to breath faster and moaned louder and louder. She erupted in orgasm and juices flowed from her pussy.  Once she caught her breath she didn't bother to put her pants back on and just said "My turn."

Gordo's cock was at full attention.  He was sitting cross legged and managed to guide it down a pant leg, so it wasn't as noticable.  Miranda spun and again the bottled landed on Gordo.  "Wow. Were getting the some people.  Gordo, I want you to take off you pants and let us see and touck your penis." Miranda ordered.  Gordo was embarassed that he was hard, but he got up anyway and pulled his pants down.  His penis poped up and stood at full erection.  Lizzie and Miranda were schocked.  They stared in awe then both got the urge to touch it.

They reached out and gripped Gordo's cock.  Each got her hand on it and started to rub it.  It was the best thing Gordo ever felt.  Not only were two girls grabbing his cock, but they were his best friends.  They released the penis and giggled.  "Your turn Gordo, your spin." siad Lizzie.  Gordo spun and it landed on Miranda.

"I want you you suck my dick." said Gordo.  He had seen it in a porno and his cousin told him about it.  "Just put your mouth on it and suck as you rub it."  Mirands licked her lips in anticipations.  She laid down on the bed and took Gordo in her houth.  The jerked him and sucked hard.  Gordo moaned in content and looked down to see Miranda round, tan, Mexican ass.  He couldn't help but to squeeze it.  Miranda's sucking picked up and before he knew it, Gordo blew his load deep into Miranda's mouth.  She gag, but sallowed it.

"Ugh, it taste's like sea water." Said Miranda, wiping away some cum on her lips.  During the blow job, Lizzie felt left out and got undressed.  "My turn to spin." said Miranda.  It landed on Gordo to the dissapointment on Lizzie.  "I want you to fuck Lizzie." she commanded.

"Miranda, I would love to, but I don't want to risk getting pregnant." Lizzie said.

"I have condoms." Gordo blurted.  "My cousin gave them to me and I forgot to take them out of my bag."  He went over to get them out and turned to see Lizzie right there.

"I realized I never got to kiss you." Lizzie said.  She pressed her naked body against his and gave him a long wet kiss.  Her breasts felt great against Gordo's chest.  He was instantly hard again, pressing his stiff cock against her thigh.  "I can see that some one is ready to go again."

Lizzie laid back on the edge of the bed.  Miranda held her up and started to massage Lissie's breasts while Gordo slipped on the condom.  He positioned himself at her wet slit about to enter, but paused a bit. 

"Don't worry we already poped our cherries, so it won't hurt.  Go ahead stick it it." Lizzie explained.  Gordo guided his cock into her tight pussy.  Even though she broke her hymen, it still hurt a bit and Lizzie had to squeeze the sheets to keep from screaming.  Gordo started slow at first, but started fucking Lizzie deeper and harder.  His balls were slapping her ass.

Miranda had moved and was now stratling Lizzie's head making her eat Miranda's pussy.  Miranda started moaning and Lizzie touged her bald pussy.  Seeing this make Gordo fuck even harder. Lizzie's moans were muffled by Miranda's pussy and her body shuttered and she came.  With the tightening of her pussy, Gordo felt a tingling sensation in his balls and blew his load into the tip of his condom.  He pulled out and removed the condom off his dick.   Miranda finally came with all her juices lopped up by Lizzie.

Lizzie sat up and say the cum on Gordo's dick and offered to celan it off. She sucked him cleam and got him hard once more.  "I want to be fucked." Miranda demanded.  Gordo slipped on a fresh condom and laid on the bed.  Miranda strattled his cock and slowly allowed it to go deep into her pussy.  She started riding him while Gordo grabbed her ass and met her rythm.  Lizzie positioned her pussy over Gordo's face like Miranda had done to her and Gordo began to lick her pussy till her found her clit.  He licked this spot which she seemed to like to much as Miranda continued to ride his dick.  They all came at the same time and collapsed on the bed.  They caught their breath and looked at eachother.

"I'm going to take a shower." said Gordo.

"We'll join you." Said Lizzie.  "Wow it it only eleven o'clock, we still have the whole weekend to our selves, which means we can do this more." It is easy to say that their friendship became a lot stronger that day and that thier free time together was well spent.

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l iris’s conveying her slutty side, she licked her cherry red lips and engulfed his cock into the wet warmth of her mouth. She worked his member like a porn star would and soon, too soon, he shot his load down her throat and the last vestiges spunked onto her lips for Jennifer to lick clean with the dirtiest smile on her face.

She knelt before her lover smiling and using her hand to encourage his now limp dick back to life and at the first signs this was happening she stripped him of his clothes and got onto the bed on her hands and knees before him, presenting her perfect bubble butt for him to fuck doggy-style. He needed no further invitation and within seconds they were rutting on the bed like wild animals. What a great afternoon for Jennifer Love Hewitt, almost perfect, the only problem being that the guy busily fucking her was Freddie Prinze Jr., husband of her best friend, Sarah Michelle Gellar. ‘Still,’  thought Jennifer, ’a good fuck nonetheless.’

It wasn’t the only drawback to the day though, as unbeknownst to the young adulterers, Sarah stood in the hallway outside the bedroom in her mansion watching her husband cheat on her with her slut of a friend. Deciding to walk away, Sarah swore to herself that Jennifer would have to pay for this, and pay a heavy price.

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Jennifer Love Hewitt relaxed, naked in her shower as the hot water sprayed over her voluptuous body. Streams of soapy water slithered down her golden skin , swooping over her magnificent breasts and joining up to flow through her tiny strip of trim pubic hair. Having just that day completed the filming of her latest film she was looking forward to having a relaxing time in the coming month or so. Her hand played over her body and massaged her soft skin, a finger curled into her pussy and she slowly began to wank herself off when…

The phone rang. She thought of ignoring it but as she had set the hands free just next to the shower, she stepped out and answered while wrapping a fluffy purple towel around her body.

“Hello.”

“Hi Jen, it’s me Sarah.”

“Oh. Hi Sarah, how’re you ? And Freddie.“

“We’re great , he’s away for a shoot in Europe so I’m stuck here all alone and getting real bored. Which is why I called , how’d you fancy going to a party tonight ? Some people I worked with recently invited me but I don’t want to go alone. What do you say ?”

“Well……..”

“Come on Jen it’s not like you’re seeing someone is it ?” this brought a guilty blush to Jennifer’s cheeks and too quickly she answered “ No. No-one. OK , I’m up for it.”

And so Sarah told Jennifer what time she would pick her up and that she was to dress sexy, maybe she’d get a man at the party. When she hung up Sarah smiled and said to the man standing next to her “ Oh she won’t get a man , she’ll get about fifty of them.”

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“So how’d I look ?” Jennifer asked Sarah as they stood in Sarah’s front porch, Jen swivelling for her audience.

“Stunning “ she was right, Jennifer’s curvaceous body was tightly wrapped inside a purple crushed velvet minidress, the skirt line barley above her stocking encased legs and her mammoth breasts struggling to escape the clutches of the low-cut top.

Jen flashed a smile and began to follow her friend out to her car , wrapping a black coat around her dress and puzzling over why Sarah, who had such a sexy body herself had chosen to dress in jeans and a pretty conservative jumper. Still, more men for her…

They drove for some time to the other side of town and Sarah encouraged her friend to take a few slugs from a flask she had brought along ( it had loads of Malibu, Gin, vodka and Bacardi with fruit juice in it ), it tasted so sweet Jen had finished the flask by the time the reached the house where the party was and was already half smashed.

Sarah rushed Jennifer into the house so that she wouldn’t notice that this was actually a fairly rough area of the city and that no-one would notice them going in.

As they entered the house, music boomed out and people chatted and danced and did everything that happens at parties and a guy thrust two large flutes of champagne at Sarah and Jennifer and they downed them in one laughing and giggling ( Sarah’s was fizzing apple juice while Jennifer’s was the highest proof Champagne available ).

They mingled and danced and laughed and Jennifer failed to register that most of the patrons were men and that the women there were pretty rough looking. Eventually they reached the far side of the room and grabbed two seats at a table where about 12 people sat in a circle playing some sort of drinking game with a pack of cards.

The rules were that whoever got the highest card got to pick another at the table to down a shot from the myriad bottles in the centre of the table. As arranged Sarah’s phone went off just as they sat down and she went outside to speak to whoever was on the other end. Jennifer immersed herself in the game and didn’t register that her friend was gone so long. In the meantime she was the choice most turns and before too long had downed another six shots and knew she had drunk too much.
When the next person chose her to down a drink she excused herself and started to rise when a hand grabbed her arm and roughly pulled her back to her seat.

“Listen here missy , the games not over, you take you’re drink like a good girl” the voice belonged to a creepy looking guy with a moustache sitting next to Jennifer.

“No, really I can’t . I’ve had too much already.“

“That’s too bad honey “ said a woman across the table, “ You play the game to the end, if you aren’t able to drink you can do something else, lose an item of clothing.”

“Fine “ snapped Jennifer drunkenly and pulled off a shoe and put it on the table. So it went as everyone picked her when they won and the mood got gradually more nastier in the room and less people danced and more watched the spectacle. Finally with Jennifer Love Hewitt stripped down to a lacy black bra and panties and slowly sobering up she was chosen again. She tried to storm away but at least three pairs of hands dragged her back.

“Either strip or drink, bitch.“

Jennifer was determined they wouldn’t see her body so choose to drink and a double whiskey was presented to her , she started to drink but couldn’t finish it and slumped on the table.

From behind, Sarah Michelle Gellar took a vicious hold of her friends dark hair and yanked her head back then poured the remainder of the whiskey down Jennifer’s throat, “Drink it you prick teasing little slut” Sarah hissed.

Through a drunken haze Jennifer registered who had said this as she slumped off her chair onto the floor.

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That afternoon Sarah had assembled the ‘party goers’ in the house. It had been rented for that week and chosen for it’s distance and the area it was in. They had been chosen for their backgrounds, all had served time for sexual assault or rape and all could be easily paid off for their nights work. Diego had chosen them carefully and warned them that his men were also in the house and if Sarah was touched the perpetrator would be shot on the spot. He was convincing enough that no one tried anything, either that afternoon or at the party. He also warned of the perils of talking of what would happen that night or dabbling in blackmail against their employer.

