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Quickies 01

By: Aletris



The doorbell rang. Standing there was a slim, blonde woman with long straight hair. Nathan smiled. Even in jeans and a t-shirt, he found her irresistible. As he reached for the door knob he felt his cock twitch in anticipation.

Jessica didn't want to come. She loved Nathan but she was having a bad day, had just got her period and was feeling miserable. Her hair felt lank and boring and she was just feeling plain ugly. She would have much preferred to stay home and watch a movie in her PJs. 

The door opened and Nathan's smiling face appeared. "Jessica! I've missed you," he said as he pulled her in for a hug. Jessica smiled. Maybe this is what I need after all, she thought as she melted into Nathan's hard body. 

He kissed her gently. "I want you," he whispered in her ear. Nathan felt Jessica stiffen as she pulled back from the embrace. He looked at her in confusion. Yes, they were a fairly new couple, but they'd had sex a few times and enjoyed each others naked bodies. In fact, Nathan was smitten. She was thin and lithe, but had curves in all the right places. He still masterbated to the first time he saw her breasts. Perky and round with pink nipples that just begged to be sucked. 

"....been so busy at work..." Nathan snapped back to the present realising that she was talking to him. "...just want to watch a movie and chill." Nathan sighed inwardly. There goes sex this evening. "Sure babe, no worries. I've got that new romcom if your interested." Said Nathan. He had been saving this movie for an emergency like this. She'll be putty in my hands after this, he thought as he adjusted himself slightly.

Jessica sank into the soft couch, then snuggled into Nathan's strong arms. "Mmmmmm," she moaned and she snuggled closer. Nathan had a beautiful body. He was tall, broad shouldered and didn't have an ounce of fat on him. The first time he took off his shirt, Jessica had nearly melted. His pecks, oh and his wash board abs! But what was further down was what made Jessica shiver in a most pleasant way. His cock was beautiful - long, hard with a slight curve to it. It was made to be suck and savoured. She sighed inwardly almost wishing she could ride his cock until she screamed out in ecstasy.

Half way through the movie , Nathan knew he had to take control of this situation if he was to get any that night. The softness of Jessica's breasts pushing through her shirt against him was driving him mad. He shifted slightly to find a better position for his aching cock. 

Nathan slowly ran his fingers across Jessica's collarbone, gently teasing her soft skin. Jessica giggled, "Nathan, that tickles." Nathan just smiled and continued following the contours of her throat. 

Jessica could feel herself getting turned on. Her nipples were hardening and poking through her lacy bra and her pussy was beginning to ache. She eagerly met Nathan's gentle kiss, pushing her rock hard nipples against his chest. Each kiss becoming more frantic and lustful.

Pulling her on to his lap, Nathan smiled inwardly at her enthusiasm. He ran his fingers gently down her arms, and started to take off her top. Jessica stiffened and pulled back from their embrace grinding the length of Nathan's throbbing shaft. Nathan groaned, from the lack of contact he had with her as well as the contact along his cock. 

Jessica could feed Nathan's cock throbbing rhythmically against her through her jeans. Fuck, she thought, now how am I going to get out of this? 

"Nathan, baby, I can't,"

"Mmmm yes you can," Nathan felt Jessica melt back towards him as he kissed her deeply then said, "see you are."

Jessica mentally shook her self, that man was just too good at kissing, she thought. "I can't." She said stubbornly.

"You can" Nathan replied running his hands up her side under her shirt and nibbling her ear.

"No we can't" said Jessica pulling away.

"Well why not?" Nathan exclaimed frustrated. His cock ached, he just wanted to fill her pussy with his hot cum. 

Jessica sighed and said, "It's the wrong time off month."

"What? Ahh fuck. You got me all ready to go and now you're telling me we can't? FUCK!" Nathan exclaimed. His cock twitched again, he groaned desperately needing some relief.

"Well what do you expect me to do?" Jessica yelled. "It's not something I can just magically make disappear."

Nathan thought quickly and had an idea. "Get on your knees."

"What?"

"I said get on your knees." Nathan growled. Jessica had never seen that look in Nathan's eyes. She hurriedly got on her knees.

"Open my fly."

"What?"

"Do I have to repeat everything I say? Open my fucking fly." Jessica didn't know how to feel. One part of her was annoyed that Nathan was just treating her like a slut, but the other part of her was enjoying being used. Jessica licked her dry lips and unzipped his fly. He was huge. She had never seen him this hard before. 

"Pull it out. Gently." Jessica did as she was told, opened his boxers and pulled out his long, hot shaft. Jessica's mouth watered. It was everything a girl wants in a cock - long, hard and dripping pre-cum. Jessica licked her lips again.

"Suck it." Nathan commanded. "Be a good girl and suck it."

Jessica opened her mouth and enclosed her lips around the head. She ran her tongue around in big circles, following the contours of his cock. Slowly, teasingly, ran her tongue up to the opening and lapped up the oozing pre-cum. 

Nathan shivered in delight. He hadn't expected her to obey. He'd half expected a slap and to never see her again. He rested his hands on the back of her head as he tried to push more of his aching cock into her hot mouth. 

Jessica gagged slightly as Nathan pushed more of his cock into her mouth. His hands on the back of her head made it impossible for her to move back so she tried to relax her throat as much as possible. "Ahhh god yes," Nathan moaned as he started to fuck Jessica's mouth. "Suck it. Fuck, I want you to use more tongue." Nathan groaned as he fucked her face faster. Jessica did her best to try but Nathan had her head in a death grip and she couldn't move her head back to use her tongue. Jessica put her hands on Nathan's strong thighs to support herself as Nathan roughly pumped in and out of her mouth. As she ran her hand up his thigh, she realised how wet she was from this rough treatment. She realised how much she enjoyed being used like a slut. She moaned and began to massage Nathan's large ball sack. 

"Ahh shit, fuck, yessss. I've wanted you all night." Nathan panted as he fucked Jessica's face. "Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum. Fuck, oh yes, get ready."

Jessica could feel Nathan's balls tightening as he got closer to coming. His thrusts became jerky and erratic. Nathan pushed his cock to the back of Jessica's throat and fired jets of hot cum down her throat. 

Jessica gagged slightly and tried to relax her throat. Her whole body was tingling, thrumming with sexual tension. She gently sucked as much cum as she could from his softening penis. 

Nathan flopped back down on the couch. "Fuck, that was awesome," he panted. Jessica stood up and slapped him, hard. "What the fu.." he started. "That was for being a dick and fucking my face." Her lips came down on his crushing his protests. "And that is a promise that it's my turn next time."

Nathan grinned. "You got it babe, now can we watch the rest of the movie?"

Jessica rolled her eyes and punched him gently then snuggled into his warm embrace to watch the other half of of the movie. Maybe it wasn't such a bad night after all, she thought.

Quickies #01: Meet Hideki



"So, uh, Mister..."

 Mrs. Emily Lancaster looked down at the resumé to double-check the pronunciation of the Asian man's name.

 "...Hideki?" said the bright eyed brunette.

 The lecherous Japanese man sitting on the other end of her desk smiled too widely and earnestly. His seemingly polite laugh inexplicably sent a mysterious chill down her spine.

 "Yes. My name Hideki," laughed Hideo. "Hideki Yamaguchi."

 "Yamaguchi?" Emily repeated.

 "Yamaguchi," Hideo laughed louder. "Yamaguchi— rhyme with 'Yummy Cootchie'! HA-Ha-HA!"

 The inappropriate "joke" – if it was that (and though it made logical sense)— caught Emily off guard and she immediately had the justification her subconscious mind was looking for to disqualify the East Asian man in front of her.

 But then she thought she might be called racist, so she decided to chalk it up to a cultural misunderstanding.

 But then she immediately remembered it's OK in Western culture to be racist and discriminatory against East Asian males, so she was in the clear. Good thing this man wasn't any other race though.

 Having her justification, Emily coldly scolded the Japanese man about how much of a disgusting rice-dicked bucktoothed slit-eyed yellow-skinned wife-beating foot-binding Pearl Harbor-bombing misogynist motherfucker he was and that he should have died from the radiation at Nagasaki and Fukushima.

 The Japanese man kept smiling his unnerving smiled. Laughing his politely chilling laugh. Totally unfazed.

 "Hideki need job," Hideo chuckled, his crescent-shaped Oriental eyes gleaming with a dangerous, lecherous innuendo. 

 She could feel his overpowering aura and intent undressing her with those slit eyes. The horny Oriental bastard was practically drooling for her White skin. Emily reflexed back, repulsed. Oh, she thought, if only he was any other race man, then maybe she could at least be semi-turned on by the thought.

 But no, it was just some Jap.

 "Hideki need job," Hideo repeated again, cracking up laughing. Licked his lips and unzipped his pants. 

 "Hideki need blowjob!" Hideo smiled and pointed at Emily's mouth. "And Miss Emily's lips must service Hideki! Hee-hee-hee!" 

 Emily's jaw dropped. In total, unexpected shock and disbelief at what just came out the mouth of the meek little Oriental Jap sitting before her.

Her mouth now hanging open, the Japanese bastard leaped suddenly out of his chair and hurdled over her desk, and pulled his mocha-colored musky Oriental cock out of his pants and forced its full erect length and girth through the respectable White businesswoman's lips, past her teeth, on top of her pretty pink tongue, and fully inside her warm moist mouth and down her tight throat.

 "Yes! Give Hideki blowjob, you White whore!"

 The Japanese man's voice now thundered in a shaking authoritative angry power. No more of the goofy giggling routine. He was going to rape her hard and dark.

 Emily panicked and tried to pull her head back, but the little Japanese guy was surprisingly strong and forced himself deeper into her mouth until her nose was pressed hard against his hairy Jap pelvis, being forced to inhale his musk even as his bulging cock ballooned to full erection inside her wet mouth and grew down her esophagus.

Emily was an experienced cocksucker, but she began to choke and couldn't breathe.

 Hideki laughed as she coughed a wet choking sound that erupted her saliva dripping around the sides of her fully stuffed mouth, leaking down her lips and chin. Hideki slapped the bulges in her cheeks his cock made.

 "You look so hot with your mouth full," Hideki told her as he forcefully held her brunette head down on his groin, fighting off her arms. 

 "But I bet you could fit even more of me in there," Hideki tried to force even his scrotum in her stuffed mouth too.

 Emily couldn't believe what was happening to her. She wildly punched her arms about to hit the repulsive perverted Jap bastard, but he overpowered her and held her down to his pleasure by brute force, and raped her mouth for minutes on end, humiliatingly spitting on her face and making her spit her precum-mixed spit on his vile Asian cock which he then slapped on her own face and wiped his slimy Asian dick all over her pretty White face until her eyes burned. 

