"Wow, youre home early", David, her father said, startling Christina.  How could she pull off being so drunk in front of her own father.  If she could play it off, wonderful, but if she couldnt, she had to come up with an excuse soon. 

 "Hey Daddy", She said, "This is when I always get home".  He stood behind the couch watching her, knowing good and well what was running through her mind.  The school had called him at work to notify him of his daughters absence from the better half of a day from school.

 "What did you do today?" He asked, hoping for the truth, but knowing that it wouldnt come. 

 "Nothing really, just boring schoolwork"

 "Really, you didnt do anything interesting today?"

 "Besides me turning 16... no, not really"

 Annoyed with her insolence, He finally broke.  "The school called me today at work.  You have any idea what they told me?"

 "Umm... no daddy, not really, what?", She asked, scared of what was to come. 

 Angry, He spoke harshly, "You know damned well what they told me. Now you want to give me a fucking good reason why you skipped half a fucking day of school?"

 "Umm... uhh.. I dont know daddy"

 "Thats a wrong fucking answer Christina.  Look at you, sitting there like a perfect little angel.  And you have some nerve to come home drunk as hell after skipping school, I can smell the liquor on your breath from here."

 She knew that she had been caught.  She sat up and bent forward, her elbows on her knees, trying to hang her head in shame. "But.. but... its my birthday daddy"

 "Thats no fucking reason to skip school and get plastered with your little friends.  Youre only fucking 16, you have 5 more goddamned years until you can drink.  Do you have any idea what would have happened if someone else saw you like this, someone who didnt give a damn about you?? Huh?? Stand up and face me when Im talking to you dammit"
 
 She stood up slowly, shaking from the booze messing with her young mind.  "Yes Sir?"  She folded her hands in front of her and stood as straight as she could.  He walked closer to her, within arms reach.  Fearing his anger, she flinched, wary of a slap to the face. 

 "What.. you think im going to fucking hit you?.. Im not a child abuser"  He said as he stood firm in front of his young trembling daughter.  Sit your ass down now, we need to have a little 'chat'". 

 She sat down on the couch, and he sat on the coffee table edge in front of her.  He grasped the sides of her head, forcing her to look into his eyes.  "Youre so fucking lucky your mom isnt here.  She would ship your ass off to a private school in a heartbeat.  Im not that mean however" He stated while glaring at her.  She sighed with relief.  "But theres no fucking way that youre going to get away with this without some punishment.  Now go to your fucking room, Ill be in there in a minute to deal with you."

 She stumbled to her room, holding onto the walls for support.  He waited for her to get to her room, the opening and closing of the door signaled that he was in the clear.  He walked to the front door, locked it.  Walked to the windows, and closed the blinds.  Little did Christina know, but her father had a lot more in store for her than just a simple grounding. 

 Her father and her mother had been divorced since she was a kid.  Her father had no marraiges since, not even a girlfriend.  He had been waiting for this day for years.  The phones had been disconnected before Christina got home from school, the school was notified that Christina was to be moved to a different school.  With no phone, and no outside contact, noone was going to be able to know of her whereabouts.  He grasped a black bag from the corner of the room, and walked to Christina's room, ready to dish out the punishment necessary. 

 Christina lay on her queensized bed, her eyes closed, spread out.  "Sit the hell up" He barked at her.  She sat up to face him, a serious look in his eyes seemed to burn holes in her.  "Theres no way youre getting off with this.  Ive put up with your meaningless bullshit for years, and quite frankly, Im fucking tired of it.  There is NO way that you will ever do anything like that again."  She shook from sheer fright from his words, the liquor fogging her mind, she thought a simple spanking was in store for her. 

 "Take your clothes off, Im going to do something that I should have done a long time ago".

 She seemed to pause, her father commanding her to strip off her clothes seemed strange. 

 "Do it NOW dammit, dont make me ask you again"

 She did as she was told, slowly removing her tshirt.  Her white cotton bra masked her young breasts.  She slid off her shoes and socks, then her skirt.  The only thing keeping her concealed was  a few square inches of cloth. 

 "ALL OF IT"

 Christina fumbled with her bra clasp, removing her bra and covering up her breasts with one hand.  Her breasts covered, she slid off her white panties with the other, holding her legs tightly togther and covering her crotch with the other hand.  She sat on the edge of the bed, trembling out of fear, naked, her father before her holding a black bag. 

 "Now lets get something perfectly clear Christina, You will do as i say when I say, and do not question me, or you will regret it.  Understand?"

 She shook her head yes.

 "Turn around" He commanded.

 She stood up and turned around, her arms dropping to her sides, for her tender parts were now out of his view.  He watched as her curves lightened in the sunlight.  He reached into the strange bag, and pulled out a piece of metal which Christina could clearly hear clanging together. 

 The rachet sound of a handcuff eminated as her left hand was cuffed.  They were padded leather cuffs, but the sound, and knowing what they were, scared Christina to death.  She started to turn around, before her father grasped her shoulders and held her still.  The other hand was cuffed, and he turned her around to face him. 

 "What are you doing daddy??" she whimpered, tears of fright forming in her eyes.

 "Im going to teach you some respect". He said, his eyes staring at hers, not at her tender young body, unexposed and shaking. 

 "You have no concept of respect Christina," Her father said to her sharply, "none whatsoever.  After Im done with you, you will truly know how to show someone of authority the dignity they deserve."  Pushing her on the bed, her hands captive under her rump.  He stood before her, "This is all for the best Christina, It needs to be done.  Im only doing this because I love you, and you will soon understand what i mean by that."

 He bent down to her, kissing her cheek softly, the first non-agressive sign he had given her all day.  Her state still scared the hell out of her, She feared her predicament, she feared her punishment, but most of all, she feared what her father was going to do to her."

 "Stand up" Her father commanded as he watched his teenage daughet struggle to stand without the aid of her hands.  He grabbed her waist and pulled her.  Handing her the black bag behind her back, which she grasp with both hands, he motioned her to follow. 

 "Take a good look at your room Christina, this is the last time youll see it in a long time".

 She looked around at her room, her bed, her dresser, her freshly removed clothes wadded up on the floor. She turned to her father and followed him.  He led her, turning around periodically to make sure she was obeying, through the hallway, and up the stairs.  She knew where he was taking her, a place where she hadnt been since her mother lived with them.  He was taking her to his room. 

 His room was significantly larger than hers, sporting a king sized bed with large, almost gothic, pillars on its corners.  Except for the bed and a dresser, His room was devoid of all furniture.  The carpet was cept imaculately clean, the bed was made, and nothing was out of order.  He motioned for her to move to the bed.  The sun now turned her beads of sweat into tiny prisms, giving her an almost angelic glow.  She stood at the end of his bed, looking around.  He stood behind her. 

 "Notice anything?" He asked

 "No daddy", her voice quivering.

 He stepped beside her, pointing at one of the posts by the headboard.  There was a chain, something almost fit for a dog, attached securely with a padlock to the sturdy wooden pillar.  The stainless steel chain lay curled up on the head of the bed, tipped off with a leather collar, also padlocked to it. 

 He removed her handcuffs, and instinctively she rubbed her wrists.  "Lay on your back on the bed" He said to her in a calm, almost soothing voice.  She did as commanded, laying on her back in the middle of his huge bed.  He knelt on the bed before her, and slowly spread her legs a bit.  The bright firey pubic hair which seemed to bush out from her crotch caught his eye.  He had thought for sure that every girl her age had shaved, but his own daughter proved him wrong.  He rubbed her soft pubes with one hand before bracing himself over her.  She had feared this, she had feared being taken by her father, being ravaged.  He bent down to her soft cheek, and whispered softly into her ear.  "I am going to make you mine Christina."  He moved to the side of her, unlocked the collar from the chain, and gave it to Christina. 

 "Put this on Christina."

 "Please dont do this daddy... please", tears now streaming from her cheeks onto her fathers bed

 "What did I say about not doing as youre told Christina?  That was your one and only excused disobedience that I will allow, all further will be strictly punished."

 She slowly attached the collar around her neck.  The thich leather fit her perfectly.  Holding it closed, her father attached the padlock to the clasp. 

 "You are now mine Christina, you are now my little girl.  I hold your very life in my hands, and I will teach you how to be a true woman."

 She lay there, on his bed, motionless, the severity of her situation sobering her up.  A thousand rampant thoughts ran though her head.  What lay in store for her? What was her father going to do to her?

 He sat up before her, grabbing the mystious black bag.  He motined for her to sit up as well.  They both sat indian style on the edge of the bed, facing each other.  The contents were dumped out onto the bed, and the mere sight of the objects made Christina bawl with fright. 

 Dildos, Butt plugs, Anal Beads, various gags, rope, duct tape, a small package of needles, clothes pins.  These were merely the top of the pile.  She turned her head, crying harder than ever.  She had no intention of looking upon the devices which she feared her father was to use on her. 

 "Happy Birthday Baby"

 Only sobs came from Christinas lips.

 "I said happy birthday Baby"

 she sniffled... turning to her father, "What did I do wrong?"

 "See Baby, this is what Im talking about, you show no respect".  He grabbed a rubber ball gag from the pile and held it before her to look at.  Holding each end, he slowly and carefully moved the gag closer to her mouth.  She moved back. 

 "tsk tsk tsk Baby... I thought you had more respect in you than that.  Now I have to force you".  He grasped her tiny body, pushing her against the matress.  Holding her down, he forced the ball into her mouth, and closed the clasp around the back of her bright red hair.  She began to drool almost instantaneously from the corners of her mouth.  He wiped them off with a rag, and sat her back up. 

 "See Baby, If youre good, then youll be treated good.  If you act bad, then... i think you know what happens then."  He pulled her head closer slowly and tenderly kissed her forehead.  She didnt move a muscle, her legs and arms limp at her sides. 

 "Do you want that gag off Baby?" He asked sincerely

 She nodded yes

 "You going to be a good baby for daddy?"

 She nodded Yes

 He nodded, and she removed the gag herself. 

 "Lets get one thing straight Christina.  I love you more than anything.  And Im only doing this for your own good. "

 She tried to resist, but knew what her father wanted to hear.  "I love you too Daddy"

 "Good baby, good... " He kissed her cheek again.  "Now Im going to ask you some questions and I want you to answer them honestly"

 "Ok daddy".. her tears and sobbing were almost gone

 "Have you ever been with a boy before baby?"

 Embarassed, she lowered her head and shook no.

 "Baby, look at me when you answer"

 "Yes Daddy" She answered, raising her head up, and pushing her red locks out of her face.

 "Have you ever masturbated before?"

 "Yes Daddy, I have"

 "Good, now one more important question: Have you ever had an orgasm?"

 she studdered.. "Uh... i really dont know daddy.. uhh.. maybe... i dont know"

 "Very well", her father answered, giving her a loving smile, which seemed to brighten up her expression. 

 "Dont Worry baby, Im not going to hurt you.  I will only punish you if you deserve it"

 "Ok Daddy"

 He stretched out his hand for hers, and stood up, pulling her up to her feet.  "We need to get you cleaned up Baby"

 "Ok Daddy"

 "Go into my bathroom, Ill be in there in a minute"

 She slowly walked to the bathroom.  She gently tugged at her collar.

 "Its not going to come off Baby, so dont even try"

 She turned the corner into the bathroom and sat silently on the toilet, pondering her future. 
 Her father walked in minutes later, Christina looked up at him.  "I just want to make sure that youre perfectly clean for me Baby"

 "Im clean Daddy, I promise"

 "You may be clean enough for you Baby, but youre not clean enough for me.  Now I want you to get on all fours in the bathtub facing away from me. She did as she was told, moving the shower curtain aside, she noticed a tube securely attached to the bathroom faucet.  He knelt beside her, rubbed her back with one hand as he placed the end of the tube in the drain with the other.  The sound of running water filled the bathroom as he turned the bathtub on.  Turned all the way to the left, the hottest temperature, he left the hose, and began to rub his daughters back with both hands, kneeding and massaging her tender back.  She remained firm, looking over at him through her red hair, a slight smile graced her face, to which her father smiled back. 

 "This may hurt a little bit baby, but its for the best.  Stay right here, Ill be right back"  He walked out of the bathroom, returning quickly carrying a small butt plug and a bottle of lubrication.  He grabbed her hands, and guided her chest on the side of the tub, resting there, leaving her hands free.  She held out one hand, which he grabbed.  Holding hands, Her father could tell that she was on the right path.  He held the bottle of lube over her rear, squirting a small ammount into the crack.  His free hand massaged the silky smooth substance over her asshole. 

 This was her first feeling of being intimately touched by a man.  At the time, she would have picked no other.  Her father pushed against her tiny hole with his index finger, rubbing the lube inside and out.  He pushed in slowly, letting her tiny hole loosen around the finger.  Satisfied, he pulled out.  Steam now filled the air.  He lowered the temperature of the water, and set it to around half intensity flow.  With his free hand, her father slowly guided the hose up to her anus.  The hot water made Christina squirm as it splashed all over her legs and rump.  Slowly he pushed the tube into her rectum, holding it there while the warm water filled his young daughters bowels.  Christina's grasp on her fathers hand tightened as she wimpered, but her father only smiled and nodded with approval.  She smiled back through the frequent grimaces she made.  He turned the temperature up, and watched his daughter squirm as the scalding hot water filled her tender untouched insides.  "I love you Baby" he whispered', to which she almost instantly replied, "I love you too Daddy". 

 "I know it hurts baby, but you have to be cleaned out Baby". 

 "I feel like im going to explode Daddy"

 "I know baby, just a few more moments".  He turned the water off, the hose remaining inside her tender anus, now hot from its contents.  "I want you to hold all of inside Baby, Dont let any out".

 "I dont know If i can daddy" her body was in tremendous pain, her bowels filled with scalding hot water, she feared losing her enema, she feared dissappointing her father for what me might do to her in return.  "I wont lose any Daddy". 

 "Good Baby, Good" he removed the tube, only a small drop drizzled from her asshole.  "Hold it baby".  He sat up, holding the small black rubber plug.  Covering it in a generous ammount of the slick lube, he presented it to her.  "This is going to help you hold it in"

 Tears of pure pain gathered in her eyes... "Thank you Daddy..." she paused, and lowered her head.  She raised it back up and faced him, "Thank you so much". 

 He grasp her hand again, holding the plug in the other "Im going to push it in quick Baby, but its small, so it shouldnt hurt too much, so brace yourself"  He pressed the tip against her anus.  "Breathe deep baby, on the count of three, count with me"

 "1"..."1"

 "2"..."2"

 "3"... and he thrust the rubber plug into her, she let out a gasp as it slid into position.

 "See Baby, that wasnt so bad, now was it?"

 "No Daddy, It wasnt"

 He stood and grabbed a towel, kneeling back down again to pat dry his daughters warm rear and legs.  "Stand up now Baby"

 She tried to stand, but the pain in her bowels prevented the full range of motion.  She held out her hand, hoping that her father would help her to her feet. 