Who was Diego ? Only Sarah knew, and she wasn’t ready to tell.

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Sarah stood behind Jennifer, hooked her fingers into the slut’s beautiful hair and pulled her to her feet by it. She was gratified by the sight of wisps of black hair coming loose and by the pathetic cries Jennifer screamed.

“Shall we show everyone your talents slut?” Sarah hissed in Jennifer’s ear. In response Jennifer merely sobbed so Sarah unclipped the slut’s black bra and revealed her magnificent mammaries to the audience. A fearful cheer went up and, encouraged Sarah quickly whipped Jennifer’s black, lacy panties off as well, leaving her standing , naked and drunk before a sexed up gang of rapists ( some female ). The mood in the room was thick with sex and danger.

Diego came forward and handed something to Sarah . It was a pair of police issue handcuffs and she wasted no time cuffing her captive, wrists behind her back. Sarah led Jennifer into a room next to the main party room and threw her down on to a large bed in the centre of the room so that Jennifer faced up towards where Sarah stood, sneering down at the ex-friend.

Jen was sobering up quickly but still slurred her words asking Sarah “ Whwy ? Sarah whaat’s goin’ on ?” Sarah in reply bitch slapped Jen across the cheek and spat in her face.

“Because you’re a cock sucking, cheating slut who fucked with the wrong guy this time” explanation over Sarah beckoned Diego to enter with thick, dark coffee. Sarah wanted Jennifer to feel as much of what was about to go down as she could unfuddled by alcohol.

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A half hour ( and three black coffees ) later, the restless mob were ushered into the room. In the meantime Sarah had fitted a black leather choker collar around Jennifer’s neck and Sarah stood back as the first of the men came towards the bed. Their instructions were clear, they would each assault Jennifer Love Hewitt’s pussy and mouth but for now her ass was to be left alone.

The first attacker climbed onto the bed next to Jennifer and snarled at her, he was disgusting and terrifying and he wasted no time in thrusting his 8 inch cock right up her cunt and quickly got to work on a brutal rhythm She pleaded for them to stop but this was only met by a well endowed black man shoving his thick cock down her throat and viciously throat fucking her as she gagged. Sarah Michelle Gellar watched as more people crowded around the bed their hard erections in their hands awaiting their turn on the celebrity cunt. The women had attached large , evil looking strap on dildos and were intent on being no less brutal with their assaults.

Each man and woman had a shot on Jennifer’s exposed cunt and mouth, each man shot their load of creamy cum wherever they wanted, some right up her pussy, some down her throat, some over her face and into her eyes and some in her hair. As the last of the attackers filed out of the room two hours later she lay, shivering in shock on the bed, a cum covered mess, her pussy and throat raw from the treatment they had received.

Sarah had watched every second and had been extremely turned on and gratified that this cuckolding slut should be dealt with like this. Sarah rolled Jennifer over onto her face and released her wrists from the handcuffs - she didn’t struggle. Sarah bent to hiss in Jennifer’s ear, “Your asshole is about to increase in size over the next couple of hours by about this much” and she motioned a big circle with her hands, laughed and called the rapists back into the room.

They lined up single file and the first guy came forward. He was fat and greasy and he knelt behind Jennifer and first pawed her tits then forcefully rammed his cock up her shitter. He reached forward and grabbed her dark hair and pulled hard back like reigns to force her body further onto his dick and gave her a good, hard ass fuck. Jennifer alternated between screaming and crying throughout this and when he finished he shot his load up her asshole. The men didn’t last as long this time as it was their second or third orgasm but the women , with their thick dildo rode her remarkablely hard.

As each finished they left the room and two hours later Sarah stood alone looking down at the pathetic form of her former best friend. Jennifer could say or do nothing as cum oozed out of her asshole onto the bed, as Sarah had threatened her asshole had been stretched to twice it’s previous size - indeed one woman had insisted on fisting her asshole, her hand coming out covered in cum which she wiped in the starlets hair.

But if Jennifer Love Hewitt thought her ordeal to be over she was wrong. Sarah attached a leash to the collar and dragged her captive through to the main party room again, where she was met by a cheer. A kids paddling pool stood in the centre of the room and after being hog-tied with rope Jennifer’s aching body was dumped, immobile into it. The party started up again and now whenever anyone wanted to piss they used the paddling pool!

To begin with six guy circled the pool and each targeted Jennifer’s upturned face and unleashed six torrents of beer - addled urine onto her movie star face. They aimed for her mouth and eyes and she spluttered and shook trying to avoid swallowing it. That proved to be fruitless as every guy and all the girls took their turn to piss over her in one of the greatest party games ever invented. They also dumped beer over her and by the end of the night there was a decent amount of liquid in the pool.

Eventually the rapists started to disperse and before too long only Sarah remained with Diego’s men. Sarah approached the soaked Jennifer in the pool and pulled her up onto her knees. Jennifer stared back in a glazed fashion as if she couldn’t take in all that had been done to her that night. Sarah smiled at Jennifer and dipped a wine glass into the liquid in which Jen knelt, filled up she brought it to her lips and forced her to drink the whole glassful. Sarah poured two more glasses down Jennifer’s throat before shoving her face first into the pool and holding her head under the liquid for nearly a minute. Diego eventually had to pull Sarah away , afraid she might kill the woman who had cheated with her husband.

Two of Diego’s men hoisted the wringing wet slut from her pool and deposited her, still tied up, into a large crate that was near the doorway. Jennifer passed out and drifted away into sweet unconciousness.

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Jennifer Love Hewitt awoke to birds singing and bright sunlight streaming through a window in the room she was in. She smelled of flowers and perfume, her hair was at it’s most luxurious and she felt as if emerging from a long dreamless sleep. However her wrists were tied to corners of a headboard and her ankles to the bottom of the bed. Remembering parts of the party she began to shout for help.

Seconds later Diego entered the room flanked by Sarah Michelle Gellar. Sarah was dressed in a suit , looked very businesslike and smoked a cigarette. As she looked on Diego approached Jennifer , inserted a ball gag in her mouth and tightened it. He then left the two females alone in the room. Sarah came closer, a sadistic smile on her lips.

“My, my Jennifer you do look helpless. A damsel in distress. You don’t know the half of it. But let me tell you. You see you’re in a locked bedroom of a heavily guarded bordello in a South American country. Diego, who has just left has paid me handsomely for your services as a very special whore. He believes that there will be quite a market for men who want a session with someone as pretty as you. Yes, he’s very much the businessman Diego, he’ll let them do what ever they want if they pay enough, and he assures me he has some very sick customers ,you wouldn’t believe what they do to the girls. You soon will though”.

Standing over her former best friend Sarah stubbed her cigarette out on Jennifer Love Hewitt’s right nipple and smile at her obvious pain.

“I’ll come back to see how you’re doing Jen, I can’t wait to see what you look like after a few months here. Probably like the fucking whore you are”. With that Sarah left the room and Jennifer Love Hewitt entered into the slutty, trashy whore years of her life.

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SIX MONTHS LATER

Sarah Michelle Gellar arrived at the small South American airstrip and had only to wait two minutes in the small waiting lounge before one of Diego’s men collected her. It had been two minutes too long. In that short time her expensive cream blouse had become sticky with sweat and started to cling to her and her suit trousers had done likewise, such was the heat and humidity in the lounge. The place stunk, flies had attacked her relentlessly , locals had leered at this rich American woman and she had to carry her suitcase herself. Not the style she was used to. It was necessary though, she did not want anyone who knew her to know where she was for the weekend, it was imperative that she left no trail that could follow.

Things got better when Diego’s man picked her up though. He addressed her with respect, carried her bag and his car had air conditioning. Sarah sat back and began to relax and look forward to catching up with her old ‘friend’, Jennifer Love Hewitt.

Ah yes, Jennifer. Sarah thought back to how she had caught the slut fucking her husband and how Sarah had gained revenge. She had contacted an underworld criminal who put her onto Diego and between the two of them they had arranged for Jennifer to be brutally gang raped, treated like a piece of fuck meat then finally shipped to this godforsaken part of the world to Diego’s ‘specialised’ brothel where local men came to do very perverted things to the girls for very little money. Jennifer was to be the star attraction and Diego had assured Sarah before she had left that, as per her instructions her clients would be allowed to do whatever they wanted to do with Jennifer so long as they paid what Diego asked. Six months had passed and as she had promised herself she was coming to see exactly how far her old friend had fallen – and rather looking forward to it!

When Jennifer had first gone missing there had been a worldwide search for the starlet – nobody knew where she had disappeared to. Her friends, including Sarah, had appealed for her return to no response. Now, six months later she was just an afterthought in the entertainment world. A trivia question – Which big breasted , talent less , bimbo actress went missing in June 200x ? Sarah knew the answer and as the driver drove into the grounds of the mansion that Diego operated his business out of she looked up at some of the barred higher windows wondering if Jennifer was behind one even as she looked.

Diego came out of the mansion and greeted Sarah as she climbed out of the car, her driver hurried round and collected her suitcase and disappeared inside with them.

“Sarah my dear “ Diego exclaimed hugging her, “ I was so glad to hear from you , I thought you might never return.”

“Well I had to be careful. I couldn’t afford anyone to link me to Jennifer’s disappearance or to you or here.”

“No, no , you are quite correct. You could not risk that. Indeed still we must be careful, did you follow my directions on coming here ?”

“Yes. I told no-one I was coming here. Freddie is in Europe filming and shows little concern what I do nowadays. I got a ticket with the small firm you recommended under the name you suggested and here I am. Believe me, no-one knows where I am right now or what I am doing. Which reminds me how is my dear friend? I can’t wait to see her and see how she is after all this time.”

Diego smiled and answered, “She is I think missing her former life somewhat. But I am finding her to be most profitable to my business, she is indeed very popular. But enough of her , you shall see her in good time. You must be tired after your long journey. Please come in and freshen up and change. Have a small rest if you like. I have prepared a celebration meal for you at seven, then we go visit Jennifer and you can see for yourself her progress.”