 The Asian bastard pulled out of her mouth and pulled the White wife down by her long brown hair and began tearing her fancy expensive shirt and skirt off her body, ripping the material as he was roughly stripping her in a feverish urgency to begin tasting her sweet White flesh.

 The vile Japanese fucker was practically drooling as he licked Emily's White flesh, tasting her salty skin, and sucking on her pretty nipples.

 "Hideki favorite color pink!" the Jap laughed as he loudly sucked and suckled her nipples. 

 "MMMM! My favorite." The Jap licked her neck and Emily winced in total disgust.

 "I HATE YOU!" she screamed in raw anger and bitter shame.

 Hideki slapped her face and slapped her breasts.

 "You will learn to LOVE Hideki! Now give Hideki kiss!"

 The Jap's lips raped her mouth with a stolen French kiss during which she tried to bite his lips and tongue, but the laughing Jap bastard choked her hard and rough as he wiped his wet slimy Asian dick around her naked pink cunt as he rubbed his cockhead against her pink clit.

 "You'll learn to love Hideki, AND his Asian dick, you filthy White slut," the Mongol motherfucker breathed his threat as his cock rubbed against her clit and his filthy Yellow fingers handled her bare breasts. 

 Hideki's greedy fingers kneaded the White whore's white tits in hungry handfuls cupping and groping her as rough as his pussyjuice-stained cock was fucking her tight hot cunt.

 Even in her horror at being raped so savagely by the wanton Mongol, Emily was ashamed but genuinely surprised that her body was betraying her by actually getting so wet as her precious pussy was being so joyously raped by the sex-greedy Oriental bastard beast before her. 

 She closed her teary eyes, but she could not block out the physical and auditory sensations as her Asian rapist assaulted her pussy and rest of her body, including her ears and her emotions. Hideki was fucking not just her body, but also her mind.

 "Hideki's Japanese dick was so THIRSTY!" the Japanese fucker grunted into her right side ear as he pulled her long brunette hair back in his powerful fist as he thrust hard into her from behind, controlling her ass on his grinding pelvis with his other hand.

 "Hideki's Japanese cock was so thirsty for White woman pussy, and your married White cunt was so happy to shower your woman juice to feed Hideki Asian dick! You so GENEROUS White woman! HAHAHAHA!"

 Hideki thrust her from behind one more powerfully savage time before spinning her body around and pinning her to the wall and lifting her leg up and holding with his left arm as he forced his bloated foreskinned Eastern cock back inside the doors of her pussy lips, and welcomed himself as master of her cunt.

 "Hideki's Asian dickie still thirsty," the pillaging modern Mongol whisper-grunted into the White woman's ear. "Your White pussy feels so goooood to Asian dick! Hideki loooove the White woman pussy... Your cunt will please Hideki dick until he no longer thirsty! Now FEED HIDEKI ASIAN DICK WITH YOUR PUSSY! Feed Hideki your pussy!"

 The Japanese lech began thrusting into her violated White pussy at an angle, penetrating deeper with her leg held up. Each time he thrust against her body, his sweat smeared onto Emily's face and breasts.

 Emily screamed as loud as she could but the Japanese motherfucker laughed all the more and punished her with more delightfully savage thrusting.

 "Hideki paid off rent-a-cop guarding your building!" he laughed. "Hideo used to be janitor, dumb bitch! He paid yours off too! Even your own secretary sold you out for a cruise ticket! We have whole weekend to enjoy each other!" Hideki howled in laughter then howled in the delights her beautiful White cunt was showering his happy Asian dick with.

 "FUUUUUUCK!! White cunt feels so much the heaven on my Japan dick!" Hideki screamed in delight as he thrust deep inside her cunt until he made her leak.

 "Hideki make Emily pussy bleed cum, yes? I make you cum?" the dirty Japanese bastard grinned at her as he raped her wet and dripping cunt more animalistically barbaric.

 "You enjoy this? HUH? You enjoy this! Answer Hideo!" he demanded, biting her pale sore White breasts.

 Emily cried out but also pissed more cunt juice that leaked out around Hideo's cock and ran down her leg.

 Hideo laughed uncontrollably with her White breast still inside his salivating Asian mouth. He was enjoying this evil violation too much to ever be redeemable.

 Hideo pulled her sweat-matted hair again dominantly and spit on her White tits.

 "Rub my spit into your titty, Emily," Hideo ordered.

 Emily spit into Hideo's disgusting Japanese face.

 "I'll never forgive you!" Emily wept, spitting at Hideo again.

 The Jap bastard merely laughed again and wiped her spit off her face by motorboating her smallish chest, smearing all around, and continuing to press his face against her petite tight body... down her stomach... and stopped just before her well-fucked little cunt.

 Hideo smiled at the sight of her innocent little White pussy, stained forever, never pure again.

 "Hideki made your unfaithful White pussy cum so good! You DID ENJOY TOO!"

 Emily cried in bitter despair. What hurt most was that she was beginning to believe the cruel Jap's words... Did she actually enjoy what he did to her? Her mind said boldly NEVER, but her body betrayed her in the evidence of her cunt juice pools staining the carpet in a dark drench puddle.

 "Hideki" or whatever he was calling himself now had taken the most precious thing from her. And he was laughing about it!

 Hideo held her pink slit-lips apart and spit inside her married White cunt.  

 "Hideki going to drain his milky Asian babies into your sweet little pussy," he laughed while forcing her brunette head down to fuck her face and mouth some more.

 He bent the White whore over her own wooden desk and tied her hands behind her tautly stretched toned back with her own torn business shirt as he fucked her from the back.

 Raping the White wife from behind on her desk, each savage thrust inside her body as his Eastern cock pumped and pistoned in and out of her, the force sent the items on her desk to shaking and bumping. His eyes closed tightly in delight, when the Asian rapist's eyes opened back up, he looked down at her desk drawn by the sound of bumping and saw the picture frame of Emily and her White husband smiling happily. 

 If only her husband could see his precious wife right now. Moaning and thrusting back to meet her Asian rapist's thrusts, submitting to his rape of her body, and now offering herself to be used for his filthy pleasure of turning her into his cumbucket slut.

 Hideki grinned and fucked her White pussy harder. Her arms tightened, imploring him to go harder, she can take it, she wants it harder, rougher. Treat her more like a whore. She gets off on it.

 Hideki knew sooner or later, the White whores enjoyed being taken forcefully like this. He laughed his ass off as he fucked hers off.

 "HHNNNG!!! FUCKING FUCK!! Hideo LOVES your PUSSY!" the Jap screamed as he pumped her cunt with what felt to him like every muscle in his body tensed as he beast-fucked toward her cuntal destruction or desecration – whichever came first. 

 "HIDEO is the supeliol!" he screamed. 

 "BANZAIIII!"

 Hideo shot his degenerate milky seed to spray the White whore's pink cuntal walls.

 He pulled his cock out of her abused cunt and ordered the White whore to lick his slime-covered Asian dick clean and dry.

 Which she did, suffering through another half hour of delirious humiliation until Hideo's cock finally creamed inside her mouth. 

 "Now swallow Hideki's milky babies," the lecherous Asian rapist ordered her.

 Emily hesitated, only to be swiftly slapped by the Jap for disobedience.

 Emily spit out his cum when he slapped her.

 Furious, Hideo slapped her harder and forced her head by her hair to lick his sperm off the dirty carpet.

 Forced her to swallow it this time, like a good little slut.

 Hideo was still furious for her disobedience, and was not appeased until he dragged Emily by her long brown hair to her feet, her body stained in sweat and sore spots. Hideo dragged Emily to her in-office bathroom. 

 "Now," the Jap ordered her. "Drain Hideo's dick!"

 "The toilet's over there," Emily hissed, her eyes burning with hate and also burning from the cum he wiped inside her iris earlier.

 "NO!" Hideo corrected angrily, stroking his still-hard Asian cock directly over her pretty little White face. 

 "Toilet is HERE!" 

 He was pointing right at her.

 "Now: DRAIN HIDEO!"

 The nasty Asian rapist stroked his mocha-colored Oriental cock and began showering the married White wife in his warm golden yellow post-fuck piss.

 Emily's fresh tears became lost and indistinguishable from the stream pouring down her face as the perverted Japanese bastard multiplied the depths of her humiliation and violation. Hideo laughed in delight as he enjoyed demeaning her White beauty and corrupting her.

 "Drink it!" Hideo demanded as he continued marinating her in his urination. "If you try to spit it back at me, Hideo will do even worse rape than this! Hideo have hideous imagination!"

 Somewhere during the humiliating rape, Emily's normal mind switched off and she began to submit herself into a resigned passive daze just to get through the ordeal. 

 Hideo pissed a stream to fill her small White mouth with his Yellow piss and ordered her again to swallow it, like she would his cum.

 Emily tried to swallow but gagged.

 Hideo pissed hard up her nostrils in punishment and continued showering her face, hair— face, neck— face and tits, and pussy.

 Hideo grabbed her hair and forced her face down to the piss-soaked bathroom floor. 

 "Mop my Japanese piss off the floor with your long brown hair, you disobedient White slut! You Occidentals must learn how to show respect!"

 Hideo pressed her body facedown on the piss-soaked floor.

 "Lick it clean with your tongue! Use your White tits like a sponge to clean this up! Hideo getting impatient!"

 Emily shot her elbow up and tried to knock out the evil Japanese fucker, but he held her down and forced her to begin lapping the puddles of his piss off the filthy floor with her tongue like a dog.

 Emily's psychology changed during the extreme humiliation. It sent her over the edge. Emily's brain snapped and a deep down perverse side of her that she suppressed for so many years since she was a teenager, was now released to take the place of her publicly polite and proper façade she tried to pass off her her true self.

 Emily was always meant to be a slut for men.

 Emily began to relax what was a forced-upon smile into a wider genuine smile. 

 The ruined White wife now began to lap up her Asian rapist's cum-sprinkled cum off the dirty floor like the filthy whore he made her into.

 She had to admit that once the psychological barrier to tasting piss was overcome, she thought the Oriental's piss didn't taste that bad, actually. She'd had beers that actually tasted much worse.

 Seeing how degrading he made her, Hideo's thoroughly-drained dick became hard again, coming to life in his hands. He began stroking himself to another erect hard-on as he watched the desecrated White brunette whore embracing her humiliation as an act of reclaiming her womanly power or some shit.