 "No baby, you need to do this on your own"

 "OK Daddy" and she sat up slowly, her water impregnation sloshing around in her like waves.  She braced herself against the side of the tub, and pushed herself up.  She stood in the tub, then slowly stepped out onto the rug, facing her father.  She smiled at him. 

 "Good Baby, Very Good."  If you keep the good behavior up, I just might have to reward you. 

 His hand reached over, her hand did the same, and he led her back into his room. 

 He lay on his bed, she lay down next to him.  She had either forgotten about her nudity, or was now comfortable with her body, her father hoped for the latter.  He turned on his side to face her, and without a word, she did the same.  Christina's belly bulged, and her fahter rubbed it with one hand softly, feeling the warmth from within.  "Did you like that Baby?"

 "I have to be honest daddy..." she paused, and slowly cracked a smile..." I loved it"

 "Wonderful Baby, Youre not too full are you?"

 "Not at all Daddy" she said, knowing that her body was in fact full to the point of explosion, but she spoke the words that her father would want to hear.  "I could take more Daddy"

 "Really Baby?".. his eyes widened, pleased with how his daughter was taking so quickly to her new role, "well lets go fill you up some more"

 Christina's heart sank, she had hoped that her father would not, but watched as he stood up and raised his hand for hers, ready to guide her back into the bathroom.  She went for his hand, and he cracked a smile.  "Thats ok Baby, youve done more than enough for right now"

 christina grinned, "thank you Daddy".  She lay on her back, her stomach sticking up into the air.  Her father walked around beside her, and began softly kneeding her belly with his hands.  The increased pressure was almost too much for the young girl to handle.  Soft whimpers escaped her lips as he pushed against her swolen stomach.  She forced a smile, and stared into her fathers eyes.  "I love you Daddy"

 "I love you too baby" and he bent down, moving his face directly on top of hers, staring at her eyes, he kissed her on the lips, something she hadnt experienced for over a decade.  The feeling of love overwhelmed her and the pain from her stomach vanished.  Nirvana engulfed her for the fleeting moment that their lips touched.  He moved back, she moved in unison, keeping contact between both of them, sitting up as he moved. 

 "Comeon now baby, lets let this water out"

 She remained firm, pulling her father closer, kissing him again, not caring about the searing pain.  "It can wait a little longer Daddy" 

 "comeon baby, we dont want to cause any permanent harm, lets go"

 Her heart sank as she followed her father into the bathroom.  As motined by her father, she sat on the toilet.  He guided her back on the toilet seat.  Her small frame left a large gap between her crotch and the front of the seat.  "Take the plug out Baby" 

 She reached down slowly, watching her fathers eyes as she did so, reaching down and back to the rubber plug that held the warm liquid that she now loved so dear inside her.  She breathed deeply, and pulled it out, squeezing her anus as she did so.  The faint sound of a couple of drops splashed thorughout the toilet, as she presented the wet plug to her father, it was very warm to the touch.  Her father grabbed it, wiped it off with a rag, and then set it down, before sitting down on the edge of the bathtub to watch his daughter expel her first enema. 

 "I didnt lose any Daddy" she squeeled with delight at her own accomplishment. 

 "I know baby, thats very good, thats very good".

 "I could hold this forever Daddy, it feels glorious."

 "I know baby, but its time to let it out"  her now constant smile lessened as she did as she was commanded.  She contracted her stomach muscles, and the warm water began to trickle out of her puckered hole. 

 "Push out as hard as you can baby, lets see how fast you can go, itll be like a game"

 "Oh good, i love games", she said as she pressed with all of her might as the clean toilet water splashed about.

 "But theres one thing Baby, you cant pee"

 "ok Daddy" she gasp as she stopped the small trickle of golden urine.

 The splashing seemed to last for an eternity, both of their eyes fixated upon the others.  Her father reached and rubbed the flat stomach of his daughter.  "Almost done Baby?" he asked

 "Yes Daddy, almost".  The last of the water shot from her anus, and she sat there. 

 "Comeon now baby" her father said as he unrolled a bit of toilet paper and wiped her tender wet ass. 

 They both stood up, immediately, her fathers eyes snapped to the toilet.  It had been previously flushed prior to her enema expulsion, and the water was still as crystal clear as it had been before.  "Wow" he said, truly impressed, "you were cleaned out". 

 "I told you daddy" she said jokingly as she grasp his hand again.  They walked back together into his room, laying down. 

 "Youve done very good Baby, i am truly impressed"

 "Thank you Daddy, that means a lot to hear"

 He pulled her close and embraced her body.  Christina's arms wrapped around her father, her mind soared to the highest place she had ever experienced.  She had reached that fleeting feeling once more.  She began to tear up once more.  "I love you Daddy, I love you more than anything else in the entire world, I wish i would haev told you that more often Daddy, and Im so sorry that I didnt". 

 He looked down at her, her small body wrapped around his, she looked up at him, teary eyed.  "You are my BabY girl, Never forget that. You are the only person I love in this world."  and as if almost by fate, Her father said the six words that Christina's heart was screaming.  "We were meant to be together".

 christina sat on the edge of the bed, her legs slightly spread, sitting as she normally would  if she happened to be wearing jeans.  David sat beside her, looking at his young daughter.  "It amazes me that I had some part in bringing the most beautiful creature in the world into creation.  It just boggles my mind how something so beautiful came out of me."

 "I think youre beautiful too Daddy", Christina said, her eyes full of honesty and sincerity.  "Ive always thought that we should be together too, I just didnt know how to say it to you". 

 "Can i ask you a question Baby, and please be honest with me, because Im going to be honest with you?"

 "Yes Daddy, absolutely, whats on your mind?"

 "When you masturbate, assuming that you do it a lot, what do you think about?"

 "Theres only one thing that I ever think about Daddy"... her cheeks red with embarassment..."I think of you"

 "Really Baby?"

 "Yes daddy, and in case you were wondering, I masturbate a lot"

 A sly grin came across Davids face "Really baby, tell me, how much do you masturbate?"

 Christina's cheeks reddned even more, and she looked down, "3 or 4 times a day Daddy"

 Shocked, David let out a chuckle, "You have no reason to be embarassed baby, I probably do it 5 times a day easy"  Davids arm wrapped around Christina, and he pulled her tight.

 "Well Daddy, Can I ask you a question?"

 "Go for it Baby"

 Her cheeks remained bright red, she know the answer she was about to hear, but after years of anticipation, she thought the moment would never come, "What do you think about when you masturbate Daddy?"

 "Theres only one thing I think about Baby, You and You alone".

 She looked up with tears of pure joy in her eyes,  "I love you daddy", and burried her face in Davids chest. 

 "can I ask you one more question Baby?"

 Davids chest muffled her answer of yes

 "Have you ever broken your hymen?"

 Christina pulled out and looked up, "No daddy, I would never do that" and she hesitated

 "Any reason Baby?"

 "I was saving it for you"

 "awwww  I love you Baby"

 The sun was setting in the sky, the miniblinds cast horizontal shadows against the bedroom wall.  "Looks like its time for bed", David said.

 "No Daddy", christina whimpered, "i want to savor this moment forever"

 "Dont worry baby, 'this' will never end", and he stood up, lending his hand for his daughter to pull herself up with.  He glanced down where his daughter had been sitting, there was a small wet spot.  "Hey baby, look at that", he pointed. 

 Christinas cheeks reddned once again looking at the wetspot that her pussy, and thoughts of her father, had made.  "Im sorry Daddy"

 "Dont be baby, Thats no problem" he grinned, and knelt down before the bed, bending down towards the wet spot.  "You smell glorious Baby".  Davids tongue then traced a line across the wet spot.  "And you taste twice as good". 

 Christina was now overcome with embarassment.  Her father was doing everything and saying everything right.  It was like her dreams had finally come true. 

 "Now baby, bear with me, for this may seem a little harsh, and I know it is seeing as how good youve been so far, but this is just going to last as long as it has to."  He led her over to his closet, a large walk-in closet.  He opened it, showing the interior.  A pillow, two bowls, and a chain mounted securely with metal mountings were all that was inside.  He kissed her forehead softly, then motioned for her to enter.

 "But daddy..."... her smile faded

 "Like I said Baby, this will just last as long as it has to" He held her hands and guided her down onto the pillow.  She sat on it and waited patiently for her fathers next move.  He bent down and attached the chain to her collar with a padlock, the key to which he kept on a chain around his neck.  He stood up, looking at his daughter, the most beautiful human being ever to be born, chained up like a dog in his closet, sitting on nothing but a pillow. 

 "What are these bowls for DAddy?" she asked

 "One is for number 1 and number 2" he said jokingly, "and the second one is for later, dont worry about that one yet"

 "Ok Daddy"

 "One more thing Baby, and this is very important, and must be followed"

 "WHat is it daddy?"
 
 "You may not masturbate at all Baby, you may not touch yourself at all"

 ...she signed, for she knew what she had intended to do for countless hours into the night, "Yes Daddy, I promise"

 "Good Girl" he bent down and kissed her on the forehead once more, "I love you Baby"

 "I love you too daddy"

 And with that David closed the closet door, securing it with a latch on the outside.  He laid down and quickly fell asleep with dreams of his young nubile daughter running through his head.  His daughter sat for hours dreaming about what was to come, if her daddy would in fact, take her virginity, and when she would reach that truly 'special place' again.  She fell asleep sitting indian style with her back against the wall.

"Ok that will be all the questions for now dear." The doctor told me while opening the cabinet. He took out a patient gown and placed it on my bed. "Take off all of your clothes and put that on, please. I will be back in a few minutes." The doctor walked out of the room and closed the door.

I was breathing a whole lot better since i got the medication. I stood up and took off all of my clothes. Unfortunately it was in front of my mom but that was ok. We weren’t shy around each other naked. I tied the gown and lay back in the bed.

The doctor walked back in. "Ok well we are going to have you stay over for the night to keep an eye on you." He glanced at my mom. "You may stay here for the night or you can go back home, I’m sure your daughter will be safe here." She thought about it for a moment.

"Ya, I suppose I will go back home, I need to get to work in the morning. Good night dear. Hope you feel better." She grabs her purse and leaves."

"I will have the nurse come in for a check up in a moment, if you need anything press this buzzer, he points to the little button by my bed."

"Ok, got it" I said. He walked out of the room closing the door behind up. I laid in silence and boredom for a while. About 5 minutes and the nurse entered. She was a young looking blonde girl. Her uniform was more like a dress, it was pretty short and the top 3 buttons were unbuttoned exposing the top of her chest. Not much cleavage though.

"Hey there, Hun. My name is Jessica, and I'm going to need to do some check ups on you." She placed her clip board on the desk and scribbled a few words on it. "Ok first I’m going to check your heart beat. She pulls the stethoscope off her neck and clips it on her ears. "I need to untie your gown a little so that i can get access to your chest and back." She unties it from the back and lets the top half of the gown fall to my lap, revealing my milky breasts. "Breath real deep for me, ok babe?"

"Ok, got it." The cold air blew on my bare nipples and it started to get them hard. She placed the cold end of her stethoscope on my back and I breathed in and out real deep. She moved it to 3 places on my back. She then placed it on my chest. I breathed in and out again and she placed the cold device right above my nipple, then between my breasts. She rested her wrist on top my breast.

"Ok that’s done. Now could you lie down please?" I did as i was told and she leaned over me and put pressure on the sides of my stomach in a few places. "Does this hurt, at all?"

"No, just feels weird." She giggled a little and then pulled my gown down a little just above my vagina. She started putting pressure on my bladder and moved nearly to my vagina.

"Ok looks pretty good." She marks some stuff on her clip board. "I have a few more checks that I’m going to need to do. This is a regular check up for all patients that attend the hospital, so just relax." She marks a little more on the clip board and then starts to rub my stomach, and then up to my breasts. "Just checking for breast cancer, try to relax." I was a very shy girl. I didn’t respond to much she said. I just nodded.

She rubbed her fingers over the sides of my breasts and bottom. She then rubbed my nipples and upper chest. I twitched in excitement. It felt so good for her soft hands to touch me. She marks a few more on the board.

"Now I need to make some checks around your vagina for any diseases." She pulled down the rest of my gown, revealing my freshly shaved vagina. My clitoris was swollen and my vagina was dripping wet. She started to giggle a little at my physical arousal. "Are you getting excited from this? Don’t worry, a lot of people do. You should see the men when I do this check up, they are as stiff as a board."

I giggled a little nervously.

"Don’t talk much? You don’t have to be shy around me. Its the doctors you should worry about. Those horny bastards are always pinching my ass when I walk past."

"How terrible. You’re very pretty." I blushed a little. I could tell she was trying to come on to me; I was just trying to keep up.

"Aww, thank you. You’re pretty too. And your young breasts are so soft, not too big, and not too small. I’m jealous. I would let you touch mine but that would be a little unprofessional. I work all night so I will be back a little later and-- Well let’s continue with the check up."

"Ok" She began to massage my vagina lips and spread them apart and look inside. "Don’t you ever use gloves?"

"I do sometimes, but with people like you I don’t really feel comfortable with them, I can’t check for disease as well. You know? They are sort of like a restriction. Well, you’re all clean." She marked some more on the board. "Well I have to get going. If you need me press the call button." She gave my clit a little rub before adding "Cutie". She left the room with a wink.

Well that was certainly unexpected, the beautiful nurse coming on to me. I slipped the rest of my gown off and just lay under the sheets. My hard nipples piercing through the sheets. I watched TV for a few hours before I had to use the bathroom. I didn’t know where it was, so I clicked the call button.

YES! Just what I had hoped, Nurse Jessica came in with a smile on here face. "What can I do for you, Hun?"

"I need to use the bathroom; I don’t know where it is."

"Oh, that’s all? Sure, babe, can you walk?"

"Yes I’m fine." I pulled back the sheets and stepped out of the bed.

"Do you always sleep in the nude?" She asked glaring down at my body.

"Always, what about you? What do you sleep in?"

"I usually just sleep in a T-Shirt. No panties or bra. Are you going to get dressed, or do you want to streak down the hall?" We both laughed and I slipped on the gown and she led me down the hall to the restroom.

"Ok here you go, Ill be outside when you are finished." I went to the bathroom and then came outside. She walked me back to the room and I sat back on the bed. "Is there anything else I can do for you?"

"Ummm," I thought for a while. I wanted to get her to take off her clothes, but I don’t want to freak her out. "I could use a sponge bath" I smiled at her. She looked a little shocked and excited at the same time. She looked as though she was glad I finally did a little coming on to her.

"Sure, I could do that. Just go ahead and strip down again and lay down on the bed." She pulled out a large yellow sponge from the shelf and rinsed it on the sink. She walked up to my bed and started to rub the sponge against my chest. The warm water made me so hot, I was dying for her to touch me.

"How’s this?" She asked.

