2 comments/ 8348 views/ 2 favorites The Facial By: texashorror Under normal circumstances, I would have been a lucky man. After all, what man wouldn't want to give a woman a facial? What man doesn't fantasize about that? But the circumstances of this particular activity were far different from what you are thinking. It's much different when you are under pressure to perform. And I'm not talking about fear of inadequacy; I'm talking about the fear of having the cold steel of a gun barrel resting against your temple and being told you will die if you don't ejaculate on a woman's face. That's not something you fantasize about. "You'd better get it up," the man had said. "You get it up and come on her face or I swear I will put a hole in your head the size of her black fucking heart." And so, trembling and sweating profusely—I would have been crying, too, if the terror hadn't made that function temporarily unavailable—I pulled out my manhood and went to work. It had never seemed smaller than at that moment. I stayed flaccid for what seemed like an eternity, feeling (or imagining) his patience waning with every passing second. I searched my mind for the most erotic image I could conjure, but the true fear was greater than my wildest pleasure. I stood there for a lifetime, pulling away in my futility. Kelly, meanwhile, looked equally terrified, though she had the easy part. Kneeling, with eyes wide, she only had to watch and wait as I continued in my plight. If I would have only looked into her eyes, I probably never would have managed, but I scanned down to her heavy breasts. I remembered her taking her shirt off in front of me just a few hours ago. I remembered running my tongue down that deep line of cleavage, remembered marveling at the flesh just above her black lace bra, flecked with beautiful freckles. Then I looked lower, to her silky thighs. I thought back to pushing up her skirt and pulling down her panties before putting a hand on each thigh and parting them gently. Then I positioned myself between her as she waited rather impatiently, her chest rising and falling with anticipation, then the warmth and constriction as I found purchase inside of her. It was an exquisite journey, making love to her. I recalled pushing myself as deep as I could, Kelly arching her back in response to my girth, drawer her nails up my back. Then, after savoring our entwinement, I began to move, slowly at first. The first beads of sweat were already forming on Kelly's chest. I quickened my pace. Kelly seemed to be pulling me into her, urging me to explode with every stroke, asking for each thrust as if she needed the next one more than the last. It was quick, as the first time with someone frequently is. I came inside her as she cried out, pulling me down on her and squeezing her thighs against me, as if she didn't want me to move until I had deposited every last drop. Reliving these events managed to make me rigid, and I began to have some hope. Kelly still looked mortified, but gave me a small nod of approval. She didn't dare speak. I stroked my shaft as if my life depended on it, stroked it raw, praying for the tingling sensation of climax. The nice thoughts began to slip my mind as the gun barrel pushed through them. A fresh stab of fear gripped my already hammering heart. But just when I felt my cock begin to soften, Kelly flinched and shut her eyes. A couple of white drops appeared on her cheek. She leaned in closer, and in another instant a steak of fluid spurted across the bridge of her nose...another over her lips...another. To my surprise, I allowed a small moan of pleasure as I came on Kelly's face. Even in the face of possible death, I still enjoyed a climax. A wave of relief washed over me, for two reasons—both of them obvious enough that I don't have to explain them. Kelly kept her eyes closed as I slowed my strokes, my orgasm dwindling to one stringing line of semen reaching from the tip of my cock towards the floor. The barrel left my temple, and I closed my eyes and had never been more grateful for getting myself off. Kelly still had her eyes closed when her husband aimed the gun at her head and pulled the trigger. The Facialites There is a group of girls who have a secret club of facial lovers. They meet every week, and every time they meet, one of them has to bring back a story of being facialized. One is a university student. One is a high school teacher. One is a writer. The university student talks about how intimate facials can be, and how she never really feels close to any of her male friends until they've cum on her face. "It's not the same with any other part of your body. There's a lot of trust involved with the face. I mean, I've had guys cum on my tits and still there was no intimacy, no love. It's best when I finish them. That way, he has to trust me with his penis, so there's a two-way trust thing going on." "I agree," says the teacher. "That's why I only let other faculty cum on my face. I feel more seductive and in control with the students, because they're just kids. With the faculty, I'm vulnerable because I'm the youngest woman there. If the other women there found out, they'd take it straight to the school board. Besides, it's a little scary letting someone that inexperienced cum on my face. You never know what they're gonna do." "Yeah, but that's why you like it: you're scared," the writer says, grinning. "The young ones are wild, unpredictable." "I dunno... have you ever had anyone really young? I mean, since we were?" the teacher says. "I've had my share of youngsters. And besides, I didn't see you complaining about that sophomore kid you had ram his cock down your throat a few years back." The teacher blushed a little. "God, that was intense. Did I tell you I made him fuck my face?" "You did. Yeah, I like it when the youngsters facefuck me, definitely." "And Daniel doesn't mind?" the teacher asked, referring to the writer's husband, a fellow faculty member of hers. He also moonlighted as an occasional lecturer at the student's university. "No, not at all, so long as he watches. In fact, just this week Daniel watched while one of the boys in the workshop blew a load on my face. Of course, Daniel's own dick was wedged pretty tight into your anus, if I remember correctly," the writer says, pointing a finger at the student. "He may have had his attention elsewhere." "It is possible. Thank you for that invite. Your husband's great, I had a lot of fun," the student said, smiling. "And I'm glad to hear you liked that guy. He's a really good friend of mine. In fact, if I were looking for a boyfriend right now, he'd be just my type." "So he's cum on your face a lot then, I take it," the writer said. "Oh yeah," the student said. "Quite a lot." "So, do we have tape of this stuff or what?" asked the teacher. "Oh yeah," the writer said, brandishing a thumbdrive. "In fact, it was shot by this friend of hers. Daniel got sick of being cameraman, so he handed the boy the camera." "Well, plug it in," the teacher said, pointing to the student's computer (they were at her house). It had a very large monitor that she used to edit films for her classes. They watch the video: A camera is being