 Hideo laughed his Japanese ass off. 

 He pulled up a strand of Emily's soaked brunette hair and rolled it into a bundle around his cock like another layer of foreskin as he stoked his dick, turned on hotter by her sluttiness.

 Emily was making slurping sounds as she lapped up his piss, and it drove Hideo crazy hot with perverse lust.

 "Hideo cumming! Hideo cumming!! AAAAAARGH!!! Hideo cum home!"

 The fucking Japanese pervert oozed out more of his sperm all over Emily's long brunette hair. He finished by wiping his filthy dick on her back.

 Hideo walked out of the bathroom and came back with the picture of Emily and her husband in the frame.

 "Kiss your husband," Hideo ordered her, pointing at the photo.

 Emily obeyed and kissed the picture of her hubby.

 "Hideo going to release you early... That what you going to do when you get home. Kiss your husband with Hideo still on your lips."

 Emily was still in a daze.

 "You're not done using me yet," Emily said in a strong voice. "Is that all you got, you sushi-making motherfucker? You haven't shown me you can handle a real woman, you bukkake-inventing, dolphin-eating, saki-drinking Japanese bastard. Make me scream your name, I don't even remember yours. What was it? Mister... Hidekit?"

 The evil Japanese man grinned darkly at the challenge she proposed. She wanted it harder. Next level extreme.

 She wanted him now.

 "I'll make sure you know my name and scream it," Hideo assured her, challenge accepted.

 "But Hideo demand to fuck you in your husband's marital bed. Hideo want to stain you real deep there, to make it extra special and nasty, Hee-hee-hee!" the evil Japanese man's vile laughter would echo in Emily's ears through her ravaged mind for years of therapy to come after her complete sexual desecration which she perversely found herself excited by.



Quickies Ch. 01



Quickies: Chapter 1--Sally

I couldn't believe it when I saw what the bartender was wearing. It was just a black t-shirt but it read, "Liquor in the Front, Poker in the Back." I suppose it would have just been funny but the bartender had a hot body. Her big firm tits were nestled tightly in the undersized shirt and her ass was molded into tight shorts. 

I was on vacation in Florida and wandered into a corner bar for a drink before heading back to my hotel. A long day in the sun on the golf course had dehydrated me and I just wanted to relax with a cold beer. Now here I was almost drooling as I watched the little vixen pour me a drink and move her hot assets behind the bar. She was a fresh-faced natural beauty, with simple good looks.

"Here on vacation?" She asked me as she set the beer in front of me.

"Yeah, just here to play some golf, enjoy the weather, and relax."

"Good. Where are you from?" She asked.

I tried not to stare at her tits as we talked but it was impossible. "I'm from New York."

"My name's Sally."

"I'm Paul. It's nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you sir."

Her use of 'sir' threw me off a little. She was probably in her early twenties and I am only in my early thirties. Perhaps she had a submissive streak in her I thought. I noticed that she kept the bar neat although the lack of customers probably made it easy to keep things in order. 

"Are you a native of Florida?" I asked.

"No sir. I'm from Tennessee but I go to school here. I'm working my way through school. The tips are nice and we have good customers here." She said as she tugged on her shorts.

"What are you studying?"

"Business. I want to work for a non-profit organization that addresses women's issues." 

"That's admirable but it surprises me."

"Why?"

"Well, not to be too forward, but it's your t-shirt. Seems like it could be sexist."

"Oh, this slogan? It's just for fun. The bar owner had them made up. He thinks it's funny. Besides, it gives customers a little thrill and it's true isn't it? I'm pretty open about most things. I guess you could say that I'm a part of the new generation of feminists. You know, both feminine and educated with a mind for equality."

"Hmm, that's interesting. What do you think it'll take for women to get treated equally?"

"Well, viagra will help." She gave me a sly look and checked my response. "I'm just kidding. But one of my professors did say that viagra will change the relationship between men and women in favor of women because it gives more importance to women's pleasure."

"Yeah, I can see that. Women do deserve more pleasure considering all of the pleasure they bring men." 

"Are you trying to flirt with me?" She asked coyly.

"Um, well, I'm trying not to be too obvious."

Sally smiled and turned toward the bottles on display behind the bar. She reached for a bottle and caught me staring when she turned back. With a warm expression on her face, she poured two shots of whiskey and offered me one. "It's slow tonight." She said raising her glass. "Cheers!"

We clinked glasses and I shot the whiskey as I eyed Sally's tits. In a sudden gesture she slammed her glass down and cupped her swelling mounds of femininity, "Ohh! That hits the spot!" 

She winked at me and shimmied over to the only two other customers in the bar. They'd been watching the little scene and were smiling. She spoke with them for a few minutes as I sipped my beer and stole glances of her. Eventually, the men got up to leave and Sally came back to talk, leaning against the bar as she asked, "Have you heard about that new drug that warns that you could have a four hour erection?" She laughed and added, "I wouldn't think that that would be a problem but then I'm not a man."

"Bet you've caused some four hour erections before."

"Maybe. What do you think? Could I do that to a man?"

"Definitely. Bet you've done it before." I smiled.

"Maybe you'd like to find out." She walked around the bar toward the ladies' room. She then untucked her shirt and dropped her shorts. Her naked ass was tanned and firm. I was shocked but there was no way I wouldn't take advantage of what was happening. 

Sally beckoned me with a finger and disappeared into the bathroom. I jumped up and joined her. She was aggressive and pinned me against a stall door with a tongue sucking kiss. She quickly undid my shorts and stroked my cock as our mouths locked in lust. I lifted her shirt and worked her tits, overwrought by their size and firmness. 

I had to feel her tits in my mouth so I broke the kiss and licked and kissed my way to them. I pulled her nipples through my lips over and over as Sally squeezed my cock. She was breathing in short gasps. I bit down lightly on each of her tender nipples.

"Oh shit, that's hot!" She urged. "I want you to use your tongue on my cunt!" 

She grabbed the top of the stall and began to raise her body. I helped lift her up by grabbing her ass and suddenly she was on my shoulders with her beautiful naked pussy in my face. She smelled delicious. Wrapping her legs around my neck, she demanded that I lick and suck her. I had never experienced anything like this. She was athletic and obviously knew what she wanted.

I mouthed her sweet smooth cunt, working hard to keep her elevated above the stall at the same time. I moaned on her clit and ate her furiously. Sally was thrashing against my face, drenching my lips. She leaned back and bucked her hips using her grip on the walls to lean back and push her pussy in my face. My cock was throbbing in the wildness of the moment. I wanted to use Sally's nasty efforts to shoot my boiling load.

I had a hard time prying Sally's thighs from my neck but she relented and slid down my body until she was against my prick. I grabbed her ass and together we moved our bodies until her slick lower lips enfolded over my cock. She unlocked her arms and fell onto my extended shaft, holding onto the wall, bouncing hot with her legs around my waist.

We began to vigorously fuck, standing there inside the toilet stall. The sounds of our moaning and grunting echoed through the tiled room. "Oh, this is so hot. You're a stud Paul." She licked my lips. "I love the way I taste. Fuck me until I cum!" 

I tickled her asshole with my fingers and worked to pump her hard. Her body was shaking and the movement of her huge tits was mesmerizing. I knew I wouldn't last but I wanted Sally to cum first. Sliding a finger in her ass, I rammed her against the wall and used my arms to make her bouncing more intense. We pounded together in abandon, both wanting release.

"Oh yeah! A little more! Fuck me harder baby!" She screamed.

I concentrated on my breathing and tried to hold back, flexing my cock with clenched asscheeks. Sally's pussy tightened on me as she began to cum. "Oh shit, I'm cumming on your hot cock." She clung tightly to me, smothering my face in her tits.

I erupted in a muffled cry. My cum surged through my shaft as I pressed my body against Sally. The tight grip of our sex union felt even better with the slick mess of my cum coating our friction. Hugging, we caught our breath and shared some soft kisses. "That was nice Paul." Sally whispered. She slowly lowered herself from my softening cock.

"Oh Sally. You're amazing." I said as I pulled my shorts on. 

Sally cleaned up with a satisfied look on her face and left. I washed my hands and splashed some water on my face before returning to the bar. It was still empty. I approached the sexpot bartender, feeling a little awkward in the aftermath of our wild scene. She looked at me and smiled. 

"I enjoyed that sir. You have a really nice cock."

"You're a fucking goddess Sally. I want...."

She put a finger to my lips and then replaced it with a sensual slow kiss. Then she pushed me toward the door with a hand on my ass.

"I need to close up now. Just wanted you to enjoy your visit to Florida. Here's a shirt to remember tonight. Maybe you'll come visit again sometime?"

I stood there staring at her through the door as she locked it. She lifted her shirt and pressed her beautiful tits against the glass before walking away. I eventually walked off with my souvenir in hand.



Quickies Ch. 01



Andy sat on a plush sofa, nursing a Red Bull with vodka and watching the glass-caged go-go dancers dressed as fetish characters gyrate to the beat. The dance floor was far too crowded, and he wasn't quite far gone enough to enjoy dancing, unlike his other friends who were busy getting groovy, or whatever people called it, with the other Goths, at this freakish little club he was attending.

Meagan, his beautiful busty friend he had lusted after for months, was getting freaky with a man painted like a zombie. Andy took a swig of his drink and half-smiled. Little did his friend's undead partner know that Meagan was a serious gamer, and relieved the pent-up stress of her busy schedule as a programming student by killing hordes of his ghoulish brethren. Zombie boy was really getting into the music, which was kind of pathetic since the DJ sucked. Meagan was enjoying herself too, busting out moves that Andy didn't know she had in her. Up until a week ago, their relationship had been all about bloody video games and weird pizza toppings, so it was strange to think of her doing almost normal things like dancing.

Andy's two best friends, Greg and Sarah, were also on the dance floor. They were a swinger couple who were known for being rather outgoing, especially any place there was booze and music. Everyone knew staying after midnight at the apartment they shared was taken as an offer for group sex. It was posted on their refrigerator with the other house rules: "no boots on the sofa" and "if you're offered a drink, drink it." Andy had made it a point to always be out the door at 11:55, not that he wasn't tempted, Sarah was a lovely seductive woman. Greg wasn't that scary either, as men went, but Andy was interested in intimacy in sex, and being a third wheel just didn't cut it.

