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Lessons

By: rovingphoto1



Debbie is what you would call a very outgoing girl. Her shoulder length wavy blond hair is almost not noticed because of her huge natural 38 DD tits. She likes to brag that she had cleavage in the sixth grade and would drive her teacher nuts by wearing low cut blouses to school. Her dad didn't want her to, but she would change at school and he would never know. Her ass was perfectly proportioned, and her flat stomach accentuated the rest of her body. She was a natural blond, and she kept her pussy shaved with just a small strip like an arrow pointing to the promised land. 

She sucked her first cock at age 18 in the Library of her high school. Eddie Swartz was the geekiest kid in school, but it was rumored he had blossomed in his pants like Debbie had in the chest. One Saturday afternoon, with special permission from the librarian, they had met in the Library to work on a paper together. Except for the librarian, Debbie and Eddie were alone in the book filled room. They sat across the big wooden table working on a report together when out of the blue Debbie says, "I hear you have a big one." 

"A big one what?" Eddie asked.

"You know, a big cock." Debbie said, never letting her gaze leave his beady brown eyes.

Eddie swallowed hard. His cock was already semi-hard from staring at Debbie's tits when he thought she wasn't looking. "It's bigger than the other guys in the locker room." He replied with more than a little bravado. 

She smiled, "Prove it." 

By now Eddies young cock had grown to full mast, and he was feeling uncomfortable. He looked at her sheepishly and more than a little embarrassed. He stood up, and the bulge behind his zipper was very apparent. She reached out to touch it, but the librarian came around the corned and Eddie sat down quickly, he moaned because it hurt badly. The librarian, a woman of 150 years or so, smiled and said, "I'm going to lunch, Eddie, can you and your friend be alone for an hour or so? I'll lock the door so no one else comes in. I hate to make you two leave, you've been working so hard." 

Eddie heart was pounding because he was almost caught doing something his mother would definitely not approve of. "Sure Mrs. H. that's cool. Debbie and I will just work here." 

"Fine." Replied the old lady. "I'll be back in an hour." 

"I want to suck it," Debbie said in a whisper almost before the old lady had left. 

"What?!" Eddie almost couldn't reply. 

"You heard me."

In a moment of bravery Eddie stood, and walked gingerly towards the front door. It was glass and covered with white butcher paper. The paper had school 'graffiti' saying things like "Go Mavericks" and "We're Number One!" as were the other large windows facing out to the empty campus. Eddie pulled back slightly on one of the papers and watched as Mrs. H., cane in hand, walked slowly around the corner and off of school grounds. 

He smiled broadly, and turned back towards Debbie. He said, "She's..." 

But his sentence was caught in his throat. Debbie stood next to the table, her shirt and bra sat in a clump on the stained brown carpet. Her large breast heaved with each breath, and she said matter of factly, "I saw you staring and thought you might like to see all of them."

Eddie's mind reeled as he stared at his hearts desire. He slowly walked toward her, covering the 12 feet or so distance in what seemed like hours. He had been trying to get a glance of Debbie McGruff's tits since the 6th grade. Always darting his eyes away when she would catch him looking. Now here they were, in all their glory. Her tan line barely above her small red nipples. The triangle of the fabric had done a fine job of concealing next to nothing. One time last summer, when he and about 50 other kids were swimming in the school's pool, he stared enough to give himself a painful hard-on. She was standing with her back to him, talking to her friends in the late afternoon sunshine. The sun in her face, had lit her wonderful globes in a golden light. He could see the side of her breast and fantasized about them until he realized his predicament. He had been in the water just hanging onto the side of the pool. Thinking quickly, he grabbed his towel, and walked as well as he could back to the locker room where he locked himself in a bathroom stall and stroked his 8 inch cock till he shot his load into the toilet. 

Now, here she was, half naked and asking to suck his, Eddie Slane's cock! He stopped in front of her, and reached out eagerly taking each breast into his hands. They were so HEAVY! She sighed loudly as he began massaging each globe, softly at first, then with more force, marveling at how she reacted to his touch. Her nipples grew stiff in his fingers, and he bent down to take one in his mouth. He smelled her lilac perfume and almost lost his load. She grabbed his head burying his face in her ample breasts. Sucking feverantly now, he laid her back down on the book-covered table. Quickly, he swept his arms across the polished wood, knocking King, Twain, and others onto the floor. 

She reached out and started stroking his cock through his pants. It was too big for his britches now, and he helped her undo his fly, then the button. He stood up, and she gasped at the pup tent of cotton she saw. It was wet on the tip, and was still straining at the fabric. She got her composure, and looked up at Eddie in the harsh fluorescent light. He smiled and said, "Please." 

She pulled his briefs down around his thighs, and repositioned herself on the table. Laying stomach down, her tits flattened on the cool wood, she started stroking his bare cock again. Eddie moaned, and said "Suck it, please suck it." 

She slid forward, Eddie tucked his hand under her skirt and was surprised to feel her bare ass. As his fingers moved down her ass crack he found the string of her panties. A G STRING! He had heard the hot girls wore them and now he knew for sure. She moaned her approval, and Eddie pulled the sting out from between her cheeks. His fingers found her small asshole, and moved down to her sopping pussy. She was so wet his index and middle finger slid in but were almost stopped because she was also very tight.

He moved his now very slick fingers back towards her puckered bung-hole when she took him unexpectantly into her hot mouth. 

Eddie gasped, and stood up, pushing his cock deeper past those crimson lips. She gagged a little, and slurped loudly. Eddie watched this Godess suck his cock. Her moans muffled as she moved her head back and fourth, trying to take all of him in, but only managing about half. She used one free hand to stroke his steel rod and hold his big balls. Within seconds, he was shooting his load down the back of her young throat. She tried to move away, but Eddie held her head close and unloaded. 

His spasms subsided, and he grabbed a chair to sit down. Debbie got up on her hands and knees, wiping her chin, and licking the sticky goo from her fingers. She smiled but said, "You're an asshole." Then she swirled around on her knees, looking for her cloths on the floor. 

When she twisted, her half bare ass that Eddie had been fingering just seconds before, was laid out in front of his face. Instead of replying in words to her insult, he gingerly placed both hands around the band of her skirt and panties and slid them down her smooth thighs. She turned her head to look and say something but before she could Eddie moved his face forward and buried it into her tight snatch. 

She squealed in pleasure as Eddie's inexperienced tongue found her small clit. He had spent hours jerking off while reading some of his Dad's old Penthouse magazines he found in the basement about how to eat a woman's pussy. He hoped the letters weren't fake as he now practiced what he had read. 