“Sounds great. I am so tired.”

When Sarah emerged from her room for tea at five past seven that evening she was refreshed and had changed into a short pink dress that Diego obviously approved of given the way his eyes roved over curves. They enjoyed an exquisite meal , had several glasses of fine wine and by nine o’clock had finished and Sarah was anxious to confront Jennifer in her plight.

Sarah followed Diego up three floors of the huge house until they reached a corridor with all red carpets. He led her along it and around a corner and ushered her into a small room at the end. He turned on a small lamp and smiled at the look of concern on his guests face and whispered to her, “It’s alright. We are in a secret room and when I do this you can see Jennifer again” saying that he pulled a cord and half the wall they were facing slid into the ceiling and Sarah found herself staring , through a one way viewing screen into the room next door.

The room next door was well lit and both Sarah and Diego could see in perfectly, the inhabitant of the room obviously could not see them at all. Jennifer Love Hewitt sat on the large double bed in the room, absent-mindedly playing with the belt of the red silk dressing gown she wore. She faced towards the screen but did not look up. Sarah saw with some satisfaction that she had lost some of her girl next door looks and now looked definitely older and harder – no doubt as a result of the life she had been leading over the past six months.

They couldn’t hear anything from the room so were surprised when she sprang to her feet and the door opened. One of Diego’s hostess’s showed a large man in to the room and left him in Jennifer’s company.

Diego whispered conspiratorially to Sarah “I thought you would enjoy seeing her in actual action so I have arranged for one of her usual clients to visit while you were over here. He is, how would you say, very large and very demanding.”

“Oh good.”

In the next room Jennifer was submissively nodding to the large man and swiftly slipped her robe from her body to reveal matching skimpy red bra and panties. Sarah noticed that her old friend had certainly not lost any of her famous curves as her body still looked amazing.

Diego and Sarah stood in hushed silence as they viewed the action as it unfolded in the next room the large man advanced on Jennifer as she sat on the edge of the bed and grabbed her head and shoved her back onto it. He reached around her and whipped off her lacy red bra and tossed it to one side , revealing her magnificent breasts, Sarah had almost forgotten how stunning her rack was. Her client was obviously a breast man as he paid them great attention, roughly pawing them with his big hands then bending over and putting his mouth to use in licking, kissing and biting them. Jennifer reacted as if she was loving this attention. But was it an act, thought Sarah. After all she was hardly a talented actress in her previous life was she? As the action steamed up in the next room Sarah found it harder to believe that Jennifer wasn’t actually into it as much as the man.

Abruptly the large man withdrew his mouth from her chest and stood back, pointing that Jennifer get on her knees in front of him. Jennifer slipped off the bed and with a obedient expression on her face knelt before him. Once there she busied herself with his belt and zipper and in seconds his manhood came out into view. Sarah was amazed at it’s size, it was ten inches long and at least three inches in girth, Sarah had never seen anything that wide before. Jennifer obviously had though as she slowly started lap at its tip with her tongue, gently easing the helmet into her mouth. Carefully, Jennifer swallowed more and more of his cock until most was buried in her mouth and throat. She had certainly learned some new tricks in her last six months.

She serviced him orally in his fashion for at least ten minutes, during which there was rarely a second where his cock wasn’t deep in her throat, his big hairy balls bouncing off her chin, while pre-cum messily began to seep out of her mouth. The man’s movements became more erratic and it was clear he was about ready to cum when he withdrew completely from Jennifer’s mouth. He held his cock in place , aimed at the ex-starlets face and shot a massive load of sticky white cum over her face, strands and splodges splashing onto her face, into her hair, up her nose and into her eyes.

“He loves that, cuming on their face, I think he likes that more than fucking the girls” Diego whispered to Sarah.

“She must like it too !” exclaimed Sarah as she watched Jennifer use her tongue to lick as much of the goo from her face and into her waiting mouth. Sarah had to think to herself about how much Jennifer must have changed in those six months to have done something like that with such an ugly, big guy as she had.

“What a slut!”

Jennifer then used her tongue to enthusiastically clean up the man’s used cock. He then spoke down to her and at his command she stood up and wriggled out of her lacy, red panties, revealing her peachy backside to the two-way mirror. Again the man spoke to her and she crawled on the bed and got down on hands and knees with her bum facing the man. She kept that position as he finished removing the rest of his clothes and by the time he clambered onto the bed his cock was regaining its previous stiffness.

Sarah watched agog as he use his fingers to work Jennifer’s asshole and then without warning inched his manhood into it and quickly established a rhythm as he assfucked her.

“He has paid for an hour session. He likes to get his money’s worth” commented Diego.

“How much has he paid?”

“The equivalent of 40 of your American dollars.”

He pounded into her hard for a good fifteen minutes before climaxing once again and collapsing forward onto Jennifer. They lay there motionless for a few moments before he withdrew his cock and once again she used her mouth to clean him up.

Next door Sarah was quite excited by it all and was very close to frigging herself as she stood in the small room. Diego waited until the client had exited the room before saying to Sarah “ I will go and ready your friend for your visit, I’m sure she’ll be surprised to see you.”

Again Sarah watched on as Diego entered the room. Jennifer barely looked up at him as she lay on the bed naked. He opened a cupboard with a key and produced a pair of handcuffs which he attached to her wrists – she didn’t complain. Then he took out a collar and leash and fixed that round her neck – again no complaint. He then spoke to Jennifer and left to collect Sarah.

Jennifer looked up as Diego re-entered the room and her eyes blazed with hatred at the sight of her former friend who had reduced her to this life, Sarah Michelle Gellar. Sarah stepped forward past Diego to confront and mock Jennifer but before she could say a word, from behind, Diego hooked his hands over Sarah’s face. In his hand was a cloth that smelled strange and quickly Sarah’s eyes fluttered as she passed into unconsciousness.

Sarah slowly started to come round about an hour later. Initially, she was extremely groggy and couldn’t fathom why she seemed to be almost rocking up and down. She forced her eyes open and found herself staring into the face of a straining young man who was on top of her. She realised that she was naked and spread eagled on the bed in which she had viewed Jennifer earlier and each of her limbs were tied to a corner post of the bed. Worse still , she realised the youth was actually fucking her! He was obviously near climax and he closed his eyes, concentrated and before she could say or do anything she felt him shoot a load of sperm into her cunt.

She lay there in shock at what had just happened as the youth got off her and got dressed with a big, cheesy smile on his face. Before she could say anything Jennifer Love Hewitt strode into he room , dressed in the dressing gown she had worn earlier. There was no-one else with her, and she was not restrained in any way. She smirked at Sarah and turned to the teenager.

“How was your first time ? Did you enjoy it ?”

He shyly nodded and began to fumble in his wallet, “ Excuse me Miss but how much am I due you ?” he asked.

“Oh , I think two dollars should just about cover it.”

Sarah watched on aghast as the youth paid this paltry sum for the pleasure of fucking her. He then left the room and Jennifer moved to the side of the bed and looked down at Sarah.

Jennifer looked down at her restrained ex-friend and smiled a very false, insincere smile. Sarah struggled against the bonds that held her, but found no give in them and started shouting.

“Diego! What’s going on? Let me up. Let meee go! Damn you!”

Jennifer produced an orange ball gag from below the bed and proceeded to jam it into Sarah’s shouting mouth to quieten her before wrapping the ends around her head and buckling it in place.

“You always were a noisy little bitch Sarah, this should shut you up for a while. Now how about I answer a few of those questions. First, Diego is next door watching us (she turned and waved at the two way wall), I’m sure he’ll be in to see you before too long. Second, what’s going on is that you’re tied to that bed and will be until I decide otherwise. And thirdly, you’re never going anywhere ever again bitch.”

With that Jennifer brought out a blindfold and secured it over Sarah’s eyes, leaving her unable to see a spec of light. She then left the room, leaving Sarah Michelle Gellar stark naked, spread eagled, tied to the bed, gagged and blindfolded.

Time passed, she wasn’t aware of how much but it passed and nothing seemed to happen, she drifted in and out of sleep until she became aware that there was someone else in the room with her. Leather gloves roamed her body , moving up her thighs and gently stoking them, then moving further up Sarah’s body caressing her breasts and sharply nipping her exposed nipples. Sarah then felt the other person get on the bed and straddle her, obviously excited, as his hard erection brushed her stomach. She grimaced as she prepared to be violated.

Sarah sensed there was something strange about the man who prepared to assault her but could not identify what it was and to be frank she had much to concern her. Then she felt his cock inside her and  powerful thrusts forcing it in deeper. He was huge, she had never had a man this big and it hurt like hell, Sarah screamed into her gag to little effect. Then suddenly her eyes were stung by the harsh light as her blindfold was pulled off.

Sarah looked up to see Jennifer Love Hewitt straddling her . She was fucking her ex-friend. Jennifer wore a black leather bra top and stockings and from her crotch a huge strap-on dildo protruded. With the dildo buried to the hilt inside Sarah’s cunt ,Jennifer gave her captive a cute little wave and continued fucking the living hell out of her. Jennifer fucked her hard and long for a further thirty minutes until Sarah actually cried with the strain she was under. Jennifer smiled at this and gave a further three thrusts before pulling out with a loud pop.

The sudden release was too much for Sarah’s bladder and it released and as Jennifer climbed off the bed she saw the pee spray out of Sarah and spread into a large yellow puddle on the sheets.

Sarah was left like that for the whole of the next day. No one visited her, no one spoke to her, no one fed her. In the end she could not control herself any further and again had to piss herself on the bed and lie in it. Worse followed when the rich food she had digested on her arrival could be held in no longer and she shit her bedclothes. She lay in that mess and stench for a full 24 hours before Diego and Jennifer revisited her.

They both wore face masks as the stood over Sarah, their eyes full of disgust and mocking that such a prissy, stuck up Hollywood starlet as Sarah Michelle Gellar would be reduced to this degrading state.

“Geez, Sarah “ Jennifer purred, “Maybe we should have got nappies for you if you can’t control yourself. You’re disgusting, you know that?”