held to the WRITER's face as she sits on a couch in an airy suburban living room. There is music playing, and evidence of a fair amount of wine drinking on a nearby table. Other voices can be heard in the background, specifically those of DANIEL and the STUDENT, who are speaking in flirtatious tones. The Facialites The teacher nervously glances at the phone as she talks. TEACHER No, I keep it down. Try to set a good example for the kids. YOUNG MAN It must be a nightmare trying to hang onto their concentration now that everyone has phones like that. TEACHER (laughs) Don't get me started... it's actually not that much worse than when I was teaching you guys. I remember you texted so much in class that I had to stand directly over you sometimes. YOUNG MAN Yeah, yeah... and that one time you could tell that somebody had their phone on because it kept vibrating, and you were so sure it was me? TEACHER Oh yeah! I came and stood over you as you worked, and when I heard the vibrating, I put my hand on what I thought was your phone in your pocket... YOUNG MAN And then it totally wasn't my phone... They both laugh. YOUNG MAN So, uh... did anyone ever find out about our little, uh, you know... TEACHER Hm? Oh fuck, no! How do you think I managed to keep my job? "Mmm, I like it when you say fuck," the writer said. "Are you guys gonna talk the whole way through, or am I gonna see some dick in this video?" the student asked, unzipping her jeans and sliding them off while still managing to keep her breast in the teacher's mouth. Once the jeans were all the way off, she got on her hands and knees above the teacher. The teacher's hands went straight to the student's ass and panty-covered pussy. "Oh, there's dick. Just you wait," the teacher said after finally taking her lips off the student's bosom. The student moaned as the teacher's hands went into her panties. "What's this incident you guys are referring to?" the writer asked. "Well, a few days after I touched his 'phone,' I came and stood over him again and asked him if there were any cellphones in his pocket today," the teacher explained as her finger found the student's clitoris. The student collapsed onto the teacher, looking up into the older woman's eyes. "Fuck me, mommy," the student said, and laid out beside the teacher, clinging onto her in a fetal position. Because of the awkward position, the teacher had some trouble slipping off the student's panties, but she managed to before continuing with the story. She threw the wet panties to the writer, who proceeded to rub them on her face and smell them. "We had a little giggle about that, and he said 'I don't think so, but if you want to check, you're more than welcome.' So I leaned over his desk, pretending to point out a mistake in his work, and put my hand on his thigh. I reached out and grazed his dick, just grazed it, with my little finger." As she spoke, the teacher worked three fingers of one hand over the student's pussy, two spreading her labia open while the third rubbed her clit. "I felt it thicken, and I got so turned on that I had to have one of the seniors fuck me right after that class," she said, and slipped a finger of her free hand into the student's ass. Meanwhile, the student fondled her breast with one hand and sucked the thumb of her other hand. "So it became our little thing. He'd ask me to come over to his desk to help him with something or other, and I'd rub his dick through his pants," the teacher explained. "Fuck me mommy fuck me mommy fuck me mommy," the student managed to squeak out when her thumb wasn't lodged too deep in her mouth. "Did he ever cum?" the writer asked, toying absently with the student's panties as she spoke. "I think so, once... anyway, I'd like to imagine that was his cum I felt through his pants that one time." the teacher said. "Yeah, if he did cum, it was just the once, though I did notice he was always the last to leave the class on the days I touched his dick." "Oh mommy fuck my ass fuck it please mommy fuck my ass," the student said, and the teacher obligingly worked another finger into the student's anus. The student sobbed with desire as she got on her hands and knees, ass in the air. "Poor guy. He must have had an erection like a skyscraper," the writer said, sticking her tongue out to lick the still-wet patch on the inside of the panties. "Yeah, I'll say. This one time, I called him to my desk after the bell rang, and he stood there really awkwardly, book held in front of his crotch." "FUCK ME MOMMY FUCK ME MOMMY FUCK ME MOMMY," the student screamed, her own fingers now buried in her pussy, her plump chest flattened on the couch as the teacher worked four fingers in and out of her ass, almost to the knuckle. Finally, the teacher worked her whole fist into the young girl's ass. The student froze, convulsing, her eyes rolling into the back of her head. What began as a breathy, wordless moan worked its way into a massive scream. She dropped onto her back, writhing and clutching at pillows with one hand as she shoved as much as she could of the other into her pussy. "YES! MOMMY! MOMMY! YES!" she screamed before finally subsiding into a series of moans. After a few minutes, she rolled off the couch and onto the floor, shambling awkwardly on her knees over to where the writer sat. She offered her hand to the writer, dripping as it was with her juices, and the writer began licking the young girl's fingers. "Now, where were we?" the teacher asked, flushed and winded. She finally took off her clothes completely and lay naked on the couch, caressing herself lazily. "Oh right, the book. So there we were, alone in the classroom, and I asked him to put down his book for a second. He does, but he sort of hunches over in this weird way." "Go on," the writer said, putting the student's hand on her chest. The student began unbuttoning the writer's cardigan. "So I say 'stand up straight,' and he reluctantly does, and boy, does he ever." "Big bulge?" the writer asked, reaching under her skirt and raising her ass off the chair so she could pull off her panties before feeding them to the student. "You have no idea," the teacher said, laughing. The teacher is leaning forward on her desk, the young man still standing. TEACHER But you were okay with me touching you, right? You didn't feel molested or anything? YOUNG MAN Oh, I had no problem with it. Trust me. TEACHER Some days you seemed to like it more than others. YOUNG MAN Well, it all depended on where exactly you'd touch me. Like when you went straight for the crotch, it didn't do much for me, but when you rubbed it more gently, that was heaven. TEACHER You mean like when I touch it like this? The teacher reaches between the boy's legs, putting her hand all the way up his crotch. YOUNG MAN N-no, that's how I didn't like it... relatively speaking. TEACHER Oh, so you preferred it like this? The teacher moves her hand slightly, finding the shaft of the boy's dick wedged down his trouser leg and giving it a squeeze. TEACHER Like that? YOUNG MAN Uh huh. TEACHER Or do you like it when I just graze it, like that? The teacher runs her fingertips over the bulge, which gets more pronounced as she does it. YOUNG MAN (breathing