'Make the alphabet with you tongue; don't suck directly on her clit; stick a finger in her ass.' He tried all these and more and soon her pussy juice was running down her thighs as she contorted in orgasm after orgasm. 

She was panting know, and breathlessly asked. " Where did you learn...."

But her sentence was cut short because Eddie stood up and placed his now very hard cock against the folds of her womanhood. She spread her legs slightly, and lowered herself to allow him better access. 

They both moaned loudly as his prick moved slowly past the resisting walls. With some effort, his full 8 inches hit bottom, and he started stroking quickly. He wanted to slow down, but her encouragement kept his going at a break neck pace. He had already dropped one load, and hoped he could savor this longer. His hopes were short lived though, as he grunted and said he was going to cum. 

"Not in me!" she nearly screamed and pulled herself away. 

Instinctively, Eddie started stroking his cock. She flipped over, and helped him by caressing his balls. Soon, the feeling started to well up and he shot another huge load all over those wonderful tits. 

"I guess I couldn't trust you after all, could I?" said the voice of the Librarian from behind. 

In horror, they both turned to look. The old lady had a frown on her face until she noticed Eddie's half flaccid cock. Her frown turned upside down, and she said.

"I probably couldn't resist that either, dear.. Let's go get you cleaned up."

Lessons



Note from author: I have a very good friend who is straight and married. She works with my partner. She is fun to tease, being such a good sport about things. One day she needed some cheering up and I mention something to her about teaching her how to walk like a dyke. She was all for it. Therefore, I started writing her emails in a teaching form of how to walk like a dyke and it went from there, with me offering her more courses, such as kissing like a dyke. They were originally formatted in chat form. However, I decided they would make good stories, and I thought she might get a kick out of reading them here. I also thought it would be fun to write her into the stories. To protect the little bit of innocence she has left we will call her Ann. Every chapter of this little story is told from a different person in the story. This first chapter is from Ann's point of view. 

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I stood in front of the mirror assessing the outfit I chose to wear to the party later this evening. A stream of excitement was flowing through my body and I could not help but shiver a little bit, as I thought about what the night could bring. My reflection stared back at me. Not bad, I thought to myself, this would work. I had just finished putting the final changes on my makeup when I heard the doorbell ring. That was enough to make me feel the butterflies in my stomach. I hurried to the door and swung it open to view the tall dyke standing there waiting for me. Damn, she was tall. Standing about 6 foot with dark hair and blue eyes, she was all dressed in black. I had told her before that she looked good in it and now I said it again, she just smiled and I felt the blush rising in my cheeks. I didn't know why I was feeling all of this, I mean I was straight. Nevertheless, just the excitement of the night before us and her standing there made me so very nervous in ways I could not describe. 

"You look really good Ann." Her voice dripped like honey over my senses and all I could do was blush and say thank you. 

She took my arm and led me to her car, being the perfect gentledyke she opened my door and closed it once I was in securely. The ride to the party was quiet, giving me time to steal glances of my "date." I wondered why she was still single; she was the hottest dyke I ever knew. Even if she was the only dyke, I knew. Maybe we could find her a real date at the party. I knew I was just tagging a long for the sheer chance of being able to see women together. Moreover, Samantha was so nice to me, that once she found out I was going to be alone tonight as my husband went on a business trip, she took pity on me and had invited me along. We pulled up to the party house and I became more excited as I could hear the beat of the music drifting out to the street. There were couples standing on the balconies and some on the porch. I would be walking into this den of sexuality and I could barely wait for Samantha to open my door for me. 

Inside we found a small couch to sit on, Samantha went to the wet bar to get us some drinks as I sat back and watched to party. My eyes went straight to her first, watching her walk away was a both hot and scary. Her ass framed tightly in black jeans was a sight one cannot really describe accurately when one has no experience to draw off. All I can say is that my heart stopped for a few beats then came back to life with a speeding tempo. I shook my head and forced myself to look in other directions. I didn't know if that was a good idea or not, as everywhere my eyes dropped there were more hot looking women. Some were butch dykes like Samantha, but others were what I would call very femme. Women in jeans, dresses, skirts and some in barely anything at all surrounded me on all sides. I also noticed some of the men. Samantha had told me one of her lesbian friends hosted this party, and that there would be gay people all around, but also some straight people. I looked around for a minute more, trying to figure out who was straight. Who could really tell, and what did it matter? I was afforded the chance to look at women openly and to not be thought of as a deviant. My people watching session was interrupted as Samantha came back to me with our drinks. She sat down next to me and we sat in silence for a moment. Finally, I turned to her, moving my body to sit on the couch sideways so that I could better look into her eyes as we talked. 

"Sam, why aren't you with anyone?" I asked her, trying to be as quiet as possible. 

"Never found the right one I guess." Was her reply with a soft shrug of her shoulders. She turned to face me as I had her, her eyes were wonderful, and they smiled when her lips formed one. 

"Well I just can't understand why some girl has not latched onto you as tight as she can." I smiled and took a sip of my drink. 

"It takes more than that I think." She laughed softly and then became serious. "I think the first thing I look for beyond the usual personality is can she kiss well. I mean I want to get to know the person first, and I know many people here, even dated some. But, if they can't kiss well, I lose interest."

"What makes a good kisser? Hell I don't even know how women kiss?" I laughed a little trying to alleviate the pit in my stomach that appeared all of a sudden, the last thing I wanted to do was offend her. Then I relaxed more as she laughed with me. 

"Well maybe someone should give you lessons. Find someone to show you how a dyke kisses." She smiled through her soft chuckle and suddenly an idea occurred to me. I have no idea what made me say it, but I did.

"Maybe you can teach me."

"Why would you want me to teach you?"

"Because I trust you." I said softly, my eyes lowering to the ice moving against my glass. 

"Well have you ever seen two women kissing?"

"No." I replied, nervous now of this conversation. Stuck between wanting to lean over to kiss her and changing the subject. However, I did not have enough guts for either one of them.

"Well you really should see two women kissing first. That way if the sight does not disturb you, then you can work your way up to actually kissing another woman" She stopped and I was forced to look up into her eyes. "That is if you want to kiss a woman."

"So, what am I suppose to do, just ask two women to kiss so I can watch them?" I laughed again and sipped my drink some more. That is exactly what I wanted to do, among other things I was not ready to admit to just yet. 

"No."

She said no more for a few minutes, but her eyes drifted around the room, cutting through the crowd until a smile came over her lips. She handed me her drink, stood up, and bent to whisper in my ear. "Stay here and just watch."