A man then came in wearing a rubber apron and her untied Sarah’s arms and legs. He used a set of wipes to clean Sarah up somewhat. Her limbs were so numb from being tied so long that she offered no resistance as he then placed silver manacles around her wrists and ankles and use a silver chain to link them together, he then attached heavy black leather collar around her neck and attached a chain leash it. The leash he handed to Diego and left.

“I’ll take that “ demanded Jennifer and she grabbed the leash from Diego’s hand. Sarah was shocked that Diego acquiesced so easily. Just what was going on?

No on seemed in the mood to enlighten Sarah and besides she had enough to worry about as Jennifer marched out of the room dragging her former friend behind her as she desperately tried to keep her legs moving so she didn’t fall over. Jennifer marched Sarah through the mansion briskly and she was glad that no-one saw her like that but wondered where they were going now.

Sarah was hurriedly led through the huge mansion, always working her way down until she knew for sure they were below ground level – that worried her. Jennifer stopped to unlock a thick, dark wooden door and once it was open she pulled the leash hard, Sarah didn’t want to enter, knowing that nothing good would happen to her in that room, but that only served to totally unbalance her and she fell onto the hard floor and had to crawl into the room after Jennifer to prevent being choked by the collar.

The room was much larger than it appeared from the outside, that and the fact that it was only lit by a single uncovered bulb hanging from the ceiling gave it a very haunted feel to it and a lot of dark shadows. There were no carpets, the floor only a level solid stone. In fact there was nothing in the room at all. Jennifer dragged her old friend over to one of the walls and locked the leash into a hook on the wall. Sarah fell to her hands and knees as Jennifer stood over her and addressed her.

“My life here when you left me was hell, you turned me into a cheap whore who serviced anybody and everybody. But I never gave in and I was driven by the thought of gaining revenge on you. And then I met a client who fell for me completely, wanted to take me from this place and make me his own. And he was rich enough and powerful enough to convince Diego to let me go. So I escaped this life but still wanted to get you back and here we are. When you stood in the next room watching me before the man I was fucking was my future husband Armand. He’s very interested in meeting you as well, especially after all he heard about what you did to me before shipping me here.”

“Pl-llease Jen what do you intend doing with me?” pleaded Sarah as Jennifer pulled off the ball gag.

“Oh, you’ll be given a choice, a choice that will shape the rest of your life. But not now.”

With that Diego appeared and put down in front of Sarah two dog bowls. He used a can opener to prise open the lid of a can of cheap dog food and emptied it into the bowl. For the other bowl he unzipped his trousers and took out his cock. He then proceeded to piss in the bowl, once he had filled it he directed the spray at Sarah’s face and splashed it all over her pretty face.

“I’d make the most of that” said a clearly amused Jennifer, “It may be all you get to eat and drink for some time.” With that Jennifer and Diego left the room, turning off the light in the process and plunging Sarah into a complete darkness.

They left her there, abandoned in that pitch black cellar, for two whole days. The collar and leash were such that she could not stand up properly and the stone floor was cold and hard to sit or kneel on. Eventually the ’food and water’ left for her became a necessity and she ate and drank them as if it was a gourmet meal and fine wine, ignoring the bad smell that came from both. She became lonely and disorientated so that she feared for her sanity and craved human company and conversation, but when it came she would soon change her mind.

They barged into the room with no warning, it was chaos and sounded like a buffalo stampede as they crashed in. Sarah had no idea how many of them came in only that it was a lot. Torchlight’s flashed through the darkness, seeking out her blonde head, and four or five seemed to converge on her at once and blinded her eyes so used to darkness. Voices merged into each other as orders and shouts rang out in the stone chamber and Sarah was roughly released from her collar and flung to the floor. There, with lights flashing all over the room she had her mouth filled with a big hard cock that immediately began fucking her, probing into her throat. Within seconds a man got under her and fit his dick inside her pussy and he was soon joined by another roughly inserting his relatively small dick into her arsehole. These three pumped vigorously into her holes with no let up, but they were by no means the only ones in the room as shadowy figure stood all around the four intertwined figures on the floor.

Sarah could do nothing to prevent her body being invaded like this and had to take the punishment until it ended. But it never seemed to end. Diego had arranged for all his clients and more to be involved in this gang-bang like no other. For a full twenty four hours each of Sarah Michelle Gellar’s holes were full of cock and loads of cum. At times she passed out but they just kept fucking her relentlessly, filling her with more and more sperm. Men not in action could either wank as they watched or piss in a large plastic bucket in the corner or they were also encouraged to cum in another, smaller plastic bucket.

When at last it was over and the last man spunked his cum over Sarah’s cum encrusted face (her features barely visible  now) Sarah lay, collapsed on the floor her body aching like never before, her holes having been stretched to almost double what they had been before this. In walked Jennifer Love Hewitt, her high heels clicking on the stone floor, she walked up to her rival and turned on the overhead light to see the carnage before her. Sarah lay in a large puddle of cum and more cum oozed from her asshole and cunt and ran from her mouth. This was truly revenge for what had happened so long ago.

Jennifer then pulled Sarah by her hair over to the bucket of cum and fitted a funnel into her unresisting mouth and poured the sticky white liquid into the mouth and belly of Sarah. When she could take no more the cum started to run down her mouth and chin so Jennifer poured the rest all over her face and hair, then handcuffed Sarah and left there so the cum could dry, hard over her face.

Sarah lay there for the next five hours unable to rub the hardening white crust from her face, the truth was that even if she wasn’t handcuffed she would have been so exhausted and sore she would have struggled to do much to remove it. Jennifer came back in to the darkened cellar and turned on the light , she walked over to the Sarah’s prone body and gave it a stiff kick with her boots to make sure she was conscious for this next activity.

Jennifer wore a rubber black dress and long black rubber gloves and she gripped a handful of Sarah’s crusty hair and pulled her over to the larger of the two buckets. Jennifer chuckled at the crispiness of Sarah’s cum encrusted hair and made sure to snap a few pictures of her completely white covered face, it also felt hard to the touch. She got Sarah kneeling upright before the bucket of nearly day old piss and forcibly drove Sarah’s head into the bucket.

Sarah came to life as she realised where she was and as the liquid started to pour through the fissures in the cum and flow into her mouth, nose and ears, the stale acrid stench seeming to invade her head. She struggled , but in truth it was feeble and had she so desired Jennifer could have drowned her easily, but that wasn’t in her plans and she eventually pulled Sarah’s head clear and used the gloves to wipe some of the cum from Sarah’s features, before dunking her head once more into the yellow liquid in the bucket.

Once she had used the urine to wipe all the loose cum from Sarah’s face, Jennifer dragged her back to the other wall and once again attached the collar and leash before getting the bucket and pouring the whole vile load over Sarah head, leaving her in a large puddle of piss as she closed the door. Sarah Michelle Gellar just knelt there unblinking, her spirit completely broken.

Sarah woke up an indeterminate length of time later. She lay under the covers of a large, luxurious double bed wearing sky blue silk pyjamas. For a moment forgetting the past few days she smiled and stretched out in the bed. The dull pain that spread through her whole body brought it all back to her. She sprang up and took in her current surroundings. She had obviously been washed and cleaned thoroughly since the state she could last remember being in. The room was light and airy and she was not restrained in any way. Gingerly moving, due to the pain that came with each move Sarah checked the wooden door – it was firmly locked.

She sank back onto the bed and had a good long cry as she considered the apparent hopelessness of the situation. Sometime later the door opened and in walked a very elegantly dressed Jennifer, her curly dark hair cascading wonderfully over her bare shoulders.

“I’ll give you one warning only Sarah, don’t speak, don’t even open your mouth or you’ll be gagged again. You just sit there nice and quiet and listen real carefully to me.”

Sarah bowed her head slightly in agreement, her spirit completely broken by the treatment over the past few days.

“You’ve gone though pretty much what you forced me to endure Sarah. Now you’ve got a choice, a choice that I never got. Your first option is that you spend the rest of your life down in the cellar, we might not manage quite as many men as last time but I’m sure there’ll always be takers for a free go. The second option is that you agree, willingly, to be one of Diego’s girls here. This would be your room and although you could wander the grounds you would be allowed no further. You would have to agree to do all that your clients demanded and paid for with no arguments or it would be off to the cellar” Jennifer paused and smiled at Sarah’s horrified face, “I’ll leave you to decide” and she left the room.

Of course, there was really little choice and Sarah knew it so when Jennifer returned an hour later to demand an answer Sarah agreed to become a whore for Diego. Jennifer was delighted and took pleasure in telling Sarah that her first customers would be herself and her future husband, who was so looking forward to meeting her.

Sarah agreed to Jennifer’s offer to work for Diego as a whore. After her recent experience in the cellar she felt that neither her body nor her mind could survive being down there again.

So it came to pass that evening after her first decent meal in nearly a week , Sarah Michelle Gellar sat on the edge of her bed wearing nothing more than a set of lacy black bra, panties and stockings awaiting her first consensual clients.

A knock at the door was followed by three people coming into the room. Leading the way was Jennifer Love Hewitt, wearing a red velvet dress than displayed her bare shoulders and huge cleavage to perfection. Next was Diego in a grey suit and carrying a video camera with him (“I will want to replay this scene forever” explained Jennifer). Finally, in came the man that Sarah had watched Jennifer perform with all those days ago. He was huge, at least six foot five on a wide frame and Jennifer had already glimpsed the rest of him.

Diego took up a position at the far wall and began to record as the couple moved up to Sarah, the man toying with her shiny, blonde hair.

“So you are the woman that betrayed my beloved Jennifer, eh? I should kill you for what you put her though, but then again no, you are responsible for bringing her into my life, and for that I thank you” he had a deeply accented accent and smiled as he played his fingers over Sarah’s face.

“Now Sarah” spoke Jennifer, “ You are going to do exactly as we ask tonight aren’t you? We are paying for your services after all.”

“I’ll do whatever you tell me” was Sarah’s defeated reply.

“Good. Then you can start by slowly removing my clothes.”