Not surprisingly, Greg and Sarah were dancing separately; they seemed to always pick at random whether to appear to be a couple in public or not. It was something Andy never could comprehend. Sarah was wearing a slinky black dress with platform boots that made her over 6 feet tall, with legs from here to the next zip code. Her well-toned thigh was mostly visible due to a rather large slit in her costume. Her bare shoulders showed off her ample cleavage as well as the seven-pointed star tattoo inked on her left scapula. She wasn't exactly inviting people to dance with her, but she wasn't really holding them away either.

Greg, who was tall enough and skinny enough to be a male model, was in a world of his own. Two different women and a gay couple both tried to join him, and were immediately put off by his total arrogant indifference. Andy couldn't help it; he chuckled. Greg could really be a self-absorbed jerk sometimes and there was really nothing you could do about it. That was the main reason Andy and Greg weren't closer, that and the fact that Greg seemed a little too interested in Meagan.

Andy took another swig of his drink and zoned out on the go-go dancers a little more. The one on the left was an undead cheerleader with a ripped white t-shirt, blond pigtails laced with fake blood, and big cheery pom-poms. Her dance was frisky and energetic, as though whatever had bit and turned her couldn't take away her pep-squad spunk. She was a stark contrast to the amateur dancers on the floor, who were goofy and subdued.

The dancer on the right was dressed as a fetish nurse with knee-high white platform boots, a little white shirt and a skirt that didn't really cover much. She had a stethoscope coiled around her neck like a pet snake, and a syringe tucked into her right garter. Andy thought she looked a little too chubby to be a professional dancer, but appreciated her looks none the less. Variety, in club dancers, was a good thing in his book, and a little weight on a girl made her cushier in bed. 

A couple sat down on the sofa next to Andy, doing their best not to look at him. Their hands were already all over each other as they kissed feverishly. Andy sighed and tried to focus on the dancers. The cheerleader turned and winked at him as she continued her peppy dance. The guy on the sofa's hand slid under this partner's skirt. "Oh get a room," Andy thought as loudly as he dared. The nurse's plump bottom was wagging temptingly in his face. Out on the floor two girls in their underwear were trading pole dancing tips. Meagan was still getting freaky with her zombie friend. The man on the sofa's hand snaked into the lady's panties not six inches from Andy's leg. Andy was rock hard in his black slacks. It had been way too long since he had even masturbated. Next to him, fingers pulsed in and out of the beautiful girl. Andy stifled a gasp, trying hard not to draw attention to himself. His face was bright red and his body was covered all over with goose-pimples.

What this sort of behavior typical of night club? If someone saw the couple, would he get into trouble too? He downed the rest of his drink and shot up onto his feet. The horny couple quickly commandeered his spot. 

Andy felt better the moment he had his back to the naughty couple. Call him a prude or a coward, being so close to public sex was a bit unnerving. He still felt awkwardly aroused. Something calm and familiar was what he needed. Maybe he'd go out on the dance floor and try having some fun hanging out with Sarah, who was apparently still partnerless. Or maybe he'd get enough guts to break up Meagan and that stupid undead freak.

The little hallway between the lounge and the dance floor was very crowded and, someone knocked against Andy, nearly causing him to fall. He reached out for support and his hand landed on the scantily clad bottom of the fetish nurse, who was now on break and having a drink with a girlfriend.

The dancer wheeled around, obviously to yell at whatever jerk was grabbing her fanny, but when she saw who it was she quickly changed her expression.

"Hey cutey, still feeling lost?"

Andy murmured something and tried to bolt from the spot, but she grabbed his arm and stopped him. Andy's heart nearly stopped in his chest.

"Let me buy you a drink," she said with a smile. Andy nodded and she wheeled him off towards the club bar. Meagan and her partner were making a beeline towards them. This was turning out to be one hell of a night! 



Quickies Ch. 02



The room was lit with only a blush of colored lights. There was some kind of lame pseudo-metal music playing in the background. In the main room, Sarah and Greg danced seductively, still quite alone in the crowd. The little side room where Andy stood was packed to the brim with potential customers waiting for their drinks. Andy was having a hard time focusing; his crush Meagan and the guy dressed like a zombie, who she had been dancing with for the last hour or so, were heading towards him, and that was just awkward.

"What will it be?" The bartender asked. She was a very attractive woman with powerful arm muscles, and looked pretty tough. Andy would have been scared to pick her up, even if he wasn't with another woman; he had been rather forcefully picked up by one of the dancers at the gothic club he and his friends were patronizing. She was a beautiful plump woman dressed like a fetish nurse.

His date, such as she was, wore a little nothing shirt and skirt number that cinched in the back, knee-high platform boots, and a stethoscope coiled around her neck like a pet snake. She looked ravishing. Still, Andy was not very eager to let his potential girlfriend see him with another woman.

"What was it you were having? Vodka and Red Bull?" The dancer looked at the empty glass Andy was holding as though for confirmation. Andy was still too dazed to talk. "Two, please." 

Meagan and the guy she was dancing with pulled up to the counter and ordered a couple of glasses of coke and rum. Meagan was so adorable in her short skirt and corset top that Andy couldn't help but gawk a little, despite his desire to stay invisible. Her new buddy had his hand around Andy's gal-friend's waist, indicating possession. The gesture made Andy's blood curdle, but he had his own date and so wasn't in any sort of position to do anything about it.

The make-believe fetish nurse downed the drink he had been holding and produced the money for the two drinks she was buying. Andy kind of half-offered to pay his part, but she refused.

"I get a discount for working here," she said with a grin. "Oh, my name is Amanda by the way, and this stethoscope around my neck is real. An ex gave it to me when she decided to stop being an EMT."

Andy had no idea why she felt the urge to share that little bit of herself with him, but guessed she was trying to get the ball rolling by breaking the ice a little.

"That's an interesting story," Andy said, taking his drink as Amanda handed it to him. He was doing his best to do what the situation involved and act the part of a suave player, confident and sure of himself, completely comfortable with picking up a stranger at a night club. "I don't suppose you want to dance?"

"No," Amanda said, stabbing her straw into her drink a bit savagely, starling Andy a little. "No, I have to work again in a couple more minutes. But I have to make a couple of changes to my costume and freshen up my make-up, and I thought it would be lots of fun if you'd come help out." She took a large gulp of her drink.

Andy stood open-mouthed for a moment. Meagan and her zombie freak friend made their way back onto the dance floor, crossing uncomfortably close to him yet apparently completely unaware of his presence. Andy let out his breath in relief. He hadn't realized how tense Meagan's proximity had made him. Amanda was staring at him, waiting for an answer; for a moment he had forgotten all about her.

"I'm not sure I can do that." Andy admitted a bit reluctantly. "I'm kind of shy and don't know a lot about girls' clothes..." His eyes were following Meagan progression across the dance floor.

"You're so cute. I just want to swallow you whole." Amanda said, pinching his cheek like a maiden aunt might. Andy turned bright red. Was that as suggestive as it seemed? He pinched himself to make sure he wasn't having a wet dream. It hurt. "Come on," she continued, pulling him over across the dance floor towards the restrooms in the back of the club.

They passed very near where Greg was doing his solitary gyrations. Andy held his breath, hoping his friend wouldn't see him. Knowing Greg, he'd probably want to throw him a getting laid party, and Andy was pretty sure he wouldn't feel up to the occasion.

"I don't get it. Why me, I'm just a normal guy, not a lady's man." Andy wouldn't help but blurt out when they had neared their destination. He had a history of letting his big mouth get him in trouble with beautiful women. If he had a nickel for every time he'd said something stupid, he would be a millionaire.

"I like to play with geeks," Amanda said, opening the door to the solitary handicapped bathroom which stood between the men's and the women's room.

"I'm more of a nerd than a geek, really," Andy countered. Amanda smiled and pushed him into the restroom, locking the door after him.

Apparently what she said about making some costume changes wasn't all pretence after all. For several, minutes Andy busied himself straightening her leggings and loosening her corset slightly. Amanda was just fishing his cock from his slacks when there was a knock on the door. Andy could feel the goose bumps start breaking out on his arm again. 

"Yeah?" Amanda yelled peevishly at the intruder.

"Amanda it's me, Karen. Are you in there with that cute, awkward-looking guy who's been gawking at us all night?"

"Do you mind being shared?" Amanda asked quickly. Andy just stared at her blankly.

"I'll share. I'm going to unlock the door and let you in." And she did exactly that, re- latching the door smartly behind her friend.

Andy pinched himself again, just in case.



Quickies Ch. 03



Andy found himself in the oversized restroom of the local gothic club. Outside, his friends were having a good time drinking and dancing. His long-standing crush Meagan was even befriending a total stranger dressed like a zombie. Inside where two lovely women, go-go dancers he had been admiring, out on break eager to molest him. It would be a really good deal if Andy wasn't so nervous. 

The woman who had just walked in the door was about 5' 5", with blond pigtails splashed with stage blood, wearing a tattered version of a cheerleader's outfit. She had left her pom-poms elsewhere. The lady who had brought him was a little taller, with brown hair pinned up in a 1940s style, wearing a skimpy white shirt and skirt ensemble that was supposed to make her look like a fetish nurse.

The restroom was out of toilet paper, and a little grimy from having been used by so many different people throughout the night. Andy couldn't help but notice a pile of used condoms littered among the paper towels, both on the floor and in the wastepaper basket. The floor, what was visible of it, was made of tan tiles that crept partway up the walls like some variety of Southern weed.

Andy took a liberal swallow of the vodka and red-bull he had been drinking and tried to think strong, manly thoughts. Confronted by two such beautiful, lusty women he felt rather more like a small child. He was blushing head to toe.

"I have to warn you, I've never been involved in group sex of any kind before," Andy said daftly. He was sweating profusely with nerves. "I like things slow and romantic."

"I told you he was adorable, Karen," Amanda said, grinning devilishly at her companion. "Couldn't you just eat him up?" She licked her lips playfully.

"I sure could," Karen replied, flashing fang. Andy jumped about a foot into the air, taking the threat a little too literally. He began to back himself up into a grimy corner.

"They're prosthetics," Amanda explained with an aggravated sigh. "This is, you know, a Goth club. People DO wear fake fangs."

"I knew that," Andy said, relaxing an inch. "I have played too many creepy video games the last couple days," he thought to himself, mentally kicking himself for seeming so foolish in front of such desirable women.

"Of course you knew that," Amanda replied. "Now let's see if we can get that little prick of yours hard again before we have to go back to work."