heavily) Uh huh. She moves her hand further down, running her fingernails over the lower end of the bulge, which is now throbbing through the boy's tight pants. TEACHER What about this thing right here? You prefer it when I touch this part? YOUNG MAN (moaning) Y-yeah... TEACHER If I just rub it back and forth like this, do you like that? She starts moving her fingertips back and forth across the end of the bulge, causing it to twitch slightly. YOUNG MAN (whispering) Yeah, that's pretty good. TEACHER (smiling) Yeah? The teacher laughs. TEACHER This is fun. I kinda wanna see what I'm doing. Do you mind if... She points to the boy's belt buckle. YOUNG MAN No, not at all, go ahead. She looks up at him and stops rubbing him so she can lean forward even further and unbuckle his belt. TEACHER Are you getting an eyeful? YOUNG MAN Yeah... it's appreciated. TEACHER Did you ever sneak a peek in class? YOUNG MAN Sure, sometimes. TEACHER Ever see any nipple? YOUNG MAN Of yours? No... never got so lucky. TEACHER You will, later. She finishes unbuckling, unbuttoning and unzipping him. She pulls down his pants and frees the bulge. She runs her fingertips from the tip of still-clothed shaft to the base and back again, making his dick jerk reflexively in response. He reaches out and slips his hand underneath her top and bra, cupping her breast and toying with her nipple. She closes her eyes in ecstasy. TEACHER Mmmmm... I told you that would have to wait, I'll get so distracted if you do that. YOUNG MAN I didn't feel like waiting. Biting her lip, she reluctantly removes his hand and places his fingers in her mouth, sucking on them as she looks in his eyes. Then she puts his hand away and lowers her still-open mouth onto the head of the boy's clothed cock, sucking on it for a few seconds. "Bear in mind, that until now, I'd never knowingly touched his cock," the teacher explained as she masturbated calmly with both hands. "So there was no actual contact, or even exposure while he was your student?" the writer asked, fondling her now-nude breasts while the student went down on her. "No... well, sort of," the teacher said, her eyes wistful as she thought back. "Did anything happen after you told him to..." the writer paused and moaned as the student's tongue found her sweet spot. "...to put his book down?" "Not exactly... I asked him if that was for me, and he said yes. I asked him what he'd like to do to me." "And what did he say?" the writer asked, sliding down in her chair and putting her legs over the student's shoulders. "Oh, you know, typical stuff, really. Nothing too exciting. Said he'd like to fuck my brains out and make me cum all night long, that kind of thing." "Teenagers," the writer said. "Hey!" the student said, sticking her head up. "Calm down, honey. You're an exception," the writer said, pushing her head back down. "Wait a second: knowingly? You never knowingly touched his cock?" "Yeah... a funny thing happened on his senior trip, which I was a chaperone on." The writer slides the boy's boxers down and his cock slaps her in the face. She runs her hand back and forth over it before grabbing it by the head and stroking steadily. TEACHER You know, I saw you jerk off on a girl's tits once. That's how I know you like it like this. YOUNG MAN Yeah, I know... TEACHER You do? She sucks his cock as he tells the story, fondling his balls as she uses her lips and tongue on his cockhead only. YOUNG MAN Yeah, senior trip, right? I was with Lorna Barrow and we went out into the woods alone. Lorna didn't notice because she was... somewhat preoccupied, but when I looked back toward the motel, I could have sworn I saw you watching us from a window. When I pulled out of her mouth to cum on her tits, I thought of you. I'd never cum that hard. Usually, my cum would just go straight down and onto her tits, but this time, it shot out onto her face and into her hair and mouth. She was pretty pissed. She had to wash off in the lake, and pretend that I'd pushed her in it to explain how wet she was. The teacher pops the young man's cock out of her mouth, but keeps rubbing it, teasing it, spreading her saliva across it. TEACHER I remember that. I confronted Lorna and told her I'd have to tell her parents unless she did me a little favor. The teacher greedily puts the cock back in her mouth and sucks vigorously, giving off muffled moans and wet smacking noises. YOUNG MAN Oh, you did, did you? TEACHER Mm-hm. She once again removes the cock, but keeps it very close to her lips as she works the head with her fingertips. TEACHER I told her to bring me back some of your cum. She licks the head, teasingly at first, but then crams it back into her mouth. YOUNG MAN Oh... so that's why... This time, she strokes the whole shaft when the cock is out of her mouth. TEACHER Yup. She went right back to your room and blew you, huh? She puts the dick back in her mouth, and we can tell by the way she works it from the sides that she is teasing it with her tongue. YOUNG MAN Yeah... I came to the door and as soon as she was inside the room, she just closed the door and pulled my pants down. Usually, she didn't like me cumming in her mouth, but this time, when I warned her I was cumming, she just looked in my eyes and kept sucking. I came into her mouth, but it was clearly a bigger load than she expected, and she had to pull me out. I came on her face again, this time on her cheek and chin before she aimed it down at her tits. Then she left. The teacher continues sucking. YOUNG MAN You were outside the door, weren't you? The teacher nods, keeping the cock in her mouth. YOUNG MAN And she kissed you, giving you a mouthful of my cum? Again, the teacher nods. YOUNG MAN And did you lick off the cum on her face and tits? Once gain, the teacher nods. YOUNG MAN Did you maybe gather some up on your fingers and lick it off? The teacher nods. YOUNG MAN And do you think Lorna liked having you do that, lick cum off her face and scoop it off her tits? The teacher smiles as broad a smile as she can without letting the cock out of her mouth, and nods again. YOUNG MAN And did you maybe put some of my cum in your pussy? The teacher nods again, more solemnly this time. YOUNG MAN Why would you do that? The teacher finally takes her mouth off the young man's dick and looks directly into his eyes, grazing the cock with her fingernails. TEACHER Why? The teacher looks from his face to his cock, and begins masturbating the young man. As she speaks, she varies her technique, using both hands, running her fingers up and down the bulging blue veins on his dick, fondling his balls, sometimes using just her palms or just the tips of her fingers, occasionally sticking her tongue out and licking the shaft or the head. Her voice gets increasingly frail as she speaks, growing faster and more desperate. TEACHER I'll tell you why. Because I love your cock. And your cum. I adore it. I've wanted it since the first time I saw it, since the first time I felt it through your pants. It's so thick and gorgeous and hot and hard and it tastes so amazing, so salty and I love the way it feels in my mouth, so smooth and yet so rigid and when I feel it in the back of my mouth it's like I could