Obediently, Sarah moved to her feet and stood behind Jennifer and slipped her cool hands into Jennifer’s dress and slowly peeled it down her statuesque body, revealing her massive breasts then her shaven pussy, as she had not worn any panties. Jennifer stepped out of her dress and stood looking like the most desireablewoman on earth. Diego zoomed in to get her up close on film.

“Lick her breasts whore” demanded Armand, pushing Sarah’s head toward Jennifer’s jugs.

Sarah’s wet mouth enveloped Jennifer’s right nipple and quickly she was licking and sucking it  like a seasoned pro as Jennifer moaned slowly at her touch. Sarah licked every inch of Jennifer’s breasts sensuously as her future husband loosened his clothes. Seeing this, Jennifer suddenly thrust Sarah’s face away from her and ordered her to get on her knees and release his cock from his pants. Sarah did as ordered and soon was at eye level with his huge, semi-erect, manhood.

“Lick it Bitch” ordered Jennifer as she vigorously started to finger herself watching Sarah be their prostitute.

Her mouth stretched and accepted his now hard cock  in and he thrust it deep and gagged her with it immediately. He showed no concern at her situation as he thrust deeper and deeper, forcing her tongue to work overtime. Jennifer kept masturbating and Diego kept on filming until finally Armand started to spasm a bit and he withdrew his cock from Sarah’s mouth and once free launched a massive spray of his cum all over Sarah’s pretty face. It came in three huge busts and almost covered her face. Jennifer smiled and sprung over and began to greedily lick the stuff off of Sarah’s face and once she had gathered the lot in her mouth ordered Sarah to open her mouth and in one amazing French kiss transferred the whole sticky load.

As Sarah swallowed the whole load  Armand got behind her and ripped her lingerie off and threw it away. He then lifted Jennifer up onto the bed and anally entered her , as he built up a hard rhythm he ordered Sarah to get her face in behind him and to start licking his arsehole out. Knowing her future depended upon it she got down there and enthusiastically started to lap away at his big hairy arse. His big cock buried in Jennifer Love Hewitt’s arsehole while Sarah Michelle Gellar tossed his salad was too much for him and once again he pulled out and shot a load of cum onto Jennifer’s asshole.

He turned, pulled Sarah from his bum and thrust her face into Jennifer’s backside and ordered her to lick up his cum from there - which she did with no complaint. From that position Jennifer manoeuvred herself so she sat atop Sarah’s face and she ground her shaven cunt into Sarah’s mouth and demanded that she bring her off with her tongue. By now Diego had stripped off and he manoeuvred his body under Sarah’s and fitted his large cock into her arsehole and pushed it relentlessly upwards. Armand recovered sufficiently to slide his cock into Sarah’s pussy and in that position they writhed and bucked until the two men and Jennifer all came almost simultaneously.

They were all spent now and as they all slowly dressed Jennifer withdrew a 20 dollar note from her handbag and stuffed it into Sarah’s mouth saying “I’m sure you’ll make a good whore Sarah, you’ve had years of practise.”

knots. He didn't know how he was going to face Sarah....

After forcing himself on his foster daughter he had gotten up and stormed out of the house. He had come here, to his office, spending the night in the small bedroom. He had called home earlier to speak to Margi before she left for work, and she had sounded like her normal cheerful self, only mentioning Sarah to say that she had left for school without her Economics book.

Jason didn't know what to expect. His behavior with Sarah had been unforgivable, but she obviously hadn't said anything to Margi...yet. He didn't know how he was going to be able to go home and face his foster daughter.

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Sarah was leaning back against the elevator wall, one leg crossed behind the other as she watched the screen counting up the numbers of the floors. She had gone home after school, but the time Jason usually came home came and went. It didn't take her long to realize that he was nervous about returning. She wasn't surprised, after the way he had left last night.

Figuring that he would have a hard time of it, Sarah decided to go to his office and get the hard part over with. She changed from her school clothes into a short black skirt and a white button up with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows. She only buttoned the two middle buttons, leaving her belly button and chest partially exposed, just enough to tease, but not enough to look slutty.

It hadn't been hard to find the building; she knew the address by heart. Once in the building she found out what floor from the receptionist in the lobby. The woman had offered to call Jason for her, but she had asked her not to, telling the woman that she wanted to surprise her "dad". The woman, a slightly older lady, had thought the idea sweet, and so agreed.

Now here she was, headed up to his office, nonchalantly singing along with the elevator music as she waited. A few men got on the elevator with her at the 2nd floor. They had entered the elevator chatting away, but when they saw her they fell silent, all three of them eyeing her from head to foot until they finally got off at the 4th floor.

Sarah had everything planned out. Some of the men she had seduced preferred their girls to act slutty, some preferred that she act unwilling, all men had their different tastes. She was fairly certain that she knew what Jason's taste was. He was attracted to her because she was open and lively and enthusiastic, if she came onto him in an overtly slutty manner it would contradict what he thought of her, and so it would turn him off from her. Instead she would play the part of the sweet, lovesick, but slightly confused girl. She would convince Jason that she was in love with him, and so she wanted him as her lover, but when he had forced her last night she had been frightened...but she could forgive him, and perhaps together they could make things right...

The young seductress was pulled from her thoughts when the soft ding alerted her that she had reached the top floor, just as the doors slid open. She stepped out into the carpeted hallway, going to the right as the receptionist had instructed. At the end of the hall there were two large double doors that led to Jason's office.

Sarah knocked lightly before letting herself in, catching her breath when she saw Jason sitting behind the desk. He was by far one of the most handsome foster fathers she had had yet. The clothes he wore could not hide his broad shoulders and muscular form.

Jason looked up as the door to his office swung open, expecting to see Kim, his receptionist. Instead there was Sarah, standing there with her long brown hair cascading down her shoulders. He didn't really know what to say.

"I'm sorry," he blurted out without really thinking. "What I did was wrong."

"How you did it was wrong, but there was nothing wrong with what you did," Sarah corrected him softly. At Jason's confused __expression she explained. "You love me, don't you?"

"Well, yes, but-" before he could finish Sarah cut him off.

"And I love you too. When two people love each other, isn't it only right for them to show it?" as she spoke Sarah moved closer, walking around his desk to stand next to him.

"Of course, but Sarah, I have Margi, I'm married." Jason meant his voice to be firm, but as the beautiful teen came closer his willpower seemed to drain away.

Sarah leaned against his desk, taking one of his hands in both of hers. "I know that. But I also know that Margi doesn't give you the love every man needs. I don't expect you to leave Margi for me. I just want to give you what you need, because I love you."

Her voice was so soft and reasonable. Her __expression was earnest. Jason had no doubt that she truly believed that there was nothing wrong with this. It felt so good to be near her, it would be so easy just to give in and agree with her....

"No," Jason stood up and took his hand from her. "It would be wrong for me to take advantage of you like that. Last night I made a horrible mistake, and I hope you can forgive me for it. I promise it will never happen again."

Sarah gave an inward sigh, a bit irritated. Apparently it was going to take a little more effort to help Jason get over his fear of doing something so taboo. But remembering how good it felt when he pounded into her last night, remembering the feeling of his hard prick plowing into her...that was enough to give her the patience she needed to wait for him to come around.

"It's ok Jason, there's nothing to forgive," she said with a sweet smile. "And if you don't want me anymore, that's ok too. But I still love you, and maybe one day you will change your mind about this." With that said, Sarah stepped closer to Jason, cupping his face in her hands and kissing him gently on the lips and then moving away before he had time to react.

Jason had to fight the urge to moan at the feeling of her soft lips on his. His hands had instinctively moved to wrap around her, but before they could touch her she had moved away. He watched, emotions in turmoil, as his foster daughter walked out of his office.

He sat down with a heavy sigh. The girl was so sweet and naive; she actually believed that because she loved him it was ok for her to relieve his sexual frustrations. Part of him was dying to take her up on the offer, but his conscience held him back, saying it wouldn't be right to take advantage of the girl's naive way of thinking.

In the elevator, Sarah was smiling smugly at her reflection. Maybe things hadn't worked out just as she had planned, but she knew that it had been hard for Jason to turn her away, and she also knew that he would be struggling with himself from this day forward, until he finally decided to give into his urges and take what she offered.

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In the weeks that followed, life went on as normal, as far as anyone could tell. Jason made up with Margi, taking her out on the town and promising that he wouldn't pressure her like that again. Margi was happy to forgive him, and things seemed to be peaceful.

Everyday Jason would come home from work, Sarah would already be home. She would act normally, and so would he. When Margi got home they would all have dinner together, making small talk and chatting about the day. On the surface everything seemed to be quiet.

But everyday Sarah carefully chose what outfits she wore, knowing that Jason would see her. She carefully planned where she would be when he came home. Every time she accidentally brushed up against him, every time she showed him some innocent affection, it was all carefully thought out and planned, designed to weaken his resolve to not touch her again.

Jason gave no outward sign of the internal struggle he suffered. He once came home to find Sarah laying on her stomach on her bed, her beautiful long legs held in the air, causing her skirt to ride up to expose her tan thighs and white panties. Sometimes, when they did something particularly nice for her, Sarah would hug first Margi and then him. Just a quick, innocent hug, but it took all his willpower not to grab her and hold her in his arms.

As it was, every night, after he and Margi had been in bed for a while, he would let himself out of the room and go downstairs to beat off. Sometimes he would go to the garage; sometimes he would go out to the pool house.

Every night he went, sometimes Margi was asleep; sometimes she was only pretending to be asleep. She didn't mind him going, she knew what he was doing, and she was glad that he was taking care of himself rather than trying to force her into sex. She never raised a fuss about it, because if she did she was sure that he would argue that he wouldn't have to do it if she would do her duty as a wife.

Both Margi and Jason thought that Sarah was asleep by these times, but they were wrong. Sarah knew all about Jason's late night masturbation sessions, and in them she saw a window of opportunity.


Sarah was lying awake in bed, her arms folded behind her head. She glanced at the digital clock on her nightstand; 1:03 in the morning. Normally Jason would have made his escape by now. She was beginning to think he intended to skip a night when she heard footsteps carefully making their way down the stairs. She smiled to herself as she thought over her plan in her head.