Samantha walked the short distance to a table not far from the couch we had been sharing. She held a presence about her. She stood tall and proud, wearing all black and from the looks she was getting I was not the only one to think she was damn good looking. She stopped a few spaces before the table, cocking her head to the left a little, as she looked over the blonde hair beauty she had her eyes on. The woman stopped talking to the people she was with and looked up, her mouth half forming a word long forgotten as she laid eyes on Samantha. 

"Is this seat taken?" Samantha asked, indicating a chair next to the woman. 

"Only if you are going to take it." The woman replied with a dazzling smile. 

"Well I think I will then," Samantha said as she pulled the chair out. I noticed she turned it a little so that I was not looking at her back, but seeing her profile, giving me the chance to see everything. If anything did happen, that is. Samantha put her elbow on the table and leaned her chin into it. Her eyes were looking over this woman. Drinking her in. Finally, she spoke again, I noticed her voice went a little deeper, hinting on sultry. "I have a favor to ask of you."

"What would that be?" The woman asked, her brow arching with curiosity. 

Samantha smiled; she laid that ever so charming smile on the line and got the response she wanted as the woman just about visibly shivered. 

"I told someone I would show them how to kiss like a dyke," She paused for effect as her eyes raked over the woman's body, letting a brow arch and a grin to form on her lips "and you ... darling are the perfect femme to demonstrate on."

There was a stutter, and then a pause as the woman tried to collect her thoughts. She looked as though she would laugh and say no. A blush came over her face; she swallowed hard and gained some semblance of control over herself. 

"Well, anything to help...umm my name is Julie by the way." 

Julie held out her hand and Samantha took it softly into her own before kissing the back of it. 

"I am Samantha. Are you sure you don't mind partaking of this little lesson?"

"Oh, well no, I mean it is just a kiss right?" Her voice was shaky, and then filled with something, I was not sure what. 

Samantha leaned over slowly, her hand reached out to cup along side of Julie's cheek, her thumb rubbed over her pouty lips; Samantha took a deep breath in. She leaned forward more; Julie's heart skips a beat, as her vein jumped under her hand. She grinned slowly, brushing her lips over Julie's ever so slowly. She tilted her head a little to the left so that Julie was actually above her mouth. She nipped at the pouty red lips I was sure she could taste the ruminants of the wine Julie had been drinking. Her tongue slipped out quietly, licking over Julie's lips causing her to gasp just a little. Samantha's hand slide back further into Julie's full mane of hair, twirling the lush strands into her fingers. Pressing closer to her, she made full contact capturing Julie's lips, her tongue seeking entrance, slipping inside tenderly exploring the warmth and fullness of Julie's mouth.

Julie inched back in her seat, pulling Samantha with her, they both stood and Julie found herself backed against the wall. Her hands came sliding up Samantha's back, feeling her muscles under her shirt straining. I could see them moving and suddenly had a desire to feel what Julie was feeling. Samantha slide her other hand into Julie's hair, deepening the kiss. Growls could be heard from both women as bodies pressed together in a heated rush. It seemed as though the rest of the world became a blur to them, slipping into non-existence as the two women grasped at each other. Samantha's hands slid down Julie's sides grabbing her hips and pulling her tight against her body. Julie grabbed at Samantha's shoulders, her nails digging in as they tried to feed off each other's passion.

The passion was intense the heat could be felt across the room. People stopped and watched, captured by the power of the women's erotic kiss. Samantha started kissing down Julie's neck, half tearing her clothes off, feasting on her throat, neck and growling low, until she pulled away. She turned and looked right into my eyes. I could see the desire, the burning in her lust filled eyes and I about melted into the couch. 

"You are going to have to get the advanced lesson to see the rest of this." Her voice was husky and she was trying to catch her breath as she winked at me. She took Julie's hand and much to the dismay of the crowd and me, she led Julie away.

I just sat there stunned as I watched them walk away and disappear into a back room. When the door closed, I could feel my heart fall into my stomach. I wanted to see more. I wanted to know more. I wanted to know what was going on behind that closed door. I looked around, I didn't know any one else, and where I should have been mad for being left alone among a room full of strangers, I found that I wasn't. I just wanted to see. I took a long sip of my drink and noticed a woman walking over to me; I took the moment to observe her over the rim of my glass before lowering it and smiling at her. She leaned down, whispered into my ear, took my hand, and led me down the hall. When we got to the first door, she opened it, pulled me inside, and sat me on the bed. I wondered what was going on. I mean I knew she wanted to show me something, but I was becoming a tad bit nervous. She opened a closet door, pulled out a TV, and turned it on. I about fell off the bed when I saw Samantha and Julie on the screen. I looked up to the woman and smiled. She gave me a wink and slipped out the door to leave me to my fantasy. 

My mouth fell open as my eyes took in the scene. I felt bad for watching them like this, but I could not find it in me to turn away from it either. Samantha pushed Julie against the wall and claimed her lips once more, the passion was in full gear, and Julie began to claw at Samantha's clothes. Samantha pulled her to the floor, even though there was a bed within a few feet. Their hunger and desire were too demanding to wait. Samantha pulled her lips from Julie's for a moment and looked deep into her eyes

"I never knew a simple lesson in kissing would lead us to this passion, this fire." She smiled and looked deeper into Julie's eyes.

Julie leaned in and kissed her face, first over her mouth, then along her cheeks. Next, she kissed the tip of her nose and the bottom of her chin, letting a trail of fire course down her throat as her lips grazed over the tender flesh. Her body pushed Samantha's back to the floor, her own body covering her tenderly, and paying homage to each bit of flesh. I could tell the desire was building in both of them as it was building in me. It was suddenly hot in the room and I had to loosen some buttons on my shirt. 

Samantha leaned her head back, pushing it into the floor below her, giving Julie access to her throat; her arms went around Julie and pulled her tighter to her. Her hands reached down and jerked Julie's shirt out of her jeans, gasping as her hand met with flesh, caressing up and pushing the shirt over Julie's head. A flash of hands, and clothes being cast aside, soon left them flesh to flesh, breast to breast, mouths feeding off each other's bodies. I pulled my own shirt out of its restricting confines, wondering if there was some ac in the room. I began to notice a distinct wetness between my thighs. Instead of worrying about it, I accepted it. I mean after all this was very hot to watch. 

Julie pushed Samantha back to the floor again, her mouth caressing over her skin. Her tongue trailed along sweet flesh, moving from one breast to the other, kissing and worshipping the beautiful body before her. Her mouth trailed down over Samantha's stomach, kissing each spot she could reach, reaching out with her tongue here and there to tease her endlessly. She breathed in deep and inhaled Samantha's scent, her fingers pulled at the jeans keeping her from her prize. She tugged, unbuckled, unbuttoned, and unzipped. She pulled and maneuvered until Samantha lay naked before her. She smiled, she gasped, she breathed in deep again, She looked as though she was in heaven. I knew I was. I found myself imitating Julie's actions on myself. I know had my clothes undone and I was sitting on the bed in just my underclothes. Satin and lace caressed my skin and keeping the world's eyes from full view of my body. 