cum just from the feel of it. Right now, I'm looking at the head of your fucking cock and it's just so thick and fat and I just want it in my pussy so bad and I want cum to shoot out of it and into me and onto me and everywhere and- The young man grabs her by the face and forces her to look up at his out-of-frame face. She falls completely onto the desk, supporting herself with her elbows. YOUNG MAN You talk too much. And with that, he shoves the teacher's head onto his cock, grabbing the back of her head and skullfucking her brutally. She moans onto his dick. With his free hand, he reaches into her top and cups her swaying breast. She fondles his balls. He stops thrusting for a moment, and they work together to bring his entire cock deep into her throat, where it stays until he pushes her back off the desk and into her revolving office chair, which slams against the wall behind it with the impact. She tears off her top and reaches under her skirt. She moves her panties to one side and furiously rubs her clit as the young man climbs onto the desk, his face now above the frame. In a second, he is perched on his knees on the edge of the desk, pumping his cock. Finally, he explodes onto her, the first wad of cum hitting her hair and the side of her face as she continues masturbating. The second burst goes on her breast, and she rubs it into her skin before licking what's left off her hand. The third lands on her stomach, and she wastes no time in grabbing it with two fingers and plunging them deep into her pussy. When the spurts become to weak to reach her, the young man climbs off the desk, face still above the frame, and rubs his still-somewhat-hard cock on her stomach and breasts. She raises her arms above her head and spreads her legs, stretching like a dancer. She looks up at his face. He takes her wrists in his hands and rubs his cock on her lips. She moans and takes him back in her mouth. He bucks his hips, fucking her mouth while keeping her hands in the air. He puts both her wrists in one hand and reaches down to fondle her tit. She pushes him back against the desk, and he lets go of her wrists to steady himself, his cock now fully erect again. The teacher looks into his eyes and laughs a little. TEACHER That was fun. She rolls the chair close enough to the young man to take his cock back in her mouth, sucking on it for a few seconds before taking it back out. She keeps stroking it and rubbing it on her face as they talk. TEACHER Oh, God, I'd been waiting for that. Ever since that time at the hotel. You know, that night at the hotel? The night after the thing with little Lorna? I dreamt you were standing over my bed, jerking off and I sucked you off until you came all over my face. YOUNG MAN Guess what? TEACHER What? You had the same dream? YOUNG MAN Not exactly... that wasn't a dream. She stops rubbing. TEACHER What? YOUNG MAN That wasn't a dream. TEACHER (whispering) Oh, God... She resumes teasing his cock, rubbing it on her face and licking it as he talks. Her moans rise in intensity as he talks. YOUNG MAN That's right... I broke into your room using a key I got from the lobby... you were on the bed in those weird pyjamas and I very, very carefully unbuttoned them and ran my finger over your breasts... you started moaning in your sleep and your hands went into your pyjama bottoms and I started jerking off... through my pants at first, but then I couldn't help it, I needed to have my cock near your face, so I took it out and when you actually reached out to touch it, I thought you were awake and I was in deep trouble, but you only kept on moaning and you actually put in your mouth... TEACHER (breathy whisper) Oh God, I thought it was all a dream... YOUNG MAN And I think I actually came in your mouth a little before pulling out... some of it shot onto your pillow, but the rest went all over your face and into your hair... I thought I was screwed, especially when you rolled your face right into the wet cum on the pillow, but you never woke up, or at least I didn't think so, but I guess you were awake, huh? I remember, you slipped your bottoms down and stuck your ass in the air as you masturbated... that's the first time I saw your ass... God, it was amazing... TEACHER (breathily) Oh, you like my ass, huh? YOUNG MAN Oh God, yes... She pushes his chest, and he sits on the desk, taking the opportunity to remove his clothes. She turns around seductively, unzips her skirt and slinks off her panties. She steadies herself against the chair and presents her ass and pussy to him. He needs no further encouragement, grabbing her by the hips and entering her. She moans, a long, continuous sound that lasts as long he takes to fill her. Once he is all the way inside, he begins to thrust, slowly at first, then building up speed as his hands explore her, moving across her back and to the back of her hair, grabbing a handful of it. With his free hand, he clutches her ass, then smacks it, drawing a scream of pleasure from the teacher. He grazes her ass crack with his thumb before pushing it into her anus. The Facialites She seems to enjoy this, but after a while she steps away, turns around and slams his back onto the desk, his face whizzing by too fast for us to get a good look at it. She climbs onto him and rides him. His hands once again move over her, on her tits and over her ass. TEACHER I'm cumming! I'm cumming! I'm cuuuuuuyyyYYYES! YES! YES! She bites her lips and moans through her teeth, rocking her hips from side to side. She is dazed, flushed and dreamy. TEACHER Did you cum? YOUNG MAN Again? No. TEACHER Wanna cum in my mouth? YOUNG MAN Sure. TEACHER Okay. The teacher steps off him and rolls onto her back on the desk, head on the right side of the frame. She is closer to the camera than he is and risks a glance into the camera, her face taking up the whole frame for a second as she pans slightly to the right. When she looks back, the young man is standing, his head again above the frame. We can no longer see the dry-erase board, as it is too far to the left. Instead we see some of first two rows of student desks. She raises herself up on her elbows to look at him. TEACHER Come over here. The young man walks to the other side of her desk, and the teacher tilts her head over the edge of it. He slips his dick into her mouth, grabbing her tits as he fucks her mouth. She rolls over, lying on her stomach, dick still in her mouth as she looks up at him. Evidently, this is too uncomfortable, and she withdraws, keeping her hand on his dick as she slips off the desk on his side, kneeling in front of him. He resumes fucking her mouth, slowly. YOUNG MAN Oh God. Oh God. He pulls out, stroking his cock gently, an inch from her face. The teacher bites down on her lip and rubs it with a finger. TEACHER Oh yeah, baby. Come on, baby. Come on... With a final grunt of exertion, he cums onto her lips. She turns her head slightly, spreading the cum across her cheeks as he continues pumping it out. Finally, she takes him in her mouth one final time and moans around his cock as he pumps what little cum he has left down her throat. The Facilities It fucking hurt. Or, they hurt. Her nether regions were causing her an