The sound of footsteps on the stairs ended as Jason reached the bottom step, and then there was a long silence as he soundlessly made his way across the marble floor. Sarah held her breath, straining to hear where he went. Then she heard the unmistakable sound of the sliding glass door of the backyard being slid open and then closed.

She got lightly to her feet and crept to the window that looked out into the backyard. Being careful to stay in the shadows she watched as Jason made his way across the lawn and to the pool house. She watched him until he disappeared inside; once he was out of her sight she turned from the window and walked to her full-length mirror. Tilting her head she studied the reflection before her.

She wore an oversized white t-shirt that covered her to mid-thigh, and it was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra. Reaching up, she pulled the hair tie from her hair and watched as it cascaded down around her shoulders in long, silky waves. The girl in the mirror looked sweet as a child, with the body of a woman; her expression was the picture of innocence until her lips formed a sly smile. Sarah had been doing this long enough now to know when she had a man trapped, and tonight, Jason would be hers.

 

Jason had already begun his nightly ritual, wasting no time in opening up his robe and freeing the erection that strained against his pajama bottom pants. The pool house had several small changing rooms and two showering rooms for guests to rinse off. The main part was sort of like a small living room, with a couch, two smaller chairs, a coffee table and a TV set equipped with a VCR and DVD player. It was the wonderful thing about being in construction; he had been able to design ever aspect of his home.

 

Sitting down on the couch, he idly stroked his cock with one hand as the other picked up the remote control and turned on first the TV and then the DVD player. The porno that he usually watched was still in place, he trusted that Margi would have no reason to come out to the pool house since they had not guests.

 

Hitting play, the movie began. A teenaged girl was the first image to appear on the screen; wearing a pleated skirt, white thigh-high stockings, a white button up blouse that was only partially done up, her long blonde hair put up in pigtails. It was a very stereotypical outfit, but it was the girl’s face that attracted Jason the most. Her face still held a childlike quality that all women eventually lost.

 

The girl was posing for the cameraman in several positions meant to show off her firm young body. She tried to look serious and aloof, the way so many models do, but the girls face kept breaking into a smile and her laughter escaped her lips.

 

The next scene showed the very same girl, leading the cameraman through the house. It seemed as though it were a mock game of chase, the way she would run ahead a little, squealing with playful fright before turning to look teasingly at the camera, calling out “Come get me, Daddy.”

 

Hearing those words was enough to make Jason groan as he squeezed his fist up and down his hard shaft. For a minute his eyes fluttered shut as he imagined that another young girl was on that screen; one with brown hair and piercing blue eyes…

 

“Hold on, sugar,” hearing the man’s voice brought Jason’s attention back to the screen. The camera was focused on a large bed, the young girl was laying on her back, propped up on her elbows watching as the man appeared to be setting the camera up on some kind of stand. When the jiggling of the camera finally stopped a man who appeared to be in his late 30’s backed away, making minor adjustments with the zoom before smiling into the lens and turning to the girl on the bed.

 

The man, who was wearing only a pair of boxers, moved to the side of the bed and beckoned for the girl to come to him. He pulled his boxers down just enough to allow his already growing manhood free, stroking his hand up and down the length while the girl crawled across the bed to kneel in front of him.

 

“Suck daddy’s dick for the camera, sugar,” he ordered in a strained voice.

 

The girl took his cock in her hands, stroking it with her fingers while her tongue teased the tip. One hand grasped his ball sac, squeezing softly as the other hand jerked up and down at the base of her father’s hardening cock.

 

Her tongue could be seen flicking out to caress the cock head in slow circles. At first she took in only the head, sucking until her cheeks caved in. She began to pump her head slowly, taking a little more cock into her mouth with each downward stroke, looking up at the man’s face the entire time.

 

Daddy was obviously getting impatient with this slow teasing; he grabbed onto the girl’s pigtails and used them to drag her head down hard, forcing his hard dick down her throat.

 

Jason groaned when he saw the girl start to gag on the huge dick being forced down her throat. His hand began moving faster, his head fell back against the back of the couch as his eyes closed and all he heard was the wet sounds of the girl slurping and her muffled cries and moans.

 

He imagined Sarah, kneeling before him, between his legs, taking his cock the very same way. He imagined feeling her gag on his manhood while she looked up at him with those intense blue eyes. “Sarah…”

 

The mental image was enough to make him cum, and he would have had a voice not come from behind him just then.

 

“Yes?”

 

Sarah had walked in several minutes ago. The door was behind and to the left of where Jason was sitting, but he had been too focused on the screen to notice her enter.

 

She had slowly made her way to stand behind him so that she could see what he was watching as well. It didn’t take long for her to figure out what the movie was about, and she quickly lost interest. Instead, she focused on the man in front of her. She couldn’t see anything but the back of his shoulders and head, but she didn’t need to see it to know what he was doing. While he was absorbed in watching the movie, she watched him. She didn’t care what the man on the screen did to his daughter; she only knew that she wanted Jason to do those things to her.

 

He seemed to be on the verge of climax, judging by the way his pace quickened and his breathing began to grow erratic. As he leaned back against the couch, he moaned out her name, “Sarah…”

 

It was too good an opening for her to pass up. “Yes?”

 

Jason’s eyes flew open wide as he struggled to turn around and face the intruder. Sarah stood before him, her expression showing nothing.

 

“Sarah…what are you doing out here?” he demanded, though there was no real conviction in his voice.

 

“I heard something, it woke me up, so I came out to see who was back here,” she explained calmly, her eyes sliding from his face and down the length of his body that was exposed by his open robe. His firm chest, his flat stomach that showed a hint of the six-pack beneath…his raging hard on.

 

Jason noticed the trail of her eyes and quickly tried to close his robe. Even with the fabric pulled back into place, his straining cock made the robe tent outwards. “You shouldn’t be out here, it’s late, and you should be asleep.”

 

“So should you,” she said matter-of-factly. “What are you doing out here?”

 

“Nothing, I was just…watching a movie and I-“ Jason tried to sputter out an explanation, his face growing warm.

 

Sarah gave him a small smile, “Jason, I’m not stupid, I know WHAT you’re doing out here, but I don’t understand WHY you’re doing it out here. I don’t understand why a man like yourself is having to sneak around in the middle of the night to do what a woman who loves you should be doing for you.”

 

Jason’s expression hardened at the mention of his wife, his anger quickly flaring, “That’s between Margi and myself, it doesn’t concern you.”

 

Seeing that he was starting to get angry, Sarah began to move around the couch. She didn’t want him to get angry; it would make it easier for him to resist her. “Of course, but I’m not talking about Margi.” She pressed herself close to him, cupping one cheek in her hand. She could feel his firm jaw line and the muscles moving under her fingers as he clenched his teeth.

 

At her touch, Jason’s cock twitched. Her hand was soft against his cheek, her breath warm and sweet on his face. After just imagining her on her knees in front of him, and knowing he had already taken her once, it made it extremely hard for him to resist her. “Sarah, please, I told you…I made a mistake, and it won’t happen again. I had no right to force myself on you.”

”And what if I give you the right?” she countered softly. “It’s not considered forced when you’re only taking what I would give you willingly.” As she spoke she put her other hand on his chest, inside his robe, slowly tracing the contours of his muscles.

 

Her words startled him at first, but then he shook his head, “No, you’re only saying that because you’re too young to know any better. It’s my fault,” he tried to move away from her caressing hands before he lost all control again.

 

“I know that I love you,” she said, stepping with him to keep him from getting away from her. “I know that I want to show you how much I love you in every way I can. Isn’t sex one of the most intimate ways? Isn’t that why it’s calling making love?”

 

Her constant moving forward forced Jason back until his legs hit the edge of the couch, forcing him to sit down. “Yes, but Sarah-“

 

“You love me too, don’t try to deny it, I can see it in your eyes every time you look at me, or try NOT to look at me,” her voice held a tinge of amusement as she began to lower herself down in front of him.

 

Jason closed his eyes, knowing she was right, “But Sarah, even if I do love you, things can’t work out between us, I’m married.”

 

“I know that,” she slid on hand up his thigh, forcing him to spread his thighs wider so that she could kneel between them. “I’m not asking you to leave Margi for me, I don’t want you to change anything in your life. I only want you to let me love you.” As she spoke she tugged his robe open again, revealing his manhood that still stood hard as rock.

 

He sucked in a quick breath, feeling his resistance crumbling, “But Margi—“

 

“Won’t even let you touch her,” Sarah cut him off. “She denies you what you need the most. I love you, I don’t want to be your wife, I just want to give you what your wife refuses to.” With that, Sarah bent forward slowly, her eyes never leaving Jason’s as her tongue snaked out to lick the tip of his dick.

 

“Oh, God, Sarah…” he groaned loudly, his eyes closing as his head fell back and his muscles tensed. All resistance was torn away with a single flick of her moist, warm tongue.

 

Seeing that he would object no more, Sarah began to run her tongue up the underside of his manhood, starting at the base. Once she reached the head she sucked it into her mouth, teasing it with her tongue, coating it with her spit.

 

Jason’s hips jerked up involuntarily, his dick instinctively wanting to bury itself in the warmth of Sarah’s willing mouth. His hands squeezed the couch cushions underneath him as he tried to hold himself in check. He wanted to fuck her rough, without holding back; he wanted to work off all of the tension Margi’s little chastity vow had caused him, work it off using Sarah’s throat and then her tight little cunt.

 

Sarah took as much of Jason’s cock into her mouth as she could without gagging herself, her hands jerking off the rest of his length that could not fit. Her fingers felt how hot his dick was, traced the veins that traveled up the length of it. After a moment of mentally preparing herself, Sarah deep throated him, feeling Jason’s cock hit the back of her throat and continue slightly farther. She couldn’t stop herself from gagging.

 

When he felt Sarah gagging around his meat it was almost too much for him, Jason knew that he had to blow his load soon. He used her long hair to gently pull her head back, “Sarah, stop before you make me cum in your mouth,” his voice breathless.

 

“That’s kinda the idea,” she said when her mouth was off of him, her smile warm and teasing. “I want you to put your cum in me.”