Andy had had a lot to drink, but still, between the two of them they managed to get him aroused rather quickly. Together they kissed and fondled him, making Andy very horny and weak in the knees. They were both talented with their mouths, throats, tongues and fingers. Their caresses were as sweet and intoxicating as Andy's drink. He was getting very close to orgasm when there was another knock at the door. At first, the girls ignored it. Karen had Andy's whole member in her mouth and was licking the underside of his testicles. He could feel his buttocks tighten. The knocking continued, so Amanda felt the urge to unlock the door and yell at whoever was getting in the way.

Amanda stuck her head out the door and began to converse with someone. Andy's phone beeped. Andy sighed and fished the device out of his front pocket. It was a text message from Meagan.

"This guy smells like a sewer. Get me away from him!" Andy stared at the phone for what felt like a minute. Most of his lust had simply vanished away. It was only physical need he was trying to fulfill with these women, there was nothing emotional or spiritual in it. He had better things to do than engage in cheap sexual acts. He had a friend who needed him.

Karen was still working his member with her mouth and hands, but he had lost most of is interest. He looked down at her. Boy was she beautiful! A large part of him still didn't want to leave.

"I have to go," Andy said, standing up and zipping up his pants over his still hard dick. "My friends need me. Thank you though, I had a blast."

He pushed out the door before Amanda could stop him.

He found Meagan outside the club, where all the smokers went when they needed a fix. She was sitting with her back against the wall, partly hunched over, looking as though he had been crying.

"Care to dance?" Andy asked, helping his friend up to eat. "It's nearly 1:30, the bar will announce 'last call' in a moment. And in another thirty minutes we will be free to roam the streets in search of late night pizza with exotic toppings."

Meagan laughed and together they walked back out onto the dance floor. 



Quickies Ch. 04



"What are those numbers on the whiteboard?" Andy asked. He was a bit drunk and horny, and thus both a little reckless and flirty.

It was nearly three in the morning, and Andy and his friends had just walked back to Greg and Sarah's apartment to have a couple more drinks before calling it a night. Meagan and Sarah were still dressed in up in their sexy dancing clothing, which did nothing to quiet Andy's erotic imagination. Sarah was wearing a slinky black dress with platform boots and with legs from here to the next zip code. A lot of her well-toned thigh and more than ample cleavage was visible. Meagan was wearing a little black skirt that showed off much of her sender legs and made Andy think lovely thoughts about what sort of panties she had underneath it. She was smiling broadly and clutching an extra-large garlic, sausage and jalapeno pizza the foursome had picked up on the long walk back from the gothic night at the club.

They stood in the entryway closest to the kitchen. The refrigerator boasted not only the couple's infamous list of quirky house rules, but also a series of erotic and semi-erotic magnets including one with two men with tight pants and oversized genitalia playfully spanking each other, and one with a busty naked woman bearing the caption 'dip me in honey and throw me to the lesbians!' 

Looking at these magnets made Andy a little uncomfortable. If the couple had such kinky stuff right out in the open, he couldn't bear to think what they were hiding in the bedroom. "I can't believe you never noticed the numbers before!" Greg said, bringing Nick back to the conversation. Greg's jeans were extra tight, leaving his junk right out there in the open for everyone to see. It was hard not to be a little intimidated.

"Oh, let's not get into that, not tonight," Sarah groaned. "Leave the kids alone."

"Oh come on, I'm sure I can handle whatever it is you tell me."

Sarah and Greg looked at each other in disbelief.

"Are you absolutely sure you want to know? You're not going to be mad at me later when you sober up a little?" Sarah asked, setting the plates and napkins down next to the box of pizza.

Greg rolled his eyes, as if to show that his girlfriend would make a big production out of nothing. 

"I want to run my tongue up the back of your legs until you scream with wet ecstasy," Meagan read out loud off the refrigerator magnets, obviously oblivious to the conversation.

"Ditto," Greg replied, eying Meagan's legs lustily.

"Me too," Andy added, not wanting to be left out.

Sarah looked miffed.

"Sarah was about to tell Andy about the numbers on the whiteboard," Greg told Meagan as an aside.

"Oh, I love that story!" Meagan grinned. "You two are so imaginative."

Andy blushed. He couldn't believe he was the only one who didn't know.

"It's not such a big deal, basically an RPG for swingers," Greg started.

"Yeah. Whenever I want a little outside fun, I just have it, and when I get home I give my man the details, and we decide how many points it's worth. Every so many points, he'll give me a reward or something." 

"I still don't know why it's so imaginative," Andy admitted. 

"OK, so you see, when Greg and I opened up our relationship a couple of years ago, I was really too shy to do much about it. There would be an occasional threesome with some unwitting soul who decided to linger after midnight, and a couple of cheap flings with some random guy friends once or twice a year."

"You're understating," Greg said. "That time you blew my step-brother made me hard for a week, and the thought of that gal you were sleeping with while I had my big exams gave me the hottest day dream yesterday."

"Well, besides these episodes, we'd go through months with no outside sex, and that was just too dull," Sarah interjected. "Even that monster cock of Greg's gets a little dull without something to compare it to."

"Your monster cock," Meagan giggled, coyly glancing at the bulge in Greg's jeans. Greg grabbed his crotch and moaned bestially to demonstrate. Both women smiled. Andy looked lost.

"Cool," Megan said, taking a couple of slices of pizza, handing one slice to Andy and keeping the other one. "I'm not sure I'd be up for that sort of relationship; it seems a bit stressful."

"You get used to it," Greg replied matter-of-factly. He walked over and slapped Andy on the back. "Hearing the story is the first step into my inner circle. You're a man now; have a beer."



Quickies Ch. 05



The time was 4:15 a.m. The place was the little well-kept one-bedroom apartment that the young swinger couple, Greg and Sarah, shared. The four friends were, with the exception of Sarah, who had slipped into a silk robe, still in the costumes they had worn at the gothic night in the club that evening. Greg, who was the most normally attired, was in a pair of tight blue jeans, a t-shirt with a print of "the Scream" on it. Meagan, who was short and cute, with long curly brown hair she could sit on, was wearing a purple corset top that laced up the front and a short black skirt that showed off her gorgeous legs. Andy, who had never been to any sort of club before, was wearing a black collared shirt and black slacks.

Andy and his friends were sitting in the living room, eating pizza and nursing beers. The only illumination came from the black light and the television. They were taking a break from watching an old James Bond movie while Greg and Meagan had a drawn-out conversation about the novel Dune. The conversation was long and dull to Andy, who had never read the book and therefore had nothing to contribute. 

Sarah sat quietly and drank a lot. Andy was not sure whether he was imagining it, but it seemed Sarah was showing a lot more cleavage than she was last time he looked at her. She was a powerful woman, with nice strong curves, and Andy definitely appreciated the view. He realized, however, that Sarah's show of skin was to distract her boyfriend from his geeky conversation, and he was simply a side spectator. This knowledge did not make the view any worse, or the bulge in his pants any less persistent.

After a couple more minutes of dry conversation and two more inches of skin, Greg's speech became more slurred and punctuated. Meagan looked over to see what was distracting her friend, and her jaw nearly dropped open. Greg took the opportunity to move over closer and grope his girlfriend's lovely full breasts that were spilling out the top of her robe.

"Do I need to leave the two of you alone for a bit?" Meagan asked with humor in her voice. Sarah kissed her boyfriend roughly on the mouth, and the fondling grew more intense. Meagan and Andy stared, feeling both awkward and aroused. Andy licked his dry lips. Meagan crossed her legs tightly together. Sarah moaned lustfully.

"Ok," Andy muttered, feeling quite out of place. "Are you good to drive, Meagan?"

"Not yet," Meagan gasped. Her voice sounded hoarse. Her legs were so tightly crossed, it looked like it must hurt. 

Greg moaned deeply, his mouth around Sarah's nipple. Sarah's head was back and her mouth was wide open in ecstasy. Andy flicked back on the movie, but even the explosions and car crashes weren't enough to get his mind off the sex. He could make out the breasts and hips of the hot young co-star under her clothing and wondered what it would be like to pull the clothes off or her. He was very hot and aroused. It had been too long since he had even masturbated. 

After several more minutes, the couple regained their composure and showed interest in watching the movie. Their bodies were still pressed together, and Greg's tight pants made his arousal quite clear, even in the dim light. Monster cock indeed!

"Do you two always get so demonstrative when company is around?" Meagan asked, a little bitterly. Andy looked at her legs, which were still tightly crossed, and wondered dreamily if she was wet. He could almost smell her arousal and the thought made him very hard. He would love to pull her legs apart and push his cock into her right there in his friend's living room. Would she moan in his ear as his cock snaked in and out of her. Would she shudder as she came? Would her muscles clutch at his engorged member, pushing him friend to his own climax? What would it be like to shoot a hot load right into her? Would he come so much that his seed dribbled down her thighs and onto the sofa? Would Greg yell at him for desecrating his living room? What would Sarah's lips look like wrapped around Meagan's swollen pussy, licking up his sticky cum from her friend's wet hole. He scolded himself for the naughty fantasy; he refused to be a drooling male.

"I'm sorry, sweetie," Greg said, giving Meagan a friendly hug and a winning smile. It was obvious that his friend appreciated the attention, despite her inhibitions. Andy remembered Sarah saying once that it was hard for women not to feel good when Greg put the moves on them, and if Greg wasn't putting the moves on Meagan, Andy didn't know what he was doing. He felt some inner beast roaring inside of him. He didn't like seeing his friend so close to his potential girlfriend.

Sarah crawled onto the sofa next to Andy and began slowly massaging his shoulders. Andy had to try hard not to ejaculate on the spot. He was so hard and felt so horny that he was afraid his cock would burst open like an overcooked sausage from all the lust. Sarah's fingers were so light and talented as they kneaded his sore muscles. Nick bit his lip and tried not to think happy thoughts. He could feel pre-cum leaking from his over-engorged member. Sarah's fingers pushed into a particularly sweet spot and Andy simply melted. They would have to pick him up off the sofa with a spatula.



Quickies: Corrupted



Warning! This story is interracial and contains mind control and cheating and a very evil woman. Read my biography first please. And if you have constructive comments or critics, send my the feedback! Do not leave them on the comment board just so you can feel like a superior writer. Hope you enjoy.

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George Grissom headed up the narcotics department in his police station. But he did more than that. He had once worked in nearly every area and department in the place. As a former field officer and detective, now he was next in line to become Captain of the location. He was also a married man with two kids. 

Today was a very big day for his team. They had brought in a notorious crime lord's girlfriend for questioning. This wasn't the first time they had brought her in. Her name was Charnel Simone, she was black and she was immeasurably voluptuous. It was easy to see why her powerful boyfriend had chosen her as his playmate. Charnel's boyfriend was suspected in drug trafficking, money laundering, murder and half the crimes in the city. 