above average amount of pain. Female blue balls, maybe. The outside parts, her labia, were so swollen they felt as if they hung halfway to her knees. Her clit burned. Itched. Jumped around inside her panties and chafed. And her cunt--it had to be iron-hard on the inside; the spasming and contracting had stopped hours ago. Since then it had clenched in tighter and tighter on itself, apparently juicing out her over-reacting glands in the process. The crotch of her brushed cotton trousers was damp enough she questioned if she'd slightly pissed herself or something. Not like she wasn't less than a few minutes from doing that too, if she couldn't find somewhere to stop with a restroom that promised not to to be growing fungus. She drove recklessly, eyes scanning the wooded suburban thoroughfare for something, anything, that would serve as a pit stop. The ache in her groin grew worse with every burst of panic, so she told herself repeatedly to calm down. Breathe. And fucking DRIVE. The endless walking up and down, gawping at exhibits, posturing, drinking water, juice, & champagne at every other stand had taken its toll. So had being around ___, and so much for her bright idea, too. She simply had not allowed enough time, not for the good stuff anyway. Images of them going at it in the stairwell kept invading the well-kept distance between 'want' and 'can have;' she forced them back down. Because today that's all she'd gotten was her imagination. And if she didn't come soon, she was going to turn psychotic in her sexual frenzy. But first, she had to piss. At last, a coffee joint. There had to be a bathroom. Squealing into their cramped parking lot, slamming on her brakes, she launched herself out the car door, nearly getting her foot caught in the seat belt, and ran. She tried not to hunch over noticeably but it wasn't easy to stand up straight with the double urgency of her bladder and her pussy screaming at her. Passingly she wondered what would happen to a man with this same problem, if he'd even be able to piss with a raging erection. The place looked like a log cabin, complete with porch. A bell jingled against the glass door, was still jangling as she dodged past the startled counter-person to find their facilities. Once in, she threw her coat in the corner and her purse on top of it, hopping from one foot to the other. Squirming to hasten the process, she yanked open the pants' velcro and the zipper and the the whole works down to her ankles. On one toe she spun to face the correct direction, having to tighten her grip on her internal muscles even more momentarily, since they knew the end was in sight. Movements jerky, she lifted the hem of her long satiny shirt and smacked her behind down against the cold white plastic of the toilet seat. For a second, as she let go, she wondered if, since she'd been holding everything so long, it wouldn't come out. Then the hot uncontrollable undamming of her urine forced its way down her urethra in a surprising rush into the water below. "Niagara Falls!" she thought hysterically. It was as if her piss had been backed up all the way to her kidneys. She peed and peed and peed, on and on, giggling quietly to herself at the relief and tickling sensation. After a moment she reached down between her engorged lips and touched her clit, to assuage that itch as well. She was still in mid-stream; she had the feeling she was going to pee forever, like every drop of liquid was being wrung out of her from the top down, the way one would squeeze a tube of toothpaste. Spreading her legs wide, then her lower lips with her left hand, with the right forefinger she circled her hot little pebble, which immediately lengthened and sent an electric jolt to her inner organs. She ground her hips in a slow circle once, twice, pulling in her stomach and oblique muscles, and slouched back against the tank. Still emitting a steady, though slowed stream, feeling it on the tip of her finger with each downward stroke, she went to work seriously on her clit. It wouldn't be long. She'd been restraining her arousal for so long that it had underhandedly forced her to the edge. The last dregs drained from her bladder, the sensation a stabbing, burning ache in her lower belly. Tears of mingled relief and frustration trickled from the corners of her eyes; had been long enough they were starting to slide down her neck, although she'd only just noticed. She swished her hips again, laughing louder, and she wondered if the hapless counter-girl out front could hear her. Empty, or so she thought, she reached limply for a piece of tissue to dry herself off, but when she shifted another pocket of piss spilled over, and she was going again, as were her watering eyes. Finally, the expression 'all cried out' coming for no reason into her thought process and being changed by her defiant mind to 'all peed out,' she was. She wiped carefully, twice, and flushed. It was impossible to wait any longer. She opened her legs as wide as they'd go around the porcelain bowl and pushed her pelvis forward. Once again, labia peeled back and jumpy clitoris exposed with the glans uncovered, she attacked her pleasure key around its nerve-infused edge. On her mental movie screen, ___'s soft full lips descended on hers, moving exquisitely over her mouth, neck, ears, his arms going around her, tightening her against his body. In real life she'd be panting and moaning and trying to vocalize what he did to her, but in her little coffee-shop cubicle she didn't dare make another sound. She pushed herself on toward coming, the release eluding her momentarily while she remembered where she was. Then she shut her eyes, needing it, and tuned out the fan and the fluorescent lights. She rubbed faster on her tiny shaft imagining ___'s mouth there, flicking it with his tongue, sucking it, finger-fucking her while she writhed. The motion of her fingers, one on each side her hard little node, back & forth & around, drove her higher, swirling & wavy. It was like scratching at a mosquito bite till the itch was satisfied, and she was nearly there. She reached the final uphill climb towards orgasm with her eyes squeezed shut, her breathing stepped; she rocked and jerked her hips forward, pussy melting in anticipation. ___ was on top of her, filling her full and more, holding her still, staring into her eyes with that unknowable, enigmatic set of face that was readable only as pure aroused male. Her hand pushed her on. With thighs shaking and sweating she started to climax. The sequence of her making love with ___ lurched backward to her unfailing erotic charge, initial penetration. His cock slid into her fast, hard, to the hilt, making her come instantly. She yelped, and cut it off but too late; part of her mind felt herself blush purple, knowing the coffee princess heard. Still, this cum was hard-earned and she wanted it to go on and on and it did; her clit jumped rhythmically every .8 seconds. She counted eighteen pulses. In the meantime, her poor weeping cunt followed suit and squeezed down several times, the sensation flashing upwards to her nipples and tensed-up shoulders, and down the insides of her legs to her curled-back toes. Her whole