 

The animal inside Jason demanded that he dominate her, this teasing little girl who thought she had so much control over things. He didn’t want to hurt her, just to show her who was in charge; prove his dominance.

 

“Oh don’t worry sweet heart,” Jason’s voice was more controlled now as he leaned towards her, “You’re taking this load whether you want it or not, but I have a different way in mind.” With that he lifted her and placed her on the low coffee table in front of the couch. He positioned her so that she was laying on her back with her butt close to the edge, so that her feet rested easily on the floor.

 

He moved between her open thighs. When she tried to rise slightly he used on hand on her shoulder to force her back down, “My turn, darlin.”

 

Sarah’s heart was racing as Jason forced her onto the coffee table. She strained against his hand, but was no match for his strength. She could only lift her head and look down at the space between their bodies. She could see Jason sliding her underwear off and dropping them to the floor, holding his cock in one hand as he guided it to her entrance. She could feel the wet head pushing against her, forcing its way inside of her. She was already wet, and so was his dick from her own spit, and so it slid in easily.

 

Jason did not thrust inside of her; instead he sank into her inch by inch. Sarah watched as his stiff dick disappeared form her sight, as if by magic. But she knew it was still there because she could feel it as it slowly made it’s way up inside of her. For a minute she thought it would never stop, but finally she felt his balls pressing up against her, and she knew she had taken his entire shaft.

 

“Oh, God,” Jason moaned out as he hilted himself inside of the young girl beneath him. Sliding into her was like sliding into warm silk. Her pussy felt like a glove around his dick, squeezing the length as her inner muscles contracted. He lifted her t-shirt up to expose her breasts, bending down to suck one of the nipples into his mouth, keeping his hips perfectly still as he remained buried in her.

 

Lifting his head, he looked down into her eyes, completely lost in the lust filled moment. “Whose pussy is it?” he asked in a commanding tone.

 

Sarah could barely catch her breath. Feeling Jason’s cock pulsing inside of her was all she had ever wanted, but now to have him taking control away from her was more than she expected. For a moment her shock caused her to remain silent.

 

When he didn’t get his answer right away, Jason jerked his hips forward as much as he could, trying to force himself deeper without pulling back at all, trying to hit her cervix. “Baby girl,” his words were slow and deliberate, “Whose. Pussy. Is. It?”

 

Though his voice was soft, it was also demanding, and his eyes told her he refused to accept any answer but the one he wanted. “Yours,” she replied in a gasping breath as she felt her cunt being stretched.

 

Satisfied with her answer, he pulled back until his dick was completely out of her. Then he sank into her once again, this time going a little quicker, but still taking his time so that he could feel it as every inch of his cock slid into her slick warmth.

 

Once he had hilted himself again, he repeated his question, “Whose is it?” He began to slowly pull back out again as he waited for his answer.

 

This time her reply was immediate, “Yours, Jason, it’s yours.”

 

“Call me ‘Daddy’,” he commanded harshly, this time he pounded his cock in with one quick, brutal thrust.

 

Sarah gasped at the pain mixed with pleasure, “Daddy! It’s yours, it’s yours Daddy,” she quickly corrected herself, though her voice was strained as she could hardly keep her mind focused on anything but the hard cock between her legs.

 

Hearing her call him daddy in such a lustful voice snapped the last strand of any form of control Jason had been holding onto.  One hand slid down between their bodies, his thumb easily finding the wet little nub he knew would give her the most pleasure. He began to piston his hips into her, his thumb grinding against her clit in time with his thrusts.

 

“Ohhh,” Sarah’s eyes rolled back when she felt the direct contact with her clit. “Oh, Daddy.” As she moaned out daddy she noticed he pounded even harder, driven on by the word. “Fuck me, Daddy,” she encouraged, her hands moving to grip his shoulders, her legs wrapping around his waist and her ankles locking behind him.

 

Her soft, moaning voice drove him over the edge. He pulled his thick cock completely out before plunging it back in as hard as he could. He used his free hand to lift her ass off of the coffee table while his other hand continued to grind against her sensitive nub.

 

The deep fucking was more than she could take. Sarah came hard on Jason’s pumping cock. The wave of warmth washed through her cunt, coating Jason’s dick even more. She trembled as her orgasm washed over her, and Jason’s continued contact with her clit made her gasp each time his thumb touched her.

 

Feeling Sarah’s muscles clench around him, Jason knew he wouldn’t be able to hold back any longer. He pulled back until only the head remained inside of her, “Beg me for my cum, baby.” It wasn’t a request.

 

Sarah was quick to oblige him, “Daddy, please cum inside of me. Please? I want to feel your cum shooting up inside of me, I want to feel my Daddy’s hot cum deep inside of me—“

 

Her words were more than enough. Jason drove himself in as deep as he could. When he was balls deep inside of the willing teenager he felt the first spurt of cum shoot out into her. He continued to thrust into her without pulling too far back, each thrust of his hips depositing another spurt of warmth into her waiting pussy.

 

Finally, when he knew he was done, Jason propped himself up on his arms, looking down on her, his shrinking cock still buried inside her depths. “I’ve really got to stop doing this,” he said with a sigh.

 

Sarah’s eyes had been lazily half closed as she enjoyed the after-orgasm glow. At Jason’s words they snapped open. “What? Jason, I already told you I WANT this and—“

 

Jason laughed at her near panic, “I didn’t mean stop this,” he thrust his hips forward slightly for emphasis. “Now that I’ve gone this far, this isn’t going to stop even if you wanted it to.” He laughed at her relieved expression. “But this is the second time I’ve cum inside you without protection…”

 

“Is that all you’re worried about?” Sarah smirked. “Jason, I started taking the pill when I was 14, now I just get the Depo shot every three months.”

 

Jason gave a small sigh of relief, but then his hand moved to grip her chin and make her look at him, “That’s good, I’m glad, but that is the last time you call me ‘Jason’, understand?”

 

“But Ja-“ Sarah began to speak but stopped when she saw the warning look in his eyes. “But Daddy,” she corrected herself, “what about when we’re with Margi, or anyone else for that matter?”

 

Jason thought it over. “Fine, I’m willing to let that go, but when it’s just us, I don’t want to hear you call me ‘Jason’ again, understand?”

 

Sarah gave a teasing smile, “Yes, Daddy.”

 

Jason smiled back, “Good girl,” he murmured before bending to kiss her tenderly, his tongue slowly exploring her mouth.

 

When he finally broke the kiss, Jason picked up her discarded underwear. He eased himself up and out of her and then quickly replaced her underwear to make sure that if any of his seed spilled out it would remain there. He may not want to get her pregnant, but there was something extremely erotic about knowing that his cum was inside of her, his sperm were swimming in her womb. A part of him would be inside her always, he would see to it.

 

After straightening their clothes they made their way out of the pool house. Jason led Sarah into her room, where he tucked her into bed and kissed her passionately before moving away and drawing the sheer curtains closed around her. “Goodnight, baby.”

 

“Goodnight, Daddy,” was the sleepy reply that floated out to him as he turned out the lights and closed the door.

Note: I'm sorry it took so long for me to write the third part, and I hope anyone who was waiting for it gets the chance to read it. I'm glad people seemed to like the first two parts, and naturally I'd like to hear what you think of this one. I do plan to write more on this particular story, as long as there are those who wish to read it.

~Chaos

consulting fashion magazines or watching the trends. He was just naturally on top of the world.

But the women he enjoyed were far from feminine; he pursued women who worked in careers like construction, women who worked hard and often scoffed at his living, that of a high school literature teacher.

Even so, he struggled on. After labouring for many years, he decided that he needed a new sense of identity. At thirty-two, he knew that he had wasted too much time trying to get what he thought he wanted.

Sexually, Jesse found himself less and less turned on by the large breasted women that he sought out to fulfill his ever-growing needs. Willing to try anything, he sought out other less traditional fantasies- interracial, anal, transsexual, and the list went on. Finally, fearing that heterosexuality could be the barrier he was trying to break, he broke down and rented a gay porno with a twinge of shame.

He was rolling in it. He loved seeing the men lick each other and caress each other. He practically came (without manual stimulation) when one man shoved his very erect penis into the other man’s anus. He had never before been turned on like this.

He quickly shut off the tape and sat on his couch, wondering what he would do next. Something still didn’t feel right. He didn’t think he was gay. It just couldn’t be.

Glancing at the clock, he realized that he had been thinking for well over an hour and decided he would sleep on it. He quickly undressed, deciding that it was much too warm of a night to put on any clothes. As an afterthought before he shut out the light, he wondered if it would be any easier being a woman. No pressures of having to choose the right girl; after all, he would choose you. No more need for sexual domination, which he had always felt was more like a chore in bed.

He quickly dismissed these thoughts and turned out his lamp.

At around 2 a.m., he woke to a strange sensation. He realized that he could not move his arms or feet and struggled to see what was restraining him. Seeing nothing, he attempted to move his torso. His efforts were fruitless; he realized that he was utterly paralyzed and helpless. He thought to scream, but what he saw next made him speechless.

His vision became blurry at first. He had never needed glasses or contacts, but he was having difficulties even making out silhouettes. All of a sudden, his vision focused, and as he looked down at his body, this is the sight he saw:

His body was starting to change, like a liquid filling a new container. His torso started to quiver and sway vertically, and he noticed that his body was beginning to become narrower. He felt his spine snap sharply, and although he felt no pain, he felt his hips assume a different position altogether. His legs were now wider apart, and he began to feel a premonition of what was happening to him.

He saw his member, which in reality had been a decent seven inches, more than enough to please any women he had the chance to encounter sexually. Now, his organ was shrinking before his eyes, making the blood rush out of his face. It finally disappeared with a pop, but he felt it continue to shrink.

Meanwhile, his torso was assuming its shape, narrowing sharply at the stomach and waist. His greatest surprise was his chest ; it was now growing , and when it finally stopped, he realized what was happening.

He was transforming into a woman.

His adrenaline soared as he felt his insides changing; he could feel his testes growing into beautiful ovaries, and he imagined all of his male organs morphing as a caterpillar becomes a butterfly.