"Charnel... We know you're not telling us all you know. We can offer you protection. Just tell us what you've seen and all will be taken care of." George's long time friend and former partner, Bill, was doing the questioning. It was his case, George just oversaw the proceedings. He had been trying to bring down the guy for years. Bill believed Charnel's boy to be more powerful than suspected, like he was some type of kingpin. 

"I've told you all I know officers, all I've seen. We've been over this before. My boyfriend is innocent. You have no evidence and no eye witnesses. Just lay off, look somewhere else." She eyed George with her dark eyes. They were near hypnotic. He could tell she knew more than she was saying. But he had a feeling that there was even more beneath her surface. 

"Well every time we do look somewhere else, someone ends up dead. And it all seems too convenient for you and your boyfriend." Bill replied.

"What makes you think that with what I've told you that I'm involved?" she asked a little surprised. 

"We've got some new evidence... and the new word on the street is that your boyfriend is nothing more than a high paid thug working for someone called... the Black Queen." This was new information to George, which was a reason why he let Bill do all the questioning. It was his case. 

Charnel looked upset. Bill had hit a button. "That sounds rather bizarre... A thug working for a woman?" she responded and regained her composure. 

"At this point... We're ready to believe anything." Bill got back.

"Well, you're barking up the wrong tree." Ms. Simone said. She looked the hands of both the officers. They both had wedding rings on. 

Bill looked to George. It was obvious that they weren't going to get any further. George nodded to Bill. "Okay Ms. Simone, you are free to go..." she got up from her seat and gathered her things. "Oh and just for your information... we do have a witness." Bill lit the fire that would be his entire precinct's undoing. But it usually worked. Their station was the best at protecting witnesses and by telling suspects in the past, it helped them catch the criminals in the act or coming after the witness. 

Charnel paused. She looked like she was thinking about who it could be until she figured it out. The voluptuous black woman looked to George and Bill again. "You boys picked me up... the least you can do is take me home." She eyed George. 

"I'll take her. George has more important things to do." Bill took charge for his friend. George had to go home and send the babysitter home, make dinner for his children; they were only 2 and 3 years old and his wife was out of town. Charnel looked disappointed. She looked like she wanted to pout like a little girl who suddenly had to do a chore. Then she stared into Bill's eyes. 

"Lead the way officer." She smiled. George sensed that something was amiss with her. She knew something. But for George it would have to wait. Bill led Charnel to his car and drove off. George got into his car five minutes later and started his drive home. 

On the way towards his house, he couldn't help but daydream. Charnel oozed sex all around her. George had never really been attracted to black women but he had to admit to himself, if he wasn't married and didn't work for the police, he would fuck her in a second. She had a juicy round ass, but not ass big as most black men would prefer. She carried a very large pair of tits that she always showed off, including today. George thought of how they were bigger than his wife's. He tried to shake his adulterous thoughts from his head when he pulled into his driveway. 

A few hours later after George had put his children to bed he thought that it might be a good time to call Bill again. He dialed his cell phone number. George had tried to reach him twice earlier in the evening but got no response. The phone rang and rang.

"Hello George." It was Bill. 

"Hey Bill, where you been? I called you twice already. You always pick up. What kept you?" George asked.

"I was... preoccupied." He said back to his boss and friend. 

"Okay... what can you tell me about our witness and where we are going next?" George asked.

"Nothing, George. Nothing I can tell you now will make you understand. But you will understand, George. You will understand very soon." Click! Bill hung up on his friend. George was visibly concerned. Bill didn't sound like himself. 

Ding dong! George's doorbell rang. Strange, he thought. He wasn't expecting anyone, especially at this hour. 

George walked to his front door and opened it. There stood Charnel Simone, and she was dressed to kill. The sexy black woman wore a bright long-sleeve solid yellow dress that clung to her hourglass figure. The hem went down to the top of her knees while the top showed off the dark valley between her big luscious black tits. She wore matching heels that made her stand up taller than George. 

"Hello Mr. Grissom... Can I come in?" she asked. George looked her up and down. Her long black hair was done up nicely on top of her head. 

"How did you know where I live?" George asked. This was very peculiar. 

"Your friend, Bill, told me. I told him that I would talk to you. I would give you my secrets, answer your questions. I just didn't want to do it in the police station." Charnel responded with a light smile. George could sense she was up to something.

"Bill gave you directions to my house?" George asked the redundant question. This is what Bill must have meant on the phone. He must have been upset over the fact that Charnel was only willing to talk with George and not himself. George would break the case, not Bill. "Well if this is the way it has to happen, then so be it. Come on." He motioned her inside his home. "We need to keep things quiet, my children are asleep upstairs." 

"That might be difficult..." She strode past him. George couldn't help but stare at her ripe round ass. Charnel seemed to add a sexy sway in her walk as she moved to the family room couch. It was a good thing that George's wife wasn't home. She may not have stood to have such a desirable woman and affiliate of a suspected criminal in the house. "When you hear what I have to say." 

"What do you have to say?" George moved behind her and sat down on the couch opposite hers. 

"I'll answer your questions... but first you have to answer mine." Charnel smiled. There was a hint of evil in her tone. George didn't like where this was going, but he knew that as a protector of the innocent he had to pursue it. 

"What questions?" 

"I have some questions for you... if you answer all of them truthfully; I will answer all of your inquiries with a hundred percent honesty... after I'm done with mine." 

Sounded like a fair deal to George. After all, what could she possibly ask him that he couldn't tell? 

"Okay, as long as your questions are reasonable, deal." He answered. George couldn't help but steal glances at Charnel's massive bust as she began.

"I hear tell you are in line to take over the precinct, is that true?" Charnel asked.

"It... seems that way, yes." George was a little taken aback by the question. How could she hear that? What did Bill tell her?

"Hmmmm... Do you have any plans with the station once you're in control?" 

"Not at the moment, no." George said in reply. These questions were mighty irregular.

"I noticed the ring around your finger and you mentioned your kids... are you happily married?" she looked deep into his eyes.

"Yes, I am very happily married." George could answer these questions, no problem. It just bothered him especially that this woman he didn't know was asking him. Charnel looked over at the wall behind him. There the family photos stood.

"Is that your wife, in the bottom picture?" she stood and walked over to it. George kept his eyes on her, turning his head and watching her in a way a husband should not watch a woman he is not married to. 

"Yes. We were in Hawaii there." 

"She's a little plump, isn't she?" Charnel crossed the line.

"Excuse me?" George was angry. What gave her the right to say such a thing? This is what he got letting her inside his home, he thought. 

"If you don't want me here then I'll just leave and take my information with me." Charnel looked back at him with a threatening tone but a smile on her face. George wasn't going to let this case slip through his fingers just because of some slander against his wife. 

"I'm sorry, but I would appreciate it if you didn't say such things." He said trying to get her to say. He hoped her questions would end soon so that he could ask her the more important ones.

"Answer my question. Is your wife fat?" Charnel was getting on his nerves. He hoped that the witness had some info on her so that he could bust her too. He had to answer her though.

"She's on a diet." He said wishing that would end her strange curiosity. But it didn't.

"I asked you if she is fat. Answer the question... honestly." She demanded.

"Yes, my wife is overweight." George gave in. It really was a good thing his wife wasn't here. 

"You seem like the kind of guy that wouldn't accept some fat cow for a wife... and even though she's fat she still has small tits... I think you want someone with big tits. Don't you want a woman with big tits?" Charnel moved in front of George now, her succulent body standing before him now. 

Was she trying to seduce him, he thought. Well, to his surprise it was working. His cock was growing harder by the second. 

"I happen to like my wife's chest very much." He lied, trying to put an end to this. 

"I told you not to lie to me. Tell me what you'd rather have." She caught him. 

"I... uh... well... my wife's best features are her personality, and that's what counts." George tried to not answer her question. 

"Look at my tits..." George looked at her ripe black melons. "Now tell me what you'd rather have." Ms. Simone seemed as though she was trying to seduce the married officer. But it was working. George was rock hard. He rationalized his hard-on since Charnel was a very sexy creature and he simplified his next answer by simply trying to get Charnel to tell the truth. 

"It would have been nice if my wife had bigger breasts." He gave as much as he could. But Charnel wanted more.

"Breasts as big as mine?" she cupped her large globes and squeezed them. George was becoming transfixed. "Wouldn't you like it if your wife had an ass like mine?" Charnel turned around and ran her hands over her behind, sticking it out in front of the married man's face. 

She began her dance. Moving her hands all over her hot black body Charnel inched closer and closer to the married man. Something that George and his unit never knew about Ms. Simone was her expertise in hypnotism. Now she had used her body to hack into George's subconscious, at least partially. "You love my ass, don't you Baby? You'd love to hold it... you'd love to squeeze it... you'd love to pound my black ass..." she turned around and bent over, giving him a perfect view of her black cleavage. "You love my tits, don't you? You love the fact that they're black... you want to hold them... suck on them... nurse from them... my hot black body is better than your wife's... and you would do anything to fuck my hot black body..." 

Thoughts that were in George's head began to subside. He forgot about his job. He forgot about his duty. He forgot about his kids upstairs. But then he forgot about his love for his wife, all he could think about now was how his wife's body was nothing compared to Charnel Simone's delicious frame. Charnel looked into the eyes of her victim. His eyes were mesmerized by her body. He was hers. It had worked, just like it worked with all her subjects, including a couple hours ago with Bill. She needed to take him now and make him her slave forever. No foreplay, just fucking. 

"Let me see your white cock..." she requested. 

George continued to stare at her as she turned around. He was frozen. His conscience had caught her last words and he made no move now to comply but he couldn't move. 

"I don't... think this is a good idea... I'm a married man." He got out, low on breath. 

Charnel straddled him on the couch. Her dark hands went over his and brought them to her massive chest and squeezed her hands over George's forcing him to feel her tits still covered in clothing. "Feel my tits!" she guided them all over her body. "Feel my hot black body! It's better than your wife's isn't it?" 

"Yes! It is... oh my God!" George's mind gave in. Charnel reached down between them and released his white cock from its confines. She pulled the bottom of her dress up her waist and exposed her bare black pussy. She hadn't worn any underwear. She knew she was going to fuck the married cop. 