body went rigid, then slack, and she gulped in several breaths to catch up on the lack of oxygen. Finally it was over and she shuddered, relaxing. Several minutes later she sauntered causally back into the cafe, clothing, hair and make-up all in place. With her lips all pink and pouty, post-cum, tingling with the shadow of a smirk lurking in the corners, she ordered her mocha java, skim, no whipped cream (hee hee). Hopefully she could remain standing long enough to make it to her table, and awake long enough to get home. Damn, she needed the caffeine after that little sleeping pill. The Facility When Marie woke up in a dark room, she struggled to sit up before realizing she was tied down. She was on a table, with her legs spread and tied into stirrups, the kind of table she remembered being on at the gynecologists, only this table was cushioned and comfortable and the stirrups were spread a little wider apart than she ever remembered having them at the doctor's. Where am I? She wondered. Though the room around her was dark, she was able to see the outlines of strange furniture all around her. There was a wooden piece of furniture that resembled a sawhorse, but it was padded and bolted with various straps, buttons and harnesses. Marie turned her head to the left and saw another interesting piece. This one looked like the bench she used at the gym to do her sit ups on. The first two thirds of the bench was flat, then at the last third it raised up at a gentle angle and flattened out again to form a flat plain. Various cabinets with locks were affixed to the walls and next to the table she sat on was a tray with medical-looking instruments, one she recognized as a speculum. What are these things? Marie was frightened. She seemed to be tied up in a torture chamber. Then a door opened and a man and woman stepped into the room. **** They were both wearing white lab coats. Even through the heavy fabric Marie could see that they were both very fit. The woman had long blonde hair and her lab coat swept the sides of her long, lean body and large breasts that strained against the buttons of the white shirt she wore beneath it. When they stepped into the room, they glanced briefly at Marie and whispered to each other before exchanging a set of keys and going to the cabinets that were locked on the walls. Marie tried to speak, but her voice was strained. What had happened to her voice! "Don't try to speak yet Marie. We had you sedated before you were brought here and the sedatives have an effect on the larynx. Best to just relax." The man spoke to her and walked over to the table she was tied to. "I know you have lots of questions, but the most important answer I can give you, is that you are safe, and we are not going to hurt you." He brushed a soft hand over Marie's wrist to find her pulse, and nodded at the woman who was returning from the cabinet with a tray covered with a sheet. "We gave her the injection about an hour ago," he told the woman. "She'll be calming down again in the next several minutes." The woman nodded. "Shall I be the one to tell her then?" "I think it would be best, hearing it from another woman who's gone through the experience." The woman set the tray down on a table next to where Marie was laying, spread-eagle. "Marie, I'm going to explain to you why you are here and what will happen to you. You went to bed last night in your home, and this is where you woke up. We have brought you to what is essentially, a breeding facility." Marie found that her voice was warming up in her throat and she moaned. "A breeding facility? What the fuck is that?" The woman smiled. "Ah, your voice is returning. The injection we gave you is doing its magic already. I'm going to have Robert leave the room for a few minutes while I explain. Robert?" "Certainly, Sheila. Buzz me when you're ready." Robert left the room and then it was just Marie and the woman. "A breeding facility. It sounds strange, I know. But you were abducted from your home by our team. You were brought to this island after being sedated by our team and you are now part of an experimental group. Essentially, we are trying to populate this island and we are bringing in single women that we've been watching for months now. We've been recording your activity, and monitoring your hormones. You're a fertile woman. We needed you." Marie was still so confused. Recording her activities? Monitoring her hormones? How? The woman uncovered the tray she had pulled from the cabinet and revealed a stack of paperwork with photos of Marie's boyfriend clipped to the top. "Your boyfriend's name is Peter, correct?" Marie nodded and felt a tear come to her eyes. Oh, Peter. He would find her. He would notice she was missing and do anything to find her! "Yes, and he'll find me! He'll take me from here, from you--you people--whatever it is you're trying to do, he'll stop you." Sheila reached to Marie and touched her hand. "Peter works for us, Marie. He's one of our Seekers, you see. He found you, because you had the genetic makeup we sought. When he seduced you he was able to swab for fertility tests and found that you were indeed a wonderful candidate for breeding. Peter is one of us, Marie." She couldn't believe it. She had been tricked by the very man she had been making love to every night for the past three months, and where was he now? Sheila answered the question almost as soon as it came to Marie's mind. "He's here, Marie, and he cares very much for you. But you are here for training. Eventually, you will be impregnated by our staff, and bear a child to help us in our mission. In fact, you will bear many children. There are more just like you. Before I tell you any more, though, we need to do testing. Sheila flipped a button, and a red light came on over the room's door. Robert opened it and came back in, wheeling in another covered tray that he positioned beside the table Marie was tied to. Her body was beginning to feel warm, and fuzzy. She felt relaxed, not anxious at all. She barely noticed the tray until Robert uncovered it to reveal phalic shaped rubber objects of different sizes, and lots of lubricant. "We're going to see what pleasures you Marie. Best to just relax and not fight us." Marie nodded and turned her head to the side, watching as Sheila removed her lab coat and undid the top buttons of her blouse to reveal the curves of her voluptuous breasts. Sheila sighed and pressed a button that raised Marie's table up so that she was now in a sitting position with her legs spread in front of her. She could see between her legs to where her mound was exposed to Sheila and Robert, and felt a little embarassed that she had not shaved in some time. "I'm going to clean you up a little for the doctor," Sheila told her, producing a razor from the tray, which she began moving in gentle lines across Marie's soft pubic hair that disappeared with each stroke. Within minutes, she was shaved bare and feeling even warmer through her body. "Put the harness on her please," Robert said to Sheila, as he snapped on latex gloves and handed Sheila a harness that Sheila slipped over Marie's abdomen and tighened into place so that Marie could no longer move her hips. The