Samantha reached for her, Julie would not let herself be captured just yet, instead leaning up fully and removing her own jeans, tossing them aside like the others, baring herself for Samantha's eyes. Samantha groaned and reached again, this time not being denied she pulled Julie down on top of her, their thighs opened and entwined with each other. Each woman feeling hot flesh against her own heated body. Their bodies began to move, each grinding against the other. Their steaming pussies seeking more contact, their arms wrapped around one another, their mouths engaged once more. Heat rise, fire-consuming, desires flooding their senses as their bodies begin to rock back and forth with each other. My hand was slipping down my satin panties; I could feel the heat coming from me... I was deep into the viewing. Then all of a sudden, the screen went black. I sat up fully again and screamed. "Noooooooo"

To be continued...



Lessons



My mother's friend asked me to come over to her house to clear the yard and help her around the house. Her own daughter's weren't worth a damn and had left her to do it herself. She was about 45, being a couple years older than my mother. I was getting ready to start at the University and could use the extra money. Besides I liked her and really hated that she was stuck with two worthless kids by a more useless ex-husband.

I'd brought a change of clothes to shower there because I've known the woman all my life AND my mother loved to watch me play games and stuff but NEVER wanted my sweaty, stinky self in her car. I still have memories when I was 12 and beginning to notice why women were interesting of 'Aunt Mary Ann' and her yellow crocheted bikini. She could fill that bikini too I tell you and had a smile that could win over anyone. She and her sister were both blessed with those genes that allow them to still look good now and they are in their late 60's!

So I cut the grass, cleared the branches, got the beer cans the daughters thought they had hidden in the boxwoods, etc. and was just about done trimming the hedges into a kind of uniform shape when she asked me to also replace the fluorescent tubes in the basement. The ceilings were tall and I had to stand on a step stool to reach them. I would remove the covers, take out the old tubes and she'd hand me new ones. There weren't many to replace but I imagine it was dark down there in the evening. Soon I was about done and she handed me the last one. While I was replacing the light cover, she reached out and pulled down my gym shorts. Now all day long I was stealing glances and peeking at her in the jeans shorts and blue halter she wore as I was working. This was normal for me while I was around her and thought I had gotten away with it. Her ample breasts swayed as she raked and swept while I cut and trimmed. I got a good peek as we bagged all the trimmings and sticks. I know (I was 18 after all) that I had sported a hard on off and on all day with what I was seeing and the outfits I had seen her in.

Being 18 I got another just that quickly! As I stood on that stepstool she gave me my first real blowjob. Not a girl trying to please you, a woman who knew what she was doing. She stroked my balls while her tongue flicked around my head. With my cock engorged and red, the head almost purple, she ran her nails along the crack of my ass. Her teeth and lips kissed and nibble the length of my shaft. She would wrap her mouth around the head and suck, and then release me to lick all over my thighs and balls as I tried not to fall off that damn stool. I warned her I was going to come and she took me out of her mouth, wrapped her thumb and forefinger around my cockbase and squeezed.

While this was going on she licked and sucked my balls, thighs were nibbled, and putting her free hand on my chest pushed me away when I tried to untie the halter! She did that herself and after teasing me with a slow unveiling of the orbs I had lusted after all my pubescent life, pulled me into her soft breasts, running my cockhead on her hardened nipples and pumping my cock with her hand. Again she took me into her mouth until once again I was on the edge. This time she slowly, deeply took me into her mouth as I came, sending threads of come into her mouth.

"Now that you know about that you need to learn about eating pussy", she said. I asked her about Mom and found that while I was downstairs, she was upstairs telling mom I'd be another 2 hours. She casually stepped out of her shorts and panties on the way to the stairs. She leaned over the stairs and presented her ass and cunny to me. I leaned over and tried my best technique. But as you can imagine, that owed more to enthusiasm than knowledge. She told me what was wrong and moved herself around until I found the right spots! Then she made me find them on her own. She would encourage me, urging me on. 

I discovered that little area between her pussy and ass that is sooo sensitive. I learned how to suck a clit, rimming and a deep tongue fuck (Mine is relatively long!) worked well on her too. A thumb can tease a clit or fuck one depending on 'angle of attack' and my subsequent partners never knew what a debt they owed to my 'Aunt'. She sat on my face, beginning a lifelong love of cunnilingus, coaching me until I was able to make her cum several times in several positions. I like her taste too.

She then told me to shower before Mom came over to get me. Following her swaying bottom, I did just that and was surprised when she came in to give me a soapy hand job. Having spent again, she scrubbed my back and front, telling me it had been quite a while since she had done that for me. She dried me off and brushed my hair as I sat on the stool in front of her vanity. Her large but firm breasts pressed into my back while she kissed my cheek, then brushed a stroke or two more. Her reflection in the mirror showed me her woman's body and the inevitable reaction began again. Glancing down, she patted my back and told me it was time to get dressed. 

I couldn't take anymore and followed her into her bedroom where she was still nude and she told me I shouldn't be in there if Mom arrived. I just stepped closer until she had to sit down on the bed. I just kept coming closer and crawled onto the bed after her. She kept moving, trying to get away as I got between her legs but her pussy lips were swollen, protruding and I knew she was excited each time my cock touched her. Our faces were only inches apart when I bent down and sucked her lower lip into my mouth. Her exquisitely dark and erect nipples brushed against my chest. Her mouth opened into mine and our tongues first met at the moment I moved my hips forward to enter her. 

No lessons here. She hooked her ankles behind my back, arms around my neck while I fucked away with teenage enthusiasm. Her educated quiff grasped and clenched my dick as we fucked like minks. No lovemaking here. Her voice was strong and loud in my ear every time I arched my hips and drove into her. I scrabbled at the sheets with my toes to gain purchase for each new thrust. Each time I moved her hips higher until I was lunging almost directly level into her. When I came again I pushed forward, rolling her hips up off the bed. I suckled at her nipples while she ran her hands through my long, thick hair. 

She had washed me clean after she herself got cleaned and dressed. I watched her put on a bra and panties while I dripped my juices and hers onto her bathroom floor. I was buttoning the fly on my Jeans when Mom pulled up. We had Lessons again but it wasn't anything like that time on her bed with my Mother on her way.

My balls hurt for a week afterwards. But it was worth it.