"Its fantastic! It feels so good." I tried thinking of a way to get her out of those damn clothes! BUT HOW? "Maybe, when you have the time, I could give you a sponge bath?" My face turned red, I was scared of her reaction. She looked shocked. But then she smiled.

"Oh, so you want to give me a bath now, do you?" She rubbed her fingers over my lips. She walked over to the door and locked it.

"How about you be the nurse for a while?" She asked, licking her glossed lips. My eyes widened. I couldn’t believe this was happening.

"Ok, that works." I stood up. "Maybe you should change into the gown?"

"Ok" She nodded, slowly unbuttoning her blouse. Revealing her beautiful cleavage. She then took off her entire blouse and dropped it to the floor. She stood before me in a white transparent bra and thong. This was too good to be true. "What do you think?"

"Oh my god, you are so beautiful." She then slipped off her bra revealing her dark nipples. They were very perky. Then she slipped off her thong. Her vagina was so matured and hairless.

"How about we skip the bath and just fool around?" She asked giving me a sexy look; she reached out and put her hands around my waist. She moved one to my face and gave me a soft passionate kiss on the lips. I kissed her back with a little tongue. She swirled her tongue around mine.

She moved her hands up to my breasts and pinched and twisted my nipples.

I let out a slight moan. She slid her soft tongue up my face. She pressed her nipples up against mine. She grasped my butt and picked me up, I wrapped my legs around her waist. She lifted me up and put me on the bed.

She kneeled down by my vagina. Naturally, I spread my legs. She started to lick my pussy. She slid her tongue inside my vagina, precum stringing off her tongue.

I ran my hands through her hair moaning uncontrollably.

"Do you want to suck on my nipple?"

"Hell yes, I said out of breath." I stood up off the bed and she laid down on it. I got on top of her and hovered over her body. I laid my tongue on her nipple and began to swirl it around. I then started to suck on her nipple like a baby. She moaned and I could feel my juices running down my leg onto hers.

She started to moan very load. And our night had only begun.

 

Please leave comments on my story; if I get enough positive results, I might make a second entry.

 

“Steve!” I was snapped from my pleasant daydream and glanced up to see Carlos and Brandon walking towards me.

 

Carlos is Puerto Rican (although he looks at least half black), about 5’ 8” or 5’ 9”, with very short hair, kind of like a buzz cut, a goatee and a perpetual five o’clock shadow. He shaves before he goes to sleep at night so he has that day’s growth thing going for him. When I first met him, he was shooting for the Bob Marley look with long dreads, but he’s since cut it all off, going instead for a more professional appearance. He claims he doesn’t smoke, but he’s always got that half-lidded look of the constantly stoned. You know Jim Bruer of SNL fame (think Goat Boy) and the movie Half Baked? Like that, only Puerto Rican.

 

Brandon is a bit taller and, as I said before, Navajo. He’s got the tanned skin and dark hair that he keeps fairly short (although it’s always kind of messed up), with eyes so slanted that until he told me, I thought he was Japanese. He always looks as if he’s preoccupied. Like his mind is wondering off to other places. Not the most dependable of guys, but we liked him anyway.

 

I met Carlos through some other friends of mine, but we never hung out until we ended up sharing some classes in school. Brandon I met in class as well. All of us had graduated and were seeking fulfillment in the real world without much success at that point. Carlos and Brandon were now roommates.

 

“Hey! Right on time.” I said, “Have a seat.”

 

“So what’s up Steve,” Carlos asked. “You look nice. Are you sure we aren’t celebrating something?”

 

“I just wanted to get together and have a good time. Ready for some fun?”

 

“What did you have in mind?” Brandon asked.

 

I looked at him and Carlos, debating on how much to tell them. I didn’t want to lie to them, but I couldn’t really tell them what was going on either.

 

“Anything you want, you just say the word.”

 

“I want the Fanta girls.” Carlos exclaimed, him and Brandon sharing a laugh. “What are you smoking? Can I have some.”

 

He and Brandon shared a laugh while I just looked at them smiling.

 

“You doubt my powers?”

 

“Whatever,” Carlos said. “Are you drunk this early in the afternoon?” He sniffed my empty glass of lemonade. “No liquor in here, is there? Are we going to have to do an intervention on you?”

 

“No, I’m straight.” I sat and thought for a moment then decided. “I think I know a good way to start off. Come with me.” I got up and started walking out of the atrium, when I glanced back to see if they were following. They were just sitting there.

 

“Come on,” I insisted, and gestured them to stand up. They both slid out of the seat, giving me curious looks and followed me out into the main restaurant area.

 

The way Gameworks is set up, you can look down onto the arcade floor from the restaurant. It’s got a lot of open areas in the floor where you can stand and look down on all the people milling about. The object is probably to get you to see how much fun they’re having and go down and spend more money. I walked up to one of the railings and looked down, and Brandon and Carlos walked along either side of me and looked down also.

 

“You okay,” Carlos asked. “You’re acting kind of weird.”

 

I didn’t answer, instead I said, “See anything you like?”

 

“Like what?” Brandon asked, not getting my meaning.

 

“Girls, women, poon-tang.” I told him, nodding my head in the direction of all the people downstairs.

 

“Oh...well yeah, sure. There’s some good looking girls down there,” he said. “We saw this one girl coming in, she was wearing this really tight short skirt and this tiny little halter. She was fucking hot!”

 

“Oh yeah,” Carlos chimed in.

 

“Do you see her? Point her out to me, then go and introduce yourself,” I told him.

 

“No way, I need a few beers before I’ll do that. Shit, probably not even then. She was...wooo.”

 

“What about you Carlos? You see any girl down there you want?”

 

“Yeah, but I’m not going to go up and just talk to them.”

 

“Why?” I asked him.

 

“Because, man. I just...wouldn’t. Why don’t you go up to a girl and talk to her.”

 

“I did,” I said, thinking of Katie. “She’s out in the mall right now doing a bit of shopping, she’ll be back in awhile. Now it’s your turn.”

 

“I’m not going to walk up to some random girl and talk to her. What would I say?”

 

“It doesn’t matter. You can say anything you want. Tell her the short-cut in Photoshop to create a new layer, it won’t make a bit of difference. I’ll bet you money that if you pick a girl and go up to her, she’ll be yours for the night.” I looked across at him and then over at Brandon. “Same goes for you too Brandon. Any girl in here.

 

“Are you out of your damn mind?” Carlos said.

 

“Really,” Brandon replied. “If it were that easy I’d have brought that hot chick up here with me.”

 

“You’re right,” I agreed, ”it normally doesn’t work like that. But this time it will be different.” I paused for a moment. “This time, I’m going to give her to you.” I backed up from the railing so I could look at both of them at the same time. They turned around and gave me critical and somewhat concerned looks.

 

“You can’t give us a girl,” Carlos said, incredulously. “She’s...she’s not yours.”

 

“Think of it more like borrowing,” I told him. “I’m borrowing her for the night and loaning her to you. Try me. Pick a girl out from the restaurant, any girl it doesn’t matter. Point her out to me.”

 

“What?” Carlos shared a look with Brandon. I could tell they were thinking me unwell at that point. I was getting a little frustrated. I was tired of explaining.

 

“Just do it. Pick someone.”

 

“Okay Steve, calm down,” Carlos said. He looked around the restaurant and a girl caught his eye sitting in a table across the floor on the other side of the restaurant. “Her,” he said, pointing to a blonde girl hunched over the table flipping through a menu. “How about her? Happy now?”

 

I looked to where he pointed, giving her a quick once over. She was attractive from what I could tell. She’d work for this demonstration.

 

“She’ll do. Now watch.”

 

I stretched out my will and slipped it into her mind. There was no outward effect on me as I was doing this. As far as Carlos and Brandon were concerned, I was standing there staring at her. Her name was Ronee, she was 22 and here with her friend Ashley, who was currently in the restroom Funny, I thought girls always went to the restroom together.  

 

“Ronee.”

 

She brought her head up and looked around. She thought she heard someone say her name.

 

“Over here, babe. I’m the one in the middle”

 

She looked across the room and caught sight of me standing between Carlos and Brandon. Her mind was beginning to fill with confusion and the slightest tremor of fear. Both Carlos and Brandon saw her start looking around and then looking right at me.

 

“What the hell...?” Carlos said.

 

Ignoring his comments, I continued. I filled her mind with calming and happy feelings. A rub here, a nuzzle there. I could try and explain to you how I did that, manipulating person’s emotions and thoughts (and I’ve tried in the past) but I’ve found it’s like trying to explain color to someone who has never seen. How would you explain red to a blind person?

 

“Come over here Ronee, just for a minute.”

 

{O..Okay}

 

She got up and began to walk across the restaurant towards us. I kept a lid on any feelings of panic or fear that might crop up because someone was inside her mind talking to her. Most people aren’t used to that.

 

“Is she...is she coming over here?” Brandon looked from me to her and back at me again.

 

“Yep. Her name is Ronee.” I told him, still focusing on her.

 

“This is a joke, right? You planned this out.” There was a hint of desperation in Carlos’ voice.

 

“You picked her,” I said, matter-of-factly.

 

Ronee was walking across the walkway over the arcade, seconds from arriving. Her eyes were locked on mine. As she walked over, I took complete control of her body. If I asked her to throw herself off the walkway she would have done so without a second thought. Carlos and Brandon had both taken a step back from me, wide-eyed and apprehensive.

 

Ronee rounded the little corner and approached me, stopping a couple of feet away. She gave Carlos and Brandon a brief glance, then looked back at me.

 

“So..okay, I’m here. Do I know you?” She cocked her head and studied my face.

 

“No, you don’t babe. I just need to settle a bet with my two buddies here. Do you mind?”

 

“Will it take long, I’m here with a friend so...”

 

“Just few minutes, I promise.” I assured her.

 

“Okay then, what do you need.”

 

“Ronee, if I asked you to get on your knees right now, in front of Carlos,” I gestured to him, “And take out his dick and suck it, would you?”

 

“Sure. Do you want me to?” She began to walk towards Carlos, whose mouth had hit the floor.

 

“Not right now,” I told her. “Can Brandon feel your tits though?”

 

“Uh-huh.” She said with a smile and walked over to him, puffing out her chest. “Here ya go.”

 

Brandon looked from her to me to back at her chest, his eyes wide. “For real?”

 

“Sure, go ahead. She wants you to,” I said. “Carlos, jump in too. She doesn’t mind, do you Ronee?”

 

“Nope, go ahead.” She twisted a little bit, shaking her wares in Brandon’s face and flashing Carlos a little smile.

 

Brandon brought his hand up and ran it over her breast, his eyes like saucers. Getting no protest, he gave it a gentle squeeze. “Holy shit!” and he let out a laugh.   “Carlos man, you gotta feel this!”

 

I arched an eyebrow at Carlos, who had gone very still. He just shook his head at me then looked back at Brandon who was really starting to enjoy himself. He’d brought both hands up and had a breast in each one, massaging them and grinning like drunk circus clown.

 

“Suit yourself,” I told Carlos. “Anyway, I think that’s enough for now. Ronee, you can go back to your table.”

 

“Aww, it was just starting to get fun,” she pouted. Ronee backed away from Brandon who looked as if he just found out there was no Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny raped and killed his pet hamster.

 

“Thanks, babe. You did great. Off you go now.” I gave her a little swat on the butt as she walked away. She was a cutie.  

 

“Okay, thanks.” She smiled up at me and walked back to her table. By the time she sat back down she had forgotten the entire thing. I leaned back against the railing, crossing my arms, and gave both of them a big smile. “Believe me now?”

 

“What the fuck was that all about Stephen!” Carlos actually looked mad at me.

 

“Who cares, that was fucking awesome.” Brandon had an eager look in his eye. “Can...can I have her?.”

 

“Patience Brandon,” I told him, “There might be better ones here. Keep in mind, any woman you want. Explore a little first.”

 

He obviously had no qualms about anything. Carlos on the other hand...

 

“How can you give me any woman I want? How in hell can you do that?” Carlos demanded.

 

“I was kind of wondering that,” Brandon said timidly. He cast an anxious glance between Carlos and me.

 

So I went through the exhausting ordeal of telling them without actually telling them. Yes, I could control them, no, I can’t tell you how. Yes it’s for real, anything you want, etc. etc. It was getting very frustrating trying to explain this every time. I made a mental note not to bother anymore. Anyone I wanted to include would just get a tune up, friend or no.

 

“So,” I asked Carlos, “what’s it going to be?”

 

“I...well...I don’t know. This is just crazy. And is it right to just take women? Isn’t that rape?

 

“You can’t rape the willing.”

 

“How will they be willing if you’re controlling them?”

 

“I’ll give them gentle pushes in that direction,” I told him. “Think of it as the ultimate pick-up line. Guaranteed to work.”

 

“Yeah, but how? I just don’t get it.” Carlos said. “How...?”

 

“Carlos, if I could tell you, I would, but it’s forbidden. Just accept it. If you don’t want to take part, I’ll understand. But at least give it a try. Either way you’ve got to decide.”

 

“Let me just watch for now. Brandon is going to die if you don’t give him a woman soon.”

 

He was right, Brandon was ready to jump out of his skin with excitement. Years of sexual frustration just screaming to be released.

 

“Yeah lets go, I’m ready now!” Brandon exclaimed.

 

“Alright, lets go for a walk,” I told them and turned to head downstairs. This was going to be a lot of fun, I could tell already. It was fun exploring my newfound abilities.

 

We got downstairs, Brandon and Carlos talking amongst themselves, checking girls out and rating them. Brandon would point someone out and ask what Carlos thought and discuss whether she was the one he wanted or if they should keep looking. I let my eye wonder also, but I had Katie out there, and I was content with her for tonight.

 

“Hey Steve, are there any rules, like no one with a boyfriend or anything like that?” Brandon asked.

 

“Um...no a boyfriend is fine, I can deal with that. Try to stay around your own age though, I’d rather not give you a thirteen year old or anything like that,” I told him.

 

“Oh, no problem,” Brandon assured me and continued to glance all over. He looked like he was trying to see every girl at once. Carlos was being helpful but still looked like he was having reservations. I think he was waiting to see what happened with Brandon before he made a decision. Can’t say I blamed him really.

 

“Hey! Steve, there she is, that’s the girl we saw coming in! I want her.” Brandon called out excitedly. He was drawing a few looks from some people around us.

 

“Brandon, I need you to calm down a little bit. No need to shout. Now which one are you talking about?” I followed his gaze and saw an absolute knockout standing in a group of people by the skee-ball machines.

 

Her back was to me, but her back was plenty enough to catch my eye. If I hadn’t promised her to Brandon, I might have taken her for myself. She was short, maybe 5’ 2”, and very petite. Long hair like strands of black silk shimmered luxuriously down her back, ending about where her red tank top stopped. Her skin had a golden hue and she didn't have much of an ass to speak of, but her legs were nice. On first glance, I was thinking Asian, sometimes you can just tell. It wouldn’t surprise me; Brandon always did have a thing for Asians. Yellow fever in the worst way.