harness had a metal bead that laid flat on Marie's clit, and Sheila pressed a button that made the bead vibrate gently. "Perfect," Sheila said. "Is she wet enough doctor?" The pulsing on Marie's clit made her moan and grind her hips. She wanted to push her body up toward it but her hips were fastened down tight to the table and now there was a finger at the entrance of her vagina. It was Doctor Robert's finger, and she felt it push up inside of her slowly. "Soaking," he said. "Hand me the 7 please Sheila." The doctor removed his finger and Marie wanted to scream for him to put it back in. It had felt so wonderful, and she wanted more. She should have felt violated but the warm sensation pulsing through her blood took away all of her anxiety. Next to her, Doctor Robert picked up a very large dildo from his tray and positioned it between her legs while she watched. "Bear down on your stirrups Marie. This is probably bigger than any man you've had. We're trying to see what size partner to pair you with." Marie didn't care. She'd do anything they asked of her right now, and soon she felt the nudge of the dildo at the entrance of her vagina and then the wonderful sensation of it breaking in, gently at first, then with more insistence as Doctor Robert shoved it deep back into where her cervix started. She almost came but held back out of embarssment. "We've got a natural Sheila. This one could handle Demitry. She has a wide canal and a deep cervix. She's the first we've had with that potential" "Fabulous," Sheila said. "She's in for a treat." The two laughed, and Doctor Robert removed the dildo. Marie wanted to cry out. She needed to come! She could feel that she was dripping between her legs and she arched her back to fight the harness across her hips to grind into the bead pulsing on her clit. Sheila noticed almost immediately. "Be still, Marie. We'll take care of you momentarily." Within seconds Sheila handed the doctor the speculum and Marie felt full again as he opened it inside of her vagina to peer in."She's ovulating right now. Call Demitry in. It's perfect timing." Suddenly, the lights flicked on, the door opened, and another man walked in. "Demitry." Doctor Robert said. "We need you to fuck this fine breeder hard." ***** The new man in the room was huge. Everywhere. He was completely naked and his penis hung down between his legs, limp but still bigger than anything Marie had ever seen. "This is the new breeder?" Demitry said. "It is. And she's ovulating today. Can you get ready?" Demitry walked over to Marie's table and peered between her legs. Marie felt she needed to cover herself but she was helpless against the straps holding her legs open for everyone to see her dripping sex. "She looks ready enough for the both of us," Demitry laughed. He licked his lips and put one hand on the inside of each of Marie's inner thighs and spread them wider. "That is a beautiful pussy," he said to Sheila who stood on the other side of Marie's legs, bracing them against Demitry's insistent hands. "I thought so too," Sheila said. "I told doctor Robert you'd like this one." "Oh I'm already thinking about coming in her," Demitry said. Marie could see that his penis was growing larger, even before Sheila began to unbotton her blouse to reveal more of her breasts. Was Sheila going to be in on this too?" "Marie," Sheila said. "You may realize that you've lost your voice again. This is a normal effect of the drug we injected you with, which helps with anxiey and also releases eggs in your fallopian tubes. We need you to be as fertile as possible during the Session. We also need to have you cum. Peter says you don't have any issues with this, but we're all here to help make that happen." Sheila was now completely topless and her breasts swung free above her tiny waist. "I'm here to assist Demitry in positioning you, and Doctor Robert will be monitoring your vitals." Sheila pressed a button and the buzzing on Marie's clit went lower, which made Marie even more desperate for pressure on her aching clit. Her sex was on fire. She needed to be filled. She was so wet that she barely felt it when Demitry lowered his face between Marie's spread legs and dove his tongue into her hole. "She's drenched," he said to Sheila, reaching up a hand to massage Marie's exposed tit. Her nipples were rock hard. Sheila motioned to Demitry, who was staring at her wet pussy with hunger on his face. "I want her on the inverted table," Sheila said. "We need to have her hips raised up for maximum fertility." "Good idea, Demitry said. Undo her straps." The two got to work on the straps holding Marie down, and began unbuckling them and then carried her loose body to the bench Marie had noticed earlier. They turned her over, so Marie was now laying flat on her stomach. Sheila turned a knob and the bottom half of the bench raised up and split apart, so Marie was now laying flat on her stomach with her hips raised up and her legs spread out and down on either side. Demitry helped Sheila fasten Marie into place and tie her ankles to the planks her legs rested on. In this position, Marie was perfectly positioned for rear entry with her vagina completely exposed. "She has to cum," Demitry said. "Let's have her cum before I begin." "I'll bring you the plug," Sheila said. Marie felt a pressure at her anus. She'd never had a plug before but she wanted something, anything to fill her, anywhere. "It's just a small one," Sheila said in a soothing voice. "Just a little pop and we'll have it in and it'll make your pussy so much tighter for Demitry." Within a second, the carefully lubed butt plug was popped into place and Marie managed a loud moan. Now Sheila was putting the harness over Marie's clit again, and adjusting the bench so that little openings appeared for Marie's breasts to pop through the bench, as well as another hole that exposed Marie's downward facing clit. Now, Sheila could lay under the raised bench and touch Marie's breasts and clitoris without interfering with the work Demitry would do from behind. "We're ready, Demitry." Marie couldn't see anything, but she could hear Demitry panting and stroking his cock. She could feel the heat of his body move between her legs to where her vagina was exposed and opened, her legs spread and helpless to whatever punishment was about to be lashed onto her. She had seen Demitry's penis earlier when he came into the room, and it had been bigger than anything she'd ever seen before. She was worried she wouldn't be able to take it. But then she felt the gentle lapping of Sheila's tongue on her nipple, from where her breast protruded through a hole in the bench. Sheila's tongue was working on one of Marie's nipples while her hand reached between Marie's legs at the lower end of the table and rolled her finger over Marie's clit. "I want her to wait to cum into you're fucking her," Sheila said. "If she cums when you cum then we have better chances." "Very well then. Brace yourself Marie." Marie felt the presence of Demitry coming closer to her vagina, and then there was the tip of his cock, nudging between the lips of her wet, dripping, spread sex. He pushed a little, putting just the tip inside of her