Lessons



My name is Traci and this is my story of becoming a sex slave. No one has any idea of what the future holds for him or her. This is especially true for me. My life had gotten to be so predictable that I wanted to find a way to spice things up for my relationship with my husband. "Daddy", my self and my husband had talked about this many times before but this time when "Daddy" mentioned it again I actually gave it a lot more thought and figured what the hell. Therefore, I said, "Yes" to his proposal. I still had to do a lot of soul searching asking my self did I really want to become a sex slave. 

First a little about me, I am 35 years old been married for 10 years. I am only 5'2 and weigh roughly about 120. My hair color changes on a regular basis but at present moment, it is dirty blond. I have petite breast 34C and some say a real tight pussy and a big clit. Not sure if this matters but wanted you to picture me when you read my diary.

This all started out as me wanting a way to spice up my marriage. When "Daddy" first asked me about this I was a bit unsure but the more I thought about it the more I thought "Hell" I can do this. I was told that there was a group of people who would pay me top $ to see if I could go from ordinary sex to being a sex slave. 

Once I agreed, "Daddy" sent me a checklist to see what kind of thing I had done and what kind of things I desired to do. Once I filled out the check list and work a few times with "Daddy" I was then go in front of a panel for a series of "tests" to see if I could accomplish this.

For my first training, I dress in regular clothes like jeans and a tee shirt bringing along with me something sluttish. This is not something I have trouble doing. I dressed in a matching blue thong and blue bra. Over that, I wore a pair of skintight jeans and a black see through top that I buttoned only partial. I also wore my black thigh high boots. I brought along with me a black and white schoolgirl skirt that fell to just below my ass. I hoped this would please him. When I arrived, he motioned me in he could tell I was nervous and perhaps a bit scared. He reassured me that I could say "No" at any time and everything would be ok. 

"Daddy" and I went over a few items on the checklist. He told me to do the best I could. The number one lesson for tonight is Money has no boundaries and that money is money "Daddy" tells me, I did not understand this at first but later it became apparent. He tells me that at any time I could have someone besides him watching me so I needed to perform like a good slut. "Yes Daddy" I say in a timed voice. "Good", now the first thing I want you to do is get dressed, once you are dressed I want you to put on this collar, sit on this stool then put on this blindfold, any questions "No daddy". I say. This is going to take some practice remembering to call him "Daddy" 

I dress quickly putting on the collar and blindfold. Let "Daddy" know I am ready. He informs me that my choice in clothing is great. My first lesson is to start playing with my self. Go slowly at first and remember to continue to play even when I feel an orgasm start. When I am ready to cum, I am to pant like a puppy and tell "Daddy I am Cumming". I start out by lightly tapping my pussy then slowing I go from soft to a bit harder. I pull on my lips and glide my fingers around my lips, feeling the silkiness from my juices ooze out. I rub my juices all over my clit already feeling my orgasm build. As I am fondling my clit, my other hand is inside my bra pinching my nipples softly at first then harder as my hand keeps exploring my wet pussy. As I am ready to cum I remember to pant and say "Yes Daddy, I am cuuuuummming" the words are hard to get out as I cum hard. 

As I feel my self-come down, I sense the presence of another person. "Daddy" comes over to the stool and tells me to get off and kneel down on all fours. I do as instructed. At this time he tells me I am to suck him, make him my "Daddy" I start out by slowly taking his cock in my mouth, rubbing his cock all over the inside of my tight wet mouth. I take his balls in my hands and rub them. I feel his cock grow hard in my mouth. I only do this for a few minutes when he pulls out, grabs my leash and leads me over to a corner. 

He tells me I am to be a good corner slut. He puts me in the corner with my head pressed against the wall and my ass exposed for "Daddy" and the stranger. "Daddy" gives me instructions to start playing with my self again. I need to show the stranger what a dirty little slut I can be. I do this for a while as I try and not let my self cum too early. I want the stranger to see how naughty I can be. I want to be a good slut for "Daddy". 

Once I feel the orgasm I pant and yell "Yes Daddy" He does not let me enjoy though as soon as I cum he tells be to stop back up, turn around and crawl slowly towards his voice. As I start to crawl, he lifts up my skirt and spanks me lightly. He only lets me go a few steps when he instructs me to take my panties and my top off. I slowly take them both off, sit, and wait for his instructions. He then takes my collar and leads me over to the stool. On the stool sits the stranger. I m told to give the stranger a good sucking. I take the strangers cock into my mouth about the same way I do "Daddy's. I can tell the stranger likes this very much as he plays with my head shoving his cock further in my mouth. While I am sucking him, he is playing around with my backside, stroking me softly his hand are exploring me all over he goes even further down to play with my ass and pussy. This feels soooo good that I almost cum. 

After I suck my stranger for a while "Daddy" grabs my leash and tells me to crawl again. This time I feel as though I am going to the corner again. Once I get about five crawls, he tells to lay down with my head on the mattress and stick my ass in the air. He then positions me with my legs spread. Slowly at first, I feel "Daddy's" fingers rub against my backside then slowly his fingers slide into me. "Daddy" withdraws slowly then positions himself between my legs. I feel "Daddy" shove his cock into my pussy nice and deep. He does not do this long though; when he withdraws, I feel the stranger get between my legs. The stranger then begins to suck and lick my clit, I arch my back in response to him. 

He takes my pussy lips into his mouth, sucks, and tugs on them and then returns to my clit. I moan that I am cumin. He continues sucking me and returns to a more intense pace. As he is sucking my pussy, he inserts his fingers into my pussy; I know I am extremely wet and tight. He moans with approval and "Daddy" tells me what a good slut I am being for the stranger. Now I am really starting to feel an intense orgasm build. I know he can feel my pussy tighten and contract around his fingers. I know this because he sucks and finger fucks me with more force leaving me breathless. 

"Daddy" is right in front of me watching all this telling me what a good whore I am. As my orgasm builds, "Daddy" tells me to let go, let it all go. This is something I have a hard time doing and in the middle of my orgasm I start to almost laugh. "Daddy" rubs my shoulders and helps me breathe though my orgasm. Immediately and almost to the breaking point I experiencing an orgasm that I usually feel only when I am with my husband. I am breathless as I come down from my orgasm. "Daddy" rubs me and tells me what a good little slut I am. I feel pleased and drained at this time. 

Once I am in a more relaxed state "Daddy" says, he wants me again. I know not to refuse him my body. So I go over to him and start to suck his cock, as I do I feel him get hard this pleases me knowing I can somewhat please him by sucking him. I have yet to get him off this way but that will come with practice I am sure. I suck him for a while when he tells me to get on all fours again and go over to the mattress and sick my ass out. 