 

“You’re right, she looks pretty hot. That’s the girl you want, then?” I asked.

 

“Yes! Her, I want her. So, can I go now?”

 

“Hang on a second, let me prepare things for you” I told him. She turned and with her friends, started walking towards the back of the arcade. Yep, Asian. She was in a group of 3 other people, 2 girls and a guy. They were inconsequential. Ignoring them and focusing on this Asian beauty, I worked my magic.

 

I dove into her consciousness and explored a bit. Angela was her name. She was 18 and a senior in high school. She was a little bit freaky in the sex department. She hadn’t fucked many guys (three if you don’t count the occasional blow-job or hand-job at the end of a date) but she’d been with one other girl and made out with two others, one of her friends with her today as it happens. What’s this? 18 and already into bondage? It seems our precious Angela had a burning desire to be tied up and was even toying with the idea of a little pain mixed with her pleasure. She’d been eyeing some nipple clamps and some paddles on some online sex shop recently.   She was quite the sexual creature. Personally, I think she was miles out of Brandon’s league, but a promise was a promise.

 

“Angela, someone named Brandon is going to come up and introduce himself, and he’s going to be the most attractive man you’ve ever seen. You’re only concerns will be to please him.”

 

All of this took less then a minute. I lost sight of her as she turned a corner and walked to the back room.   “Alright Brandon, you’re all set. All you have to do is go up to her and introduce yourself.” I grinned at him. “Brace yourself though, she may be more then you can handle.”

 

“So I just walk up to her?”

 

“Just say ‘Hi, I’m Brandon’ and she’ll be yours,” I assured him.

 

“Okay...here I go.” And off he went. Carlos and I trailed behind to watch the action. Carlos hadn’t said a whole lot since we were upstairs, but I knew the curiosity was killing him.

 

Brandon was approaching Angela off in the back corner near some Silent Scope video games. Carlos and I hung out by a driving game near the entrance to this section, just watching. I could hear every word that was being said by their little group, even despite the noise of the place, but I figured Carlos couldn’t hear a thing. I wanted him to be able to hear as well, to ease his fears some.

 

“Here Carlos, listen.” And I grabbed his arm. I was working on instinct on this one. I just thought about wanting to accomplish something and I seemed to know how to do it. Carlos could suddenly hear everything I could hear, which was a lot. I had gotten used to tuning out all the crap that wasn’t important, but Carlos had no idea how to filter it out. He made a face of pain as his ears were assaulted with all the noise. I toned it down some to let him get used to it and then focused my attention on the goings on of Brandon and his new love interest.

 

“Holy shit...do you hear this all the time?” Carlos’s eyes were wide with wonder.

 

“Shhh. Listen.”

 

“....mom is such a bitch!   She told me that–   Eww, .Angela, I think this guy is coming over here to talk to you. God, could he stare any harder?”

 

Angela looked around, as well as the rest of her friends, all of them eying Brandon as he approached.

 

“Oh great.” Angela groaned. She turned to face Brandon, who was oblivious to their scornful stares. He only had eyes for his Asian goddess. All of them were waiting in quiet anticipation to see how Angela would shoot him down.

 

Under other circumstances, it would have been painful to watch. Getting turned down is embarrassing enough, but getting humiliated is just that: Humiliating. You could see from her stance that she didn’t even intend to be nice about it. Her face was set with a frown and her arms were crossed in a defensive posture.   A bitch if ever there was one. Still, I knew what would happen, and I knew that as soon as she heard his name, she’s be much more receptive.

 

Brandon approached her.

 

“Uhh...hi. What’s your name?” he stammered out. Idiot! He wasn’t following instructions.

 

“Like I’m gonna fucking tell you. What are you even doing here? Do I look like I would ever even talk to you? Seriously, look at me, and then look at you. Are you blind or just retarded?” She scowled at him and waited for him to respond. Daring him even. Her friends snickered in the background.

 

“God damn,” Carlos said wincing. “That was harsh. I thought you said she would do whatever he wanted.”

 

“She will,” I said, angrily. “He’s not doing what I told him too. He was supposed to introduce himself.”

 

Meanwhile, Brandon had visibly recoiled at the fierceness of her verbal assault. He looked back at me nervously.

 

“Tell her your name, Brandon. Say “My name is Brandon”“

 

He jerked slightly at hearing my voice in his head, but turned around and, taking a deep breath, he tried again.

 

“My..uh..My name is Brandon.”

 

The effect was instant. Her entire body softened up and her eyes sort of glazed over with lust. She dropped her arms and took a step towards Brandon, who stepped back a bit, thinking she was going to smack him.

 

“Hi Brandon.” She smiled warmly. “My name is Angela, it’s nice to meet you. I’m sorry if I was a bitch, but I get a lot of guys that try to hit on me and sometimes I have to be tough with them. Will you forgive me?” She pouted and hugged herself to Brandon’s body, running one hand over his back and another over his chest.

 

“Uh..yeah, sure. No problem.”

 

“Goody,” she squealed. “Brandon...do you want to get out of here?”

 

“Angela, what are you doing!” Her friend yelled. “He’s nasty, what’s wrong with you.”

 

Angela cast an evil look back at her. “Shut up, skank. Why don’t you take your bulimic ass and get a milk shake or something?”

 

Her friend’s mouth dropped in shock.” What?” Her mouth dropped. “What the hell?”

 

“Just leave us alone,” she spat back.

 

“Ugh! Lets get out of here.” She began to walk away, but the two friends were standing there silently, not sure who to side with. “.Are you forgetting we all came in my car? “Hello!? Unless you want to fucking walk home, you better come with me.”

 

“Sorry Angela, Jessica’s our ride.” Chris muttered. Beth made small noise of agreement.

 

“Whatever, I don’t care.” Angela said, venomously. “I don’t need a ride in that ho-bags car.”

 

“God, you’re such a bitch!” Jessica screamed. “Good luck with your new boyfriend.” She stalked off, Beth and Chris following slowly behind.

 

“Finally,” Angela gushed. “So, you want to go back to your place? My parents are home, so we can’t go there.”

 

Damn, she was really taking charge.

 

“Uh...I...” But that’s all he got out. I think he was too shocked to speak.

 

“We can’t leave yet, see if she’s hungry or something, go upstairs and get something to eat. Put it on my tab. Or play some games, but Carlos still needs a woman, and I’m waiting for someone.”

 

He looked at me and nodded. “Umm..I can’t leave right now, but are you hungry? We can get some food or something.”

 

“Sure, whatever you want Brandon. Let’s go.” She grabbed his arm and led him up the back steps to the restaurant, Brandon followed dumbly behind. Yeah, definitely too much woman for him. He looked down at Carlos and me with a huge grin and mouthed a ‘Hell Yeah’ to us and gave a thumbs up sign with his free hand as he rounded the corner and went out of sight. I released Carlos’ arm.

 

“So...what did you think?” I asked Carlos.

 

“That was...I mean...she really...damn.” I don’t think he knew what to think really. I can’t say I blamed him, he’d just witnessed and experienced something that was completely out of the norm. “I need to sit down for a minute.”

 

He took a seat on the steps that led up to the drivers seat of the video game and put his head in his hands. “All that noise I heard, is that what you’re hearing right now?” he glanced up at me.

 

“Sort of. I tune most of it out. It’s just like background noise to me. Like when an air conditioner kicks on: You hear it at first, but then it just sort of disappears and you only hear it if you focus on it. I can hear everything everyone is saying, every click and beep of every video game and everything in between. Unless I focus on a particular conversation or noise though, it’s no more intrusive then the air conditioner. It took some getting used to, but once you get it down, you do it without thinking about it.”

 

“Are you reading my mind?”

 

“No. Do you want me to?”

 

“Hell no, stay out of my head man. Could I keep you out?”

 

“I...I don’t know. Maybe. I haven’t had anyone try and resist me yet. Nine times out of ten, the person isn’t even aware of what I’m doing.   Angela has no clue why she’s suddenly so hot for Brandon, and she doesn’t care. The question will never even come up, she’ll be too intent on satisfying him.”

 

“How long will she be like that?” He asked. He had leaned back and was giving me questioning looks.

 

“Probably until I tell her to stop.” I said. “I don’t want to make her his slave, just a quick night of fun. Trust me, she is far from innocent. If you knew the crap that goes in her head, you would be more worried about what she might do to Brandon then the other way around. He’ll be smiling for a week straight after tonight.” Then, thinking of her bondage tendencies I added, “Probably walking funny too.”

 

“So,” I said, “what’s it going to be? Going home and watching The Jamie Kennedy Experience reruns, or getting laid?

 

“You swear no one will get hurt and it won’t be rape?”

 

“I swear. I’m not getting you a girlfriend, I’m just getting you some pussy.”

 

“Alright then.” He took a deep breath. “I want her.”

 

Damn that was quick. He’d apparently already picked her out while Brandon had been looking around. And to think I doubted him. He pointed over to the air hockey tables, where there was a black girl leaned over playing air hockey with a rather imposing looking black guy. I looked her up and down and she wasn’t bad as far as black girls go. I’m not normally attracted to them. Just not my thing. Carlos liked them though.

 

She was kind of tall for a girl, a little taller than Carlos, with large tits. You couldn’t help but notice them because she was wearing a tight shirt with a low neckline. Her hair was done up very nicely with braids that were pulled back in a ponytail and swayed with her movements. Her skin wasn’t really dark, more a mocha color I guess. Her face was smooth and she had a big smile. Not bad at all.

 

“Nice,” I told him. “I guess you don’t mind that that guy is her boyfriend. Her very large boyfriend.”

 

“You said that wouldn’t be a problem.”

 

“Oh it’s not, just wanted to make sure you were okay with it.”

 

“Fuck him,” was all he said.

 

“Yeah, fuck him.” I replied with a small laugh. “Your wish is my command.”

 

“Darrell, go home.”

 

And just like that Darrell dropped his air hockey thing, turned and walked out the door, leaving the girl, Tasha, standing there in confused silence.

 

“You’re better off without him Tasha. Come over here and say hi.”

 

She abandoned the game and walked over to us, a puzzled expression on her face. I gave her pretty much the same commands I had given Angela. Her face lit up with a wide grin at seeing Carlos.

 

“Hey, baby,” She said softly.

 

“Tasha, Carlos; Carlos, Tasha. Carlos, Tasha likes to be kissed on her shoulders and down her back. Also she goes wild for foot massages and...bring some whipped cream.”

 

“How do you know that?” Tasha said, with surprise. I just grinned at her.

 

“Carlos, I’m sure you’ll have a fabulous time filling her in on all you’re little quirks and desires. I think you’ll find her a most willing partner.”

 

“I can’t believe this,” Carlos exclaimed.

 

“Believe it man, it doesn’t get more real. Now, as soon as my date gets back, we’ll get out of here and let the fun continue. Go upstairs and find Brandon, I’ll be along as soon as Katie shows up. Have some food if you’re hungry.”

 

“Okay,” Carlos said. “You hungry Tasha?”

 

“Sure, I could eat. Will we be leaving soon because I want to get you alone.” She hugged him tight to herself, grabbing his ass with both hands and nibbling on his neck.

 

“Whoa!” Carlos laughed. Am I good or what.

 

He headed off upstairs and I wondered around waiting for Katie. Thankfully I didn’t have to wait long, because I was getting impatient. I had been keeping an eye on the mall entrance so I could see her when she came in, and see her I did. She looked fabulous. She had ditched the pants for a black skirt that billowed enticingly around her thighs. It was cut so that it didn’t really come to rest against her skin, but sort of hovered over it. If she were to turn suddenly or bend over, you’d get a great view of her upper thighs and maybe a flash of her ass. It seemed designed for letting guys run their hands up girls legs. No complaints here.

 

That was just the first thing I noticed, she had fantastic legs. They weren’t as well muscled as Kristel’s were. Katie was curvier, where as Kristel was a little more trim but with curves in all the good places. I don’t care for really skinny girls, a man needs a little something to grab on too.

 

The blouse she chose was a simple one. A red shimmering silk deal with black buttons that accented her hair nicely. The hair itself she had pulled back into a ponytail and gave me a wonderful view of her neck. Yum. Even after all this time I still get that tingly feeling when I think about her. I wasn’t the only one who noticed, several guys were checking her out.

 

She didn’t see me standing there, she was headed up stairs. She smiled and waved at a couple of her coworkers, who were eyeing her curiously and began to step lightly up the steps.

 

“Down here sweetness”

 

The shock of my voice in her head made her stumble and she had to grab the railing with both hands to steady herself. Once she was back on her feet she turned to look down at the crowd of people searching for me.

 

“Hello” And I waved to get her attention. When she saw me she broke into a big smile and bounded down the few steps to the ground and sauntered towards me.

 

“You scared me.” She looked up sweetly at me. That heavy lavender sent washed over me again. It made me want to curl into her body and lie there forever.

 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to. You look amazing. Really, I mean...wow!” I gave her a long look up and down while she stood there blushing at my attention.

 

“Do you like it?” She made a little twirl. “I hope I didn’t take to long, but I wanted to look nice.”

 

“I like it very much.” I placed my hand on her neck and pulled her to me firmly tilting her head up. Her eyes widened in anticipation and she licked her lips quickly as I brought my face down to hers to kiss her. She came up on her tip toes a little and leaned into me as I sucked her tongue gently into my mouth, my other hand going around her waist. As first kisses go, it was a good one.

 

After holding it just long enough to garner some stares from the people around us. I pulled my head back and Katie came down off her toes and rested her body against mine. Her eyes were still closed and she gave her lips a slow caress with her tongue as she inhaled deeply. Her eyelids fluttered open like she’d been sleeping and when she met my gaze her pupils were large with arousal.

 

“Was that more magic?”

 

I chuckled. “Nope, that was just me.”

 

“Wow,” She took a deep breath. “Jason never kisses me like that. His are always kind of sloppy and, like...I dunno, like he’s trying to lick my teeth or something. Not like that.”

 

“Well I do what I can,” I said, and I leaned in to give her another kiss, this one less passionate, but no less warm.

 

After we were done, she took a step back, smiled big and said, “I’ve got something for you.” She held up a little read bag that said Saks Fifth Avenue on the front.

 

“Oh, and what’s in here?”

 

“Take a look.”

 

I took the bag from her and when I opened it, I caught that satiny smell of sex as it came floating from within. I looked in and saw two pairs of panties. One, a pink pair with little flowers on it, crumpled a little, with a fading damp spot still visible on the crotch. The other, a black, finely knit lace pair with several shear parts that looked like it came from the Victoria’s Secret Fuck Me page. The kind that aren’t meant to be worn, but removed. The tag was still on it.

 

“So if you’re not wearing these...?” I gave her an inquiring glance.