Finally, in the last throes of his transformation, he felt himself rising to orgasm. He felt what was his most intense pleasure to that day, and as he knew he was going to explode in an array of sweat and exhilaration, he felt his vocal chords twist, and he screamed.

As a woman.

He- she- knew that it was over. Jesse Ignatio was no more.

She lay in bed, her muscles still twitching from the mind-bending orgasm. She felt her muscles finally relax, and she lifted her arms, which were now free. She sat up and breathed in deeply.

She was here. This was what she was meant to be.

All the struggles as a man, all of the awkwardness- it was the way she was supposed to know what she was meant for.

She knew she could not wait any longer, but her new body restrained her again, and she fell asleep, dreaming of the ecstasies she would feel.

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Jesse- or Jessi, as she now thought of herself- woke to the sunrise shining in the Venetian blinds that she had always admired. She rose from her canopy bed, which had always been a laughing matter to the girls she had previously brought to the room, and strode to the kitchen. She then made herself a three-course breakfast, eagerly awaiting the day ahead.

She was grateful for the timing; her transformation had taken place in June, with classes having given out only for a few weeks. She would have plenty of time to explore herself before she would have to face her job, if she would ever be able to go back.

Jessi decided that the first thing would be to find some better attire, since all of her clothes were Jesse’s- she now thought of Jesse almost as a past existence. She put on the most gender neutral clothes she could find and went down to the department store. She found that she was a modest 36C cup size, which she was thrilled to find. She now fit into a size 4, and she was able to wear a women’s size 7 shoe. She purchased 5 outfits, as well as several pairs of panties and bras. She also visited a beauty salon, where she had a manicure and pedicure, as well as having her hair styled.

Having gone back to her house to try on the outfits, Jessi felt a pang of desire- she wanted to find out the other feelings she could experience in her body. Slipping her now manicured hand down her panties, she rubbed her index and middle fingers against her very erect clitoris and sighed deeply. She leaned back on her bed, spreading her legs wide and twisting her fingers around her clit and pussy. Practically dripping with her own natural lubrication, she inserted one, then two, and finally three fingers deep into her cunt, moaning deeper with every thrust. After only a few minutes, she bucked her torso forward and yelled out in squeals of pure pleasure.

Lying back on the bed, she decided that this was not enough. She wanted to be fucked, and she would not stop until she had accomplished it.

Her atomic clock on the wall read 6:59 p.m., and so she picked out her most sensual outfit, a black sheer dress with inch heels and a black leather purse to match. She hopped in her Jetta- also a object of ridicule as a man- and zoomed off to the night club downtown.

The night club, appropriately named House of the Ebony Sky, was a hotspot for singles who wanted to dance and sweat and get hot with other attractive singles. Jessi was fully aware of this, and she knew that if she was going to get fucked tonight, it would start here.

She opened the doors to the club, and she saw a few heads turn. Her Italian and Spanish roots were still evident, and she was now so drop-dead gorgeous that Jesse himself would have been shaking in his boots. In her sexy attire, she knew that guys were already getting hard-ons, trying to shake them off in front of their girlfriends or crushes.

Her eye had already spotted the one she would fuck tonight; a man stood at the bar, sipping a gin and tonic and scoping out tonight’s digs. Little did he know that tonight’s digs were already scoping him out.

Tony, a middle class paralegal, was a booming success; his firm was putting him through law school, which he was excelling in and hoping to reach the top of his class. His efforts won him many friends in his office, but his gregariousness stopped there. He was a dismal failure with women, although, like Jesse, he had a classic beauty that most women admired, even though he was romantically inept.

Jessi strutted across the floor, and strutting is no exaggeration of terms; she had practiced what she thought of as her "I want you" walk and was milking it for all it was worth. Tongues were wagging and she shook her stunning body over to the bar next to Tony.

"Hi, I’m Jessi. What’s a cute guy like you doing over here alone at the bar?"

"Waiting for the right girl to break through my shell, I guess, Jessi. By the way, I’m Tony."

"Whatever your name, I don’t care, because you’re the sexiest man in this club."

"My, aren’t we forward? But please, no more flattery; I can’t stand the praise."

"You are quite the modest one, Tony. Care to dance with a lonely young lady?"

He smiled at her and said, "Only because you asked so nicely."

The pair took to the floor and danced like two lovers, intertwined and melded together like two forged pieces of metal. The heat rose as the two took over the floor, pushing all others out of their way, finally building until the entire club was clapping and yelling.

Finally, Tony realized what a scene they were making and pulled Jessi to the side.

Over the din of the party resuming, he yelled at her ear, "Do you want to go back to my place so we could maybe get better acquainted?"

She nodded furiously and grabbed her purse, practically pushing him out the door. They hopped in his BMW and zoomed off to his apartment downtown.

They reached the door, and as he fumbled for his keys, Jessi rubbed her hand across his chest. She felt his heart beating a mile a minute, and she knew that he was hers. She was going to get her fuck.

Tony finally unlocked the door and pushed it open furiously. He flipped on the light switch, and she saw his apartment, which was surprisingly similar to hers. She felt immediately comfortable, and she prodded him to sit on his spacious leather couch.

After getting positioned close together on the couch, Jessi kissed Tony’s cheek and moaned quietly in his ear, "When’s the last time a woman ever rubbed you all over your body?" He nervously whispered, "N-never," and she replied, "Tsk, tsk, you’ve been mistreated far too long."

She unbuttoned the top button of his dress shirt- as an afterthought, she considered that Jesse owned a shirt like this- and massaged his chest gently. Tony exhaled deeply, and Jessi reached for his face with her other hand. She pulled him forcefully but gently to her waiting lips and kissed him deeply and passionately. He leaned into her kiss, finally sticking his warm tongue into her mouth, just as she had wanted him to do. He then reached over and grabbed her breast, kneading it and massaging it until he found her ever-sensitive nipple. Jessi squealed in delight, and as she threw her head back in ecstasy, he squeezed her tender aureole, sending sparks throughout her body.

While Tony was making his move on her, Jessi felt her desire building up. She didn’t know how much longer she would last before she threw herself on him.

Fortunately for her, it wasn’t long for Tony. He had been wanting to fuck her ever since she spoke a word to him. She was a gorgeous brunette, although her hair was so dark that it was practically black. Her figure was superb, and she was sexy as all hell; so what did she want with him? He didn’t even care to find out; he just wanted her now.

He broke the embrace abruptly, and in the most gallant way he could think of, he picked up Jessi into his arms and carried her swiftly to his bedroom. Jessi was amazed to see another sight- a four-post bed with canopy- but her thoughts quickly turned back to Tony. He had now unzipped the back of her sheer dress, and as she stood, the gown fell to the floor, exposing her large but still contained breasts, her delicate waist, and her gorgeous ivory legs.

Jessi then took to finishing unbuttoning Tony’s shirt and ripped it off him, revealing a chiseled chest and firm abs. Before she could lust much more, she bent down and thrust open his belt, then unzipped his pants, and finally pulled his trousers to the floor. The two were now down to underwear, and they resumed their embrace.

As they broke their kiss again, Tony grabbed the sides of Jessi’s face and asked, "Why are you doing this? You could have had anyone back there."

She met his stare and said, "You were the only one I wanted to make love to."

They kissed again passionately, with Tony fumbling to remove Jessi’s bra. After accomplishing his task, they simultaneously removed their last pieces of clothing, and now stripped down to the bare, they practically tackled each other to the bed and started caressing each other sensually.

After a few moments of discovering each other, Jessi pushed Tony onto the bed and said, "I want this to be more than just a fuck. I want to give you what you want."

She then took his erect penis- a humble seven inches- and shoved into her waiting mouth. He gasped in surprise, and she felt his cock surge with excitement. She sucked his phallus eagerly, licking and savoring the sweet taste of his rod. She sucked as hard as she could, feeling his hips thrust up into her tight little mouth. Finally, she felt what she had been so ready to enjoy; he started panting furiously and thrusting harder up into her. After a few seconds, she felt the sweet taste of his cum fill her mouth, and she sucked it all until he gasped and felt back on the bed. Having swallowed the better part of a cup of his semen, she started stroking his now withering penis until it resumed its hardness.

Feeling like she was ready to explode herself, Jessi repositioned herself until she felt his head rubbing against his clit. After waiting a few seconds in anticipation, she drove her pussy down on his rock hard cock, making sure not to let it all enter her. She knew that she would most likely still be a virgin after this transformation, and she wanted to make sure she enjoyed losing her virginity.

Tony, meanwhile, was about to die of pleasure. Jessi had planted herself on his cock, and she was riding gently up and down. He could feel the resistance of her hymen and almost couldn’t believe his luck- he was fucking a virgin! It was almost too good to be true.

Jessi felt the time come, and as she rode down on his cock, she drove down hard and felt her hymen rip inside of her. She screamed as she was swept with a wave of pain and pleasure mixed together, and as the wave passed, she drove down harder. She moaned and yelled, "Oh, Tony, I am so glad you have me first…oh, baby, fuck me hard, fuck me any way you want…"

Tony did his best to stay conscious as the beautiful vixen bucked on top of him. He didn’t want this fuck to end, but he knew he wouldn’t last much longer.

Finally, as he felt himself rising to orgasm, he yelled out, "Do you want my cum, Jessi?"

She screamed back, "Oh, yes, baby, give it all to me! I want your hot cum shooting all the way up inside of me!"

They both moaned as they felt the final throes of the orgasm coming on. Finally, Tony squirmed and thrust intensely as Jessi felt gallons of Tony’s hot cum filling her sweet pussy.

Tony’s thrusts subsided, and Jessi pulled off of his cock with some reluctance. Her virgin blood was running on his sheets, and his cock was crimson with its glow.

Tony broke her stare by pulling her head to his and greeting her with an intense, powerful kiss. They both collapsed into a deep sleep.

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Jessi woke up the next morning and did her best to clean up the mess. She knew that the sheets would have to be replaced, and she almost considered asking Tony if she could have them as a memento, but she decided against it, thinking that her memory would be enough to sustain her passions for a while.

But, if they didn’t, she certainly had some place to turn.