and Marie's body, fastened to the table, stayed in place as Demitry moaned and shoved the entire length of his throbbing cock into her well lubricated cunt. Marie screamed in agony and in pleasure. This was the biggest cock she had ever had in her entire life. She felt stretched to her limits, she wanted to get away but she was tied so tightly to the table that she couldn't even shift her hips an inch. She was forced in place, her legs spread so wide that she could do nothing to close out the pumping of Demitry's hips as he pounded into her cunt harder and harder each time. The tip of his cock pounded all of the way to her raw cervix and her cunt pooled more moisture to lubricate her opening. "She's. So. Fucking. Tight!" Demitry yelled and fucked her harder. Marie moaned. Under her body Sheila was flicking her tongue against Marie's clit and sucking on her tit. "I'm going to cum," Demitry yelled to Sheila, grinding his hips against Marie's ass which he slapped on alternating pumps. "Cum Marie. Cum darling, cum for us. Cum so we can get that seed deep inside your womb," Sheila whispered, circling Marie's clit faster with her finger. The heat between her legs was unbearable. Demitry was pulsing his cock inside of her and moaning and yelled, "I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" just as Marie felt an explosion on her clit and Demitry wiggled the butt plug inside of her with the beat of his orgasm. "That's right Marie, cum hard!" Demitry yelled. Marie felt the heat of his semen spraying inside of her cunt and Sheila moved out from beneath Marie, her own pussy dripping with wetness. Sheila moved over to where Demitry pulled out of Marie's pussy and put her mouth over Demitry's cock to suck the wetness off of it. Marie didn't know if they had impregnated her. But she'd be willing to try again if it didn't take. The Facility Eliza didn't know where she was. It was a sterile white room, with no doors or windows. She was strapped to an operating table in the center of the room. Her clothes had been removed, leaving her naked on the cold metal. She could not remember how she got there, her mind went blank when she tried. She was extremely scared for multiple reasons. The most obvious was that she had been kidnapped, the next was that she didn't know what was going to happen, and the last was the most terrifying. Whoever had taken her had... changed her body. Before, she was an average looking green eyed red head. Now though, her breasts had grown from a B-cup to an enormous F-cups, with small pink buds on them. Her hips had become wider, she lost some of excess fat she carried. And the most disturbing change was between her legs. A large, seven inch member lay on the table, with two, apple sized testicles underneath it. She could not fathom why it was given to her. All she knew was that whoever locked her in here was some sort of a sicko. Her thoughts on her unfortunate situation halted when two ceiling panels opened up. From within, four mechanical tentacles descended. Two had what looked to be suction cups mounted on them, with small holes in the center. One had a very intimidating needle dripping a strange green fluid. The last one though, was a long clear tube with some sort of padding of the inside. It might just fit over her... When the realization hit her she started to struggle once again. There was only one thing that tentacle could do to her. All her efforts still failed, and the tentacles came closer. The two suction cups were first. They quickly attached themselves to her new breasts. She let out an involuntary groan at the pleasant feeling. Then, the long tube fitted itself over her slowly hardening dick. It fit snuggly, and she moaned at the extremely good tingle of the appendage. When she was completely hard, she saw she almost filled the tube completely. And it was about a foot long. Without warning, the leftover needle plunged itself into her left breast. She screamed in pain at the sensation, and in the back of her mind, felt it fill her breast with a liquid. After getting another round of screaming by piercing her right breast, it ascended back into the ceiling. She lay there, gasping, as fire filled her veins. Arousal shot through her body, her mind hazing over with lust. Then, the cups on her breasts started to move. They gently pulled her nipples, and to her great surprise, she felt something leave her breasts. The machine on her cock started its job too. Pumping up and down her hard length, making her whimper at the unfamiliar sensation. The inside of the tube was extremely soft and slick. It was tight on her, and she could feel a heat emanating from within. She lay there for a few minutes, enjoying the experience but hating herself for liking it. A strange tightness was making itself known in her balls. Pressure had been building, and she could guess what it meant. With a loud cry, she shot her seed into the tube. Long rope after rope of her cum. Filling it to capacity, the cum being sucked out, up into the ceiling. Her breasts squirted out what she thought was milk into the two cups. Being taken for whatever reason whoever locked her in here needed. When she gave the last spurts she thought she was done. But from the ceiling two more tentacles appeared, both with needles equipped. Before she can process it, they stab into both of her balls. Unimaginable pain erupted, but was quickly replaced by a cool, soothing feeling. After the cool feeling spread, she could feel her balls growing. They grew from the size of apples to around cantaloupe size. She could feel semen churning inside, being produced faster than what should be possible. When it stopped, the tube started again. At first, it was a slow pace like before. But suddenly, it started moving very fast. Soon it became a blur on her cock. The vibrations combined with an amplified heat made it feel like her cock was going to melt. The cups on her breasts were pulling furiously at their nipples, taking every drop of milk they had. Her eyes rolled back into her head, and her tongue came out of her mouth as the treatment continued. She had never felt pleasure so intense, her min had trouble dealing with it. The only thoughts going through her head were that she never wanted this to end. As she felt the tightness in her balls again, the machines got ready too. The tube's tightness increased to the point where she thought her dick would be crushed. The inside became almost burning hot. And the slickness seemed to increase as well. The pressure built up, and with a loud yell, let it out. More cum than she thought possible shjot from her dick. Rope after rope of her thick white cum. It was so much the machine had trouble dealing with it all. Some leaked out of the tube and pooled on the table below her. What felt like gallons of milk poured from her breasts. With a series of wet pops, the tentacles released themselves from her. All retreated back into the ceiling. The panels closing behind them. As she lay there, exhausted, she couldn't banish the thought of those tentacles ravishing her from her mind. She wanted them to repeat the process over and over again. Until she was nothing but a gibbering, cum covered mess.