 

“I have to go upstairs and get my purse,” she said with a wicked smile. She turned with her hands clasped behind her back and took off up the stairs, casting a flirting glance back at me. I think I had underestimated my precious Katie. My cock gave a lurch.

 

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I went into the atrium to find Carlos and Brandon while I waited for Katie. They were sitting in the booth with their new friends finishing off a big order of nachos and groping each other. Angela was actually straddling Brandon’s lap while she fed him chips. While he would chew, she let her hands roam over his body, sometimes dipping down to where they were joined, making Brandon jump and laugh.

 

Carlos was sitting on the outer edge of the booth, Tasha on the inside leaning against the wall. She had her legs over his lap and was sipping on a drink while Carlos ran his hands over her exposed flesh. It was almost like he was daring himself to go higher up her thighs with each pass. Everyone was smiling big and having a good time.

 

Brandon caught site of me. “Steve! Man! You are my god. This is awesome. This is the best day of my life.” Angela didn’t seem to care about me, she put her arms around Brandon’s shoulders and started kissing his neck and his ear. Her hips were grinding slightly and suddenly Brandon forgot about me too and started kissing her back.

 

“I don’t know how   you did it, and you know what, I don’t care.” Carlos said, his hands never stopping and a Cheshire cat smile on his face.

 

“I’m glad you guys are having fun. You ready for your next surprise?”

 

“If it’s anything like this one, bring it on,” Brandon said, looking up from Angela. She too had turned to look at me. “Who is this,” she asked Brandon. I think she was mad that I was interrupting.

 

“This is my friend Steve. He’s the one that gave you to–”

 

“No!, Don’t tell her!” I was beginning to think I might not be able to trust Brandon with this kind of information. He stuttered and tried to make a recovery.

 

“I mean, uh, he’s the one who, uh–”

 

“Whose paying for the food,” I interjected.

 

“Oh,” said Angela. “Thanks then.” And she turned her attention back to Brandon.

 

“So Steve, what’s the next surprise.” Carlos asked.

 

I reached into my pocket and dug out the deliveries that David had brought to me. “This, and this,” In my hand I held two sets of keys, the black and red leather key rings emblazoned with a Toyota logo. Both of their eyes had gone wide. “Carlos, do you like red, or black,” I asked him.

 

“No way...”

 

“Come, come,” I jingled the keys. “Time is of the essence, and I don’t think the manager can shrug off the complaints he’s getting about what’s going on in here much longer.” Even the girls had started to pay attention to me. “So will it be red, or black?”

 

“Uh...uh...red. No! Black, I want black.” Carlos exclaimed.

 

“Brandon, that means this one’s for you.” And I tossed him the red key chain while tossing Carlos the black one. “And if you take these tickets to the valet, he’ll bring it up for you.” I set the corresponding tickets down on the table.

 

“Are you serious,” Brandon asked, eyeing the key chain with amazement. “We get cars? What kind?”

 

“Two Toyota Celicas. It’s got an excellent system, rims, the whole nine yards. It was a rush job, but I’m sure they look good.”

 

“Oh my god!” Brandon said.

 

“He got you a new car, baby?” Tasha asked Carlos.

 

“Looks that way.” he told her.

 

“Kick ass,” Angela said, looking at the keys in Brandon’s hand.

 

“But wait, there’s more,” I told them.

 

“Christ Steve,” said Carlos, “this is too much already. I mean damn, a car?”

 

“Just one more thing,” I assured him. I dug out my wallet and pulled out two credit card sized pieces of plastic and set them each down, one in front of each of them. Brandon picked it up and read what it said. “Phoenix Hilton, Spa and Resort Room 1208.”

 

“Room 1205,” Carlos read off. “Damn...”

 

Katie walked in just then. She came up behind me, putting her hand on my back and then wrapping it around my waist. “Back!” she said. “Are these your friends?”

 

“Yep. Guys this is Katie. Katie, this is Carlos and Brandon, and their dates.” They both eyed her approvingly and gave me a knowing look.

 

“Hi,” said Katie, giving them a little wave.

 

“Hey,” they both said. The girls ignored her.

 

Katie pulled me closer leaning her head up to my neck, “Are we leaving now?”

 

“What do you think guys? Ready to leave now? The Hilton awaits.”

 

“Hell yeah, lets get out of here. Ready to go Tasha?” Carlos asked her.

 

“Mmmm, about time.” she said.

 

“Bran-” I started, but Angela had already pulled him from the booth and was dragging him out the door.

 

“Come on Brandon, I want to see your new ride.”

 

“See you guys at the hotel.” Brandon called back, and he was gone. Carlos wasn’t far behind, but he wasn’t being dragged. I gave them a silent command for no sex while the car was in motion, I didn’t want them dying on the way. I wasn’t so much worried about Carlos, but I had a suspicion that Angela wouldn’t wait to get downtown before she tore into Brandon. That girl was an animal.

 

“You ready to get out of here, Katie?”

 

“Are we going to the Hilton too?” She blushed.

 

“The Presidential Suite. Nothing but the best.” I told her. She gave a little squeal of delight and grabbed my hand and started to pull me along as well.

 

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The majority of you will never see the presidential suite of anything, and for that I am truly sorry. Depending on the locale, it can be like stepping into a fantasy land. The quality of everything is top notch. Only the ‘creme de la crème’, all the way down to the toilet paper. I’ve never checked but it feels like there are strands of silk intertwined and blended with the tissue. Fucking amazing.

 

I pushed the double doors open with a grand gesture and Katie ran in, practically overflowing with excitement. She ran around looking at everything, calling out “Oh my god!” and “look at this!” for about fifteen minutes..

 

The suite at the Hilton occupies one whole wing of the top floor. The living area is so big it’s more like a ballroom with couches and lounge chairs. There were four bedrooms, all of them bigger then my whole apartment, and you could have fit my childhood home in the master bedroom, with ample room to spare. Polished silver and gold adorned all the fixtures. The bar, the bar glasses, a lot of the tables were inlaid with precious metals, even the flushers on the toilets are gold.

 

I let Katie have her run of the place and explore for a bit. I had checked the rooms out earlier in the day so I was already acquainted with everything. I walked over to the bar and poured myself a drink of some kind of brandy. I don’t remember what it was, but I know it was the smoothest alcohol I had ever tasted and it hit me quick. Good stuff. I was buzzing pleasantly when I tracked Katie down in the bathroom.

 

She was staring goggle-eyed at the bathtub. It’s a bathtub in only the loosest sense of the word, it’s the size of a small backyard pool. Made of black marble and veined with gold, it’s equipped with gleaming faucets at both ends, bench seats all around as well as Jacuzzi jets spaced along the floor and walls.

 

“Want to try it out?” I asked her, sipping my brandy.

 

“Oh my God! Yeah! But, out you go, you can’t come in yet. She ran up to me and spun me around and pushed me playfully but firmly out bathroom door. “Wait till I’m ready.” She stopped at the door and started to close it.

 

“You’re getting shy now?” I asked her, laughing. I’d play along.

 

“Just wait,” she said. “It will only take a few minutes. Oh, and can I have a drink of something?”

 

“I don’t know, I could get in trouble for contributing to the delinquency of a minor,” I told her somberly.

 

She gawked at me, “Are you serious?”

 

Laughing I said, “No, just kidding babe. Did you have anything in particular?”

 

“Um...Miller Light? It’s the only thing I’ve ever drank.”

 

I made a face. “Beer is piss water, I’ll get you something better.”

 

“Okay! Give me ten minutes.” She closed the door and a few seconds later I heard one faucet, then the other start running. I could have easily peeked, but I was enjoying the game too.

 

I went over to the bar and started to prepare her a strawberry daiquiri. As I was blending it up, I decided to take a quick peek to see how Carlos and Brandon were doing. I’d been in their rooms earlier to check them out, so I didn’t have to guess at where they were. First up was Carlos.

 

He’d moved his way into the bedroom of the suite with Tasha spread naked on the bed in front of him, propped up on some pillows and smiling lustily down at him. He was sitting in his boxer shorts, cross-legged, and rubbing oil into her feet one at a time. Seems he was taking my advice to heart. Tasha would moan every few minutes and writhe a bit on the bed, alternately pinching her nipples and stroking her pussy which was already glistening. I have to admire Carlos, I don’t think I could have been that patient. He looked cool and confident, like he was in total control of the situation. He was doing fine. I left him and went to check on Brandon.

 

Talk about a different moods. Where as Carlos and Tasha were going slow and taking their time, Brandon and Angela were rushing into it like a pair of charging bulls. They had taken some of the belts off of the robes and Brandon had her tied to the posts of the bed, face down and spread eagle. No doubt at her urging. Her arms were tied at the head of the bed and her feet at the other end. Her ass was pink with hand prints and she was moaning out for him to hit her harder.

 

Brandon was naked, with a hard-on that looked like you could bend steel around it, and looked to be in a state of shock. I don’t think this was what he had in mind. Not that he wasn’t willing, but regular sex was a big deal for him and this was freaky advanced sex. I took a quick sample of his thoughts and saw that he had no idea what he was doing. He was doing what she told him and she wasn’t enjoying it near as much. I gave him a few suggestions on how to proceed, and tweaked him a bit to put him in more of a dominating mood. The effect was instant. His entire posture changed.

 

“You like that bitch?” SMACK!

 

“Oh god, yes! Harder please.”

 

“Master! Call me Master!” he demanded

 

I saw her shudder with a little mini-orgasm. This is exactly what she wanted. I told you; a freaky bitch. “Master! Harder Master!”

 

‘Damn right.” SMACK!

 

“You go Brandon, smack that ass,” I laughed to myself.

 

Katie’s call brought me back. “I’m reeeady!” her disembodied voice called from the other room. After watching that little display, so was I.

 

I poured her drink into a glass and walked into the bathroom. When I opened the door, steam came billowing out. I looked towards the tub and saw a mountain of bubbles. Several mountains in fact. Aroma therapy scents were pervading the room. It was so heavy it was almost hard to breathe. I figured most of that was my enhanced sense of smell and I eased the sensitivity down a bit. Better.

 

Towards one end of the tub, I saw a dark red patch of curling hair, still back in a ponytail and dampened with moisture. She pushed a few piles of soap out of the way and stared up at me, all innocence and unrealized sexuality. I walked over to her and handed down the drink.

 

She took a sip and smiled, liking the taste. “What is it?”

 

“A strawberry daiquiri. Not too strong, but it should do the trick.”

 

“Are you coming in or am I going to sit here and get all pruny by myself?”

 

I kicked off my shoes and began to slowly undress. She looked up at me the whole time, eyes wide and smiling. Her thoughts were running wild with excitement, sex and nervous anticipation. To her this was like a dream. One of those Prince Charming fairy tale stories. Average girl meets a charming guy who just happens to be a Prince or fabulously wealthy and makes all her dreams come true. In a sense she was star struck.

 

What was nice about this, was that I had done very little to manipulate her. I had gotten her almost entirely on my own. Maybe it was my new-found confidence that did it, I don’t know, but I hadn’t instructed her to sleep with me. I gave her the instructions not to be freaked out that I was doing “magic” on her, I eased her inhibitions a tad, and the little trick with her hand, but beyond that, she had come on her own. This made me feel less like I was taking advantage of her. I wished it had been this easy with Kristel, but that was going to turn out nicely in the long run. Hopefully.

 

Naked now, I walked over to the tub and stepped down. I saw Katie glance several times at my half-hard dick and blush and look away, only to be drawn back. I smiled inwardly. The water was hot, but not so hot I couldn’t stand it. It was at that temperature where it burns when you get in initially, but then the heat soaks into your muscles and the burning becomes pleasant. The marble also did a wonderful job of radiating the heat to the parts of the body in contact with it. I’d never felt anything like it. I eased down all the way to my neck a few feet away from Katie, pushing bubbles out of my face, and sighed the deep sigh of the totally content. Well, almost content.

 

“Come here,” I told her, softly.

 

She set her drink down and scooted along the bench until she was next to me, gazing at me with a dazed look in her eyes. I sat up and turned to face her. I put my hands on her shoulders and turned her slightly and started to massage her gently. Godly powers or no, I always gave a great massage. Katie let out a long moan of pleasure and her head rolled forward. Her hands roamed around behind    her and started running them up my bare thigh, stopping just short of where my dick was raging to life. Her hesitancy only made me want her more.

 

I picked up one of the large sponges that were spaced around the tub and soaked it. I ran it over the smooth skin of her back and heard her sigh out. I slipped the sponge under the water and worked it down her side and to her stomach, rubbing in little circles and then up between her breasts. She leaned into me and let me have my way. I went down over her left breast, going slow over her nipple and loving the feeling of her shudder against me as the sponge tickled and teased her. I leaned down and kissed her earlobe and at the same time took her wandering hand in mind and placed it at my cock. After the barest hint of hesitation, she wrapped her hand around it and began to stroke it slowly. Such tiny hands she had.

 

I moaned my approval softly in her ear and began to move the sponge downward between her thighs, which she parted for me eagerly. Her breathing was coming very deep and she was resting her entire body against mine. I began to move the sponge gently over her mound and felt her arch her hips slightly at the feeling, her hand gripping my shaft a little harder. She squeaked out a noise of excitement and I moved my other hand back to her chest and let it roam over the yielding flesh of her tits and up her neck, gripping it firmly before sliding it back down in the water. We hadn’t said a word.

 

I moved the sponge away from her pussy and felt her disapproval, but slid it over the delicate flesh of her thighs and brought it back. She was ready for me this time and clamped her legs closed, squeezing the sponge into her pussy and began to move her hips. She was fucking herself with a sponge. I held my hand firm, letting her grind her pussy on the textured surface and pinched her nipple in my other hand. She’d stopped stroking my dick, simply holding on to it for the time being as she took her pleasure. Her breathing quickened and she began to moan loudly.

 

“Ooo yeah,” she squeaked. “Uh huh, uh huh.”

 

I bit her ear and gave her nipple a tug and pressed the hand that held the sponge firmly into her aching pussy, content to let her have her way. This was almost more fun then actually fucking her. Almost. My dick was aching just as badly to for release, but I didn’t press the matter. Pleasure given now is pleasure doubly received later. Take note guys.

 

“Oh god! Uh! Uh! Right there....ohhhh my goddd!” She brought her hand down on mine and pressed hard as her body began to shiver and quake. Her hips bucked once, twice, a third time, kicking up small waves that splashed over the side as she gave a final cry before settling into me, breathing in ragged gasps. After a few moments, the both of us just laying there soaking up the heat, her hand began again it’s lazy caress of my dick.

 

“This has been one of the best days of my life,” She said softly.

 

“It’s not over yet, you know.”

 

“What if...what if I can’t please you?”

 

“Are you serious?” I asked her, unbelieving.

 

“It’s just that I’ve only had sex with one guy and only a few times. You’ve made me feel so good twice already, and I don’t really know what to do for you.” She turned and put her leg over my lap and rested her head on my shoulder. I rested my chin on the top of her head.