I feel him start to rub my pussy getting my juices flowing again. "Daddy" positions himself behind me and enters me good and hard. "Daddy" likes to fuck my pussy and tells me to tighten my pussy, to milk him good. I feel another orgasm come this one is quick to consume me so as I start to cum I pant. This is not something I am a custom to but do it because that is what is expected of me. As I cum, I cry, "Daddy Yes, I am cuuuumming." I feel "Daddy" cum shortly after that. 

Once "Daddy" leaves my body, he tells to lift my ass high and play with my self. I lay my head down and half heartily start to play with my self. The feeling of cumin and cumin has left me drained but I do what is expected of me. I am still very wet and get wetter as I know my stranger is still watching me. He is positioned behind me, I can feel him stroking him self, this is also a great turn on for me knowing he is getting off watching me fondle my self. I open my self up and insert a finger in. Damn I am wet. 

At this time, I feel another orgasm ready to explode in me. As I start to cum though I feel, my stranger shot his load all over me, not only on my back but also in my hair. After he comes, he reaches down and rubs his cream all over my backside. He then reaches down and strokes my pussy. I let go with one final orgasm. "OH YES DADDY" I scream as I cum... 

Once I am done, "Daddy" commands me to dress quickly. While I am dressing, I am now permitted to look around. I see the stranger putting on his clothes. I am shocked to see that the stranger is no stranger at all. Seeing him is quite a shock to me as he is someone I would never have had sex with. While the stranger as I will continue to call, him works on some things that need to be done to the apt 

"Daddy" and I sit down and discuss what lessons we worked on from my checklist. I know we did some puppy play with me on the leash. We also worked on me following commands. He also told me that I was paid for, after all that is what good sluts do. I am glad I was able to please him. 

In a week, we will again have another lesson. I know this is not going to be all sex and that is ok by me. I want to please and learn how to please others in the process. I also want to do well when it comes to testing. There are a few things I am unsure of but I will do what I can. Stay tuned for more of my submission to becoming the total sex slut.



Lessons



"Oh my god, it's huge!" Audrey exclaimed, unable to take her eyes from the package. "I thought you were going to get one for beginners."

James looked up distractedly, then went back to opening his own packages. "Don't worry, I did. You won't be starting on that one. You gotta work your way up." After a moment, he tossed aside an empty package and held up a short, thinner probe with a flared base. "This is the one you'll be starting on."

Audrey eyed the object suspiciously. "Even that one looks intimidating," she muttered, reaching over and snatching it from his hand. The soft, smooth silicone was a pretty pearlescent pink, not exactly the color Audrey had anticipated. But the object had a distinct triangular shape with a rounded head, and Audrey knew exactly what it was designed for, regardless of the innocent color.

James caught her staring at it and grinned. "Well, what do you think? Want to try it out?"

Audrey glared at him, but surprisingly enough, she agreed with a sigh of resignation. "All right, let's just get this over with." She stood and made her way over to the bed, her lover in tow. "Where do you want me?"

"Get on all fours," James instructed, watching as she obeyed. Her tiny skirt didn't even attempt to cover her delicious ass, or her delicate lace panties. Although the shape of them accentuated her curved ass perfectly, James frowned. "Slide those things off."

Audrey reached back and slid them off. As she did so, James was rewarded with a perfect view of her pussy. Full and fleshy, her baby-pink lips spread slightly to reveal her glistening hole. Audrey's hard, sizeable clit pushed back her soft, tender hood. She was visibly turned on—a good sign.

Kneeling behind her on the bed, James fought the urge to play with her pretty twat and, instead, spread her round, tight ass cheeks until he discovered her tiny asshole. Having washed it himself in the shower earlier that afternoon, he knew it was clean. This brought him a surprising sense of disappointment, but he leaned forward and licked at her hole regardless. Audrey squealed, trying to move away, but he held on to her ass tightly, pulling it apart almost painfully while he lapped at her anus. He forced his tongue inside, feeling her muscles close tightly around it. What a tight little asshole, he thought to himself; once this bitch is trained to take my cock, it's gonna feel so fucking good.

Finally he slipped his tongue back out and reached for a bottle of lube from the nightstand. He poured a considerable amount onto his fingers and began massaging the viscous liquid into her little hole. Audrey groaned, bucking with discomfort. The lube was cold and slippery inside her, and it felt gross. 

Suddenly, however, James' fingers were replaced by the warm, insistent end of the plug, lubed up and slippery. Audrey gasped, bracing herself for discomfort, but as the head of the intruding object pushed against her anus, and she let out a moan. It wasn't until the tip had slid past her anal ring that she groaned, feeling suddenly like she needed to take an urgent shit. "James, stop," she whined. "I think I need to go to the bathroom."

James ignored her and pushed the plug in harder. Audrey felt her tiny asshole open up like it did when she took a shit, but instead of expelling an object, she was taking one in. Her ass ached. She begged James to stop, but it kept coming. Finally, when she thought she could take no more, the wide part of the plug slipped in and her anus closed around the narrow neck. James twisted the tapered base until it sat comfortably between her big, round ass cheeks.

Audrey was gasping for breath. "Ouch, it hurts," she moaned, but even as she said it, the pain began to dissipate. Now she felt little more than a dull ache, accompanied by a feeling of fullness, like she did before going to the bathroom. Glancing over her shoulder, she saw her own ass in the mirror. Admiring her own perfect ass, spread by a narrow piece of pink silicone, Audrey moaned and bit her lip. Her pussy drooled onto the bed beneath her. 

"You like that, huh?" James chuckled, rubbing her fleshy, slippery cunt. Audrey nodded silently, her eyes riveted on the reflection of her own ass. James reached forward and undid the buttons of her shirt until it fell open, revealing her lacy bra. He made short work of this obstacle as well until her large, heavy breasts hung free. Round, perky, and milky white, her gigantic tits nearly rested on the bed below her. In fact, her long, hard nipples did indeed graze the sheets. James toyed with them for awhile, rolling them between his fingers and sucking on them. 

Audrey moaned, wriggling with every touch of her sensitive nipples. Whenever she moved, however, the plug in her ass moved as well, sending shivers down her spine. Her pussy was flooded with syrupy juices that ran down her thighs and drizzled onto the bed. James released Audrey's heavy jugs and began lapping up the juices from her soaking twat. Audrey squealed and bucked as he tongued her big clit and forced his tongue into her tight cunt again and again.

Suddenly she felt the plug move in her ass. But this time it didn't just twitch; it began to slide out. Audrey felt as though her bowels were voiding themselves right there on the bed. Letting out a shriek, she turned around to see James pulling it slowly out of her ass. A wave of relief washed over her until, unexpectedly, he forced the plug right back into her asshole. 