"It's time to fuck your black queen!" she commanded and lowered her steaming black snatch onto the married white pole. Charnel cackled with evil, it was always so very easy. George was amazed at how tight she was. And all he felt was warmth. This black seductress had control of him. The pleasure was so intense that his arms fell limp at his sides and all he could do was watch Ms. Simone's tits bounce as she rode him. Now was Charnel's chance, a man was never more vulnerable. He was in part of his subconscious. Here she could take complete control. "How does my black cunt feel?" 

It took George a moment to process her words and respond. "Amazing! Ughhhh... ohhhhh God!" he moaned. Her black cunt was manipulating his fuck-stick in ways he never dreamed were possible. Charnel loved to seduce married men the most; it always brought her to orgasm. And George was no exception. Her black pussy was slickening his white cock with an endless supply of her juices as she spasmed and came on his cock, but never broke stride and continued to fuck George into submission. She grabbed the back of his head and directed his gaze to her large black cleavage once more while she leaned in and whispered into his ear.

"My black cunt is better than your wife's isn't it? It's the greatest experience of your life! Better than your wedding day, better than the birth of your children... You would do anything to have my black pussy again, wouldn't you? Your friend would... I fucked his brains out earlier. I own him now. Just like I own you... You belong to me now. You will do anything I say. Say it! Say you will do whatever I ask!" Charnel's true colors were shining now. And so were George's.

"I will do... anything you ask of me! Oh my God, your cunt! It's incredible!" he nearly yelled. 

"Quiet, Baby... we wouldn't want to wake your kids now would we..." 

"No... we don't. Oh God, I never knew! Charnel your pussy is amazing!" George was nearing his impending explosion. 

"My name to you is no longer Charnel. I am you Black Queen! Your wife, your children and your sense of duty mean nothing to you now! All that matters is pleasing me, your queen!" the Black Queen continued to bounce on her new slave's white prick. She had conquered another cop. 

"Yes my Queen! I live to serve you! Oh God!" George gave in. His final shred of decency was gone forever. He was a corrupt cop now. 

"You white men are sooo easy to seduce... I didn't even need to show you my bare tits... now... complete your transformation! Cum inside your black queen! Once you cum inside black... you never go back!" the Black Queen ordered her subject. 

All George could do was obey. "YES MY QUEEN! I'M CUMMING! OH FUCK!" he spurted a full load of white hot sticky cum into her black womb. He shot jet after jet into his ruler for what seemed an eternity of bliss until it went black. 

He awoke a few minutes later to see his queen standing before him once more. Her yellow dress was still above her waist and his cum was gushing out of her black cunt and down her legs. His cock was soaked in their combined juices, still out in the open. Looking at his queen's body again started to get him hard once more. 

"How do you feel?" she asked him. 

"I feel... very satisfied." George smiled.

"Who has the better body, your fat cow wife or your black queen?" 

"You do, my Queen! Your body is perfect." George was now a loyal subject.

"You and your friend, Bill, will make good additions to my collection of subjects. You especially." She smiled with an evil laugh.

"What do you wish of me, my Queen? I will do it..." George said while his eyes roamed over her voluptuous black body. 

"First I need the evidence from my case destroyed." 

"It will be done, my Queen." George said with no guilt or afterthought.

"Second, I need that witness to be taken care of... as in... kill them." She commanded.

"Yes, my Queen. Bill and I will do it." George was at full staff again. Obeying his queen made him harder.

"Once the investigation is dropped and you are the station's captain, I will seduce and hypnotize every man in the force with my body and control them all. This city will belong to me." The Black Queen was victorious. 

"Yes, my Queen... the city will be yours..."

"You will never fuck your wife again... your cock belongs to me and me alone, your queen." said the Black Queen of the criminal underworld.

"Yes, my Queen... my cock is yours..." said George. 

"Do you love your wife anymore?" she asked.

"No, my Queen, I only love you and your hot black body." 

"That's what I thought... you're such a good subject. And for your reward, you will have me once more... right now. I want to sit on your married white cock again." The Black Queen moved over to her slave once more. This time she turned around, with her back facing him, she impaled her black booty onto George's betrothed prick for the second time. 

"Yes, my Queen, Ughhhhh... ugh... fuck me..." 

"Daddy?" it was his daughter and son. They were standing at the stairs, witnessing their father commit adultery and betray their mother. But he was no longer their father; he was the Black Queen's slave. "What's going on Daddy? Why is that black lady sitting on your lap?" 

"Tell them to go to bed." commanded Charnel. It was a good thing that the kids had not come down earlier, they would have ruined everything. But they were too late now. Their dad was corrupt, and would always do as his queen ordered. 

"Nothing, go back to bed." said George. His kids stood there, not knowing what to do. "NOW!!!" they scurried upstairs, back to their beds. 

The Black Queen bounced on her slave's cock again. She looked back at him. "Oh I'm sorry, Baby, didn't you want to ask me a few questions?" she asked.

"No, my Queen. I understand now." He replied, grabbing and massaging her big black tits through her yellow dress. Charnel Simone, the Black Queen, grew an evil, victorious smile on her face. It was all too easy.



Quickies: Daddy's Little Princess



My lone child was my beautiful daughter, Dee. It was not long after her eighteenth birthday that I finally noticed that she was voluptuous as well. As her father, I knew I shouldn't have been having these thoughts about my daughter, but I could hardly help it. 

Her mother and my wife may have kept me happily married for twenty years however there were two major disappointments. First, she became unable to bear anymore children after she had Dee, not giving me what most men want, a son. I wasn't mad at her for this, I still loved her with all my heart and it wasn't her fault. It was just unfortunate for the both of us. The second problem is in the present, she has become overweight. We both have experienced weight gain in our older age with our metabolism slowing. But I have made the trips to the gym, kept up with my diet and stayed in shape. I don't just do it for myself; I do it for my wife. She hasn't done this for me, and so our sex life has drastically declined.

And so I had become sexually attracted to my daughter. She had long brown hair down to just below her mid-back. Dee had a tight but round and fleshy ass. Most importantly, she had a magnificent pair of large, succulent breasts, twice the size of her mother's. I have never been a breast man, till now. I was slowly becoming obsessed with my daughter's body. Dee was wearing skimpier and tighter fit clothes that left little to the imagination. She also had pierced her navel. But the icing on the cake was her scank tattoo. Well, at least that is what my wife calls tattoos on girl's lower backs, right above her ass crack. Dee had a scank tattoo and it was a cross! I looked at it every chance I got. I found it funny that the symbol of Christianity was pulling me closer to sin with visions of incest. 

Another thing that I found more attractive in my daughter was that she was no prude. In fact, all evidence pointed to her being a full-time slut! My wife, however, was a prude. And she often lashed out at our daughter and her whorish behavior that we had heard of. 

"She gets away with all this because you refuse to punish her!" my wife shouted at me. It was a Sunday, and my wife was yelling at me since our daughter was apparently hung over from partying last night. My wife was ready to go to church as we always did. But Dee had been missing more and more services lately. "Haven't you ever noticed how she never brings the same guy home? Our daughter is a whore! And it is all thanks to you!" 

My wife slammed the front door and sped off to church in her car, alone. That hurt. My family was crumbling before my very eyes. I didn't know where or how to fix it. Was the main problem my marriage, our sex life, my wife's weight problem? Was it our daughter, Dee, who seemed to have a reputation for sleeping with her entire school? Or was the root of all our troubles me, who didn't do know how to stop the unraveling? But I felt that I couldn't reprimand my daughter. She was my little princess. 

"Daddy?" 

I looked up to the stairs and saw Dee standing at her doorway. To my surprise, she was awake and she was dressed. But my wife would beg to differ. My daughter was dressed in a black halter top and a black skirt that came up to her mid-thigh. Her pierced navel was on full display. She walked down the stairs with her black pumps hitting the steps. 

"Yea Baby?" I said, watching her breasts bounce. 

"Are we going to church?" she asked with a sad look. 

"Your mother and I thought you weren't feeling well… She left already." I said with hope that Dee hadn't heard her mother's comments about her and me. 

"I know… I heard." She said getting closer to me. I couldn't help but glance down at her cleavage when I got the chance.

"Baby… don't listen to her. She's just… well…" I didn't know what to say. 

"A prude. That's what she is Daddy. She is a prude and a bitch!" she in a matter of fact tone.

"Dee, don't talk about your mother like that." I said, but my daughter was right. 

"Why Dad? If she is going to speak her mind about what she feels to be true about me, then why can't I do the same?" she asked. I was at a loss. "And besides… Mom is right, I am a slut!" she put a special emphasis on the word 'slut.' 

There was a sudden intense look in her eyes. My daughter was looking at me as if I was her prey! I backed up as she moved towards me. Her hands were on my chest before I could think. "Dee, what are you doing?" 

"Does it bother you, Daddy, that your only child is a nasty slut?" Dee's touch felt electric. But I was scared. What was happening? Was she trying to seduce me? My own daughter? "Or does it get you hard?" she grabbed my now hard dick through my pants! "Looks like it doesn't bother you!" 

"Dee, what are you doin…" I was cut off by my daughter pushing me backwards. I landed on the couch behind me in a sitting position. 

"I'm a nasty slut, Daddy, a bad girl. And I need to be punished. Look Daddy, I'm not even wearing any panties." She dropped her skirt to her feet. I was astonished, she was telling the truth. And the neatly trimmed snatch hair above my little girl's cunt had me harder than I had ever been in my life in an instant. It was obvious now, my baby girl, my little princess was trying to seduce me, and she was doing a damn fine job of it! If I was going to stop her, it had to be soon. 

Dee turned around and backed her ass up to within twelve inches of my face. "I'm a bad girl, Daddy. I need to be punished. I need to be spanked!" she bent over slightly and looked back at me, her father, with a devilish smile. I looked at the tattoo of the cross on her lower back. It seemed to call me to her behind. 

"Dee… honey… we can't do this." I made a light plea. 

"Feel my ass, Daddy, and then see how you feel… Come on… you know you want to… I've seen you look at me more and more. Mom has become a fat piece of shit! She can't please you like I can. I know you want me… I know you want to touch me… I know you want to fuck me! Here's your chance… Now put your hands on your slutty daughter's ass and spank me for being such a bad girl, a nasty slut!" her words possessed my hands as they went up to cup her ass cheeks. I couldn't believe I was about to grab my daughter's ass at her request! My fingertips and palms made contact and I squeezed.

"Oh Baby… you ass is perfect!" I started to massage her bare rump. I could see her pussy begin to drip fluids onto the floor below her. She was really wet! 

"That's because I stay in shape unlike Mother! Now spank me for being such a bad girl!" she spurred me on. 

Smack! "You are a bad girl!" I said with a satisfactory smile. 