 

I took a quick read of her thoughts and saw she was actually thinking several things but because of her relative inexperience, she was frozen with indecision and doubt. She wasn’t sexually naive, just a little shy and unsure.

 

“I think you can think of several things to do, you just don’t know how to start,” I chided her.

 

“Well...yeah okay, but what should I do.”

 

“What do you feel like doing?”

 

She got quiet for a minute as she thought things over. Finally coming to a decision she turned and stood facing me. She rose like Venus from the ocean, all water, soap and glistening flesh. Bubbles clung hungrily to her body, so close I was jealous. Water ran in rivulets all over her creamy skin, splashing to the surface.. I saw a brownish-red bush, trimmed neatly, but still there, and her pussy puffy and engorged with it’s earlier adventures. I could only gape at her. It occurred to me that it was the first time I had seen her naked. God those tits were fabulous.

 

She stepped over my legs and leaned down placing her hands on my shoulders and straddled my hips, bringing herself down with aching slowness. Her waist submerged back into the water and seconds later I felt skin brush mine and the tickling of her pussy as it settled onto me. My dick was cradled between her ass cheeks. She felt it there and, grinning at me, flexed her ass, giving it a gentle squeeze.

 

I gave a small grunt of approval and she slid downwards, pressing my dick down and allowing it to slide between her ass cheeks and around the to the front. She gasped as the head of my cock moved over her pussy, going into her hole slightly and then coming back out as she continued her slide. A small moan as it rode over her clit before breaking free and flopping against my stomach. She moved her hips back to mine and began to grind herself up and down the length of my dick. I moved my hands to her waist and helped to guide her. Her nails dug into my shoulders and she leaned in to kiss me hard. I moaned into her mouth as she continued to rub herself against me.

 

Breaking the kiss she said, “How's this?”

 

“Uhh...wonderful.” I was losing my patience for foreplay though. I’m not infinitely patient. “But this would be better.” I gripped her hips and raising her slightly, I positioned her pussy over the head of my dick. She looked at me and bit her bottom lip as she felt my cock probing at her. “Put it in you,” I told her.

 

She took a hand and wrapped it around the base of my cock and, after giving her clit a little rub, she placed it at her opening and then plunged down rather hard causing us both to groan.

 

‘Oh god...” she cried softly.

 

“Yessss” I replied. I pulled her to me and started to kiss her shoulders, biting down on the soft flesh as I pumped myself into her. There is something very carnal and primitive about the occasional bite. I’m a big fan of it. Katie was so tight and, if possible, was hotter then the water we were soaking in. She didn’t have the muscle control that Kristel had, the way she made it feel like I was getting fucked twice by the same pussy, but this was still great just the same. She had her own virtues. Mostly her eagerness to prove herself up to the task. She was fucking with a vengeance.

 

“Katie, you are fantastic,” I breathed.

 

She took that as encouragement and kissed me hard, biting on my lower lip and pulling on it. It hurt, but this somehow only added to the heat of the moment. Can I pick ‘em or what.

 

“Oh god yeah!” she cried out, arching backwards. “Yes! Mmhmm.”

 

The water was splashing violently from our activities. Katie started to ride the waves, coming towards me with the waves and moving back when they receded. I thrust my hips up to meet her, supporting her back with one hand, the other around her ass, pulling her towards me, adding to the force of our movements.

 

She pulled in close to me, wrapping her arms around my head, shoving her tits in my face and started to fuck downwards on me. She was whimpering in pleasure, making little cries and gasping. I heard myself next to her and thought I must have sounded like some kind of rutting hog. She was so small and dainty and smooth, adorable even down to the noises she made while getting fucked. Then here I was big and hairy, grunting like a mad beast.  

 

“Stephen oh...I’m going to cum...uh! Don’t stop!” She squealed again, this one rising in pitch. Watching her face contort with her orgasm began to send me over. I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her hard down on my cock as she bucked with her orgasm. I pumped my dick into her with quick thrusts, gripping her tightly as she tried to thrash free and stay on my dick at the same time.

 

“Oh God!” I yelled out, as my cum geysered forth into her twitching body. “Ohhhh Katie yesss...damn.”

 

“Mmmmm,” she moaned luxuriantly, resting herself heavily against me. Around us the water slowly calmed, the level several inches lower then it had been. I’d worry about that later.

 

“What do you say we take this to the bed?” I asked her. “Seems an awful shame to waste it.”

 

She giggled. “Okay.”

 

We both got up and climbed out of the tub, taking longer then was needed to dry each other. I grabbed the large cotton towel off the rack and wrapped her body in it, sliding it over her tender skin. I pulled her hair out of the scrunchy and ran my fingers through it several times so it wouldn’t knot up too bad. Her head pulled back with my hands going through her hair and I took the opportunity to run a series of kisses over her neck, sucking and nibbling on her porcelain skin. Her hands came around me and I took the huge towel and wrapped us both in it, pulling it over us like a cape. It was easily big enough, the damn thing was nearly a quilt. Her body was warm and soft against mine, her lips sweet with the taste of her strawberry daiquiri. My cock began to grow hard between us, pressing into her belly.

 

She broke the kiss, “We aren’t in the bedroom yet,” she said, breathily.

 

“We better hurry up then,” I told her. I unwrapped her from my embrace and she moved reluctantly away into the cool air, her nipples hardening and flesh breaking out in goose bumps. “Quick now!” I gave her a swat on the butt.

 

She let out a little squeal and, laughing, ran bare ass into the master bedroom. I followed more slowly leaving the towel around my shoulders. I heard her bound onto the bed with a woop and start to giggle as she tore into the covers and burrowed herself down into the cool sheets. When I made it to the door, she was in the middle of the bed with stacks of pillows either side of her.

 

“Comfy?” I asked her.

 

“Yes, this bed is amazing! I don’t like it much by myself though. Hint, hint.”

 

I threw the towel to the floor and pulled the sheets aside and crawled in next to her. It was like reclining into a cloud. I scooted myself over to where she had positioned herself and pulled her into my arms. She came willingly, melding her body with mine and leaned in for a kiss. We kissed for a time, our tongues exploring each other, and soaking up the warmth. Our hands began to wonder and for I don’t know how long we lay there just groped one another. She moved her leg over mine and began to grind her pussy into my thigh, moaning.

 

I broke away from her and giving her a smile, I put my head under the covers and moved down to her waist, positioning myself between her legs. I sensed some apprehension from her and from under the covers I asked, “Is everything okay?”

 

“I’ve just never done this before. Jason says it’s dirty. But then he wants me to blow him, I guess that’s not dirty.”

 

“Oh,” I said. I kissed her belly, making her jump slightly. “Jason sounds like a selfish kind of guy.”

 

“No, not really, he’s nice I guess.”

 

“Hey, hand me one of those small pillows.”

 

It was shoved under the covers and I urged her hips up as I slid it into place and resumed kissing my way down her body. I replied, “Don’t worry, you’ll love it. I promise.”

 

“Well hurry up then.” She grabbed my head through the covers and shoved it the last few inches to her pussy. Feisty. She smelled so good I wanted to cum right there. I didn’t say anything else, I just put my tongue at the bottom of her slit and brought it slowly upwards, dragging it through the folds of her pussy. She gasped loudly and her hips bucked sharply at the contact.   I heard a muffled ‘oh my god’ from somewhere up above me.  

 

I suddenly realized I hadn’t eaten Kristel out in all the time I had spent with her. That was something I was going to have to rectify. I just had to taste her pussy. Even if she said she didn’t want to continue, I’d still do it, and just erase her memory of it later on. I couldn’t believe I didn’t do that at some point the day before. I love the sweet taste of pussy.

 

Focusing back on Katie and the task at hand, I spread her wide with my fingers and sucked her swollen lips into my mouth and played my tongue all across them, up and down. I moved up and circled her clit, but didn’t actually apply any pressure to it. Katie was keeping up a constant litany of groans and moans. bucking hard in my face whenever I got too near her engorged clit. After several minutes of my tease routine – yes, I have a routine. It takes some slight adjustment from girl to girl, but it tends to work in most cases, and no I won’t tell you. Trade secret. –   I figured she was about where I wanted her. I zeroed in on her clit and pressed my tongue flat against it, twitching it lightly. Her body exploded.

 

She cried out loudly as her body quivered and her hips arched up so hard I thought she might break my nose. Her hands pressed on my head hard through the covers, mashing my face into her thighs. I stayed where I was relying on her own movements to stimulate her clit. After several seconds of her tremors, she pushed my head away from her over stimulated pussy and lay silent. I watched her chest rise and fall, and I occupied the time by kissing her thighs and on the skin on top and around her pussy. I began to get a little too warm and pulled myself back up. When I lay back down beside her, she was sweating slightly, her cheeks were flushed and she had her eyes closed, her breathing just coming back to normal.

 

“How you doin?” I smiled at her.

 

Her eyes fluttered open and she gazed in wonder at me. “That was the most incredible thing I’ve ever felt.”

 

“Well...I don’t know if I’m all that good, but if you say so.”

 

“More then good, great!” She came up and kissed me, pulling my tongue into her mouth. Suddenly she remembered where I’d been and pulled away. She looked at me, unsure, and licked her lips, sampling the taste. I could see her mind working as she decided what she thought of tasting herself on my lips. She made a small ‘hmph’ kind of sound and said, “Not bad,” and came back and kissed me harder. This girl was hot! She pulled her body on top of mine, grinding her pussy into my pelvis.

 

Coming up for a breath, she said, “Now what?”

 

“Hmm...not sure. So many choices.” I brought my hands up to her tits and started to roll her nipples in my fingers. “What do you think of doggie style?”

 

“Ooo I’ve never done that before either. Lets do it.”

 

I slid her off of me and sat up, scooting to the edge of the bed. “Over here,” I told her and she crawled over slowly, giving me seductive looks. I stood and she turned around presenting her ass to me. The height of the bed was a little lower then was ideal, but I could live with it. Her ass, the marble peach I heard it referred to once, was a study in perfection. To my eye anyway.

 

I moved in close, letting my stiff cock slide against her pussy. I slid my hand over the skin of her back before placing on her hip and the other grabbed the base of my cock and slid it around her soaking pussy, getting it moist. She whimpered at the sensation, eager for me to begin. Something about having her in this position made me feel...I don’t know, kind of dominant. Powerful. Her tender flesh completely at my disposal. I placed the head of my dick just inside of her and put my hand back on her hip, gripping her securely.

 

Without warning, I pulled her back hard, shoving myself forward, burying my dick all the way into her steaming cunt. She cried out in a mixture of surprise, pleasure and a little bit of pain. The pain swiftly evaporated as I continued my assault on her pussy. I grunted in animalistic pleasure as she moaned beneath me.

 

“Fuck me Stephen! Ohh fuck!” she called out. She surrendered to me, laying her head down onto the bed. One hand came back and started to rub her clit, drawing another long groan out of her.

 

“Take my cock, Katie. Take it! God yes!” I picked up the pace, fucking her harder. This was somewhat out of character for me, I’m not usually so forceful. For some reason I just wanted to fuck her and fuck her hard. She wasn’t complaining. She was getting off on it.

 

“Oh god, I’m cumming! Yes!” Her back curved as I fucked her through another orgasm, our bodies slapping together obscenely. I reached out and grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her head back. Not too hard, I didn’t want to snap her neck, but just hard enough to express the feeling of dominance.

 

Her body trembled in my hands and I felt my balls start to tighten. I owned her. “I’m going to cum Katie. Shit! I’m cumming!” I pulled out of her quickly and flipped her tiny body over. She looked up at me dazed and a little confused at the sudden change. I grabbed my cock and started pumping it furiously, my cum blasting out and landing all across her belly and up on her tits. There wasn’t a lot of it, since I had cum earlier, but it was enough. When I opened my eyes and saw her dripping with my seed, it satisfied some kind of dark desire in me. Somehow it marked her as mine.

 

Katie sensed it too. I saw it in her eyes. She liked it, liked being dominated like that, liked being sprayed with cum and understood what it meant. She liked it but was afraid of it. I didn’t let up just yet.

 

“Clean off my dick.”

 

Katie looked up at me a little scared, but excited too. Forbidden excitement. She moved to the edge of the bed and got on her knees. Timidly, she took my dick in her hands and brought it to her mouth, testing it first with her tongue. I could tell by the way she handled it that she’d never given a guy a blow job. She had mentioned that Jason wanted her to, but didn’t say whether or not she did it. Now I knew the answer.

 

Blushing furiously, she took my cock as far as she could in her mouth. I didn’t expect her to take it all on the first try. I groaned loudly as I felt her tongue sliding over it and her mouth sucking it clean. She broke away and lifted up the shaft and ran her tongue up one side and down the other, then took it in her mouth again. I felt her try to push it in farther this time, but she didn’t get much down. Time enough for that later. I’d have Kristel show her how.

 

“Mmmmm...that’s good Katie. You can stop now. Don’t forget the stuff on your stomach though.”  

 

I watched as she ran her fingers over her body collecting my cum and sucking it down. She was silent through the whole thing and for a second I doubted my assessment of how much she enjoyed the domination. A quick read of her thoughts proved me wrong though. She loved it in ways she wasn’t prepared to talk about. I laid back on the bed and when she was done, she came and lay beside me. I pulled her close and brought the covers up over us and just held her, both of us satisfied for the time being.

 

“Now what?” she asked me quietly.

 

“Now,” I said, “I think it’s time for room service. I don’t know about you, but I’m starving. You want some food sweetie?”

 

“God yes!” she exclaimed. “I haven’t eaten since breakfast.” Then looking up at me she said, “Well, not food anyway.” And broke into a big smile.

 

I laughed. “Room service it is,” and grabbed the phone.

 

We fucked so many times that evening, that towards the end, my dick just didn’t want to cooperate anymore. She had called her parents at one point, telling them she was crashing at a friends place. During the conversation, I was slowly licking her pussy, watching her try to carry on the discussion of ‘who, what, where, when, why, and how with her mom with a level tone. I got a vicious slap for that, but it was worth it.

 

Sometime around midnight we fell asleep, all wrapped up in each other. Her hair was spread out like a crimson wave all over my chest, the scent of her cloaking me in softness and warmth. Even after all the sex and the sweat, I could still find hints of lavender in her skin. I breathed it in and my eyes slid closed. Then something strange happened.

 

“What are you doing here?” Katie looked up from a horse that had been galloping through a field of purple roses. The sky was a radiant turquoise and the leaves on the trees looked...painted.

 

“Where is here?” I asked her.

 

“This is my dream. Isn’t it? Or is this your dream? But you don’t fell like you belong here, so I think this is my dream. How’d you get here?”

 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to. I think we’re still asleep in the hotel.” I looked around, still not totally understanding. I looked down at myself and...what in hell? I was dressed in a toga. How did that make any sense?