Audrey screamed. Her tender anus ached and burned from the assault, but even so, James wasn't finished yet. He pulled the plug out yet again, then forced it back in, over and over again. Despite Audrey's screams, he was rewarded each time with a tiny squirt of juice from her already sloppy pussy. Clearly she was enjoying herself. This emboldened James, and he was soon slamming the toy in and out of her ass as hard as he could. Her face and tits on the bed and her ass high in the air, Audrey felt dirty and exposed. She whimpered and cried, but truth be told, she was in heaven.

Suddenly, the plug in her ass began to vibrate. Audrey was so unprepared for this sensation that she let out a squeal. A few more pumps in and out of her tight asshole, and Audrey began to come. Screaming again and again, she squirted a thick, hot stream of juice from her already gushing pussy. Still coming, Audrey reached a hand between her thighs and rubbed her clit hard and fast, coaxing out squirt after squirt from her twat.

When her orgasm subsided, Audrey collapsed onto the bed. James' arm and chest were soaking wet, covered in her pussy juices. The sheets between her thighs were a massive puddle of wetness. Her own thighs were soaking wet and slippery.

James looked down at his lover, a half-naked, satisfied sex goddess, her ass still violated by a pretty buttplug. His dick had been rock hard since sliding the plug in, but now he was so horny it almost hurt. Unzipping his pants, he pulled out his thick, hard shaft. Audrey's pussy was so wet that his cock slipped in to the hilt on the first thrust. The plug stretched her ass, making her cunt even tighter than usual. James pulled his half-conscious lover to the edge of the bed and began to ram his dick into her, grabbing onto her hips for leverage. As he pumped in and out of her, the plug actually began to slip slowly from Audrey's used asshole. James watched it stretch to accommodate the widest part of the plug, and suddenly he could take no more. Grabbing the hilt of the plug, he ripped it violently out of her ass, leaving a gaping hole in its wake. 

Ignoring Audrey's screams of pain and protest, he reached forward and grabbed her throat, pulling her head back. She choked and gasped, and James took this opportunity to jam the filthy buttplug into her mouth. When her mouth clamped down around the pink silicone, James slipped his dick out of her pussy and slammed it into her ass.

The plug muffled Audrey's screams nicely, and James was able to slide his slippery cock in to the hilt. Her anus was ridiculously tight, sucking his cock even deeper into her bowels. James' balls slapped against her gooey pussy as he drove the length of his cock into her perfect asshole again and again. Looking down, he watched it stretch around his thick cock as he drove himself balls-deep into her ass. The sight of it sent him over the edge, and with a yell, he began to pump his cum into her vulnerable, defenseless body. When every last drop had been emptied into her bowels, James withdrew his softening cock. Audrey's asshole was still so tight that it closed up behind his cock without spilling a single drop of cum. Satisfied, James wiped his dick off between her ass cheeks and stood. Reaching forward again, he took the butt plug out of Audrey's mouth, spat on it, and drove it back into her ass, sealing his cum inside. She barely made a whimper.

Yes, Audrey showed plenty of potential. James had no doubt that he could train his little slut to take nearly anything into her perfect ass. But there was plenty of time for that later. Turning on the vibrator, James took one last look at his lover as she dissolved into orgasm before he left the room, closing the door behind him.



Lessons



12:47pmMaster

right I will let u go in the shower and play with your self u dirty slut , but I want the story later ok

12:47pmSlut

.......walks away stripping off her clothing as she heads to the bathroom with a thoughtful smile, a very dirty mind and the need for release.........

I walk away from you slowly stripping off layers of clothing with each step I take down the long hallway. 

Unbuttoning my blouse, I let it slip down my arms to the floor and slide my hands behind my back to release my bra. 

Looking back over my shoulder I see that you are smiling and I know that you are really loving this. 

I decide that I am going to play dirty and see how far you will let me take this. 

I slide my skirt and thong down in one motion running my hand up my leg to my sex placing the heel of my hand onto my clit as I slide my fingers across the lips of my pussy. Sliding them inside, ahhmmmm, so wet and warm...

I fuck myself slowly a few times to get them nice and wet. I turn and stick out my tongue to taste my own sweet juices on my fingers sucking them in to my mouth. I see the desire in your eyes and know that I have hit the mark with that, as you get up to follow me into the shower. 

The bathroom is large and very modern, with huge windows that lend to the view of mountains and woods behind the house, slate covers the floor and walls and the shower is a 6'x 6 stall with floor to ceiling glass but frosted from the chest down, for privacy, with multiple shower heads on 2 walls. 

I get in and start to lather up with my favorite lavender soap as you step in behind me. Your hard cock rests on my ass as you reach around and grab my tits, tweaking and pinching my long hard nipples. I moan and lean back into you allowing your hands to roam my soapy body. 

You play with my nipples and your right hand slides down caressing my hip and thigh coming back up to touch my swollen lips. You take your finger and trace over the folds of my pussy teasing and playing but not entering me or touching my clit. I gasp when you finally graze my clit as you dip 2 fingers into my tight hole as you lick and bite at my neck. 

Reaching back I take your hard cock in hand and start stroking it to the head and back with slow and deliberate intentions. I feel the head of your cock swell and pulse with every pass my hand takes up and down the length of it. 

Your breathing gets faster and I can tell you are really turned on, so I take your balls in my hand and I feel your cock jump. 

Almost at your breaking point you decide that I am enjoying this all far too much and stop suddenly and turn me around to face you. 

The look in your eye says it all, I know my place. I drop my head in submission placing my arms in front of me crossed at the wrist. 

You step out of the shower knowing I don't dare to look up to see what you are doing, for fear that I will be punished and the evening of fun would end before it even began. 

I am anxious until I hear the snap of the shower door and you returning to me. You strap on cuffs to both ankles and then make me spread my legs a little more than shoulder width apart, and place a bar between them. 

"You were enjoying the upper hand weren't you?" 

I didn't answer. 

A little softer "weren't you?"

"Yes Sir" 

"I think a bit too much as well. You need to be reminded who is the Master and who is the slut"

You take my hands and tie them together and raise them above my head to fasten them to the hook that is in the corner of the shower. 

I am left with my legs spread wide and my hands tied above my head so you can pinch my nipples again but harder then before. You look into my eyes as you do and kiss me deeply leaving me breathless and hungry for more but you pull away and place a blindfold over my eyes. 

I shiver with excitement and my pussy throbs in anticipation. You turn the water back on and remove the head from its cradle. I hear the water pressure change to a pulse setting and then feel my tits getting pelted with water. You run it up and down my body alternating between hot and cold water causing me to have an overload of sensations. I am getting ggose pimples all over my body and my nipples are like little pebbles.