"Yesssss! Soooooo bad!" She moaned in approval. 

Smack! Smack! "You're a naughty slut! Seducing your very own father!" Smack! 

"Yesss I am a naughty slut! And I need to be fucked! Only my daddy's big cock can fill my need! Whip it out for your daughter! I'm gonna sit on it!" she commanded. I quickly obliged. My large dick sprang out from my pants. I couldn't wait to be inside my daughter! Screw the foreplay, we only wanted to fuck! 

"Come on, Princess. Sit on your daddy's lap!" I grabbed her hips and she grasped my cock, aiming it at her forbidden passage. My cock head pressed against her cunt lips and sat all the way down onto her father's fuck-stick. I was all the way inside her before I could even fathom it. Her pussy was extremely tight! "Jesus!" 

"Oh God, you're huge! I'm tighter than you thought I would be aren't I Daddy? Well, now you know the main reason I'm such a slut! It doesn't matter how many guys I've fucked, I'm still the tightest cunt in the county! Ugh! We better make this quick Daddy, if we're going to make it to church on time." she smiled at me and started to bounce. 

"Oh Princess! You're so tight! Fuck me, Baby!" I could see her pussy muscles on my cock whenever she pulled up; she was clenching my shaft so taut. 

"Like my pussy, don't you Daddy? It's better than Mom's isn't it? You'd much rather fuck me than Mommy wouldn't you? WOULDN'T YOU?" she demanded an answer.

"YESSSS! I WANT TO FUCK YOU FOREVER!" I grabbed her breasts through her top an squeezed them roughly. I was a man possessed, taken over by my daughter's hot body and filthy mouth. 

"That's it, Daddy! Fuck your daughter's slutty pussy! Surrender to me! Give up! Give in to your daughter's hot body! Ah, ah, ah!" she moaned. My daughter was taking complete control.

"Yes Baby! I give! I GIVE! FUCK YOUR DADDY'S COCK!" I yelled and continued to drive up into her sopping wet cunt. "

"You cannot resist me, ever! My hair, my face, my cunt, my ass and my tits are better than Mommy's! Every inch of me is more attractive! And my prize is you, her husband and my daddy! Come on! Fuck me harder! FUCK ME HARDER!" Dee began to cement our incestuous affair.

"Fuck Dee! Oh my princess! YOU FEEL SO GOOD!" I could hardly control to motion of my body or my thoughts. 

"You belong to me now! I am your keeper, your mistress! Oooo… I love your big daddy-dick! Oh yea! Yea! Yea! Ughhhhh! Oh FUCK!" she came on my cock after redefining our father-daughter relationship. I don't know if it was her words or my large penis that made her cream, but I didn't really care. I was about to cum soon too.

"Dee, I'M GONNA CUM! GET OFF ME QUICK!" I didn't want to impregnate my daughter. 

"Why do that, Daddy? No, I want you to cum inside me!" she commanded!

"But Baby… you're unprotected!" I pleaded. 

"Exactly! I want to feel your sperm inside my womb. I want my daddy's seed to fertilize an egg within me and make me pregnant! And you will, Daddy! You will knock me up! You will do as your mistress commands!" she ordered. Dee looked back at me as though her mission was nearly complete.

"Oh Jesus! No!... I… I can't help it! I can't resist!" I gave in and prepared to launch my seed into the depths of her uterus.

"Yes, Daddy! You cannot resist me! It is futile. I will have your baby! I will give you a son, unlike that fat bitch you're married to! Now impregnate your daughter like the bad girl she is! I'm such a nasty slut! I LOVE IT!" 

I couldn't believe what I was hearing! My daughter wanted to have my son. She wanted me to make her pregnant. I quickly realized that this was what I wanted as well. And my daughter was right, I was her slave now, and her wish was my command. "Yes, Baby. Whatever you say." 

"Yes, Mistress!" she corrected me.

"Yes, my mistress." I pounded up into her even more. The squishy sounds of our incestuous coupling filled the family room. My explosion was very near.

"Good job, Daddy. You please your mistress well. Now look at my cross. I want you staring right at it as you cum inside your daughter's cunt and impregnate her! Ooooo this is so wicked! Incest is definitely the best!" 

I obeyed my daughter and looked at the cross tattoo above her ass. That was all it took. I came inside Dee like a canon, shooting jet after jet of my hot potent seed inside her womb. I spurted inside her for what seemed to be five minutes, the most intense orgasm of my life! And it was in my daughter's pussy! 

Dee looked back at me with a devious smirk. Her mission was accomplished. The slut had turned her father over to the dark side by making him her personal fuck slave. She stood up; my cock plopped of her still clenching cunt. My cum ran out of her pussy down her legs and dripped to the floor. Dee put her skirt back on and spoke to me looking in my eyes while she cleaned up. 

"I own you now, Dad. Your cock and cum belong to me. I won't allow you to fuck Mom anymore. I'm hotter than Mommy, so I deserve your big cock, not her. And you will make me pregnant. Now zip up! We've got to get to church. I'm gonna love being in the chapel with my daddy's sperm inside my womb! Mmmmmmm… so naughty!" she smiled at me one last time before walking over to the garage door, shaking her ass along the way.

I knew my life had changed. I knew that my daughter meant every word she had said before, during and after our fuck session. And this was how I would fix my family. I would be my slut daughter's sex slave, never fuck my wife again, and make my little princess pregnant…



Quickies: Helen



“Pumpkin, your cum’s delicious but if you drink a lot of juice, it’ll taste so good I’ll never be able to stop eating your love fluids.”

I was talking to Helen on the phone at work. She was a secretary in the financial aid office of the small local college. We’d become the proverbial “friends with benefits” after I’d met her at a bar one night. She was a single mother who I found out had an insatiable appetite for cum and cumming. That night she took me into the parking lot and sucked my cock until I was fully drained and then thanked me and handed me her phone number. I called her the next day, wanting a repeat but also wanting more. I also mentioned that I wanted to return the favor.

Helen laughed, “Honey, you have no idea how much I enjoy just sucking cock. And your cock is perfect because I can take it all the way into my throat without gagging too hard. I’ve done this a lot in case you didn’t figure it out and I get plenty of pleasure from just swallowing.” 

We made plans for that night. It was the first time I knew that I was guaranteed sexual pleasure on a first date and that made me a little nervous. I went to pick Helen up, a dozen roses in hand and a tingling cock in my pants. “Oh, you’re so sweet.” She said. “But I really want your cock.” She gave me a cock-hardening kiss.

At that point, I didn’t know if she was serious about wanting my cock right then but in the weeks to come, I found out that she was. We went out and had a nice dinner. Helen was very open about the fact that she had a stable of men who she serviced fairly regularly. It was mind-blowing but not as insane as the blow-job she gave me later that evening. 

After dinner, Helen was very forward about wanting my cock for dessert and she insisted that we go to my place. She pulled off her panties in the car, allowing me to finger her as she undid her blouse and removed her bra. She didn’t bother with rebuttoning herself and as we walked to my door, I could she her big tits bounce. Helen wasn’t the most fit woman I’d ever had but she was definitely the most sexual. She was attractive in a simple, natural sense and she carried her extra weight nicely.

Once inside, Helen poked around and found her way to the bedroom. She was so nonchalant and confident. I was speechless but no words were required. Helen sat on the bed and undid my pants. She moaned as she took it into her open mouth, just holding it there on her tongue. Then she had me lay back and began sucking me. It was so delicious to have her expert mouth on me, her tongue flickering, her cheeks sucking hard, her lips clenching on my shaft. 

I wanted her to get off too so I maneuvered her around so I could eat her. Helen’s skirt billowed over my head as I discovered she wasn’t wearing any panties and she lowered herself on my face. Our mouths worked frenetically until I couldn’t control myself and Helen sucked a big load of my cream down her throat. “Yummy!” She breathed after she swallowed a big gulp. “I’m gonna keep you hard.”

Helen began licking my thighs and balls, all the way to my asshole. The whole time she pinched my cockhead with her fingers and made loud noises. I was enraptured and my cock throbbed like never before. When she felt the power return to my cock, Helen shifted positions and took off her skirt.

“Fuck me baby, make me cum.” She demanded. I was so turned on by this sexpot secretary that I got on top of her and ramrodded my cock into her waiting hole. She groaned and hollered, “Yes, hard and rough you fucker!!!” 

I pounded her as our bodies became a wild spasming of flesh. “Suck my tits while you fuck me!” I complied, taking as much of her tit into my mouth as possible. “Fuck me. Bite on my tits! Make me feel it! Make me sore!”

An unbridled intensity erupted in me and I attacked Helen’s body with all my energy. She began to flail underneath me as I did all she wanted. “Oh shit! I love it!!! Yes! I’m gonna cum you bastard!!! OOOOhhhh!!!”

I released her tits, pulling them through my teeth and focused on pistoning into her cunt. Helen’s nasty efforts had me on the edge and I wanted to prolong her orgasm before I unloaded again. She reached down and began to play with her clit, “Straddle my tits and cum on my face!” I quickly pulled out of her and did as she said. I mauled her tits and pumped up between them. When I felt the first cum-rope surge through my shaft, I released her tits and exploded on Helen’s face.

Helen moaned as I coated her. It was so hot to watch my cock spurt onto her chin, lips, and cheeks. She was still fingering herself and writhed in pleasure. “Kiss me. Share your beautiful cum with me baby.” 

I’d never done anything like that before but in that moment I couldn’t resist. Helen gave me the sloppiest kiss ever and locked my body into a tight grinding action that caused her to cum again. We moaned together, never breaking the gooey, cum-stained kiss. 

When we finally calmed down, Helen asked me to drive her home. She rested her head on my shoulder and we held hands on the short drive across town. Her clothes were a mess and there was dry cum on her face but she looked incredible anyway. She smiled at me before getting out of the car. “I hope you like anal because we’re gonna have lots of fun together sweetie.”

All I could say was, “Helen, you’re amazing. Thank you.” I felt stupid saying thanks but it was all I could utter. She smiled and leaned back into the car to tongue kiss me. “See you soon, stud.”

Over the months, I drank a lot of juice and Helen told me that I could just show up anytime at her house for blow-jobs. I did that and on a regular basis, she sucked me off outside her office during her lunch breaks. Once she swallowed my load in the stairwell of her office building at the end of a workday and another time she let me fuck her in the bathroom. I moved away a year later, but sometimes I still call Helen and we have phone sex. I’m about to call her now and talk her through one of her patented silent office orgasms right now.