 

“Ooo the hotel. That was fun. I hope we do it again tomorrow. Still, I think you should go, it just feels wrong with you here. You’re spooking Shadow. Sorry Steve.” She looked down at me expectantly from the back of the horse, waiting politely for me to leave. The horse was prancing sideways, snorting it’s discomfort.

 

“No, that’s okay, I just have to figure out how to get out. I don’t know how I got in.”

 

I felt around with my mind, trying to get the lay of things. I felt...I felt a connection back with my body. It was tenuous, but the more I thought about it, the more solid it became. “I think...I think this is it.”

 

I got a mental grip on it and tugged and–

 

I was back in my own mind. I struggled to pull myself awake, I desperately wanted to think about this, but my body had other ideas. It was exhausted and pulled me down into unconsciousness. I slept.

 

 

 

‘In the realm of the Gods...”

 

Zeus sat in his throne coming down off the high that the mortals’ hours long sex romp had provided him. He was feeling very pleased and younger then he’d felt in a millennium. A presence intruded on his tranquility.

 

“What do you think you’re doing here, Hypnos.” Zeus growled out. “Hera send you on another mission to put me to sleep? Got some new plan brewing, have you?” He made a small motion with his hand, a slight beckoning gesture, and there was a cry as a body flew across the room and slammed into one of the mammoth marble pillars with enough force to crack it clean through. The body slumped to the floor and lay still for a handful of moments before coming back around.

 

Slowly, and with great pain, Hypnos got to his feet. “Please, my Lord. I come with no plot against you, but with dire tidings. Dire indeed, yes.”

 

“Really? It must be very important for you to risk coming to stand before me. You know you are not in my good graces at the moment. Speak, worm. What are these dire tidings.”

 

“He Dream Walks my Lord. I have felt him,” Hypnos rushed on. “He Walked into his companion’s dreams. It was a clumsy attempt, accidental, she noticed him immediately, but..but he did it my Lord. He is showing signs of a Transcendant.

 

The air in the temple room became deathly still. The sky overhead darkened impossibly fast and, lightening split the sky. Zeus’s eyes ignited with vengeful fury. He stood in a powerful motion uttering a cry of rage and made a sweeping gesture with his arm. Across the room Hypnos was picked up and thrown back into the wall, sending cracks shooting out in all directions and stone chips raining down to the floor. Like a marionette with its strings cut, Hypnos crumpled bonelessly to the ground.

 

“You lie! Filthy wretch, sent here on Hera’s bidding to deceive me.” He stalked menacingly towards Hypnos. Thunder rolled the heavens and Hypnos cried out in pain as Zeus rained another blast of pain down upon him.

 

“Please, my Lord, I speak the truth!” He struggled slowly to his knees. “This affects all of us. I would not lie. Hera knows, indeed she does, but she bade me to inform you. Please my Lord. It is the truth!”

 

Zeus’s rage cooled as he accepted the bitter reality of the situation. Hera would not lie about something like this. It would be just as dangerous to her if it were true as it was to him. She would have no advantage. How could this be?

 

“Does anyone else know?”

 

“None but Hera and myself my Lord. I cannot say what the other Pantheon’s may have knowledge of. How could I ask without arousing their suspicion? No, my Lord Zeus; That I know of, it is only the three of us.”

 

“See that it remains so. Summon Hermes to me, we have much to discuss. Now, you may leave.”

 

“Yes, my Lord. It will be as you command.” The God of sleep bowed low to the ground and disappeared in a rush. Zeus returned to his throne and sat down heavily, losing himself in thought. If this mortal was a Transcendant, if the bestowing of the gifts had awakened that in him, then... Oh, this was very bad indeed.

All week long I have been in such a state of horny euphoria, as Will and I have enjoyed the anticipation of my first date to fuck my new lover Tom. It was the first time since we were married that I have actually made a fuck-date with another man. You know, a date to nothing more than just fuck. The anticipation over the last four days has been agonizingly exhilarating.

I have been absolutely giddy with the intoxication of lust. Will and I have been so horny and excited that we have done nothing but fuck every chance we've been together. Last night, Will prepared me for my fuck-date with Tom. With a raging hard-on, Will bathed me and trimmed my pussy. He helped me pick out a sheer bra, garter belt and thigh high hose for me to wear, and then I modeled several different sexy outfits for my husband, so he could pick out the slutiest one for Tom’s enjoyment. Of course, my reward was a thorough pounding from Will’s hard cock!

At work, Tom and I have also been in a state of constant arousal, and we have talked incessantly about all the naughty things I was going to do with him and how much I want his cock. Every time I’ve seen him in the hall or in the lounge at work he has looked at me knowingly, in a way that makes my pussy tingle, creaming my pussy when he whispered sweet nasty nothings in my ear. "You want my cock, don’t you, slut? I know you’re a whore that needs to fuck. I can’t wait to get my cock in your tight little pussy again."

It makes me so wet that he knows he can treat me like a slut so freely. Today, when no one else was in the copy room, he looked into my eyes, pinched my nipples through my tight blouse and ran his hand up under my skirt to finger my clit. Since I wasn’t wearing panties, he slipped a finger inside me, then held it to my lips for me to taste my own juices. "You're going to be my slut again, tonight. I'm going to fuck you, and you'll beg me to be my whore."

I sucked on his finger like it was a little penis, savoring the taste of my own pussy. It made my knees weak, it was so hot. I couldn’t wait until after work to have his cock, so I grabbed his hand and used my key to let us into the executive washroom. I locked the door behind us and pushed him up against it. "Yes, your going to fuck my sloppy wet cunt tonight, but right now I’m going to suck your cock so I can drink your cum!"

I sank to my knees before him and unbuckled his pants. Looking deep into his eyes, I took his erection in my mouth and gobbled it hungrily. Tom was so horny from thinking about fucking me all week that he came in seconds, filling my mouth with his lovely cum. I sucked him dry and left him standing there with a dazed expression on his face, his pants around his ankles, and the door unlocked. "That’s just an appetizer, stud. You’ll get the whole package, later."

I laughed all the way back to my office, thinking of someone walking in on him to find him in that condition. Back at my desk, I closed my office door and urgently masturbated to a lovely orgasm, the taste of his cum still on my lips. I was unable to do anything the rest of the day, except think about how I was going to fuck and suck his sweet penis later.

Just before I left work, I decided to give my husband a call. I knew that Will didn’t expect me to call, but I thought it would make the whole experience nastier for both of us if I called him to remind him that I would be having a good time fucking Tom’s cock. I admit, I was a little nervous, but I hoped that this would be a delicious turn on for him and make him even hotter to fuck me when I finally got home.

When Will answered the phone, I simply told him that I was going to be fucking another guy while he was working late. I told him not to worry if I wasn't there when he got home, but that he should expect me to come home much later, covered in cum and smelling of sex. I said that my pussy would be dripping with another man’s juices, and that he should be ready to fuck my cum-filled pussy.

Will was so sweet. He just laughed. "Go ahead, my sweet whore. I love you. Go have a fucking good time fucking Tom. You know that I told you that you could fuck anyone you want. Don’t worry, I meant it. I want you to fuck all the hard cocks you can. Go along, and take plenty of time to enjoy your new lover’s beautiful hard cock. I'll be thinking of the two of you fucking all evening, and when you get home, we'll make love and I’ll fuck you some more, while you tell me all about it."

So, after work I let Tom take me to his house to fuck me, and shortly after 5:00 PM, I was riding the commuter bus from the Port Authority in New York City to his house in New Jersey. There were plenty of empty seats toward the front, but Tom led me all the way back to sit in the very last seat, with me by the window. There was no one in the seats in front of us, but in the two seats across the aisle there was one other passenger reading a book.

I snuggled up to Tom, just enjoying his strong masculinity. It was dark inside the terminal, and Tom started gently playing with my tits, slipping his hand under my blouse to squeeze my breasts and pinch my nipples through the thin fabric of my lacy bra. I shivered with excitement and reciprocated by lightly tickling his sweet cock and balls through the thin fabric of his pants. He didn’t have any underwear on, and I easily felt the outline of his hardening cock.

As the bus started rolling I started to feel that lovely throbbing and tingling in my pussy that I love so much. Once that starts, there is no stopping the slut in me. As the whore in me took over, and I slid down and pretended to be taking a nap in Tom's lap. Glancing over at the passenger across the aisle, he seemed engrossed in his book. I just couldn't wait to play with Tom's pretty penis, so like the naughtiest little slut, I opened up his fly to pull out his cock just enough to start slowly sucking on the tip and massaging his balls. Since I didn’t have any panties on, it was easy for Tom to discretely slip his hand under my skirt and started playing with my ass and pussy.

As I nibbled on Tom's sweet penis, the eroticism of the situation washed over me. I became so horny, I lost all my inhibitions and couldn’t help acting upon my naughtiest impulses. I had started out trying to be discrete and conceal what I was doing, but the thrill of doing something so outrageously naughty in public made me giddily wanton. Besides, the guy across the aisle was a handsome Hispanic in his early thirties, the Antonio Banderas type which I think is so hot!

I decided that I wanted him to see me sucking cock. I wanted him to see that I was a cock-sucking slut. I wanted to see if what I was doing would turn him on or shock him. I quietly unbuckled Tom’s belt and unbuttoned his trousers so I could get at more of his cock and balls. Gradually, I took more and more of Tom's penis in my mouth until my head was bobbing up and down on his shaft. It was now obvious that I was sucking cock, and my handsome stranger could plainly see me as a whore.

Shaking giddily with the excitement of the situation, I waited until I could see out of the corner of my eye that I had captured his complete attention. A total stranger was watching me sucking cock! My mind was in a whirl, yet completely focused on nothing but Tom’s cock and the handsome man watching me from across the aisle. I took a big breath, raised my head and smiled deeply into the stranger's eyes. I shook with a shattering orgasm as he smiled back at me. I ran my tongue around the head of the cock in my mouth and let watch me cum. The stranger grinned at my brazen display, and taking his hard cock out, began rubbing it as he watched me plunge Tom’s cock back into my mouth to stifle my moans.

He stared as Tom's cock slid in and out between my lips. I motioned for him to move over and sit in the closest seat, so he could watch me better and I could get a better look at his cock. I reached across the aisle and took his hand from his lovely penis and sucked on his middle finger, to show him how I would suck his cock. As I resumed sucking on Tom’s cock, I placed my stranger’s hand on my face, so he could caress it as my mouth took all the fullness of Tom's cock. What an incredibly raunchy intimate moment! It was so intensely submissive to feel the stranger's hand on my face as I sucked cock. As Tom came in my mouth with a muffled groan, I bucked against the hand on my face with my second orgasm in less than a minute.

My handsome stranger was building toward his own orgasm, so I quickly stepped across the aisle, pushed him over into the far seat and knelt before his throbbing cock. Swirling my tongue around its purple head, I tasted his salty precum before plunging his cock into my throat to bury my nose in his wispy pubic hair. Sucking and swallowing, I pulled back to tickle his cum hole with my tongue. Babbling in Spanish, my stranger tangled his fingers in my hair and fucked my mouth, driving his cock deep into my throat, and I came for a third time as he exploded his huge load of lovely cum. I don’t know Spanish, but I heard the word "puta" several times. I think it is the word for whore.

Thinking back on it, I still can't believe I found the courage to be such a slut! What a naughty and nasty thing to do! I purposefully left a dribble of cum on my chin as I leaned down and kissed the stranger goodbye. He thanked me for the best ride home ever, saying that his name was Carlos and that he always rode the 5:23 bus. Who knows? Maybe I've found my second lover already! Oh, it is so good to be a married slut!

Of course, Tom wanted to fuck me immediately when we got to his place, but I was in a naughty mood. Having just sucked off Carlos in the bus while Tom watched gave me a strange sense of the power I have as a slut. Tom’s cock was rock hard, and I knew he wanted to fuck me just as badly as I wanted to fuck him, but I just teased him, increasing the level of raunchy eroticism between us.

I began to flaunt my full, middle-aged body, performing a naughty, wantonly slow strip show for him. I just kept tormenting him, waving my big tits and round ass in his face, playing with my nipples, flashing my pussy. I felt so wonderfully naughty! I wanted to provoke him. I wanted to tease him and taunt him. I giggled and laughed at his helpless frustration. I flirted and flaunted myself, as I told him how hot Carlos had made me, how handsome he was and how much I had enjoyed sucking his lovely hard penis. I said how beautiful and sexy his cock was. I told how delicious his cum had tasted. I slipped a finger into my pussy and sucked my juices from it like it was a cock. "Did you like watching me suck Carlos’ cock? Did I look like a whore sucking his cock? Did it make you jealous to watch me swallow his cum like a slut? I want his cock in my cunt. I want him to fuck me with that beautiful cock of his. I want to be his slut, too!"

I was deliberately being nasty and teasing him to see if I could make him angry. What I really wanted was to make Tom so horny and annoyed that he would take me forcefully. I wanted to provoke him into powerfully possessing me, to torment him into throwing down on the floor and roughly fucking me. I wanted him to take me, rape me and use me like a whore.

My timing couldn’t have been better! Just as I could tell that Tom was losing patience with my bratty behavior, his phone rang. It was his fiancé. She had no idea that Tom was fucking a new slut on the side, so wickedly, I took this opportunity to make Tom squirm and provoke him even further. I knew he couldn't say anything to me without giving himself away to his fiancé, and the cord on the phone wasn’t long enough to let him reach me. With the most devilish gleam in my eyes, I ran over to the big picture window and opened all the blinds and continued to perform my naughty erotic dance, while he tried to talk with his girlfriend. I put on a real show, stripping down to my bra and garter belt, licking my tits through the lace and playing with my pussy. He was motioning for me to get away so the neighbors wouldn't see he had a whore in his house.

Even though he was in a panic, Tom was so turned on he couldn't resist stroking his lovely cock. So, I decided to make it even more difficult for him. I slowly crawled across the carpet to him on my hands and knees. Kneeling before him as he stroked his penis, I started licking his crotch and balls. With little butterfly flicks of my tongue I worked my way back between his ass cheeks, rimming and tonguing his asshole while I looked deep into his eyes and let him see my sexual hunger. I whispered, "Does your fiancé do that for you?" He squirmed and glared at me.

"What about this?" I moved up and replaced his hand with my hungry mouth, sucking his pretty cock deep into my throat, fingering my pussy and clit. He breathing was becoming ragged, and he was trying so hard not to cum while he talked to his fiancé. I was laughing around his cock, while I sucked. Soon, I badly needed to cum again, so I lay back on the floor in front of him. I lewdly masturbated for him, driving my fingers into my pussy and giving myself a huge orgasm while Tom watched and tried to control his voice so he could talk calmly to his girlfriend.

Tom was so incredibly horny from my sucking his cock and from watching me make myself cum, that as soon as he got off the phone he grabbed me roughly by my long dark hair and dragged me onto his thick living room rug. "You bitch! You cheap little slut! Now I'll show you how a whore like you should be treated!"

My plan had worked! I just laughed as he threw me on the living room rug. I rolled onto my back and opened my legs wide, inviting him to come fuck me. "Come on, fucker! I want that cock! Fuck me! Stick that beautiful cock in my cunt! Fuck my pussy! Give me that cock! Fuck me with it!"

But Tom’s rage had given him other needs. Grabbing me by the ankles, he flipped me onto my belly, forcing me to my hands and knees. Holding me by the back of my neck, he pushed my face into the thick pile and began spanking my big round ass. Over and over, his hand smacked onto my bare skin, bringing tears to my eyes. I yelped with each stinging blow, but soon, the pain began to turn into the welcome heat of erotic pleasure.

Oh, God! I was in heaven! I couldn't believe how incredibly sexy and exciting it was to be pinned down by this strong angry man who was turning my ass bright red while calling me all sorts of lovely filthy names. "You dirty fucking whore! You fucking cock-slut! Cunt! Bitch! How dare you tease me like that?! Take it! Fucking take it, you fucking cunt! Take it, bitch!!"

My ass cheeks jiggled and bounced as his hand smacked down again and again, stinging, searing my tender flesh. Tears streamed down my face, but I love having my ass spanked and I was wiggling my ass in the air, laughing and screaming as my fingers worked frantically between my legs. "Oh, God, yes! Yes! Spank me! Give it to me! I’m a dirty little whore, a filthy fuck-slut! I need to be spanked! Come on, slap it! Yes! Please! Please spank me hard! I’m a nasty slut! Spank my ass! Spank it! Spank it hard! Come on! Make it hurt! Harder! Harder!! Oh, yes! Now fuck it! Fuck it hard! Fuck my ass! Please, I need your hard cock in my ass!! PLEASE FUCK MEEEEEEEE NOWWWWWWW!!"

With the sweet intoxicating pain from his hand, and the need I already had for his cock, my pussy and ass-hole were pulsing and throbbing with the need to be filled with hard cock. My pussy was soaking with so much juice, that it was running down my leg. Tom’s hard penis slid all the way into my pussy on his first thrust. He slammed his cock several times into my cunt to lubricate it with my pussy juices. Then, grabbing a handful of my long hair, he pulled my head back as he shoved his cock into my waiting asshole. I screamed and came over and over as soon as Tom filled my ass with his wonderful cock.

Tom fucked my asshole deep and hard. He rammed his beautiful penis into me over and over. "You bitch! You're such a fucking whore! Take my fat cock in your ass, you cunt! Take it and show me what a slut you are! You love it, don't you? Tell me how much you love my cock in your ass!"

I grunted and gasped with the force of his pounding cock. I yelled at the top of my lungs as I bucked back to meet his thrust. I screamed and moaned, begging Tom for his cock and the fucking of my life. "Yes! Yes! Yes, you fucker, I love it! I love a hard cock in my ass! Oh, God, it feels so fucking good! Slam it into me! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me! FUCK ME!! FUCK MY ASS!! I’m your dirty whore to fuck, you fucker. Oh, shit, it feels so fucking good! I’m your little naughty slut to use any way you like, so fuck me with that cock of yours! Give it to me hard! Harder! Harder!! Come on, fucker, you can fuck me harder than that! Rape me! Rape me with that fucking cock of yours!! Fuck my ass! Fuck it! Fuck it hard! Fuck it deep! FUUUUUUCK IIIIIIT!!!

I was in heaven! It was so wonderfully dirty to give myself to this man who was not my husband, to be used by him in such a completely sexual way. The liberation I felt at being so shamelessly wanton and completely sexual was so intoxicating that I writhed and slammed back against his thrusts, trying to suck his magnificent cock deep into my ass. I wanted to devour him with my sexuality, to consume him with my lust. I was totally incoherent, babbling obscenities, moaning in a continual orgasm, whipping my head back and forth in total abandonment to my lust, as he finally came, filling my bowels with his cum.

Later, we showered together and I gently cleaned his sweet cock before sucking him hard again. This time, we went into his bedroom for a more leisurely tender fuck. I pushed Tom back on the bed and rode his cock slowly, grinding it into my pussy, playing with my clit and cumming in waves as my lover gently rolled my nipples between his fingers. Just before he finally came again, I rolled off him so he could spray his cum all over my face and tits as a souvenir of our fucking. Like an expensive moisturizing creme, I gently massaged his lovely semen into my skin.

Tom was done for the night, and I was impatient to get home to my husband so I could tell him all about my sexy adventure. I was incredibly excited, because this time Will knew exactly where I had been and what I had been doing. Will was waiting for me, just like the first time I had fucked Tom, except that this time, I didn’t need to worry about how he would react. I knew that he would be horny from the anticipation of imagining what I had been doing with my lover, and he would be eager to fuck me while I told him every detail of how I had fucked Tom.

Will had already enjoyed several hours of the sweet torture of anticipation, so to show me how much he loves me and how much he enjoys and approves of his wife becoming a slut, he had filled the house with flowers and soft candle light. A new CD of Schubert string quartets was softly playing, and a box of Godiva chocolates and two glasses stood next to a bottle of Champagne on ice.

My husband was dressed only in his silk robe, with a glass of red wine in one hand and one of his favorite cigars in the other. His cock was already hard from imagining what I had been up to with Tom, and it jutted out at me obscenely and enticingly from between the folds of his robe. When I walked in the door covered with the perfume of Tom's sexy cum, Will took me into his arms and kissed me, saying, "Welcome home my sweet little slut. I love you so much as my wife and my whore. Come have some Champagne and celebrate your debauchery while you tell me all about what you've done and where you've been. Tell me all about how you were a whore tonight."

We snuggled and laughed, drank and laughed, kissed and laughed, as I stroked my husband's hard cock and told him all about my sexual adventure. Will was so proud of how daring I was when I told him how I had sucked the stranger on the bus. I confessed how I wanted to take Carlos as a lover and fuck his gorgeous cock, as well as Tom's. That brought on Will’s first orgasm of the evening, which I caught in my mouth and washed down with the excellent Champagne.

I sucked Will back to hardness, and pushing him back on the sofa, I straddled him to ride his sweet cock as I continued my story. Will pinched and pulled my nipples and I gently played with my clit, as I told him how I had teased poor Tom. We laughed at his predicament, at how provoked I had made him, while he tried to talk to his fiancé. And we both came in huge orgasms when I recalled how he had spanked me as I had urged him to fuck my ass.

I told Will how I loved giving myself so completely to Tom, and how turned on I am just by the thought of cocks. "I want more cocks, Will! I want to fuck lots and lots of lovely hard cocks! Please, may I fuck lots of other cocks?"

My husband just held me closer. "Of course, you'll have other cocks. You’ll have as many as you like. You're a slut now, and I love you for it. We'll see to it that you will have many cocks to fuck and suck. I love you because you let yourself become a slut with Tom's cock. I love you even more that you were a slut with Carlos’ cock, and I will love you that much more again when you are a slut with other cocks. I love you with all my heart, and only want you to be totally happy!" With that he carried me into our bedroom and spent the next couple of hours making tender sweet love to me.

Will is so sweet to be so excited about my being a slut and fulfilling all my wicked desires that it makes me want to become even more wanton and brazen. I wish that I had revealed my true nature and become a slut years ago! 

"Jason????!!!," said his mom, "I am so sorry, I didn't ex......"

"Shut up slut, tonight you will listen to me and call me Master."

"Jason"

Crack, he hit his naked mother hard on her stomach.

"My name is Master Jason, and you will call me Master.  Do not speak unless spoken to, and for the rest of your life, you are my sub, and I am your master."

"Master, what is wrong??"

"Wrong?!, nothing is wrong!"

"For now on you will nothing in the house, and if we have company, you will were a skimpy dress with no underwear, but possibly a thong.  If I find you walking around the house with even a thong on, you will be punished.  When you go outside you will wear nothing, and only when you go to into town will you wear something."

"Master please?  What did I do?"

"Nothing, now suck my cock, and when I cum, you better swallow ALL of it, or else you will get punished."

She sucked as good as she could, since he was pulling on her hair, but it did no good.  When he cummed, there was to much for her.  She spit it up.

"Guess who is getting punished??"

"No please, I will do better."

"Too late, lay down facing up on the bed."

Once she did that, he tied her arms and legs to the bed posts, and blindfolded her.  He took his whip, and hit her very hard on her cunt.

"Owwwwwwww!"

"Shut up, or I will hit you harder."

After ten hard hits, he stopped, and found out he had to go to the bath room.

"Follow me slut"

She followed him to the bath room, and he pooped.  

"Eat it"

"Please, no!"

"Now!!!!!!"

She put her hand in the toliet water, and she grabbed some of it, and ate it.  She was trying so hard not to throw up.

"Tell me that it tastes good."

"Master, it tastes so very good"

"Good, because that is what you will eat for a snack.  For breakfeast, lunch, and dinner, you will cook it in nothing but an apron.  You will eat my left overs, if anything is left.  If you need to go to the bathroom, you will go outside, by Storm (our dog), and you will squat down and go.  When you are done, he will lick you clean, and if he wishes, fucks you. Understood?"

"Yes Master"

"Good, no go to bed, and I will see you naked tomorrow morning, and you better be up at eight."

The next morning she woke up at 7:00 and went down stairs.  She did as she was ordered to, and cooked naked with an apron on.  She made him three pancakes, and gave him orange juice.

"Good, I am glad that you can do at least one thing right."

"Now come under the table and suck my cock while I eat."

She did as told, and while doing so, she had an unexpected visitor lick her cunt under the table.  It was storm, their German Shepherd.  She twitched when he licked her cunt, causing her to nip on Jason's cock. 

"Slut!!!!!!! You will pay for that!!!"

He took her upstairs, and tied her to her hot tub.  He made the temperature about 125 degrees.  she yelped when the water touched her, because she had sensitive skin.  He took his whip, and hit her hard and she screamed, not only from that, but from the water.  He than let her out, and took her in the bathroom.  He turned on the water as freezing as it could go and shooved her in.  She freaked.

"Please, let me out!!!"

"Fine, but you are coming outside with me."

Once outside, he tied her arms and legs around the tree, leaving her cunt up against the hard barch.

"Storm, here boy."

"No, don't let him touch me"

"Fine, I decided a better way to disipline you."

"Put on a skimpy dress, and no thong or underwear, and then come out to my truck."

She changed, and came out.  They then to drove to Jason's friend Matt's home, where they bred Belguim's, a huge draft horse.  They got out of the car, and Jason knocked on the door, knowing that Matt's parents were not home, and that Matt was.

"Hey Matt, you want to see some entertainment?  All I need you to do is bring your biggest, strongest, and toughest stallion out here."

Matt went down to the stables, and brought out their stallion Hercules out, not hard to figure out why he was named that.

"Slut, go kneel under Hercules."

"Master...."

"Now"

"Hey Jason, how did you teach your mom to do that?"

"I will tell you later."

His mom went under Hercules, who by now was pawing so hard at the ground that it almost shook.  His huge 3 foot cock was now looking for some place to go.  He felt Jason's mom's ass hole, and charged into it.  She screamed so loud that Jason was afraid that the neighbors heard it.  Hercules had almost 1 and a half feet of cock in her!!!  He pulled his cock out of her, and she scrambled out.  Jason drove her home, and thought about how much fun he was going to be having the rest of her life!

I was just a little girl.  Not that little.  I had learned some of the joys of the body but always when alone in bed, in the morning or at night...Before my discoveries I was never anxious when it was time for bed.  My attitude had changed.  It was something I now enjoyed, those waking moments before sleep or after just awakening, and I could explore myself, in private, feeling my privates.  My growing breasts--better than any other girl in my classes--my smooth skin and thighs and really smooth in between.  It made me feel excited and alive and relaxed.  I never felt as good as that.

I washed between my toes and the soles of my foot and it tickled me all over.  I must have shuddred because my puppy moved closer to my foot and sniffed at the bowl.  I patted his head.  He was ready for his treat but I continued washing, drying my hands, adjusting my housecoat so that it draped my waist and left my knees open.  I didn't want to get my clothing wet.  Buster licked my ankle, getting a taste of the soapy water.  His tongue was warm, like the water.  He looked up, wanting his treat.  It wouldn't be long now.  His mouth stayed open, his tongue moving in and out, a little spittle dripping from the corners of his mouth. He licked me again.

When I laid in bed I would let my mind wander to things that were soft and warm, like my little breasts,  gentle breezes at the beach where I would picnic with my family, soft grasses bending in the wind, waves ever-spashing on the shore and I would dip my fingers in a rhythm between my folds, thinking in the quiet of my room of the dirty words that my girlfriends and I giggled about as we said them:  "cunt" "fucking" "cock" and I kept up the dipping, dipping until I got breathless and my skin had goose bumps.

Buster licked me again and my thighs had goosebumps. My face was warm and I looked at him, pushing his mouth away.  He sat back and came at me again, licking my ankle.  I felt funny in my "cunt."  With a dog!  I was embarrased and red in the face.  This was stupid.  But it felt good.  I felt my goose bumped flesh and rested back on my elbows, feeling him lick, closing my eyes.  I noticed how quiet it was in the room and remembered our front door was locked.  There wasn't a sound except for the breathing of Buster and his slobbering when he licked.  He must have liked the salty taste of my skin and as he licked one spot clean he went to another, inching up my leg.

I should stop him and would, in a little bit.  It felt good, his moist warm tongue.  I was dreamy and dizzy.  I took a deep breath.  No one would know.  I was being dirty and I knew it but it felt too good to stop Buster.  I didn't want to get up, I hadn't even washed my feet.  Buster moved just then.  He must have smelled me, sensed there was a better place to lick.  His nose was cold and shocking.  I decided to get up and stop all this.  Just then his nose was replaced by his licking warm tongue.  He had found my spot so instantly.  I was amazed.  It was cold and warm.  Right on my secret spot.  I never felt like that before and then he did it again.  What a bad dog.  A really dirty dog and he would be punished but the damn dog licked me again, right on my cunt spot.  I couldn't help my legs opening.  I couldn't held cradling his dirty head.  I couldn't stop focusing his mouth on my spot, wet with his spittle.

I jumped at my waist, opening my little lips to his tongue which urgently dipped along my lips lifting my spot.  I was breathing hard now and deeply and spreading my lips, helping his dirty tongue lick my dirty little body all over.  "Please don't stop" I thought.  "Please.  This is so good and so wrong," and my hips spasmed as my feelings built. I felt myself at the beach as waves pulsed inside me.  I rested my head back on the step and released to the petting of my body by this naughty creature.  He licked me clean, slowly and finally stopped.

My breathing returned.  I realized I hadn't finished washing.  I felt clean already.  Couldn't wait for next week and my thorough cleansing, even if it was "dirty."