You place it directly on my clit and feel like I could just about cum but you take it away and run it up and down my legs alternating your mouth and the water between my clit and nipples. You even hit my ass with it a few times for good measure. 

I can only hear the water and my own breathing. 

The throbbing in my pussy is too much and I want to cum so badly. 

I moan that I want to cum for you and I feel you come close to me and you whisper in my ear, 

"I am just getting started slut" 

You slap my swollen clit with your hand and then I feel your tongue flick across it, sending a shiver through my body. Your tongue plays with the lips of my hole and you tease my clit biting and sucking it. Stroking the entrance with your finger just running over it not entering is driving me crazy. 

I buck my hips hoping to get it to slip in. You slap my ass hard and it stings so I stop moving but I plead, 

"Please fuck me Master, make me cum please!" 

You want to cum? Oh I'll make you cum alright" 

With that, you take the shower head again and aim it right at my hard clit, just moving it back and forth slightly to keep changing where it hits but then you open me up with your fingers and hit it right on that button. 

My body starts to shake and my knees want to buckle but I can't close my legs and I am hanging by my wrists, so I fall slack as the first wave of orgasm washes over me. 

You don't let me have any reprieve and continue the assault on my clit by turning down the hot water and letting the cold water hit right on my hard nub. I start to squeal pulling myself up to try and get away from the cold. 

As I am thinking this has to stop or I'll pass out from the feeling...

you turn the water off. I feel you releasing my hands from the hook and my ankles from the spreader bar but leave on the blindfold.

You guide me out of the shower and I feel a soft warm towel running over my body and each rub causes goose bumps to raise on my skin. You take me to the bed and lay me down. 

You caress each part of me that you can while you are tying my arms and legs to the 4 posts on the bed. 

I am open and exposed with no idea what you have in store for me. 

My mind is racing, I know I have told you some of my fantasies, one of them was to be forced to orgasm repeatedly and I know I said something about wanting to get fucked from behind while I was giving head. 

And who doesn't like a bit of soft bondage and Dom/Sub?

Back out of my head, I hear the chest that I keep my toys in open and wonder what you are taking out to use for my lesson. 

I feel you kneel between my legs, 

"Now Slut, you begged to cum before so now I am going to give you your wish. You are going to cum for me.....until I say you're done." 

You lube up a small plug and insert it into my ass causing me to moan with pleasure. 

"Oh I knew you'd like that you dirty little tramp, your nothing but s dirty little slut aren't you?" 

As I try to answer, you push an 8" vibrator into my wet pussy and I scream out in pleasure. 

Breathlessly, "Yes,...yes Master I'm your cum slut!" 

You turn up the vibrator and shift so your cock is perched at my lips and the next moan I make, you shove your cock into my mouth and fuck my throat as you stroke the toy in and out of my dripping hole. 

"You like all your holes filled slut? 

I know you do...

you don't have to answer .... just keep sucking that cock."

I lift my head to take more of your cock in my mouth and moan around it. 

"That's right blow me bitch! 

Now, I know how you love to get fucked....

So that's why I have invited a couple friends over to, mmmm...see you tonight." 

I stop sucking your cock to take in what you have just said, only to have it pushed back into my wet mouth.

Now I hear the other men in the room make some noise and wonder if it's even your cock in my mouth right now. 

I feel hands starting to roam my body and 2 hard rods have been placed in my hands that are still tied out to my sides. 

I start stroking them as best I can. Someone removes the vibrator and plug from my ass and twat. Only to be lifted and refilled with 2 throbbing hard cocks.

"aahhhh, yyyeeessss" is all I can get out between trusts of cock 

All I know is the feeling of this thrusting in and out of every hole...

I have lost count of how many times I have cum and how long these men have been banging me.

Throughout all of this you are there goading all of them on. 

"Fuck her harder!" 

"She likes to be spanked."

"She gives great head, didn't I tell you guys?" 

I feel something wet and cold touch my clit and another cock enters and fills me. 

I feel a small jolt on my clit that causes me to jump. Remember when you were a kid and put a 9 volt battery to your tongue. That's almost what it felt like. 

It took me by surprise and then I felt it again, and again. I was gushing again within seconds getting hit with wave upon wave of orgasm. 

As it stops I feel that the guy fucking my mouth is about to cum. He grunts and pulls out his cock shooting it all over my face. 

Trying to catch my breath, the 2 men stroking their hard cocks into me start to swell & twitch, they are grunting and moaning, ready to blow their loads. 

When I feel that jolt again on my clit, only this time it is a constant stimulation and causes me to cum again and again as they pull out and cum all over me. I am writhing with the orgasms that you are wracking me with until everything goes black........

I wake feeling cool water hitting on my face. I passed out in the shower from the orgasm I had thinking about all the things I want some sexy man to do to his very own cum slut.



Lessons



He pulled up into the driveway, parked, and then made his way up to the front door. She had said she might be running a little late (which was nothing new), so she had left the front door open. He walked in, made a detour to the kitchen, and opened up the door. As he knew he would find, there was a cold beer sitting in the fridge, his favorite brand. He grabbed one, opened it up, took a long pull off it, and then headed upstairs.

She had her music blasting (again, nothing new), so she didn't hear him when he walked in the bedroom. She was standing next to her bed, looking out the window as she talked on her cell phone. He stood for a moment and just looked at her. She wasn't fully dressed, and was there in just her bra and a matching thong. Nice, he thought to himself, very nice. He glided up silently behind her, and her first awareness of his presence was as his hands reached around her and cupped her breasts, kneading them slightly. She gave a start at first, and then realizing it was him, relaxed and enjoyed his exploration. She smiled as she continued her conversation, and as she did so, he pressed himself against her backside, and she felt his hardness. She let out a little moan, and had to make a hasty explanation to whoever was on the other end of the phone about the noise. Whoever it was bought the quick excuse, and now his hands drifted lower. Tracing down along her stomach and along the edges of her underwear. As his hand cupped her mound, he could feel the heat radiating from it. He deftly slipped first one, then two fingers past her thong and inserted them in her, gently grazing her clit as he did so. This time she was just able to stifle a moan, and leaned her head back against his shoulder as he began to play with her. He teased her for a moment more, and then pulled away to go sit down at the computer and sip at his beer. She turned and gave him a dirty look for teasing her like that, as if to reprimand him for not finishing what he had started. She began to say something, but saw the look on his face and realized that she had erred in her initial decision to consider scolding him. He simply held up his index finger, and that stopped her in her tracks. She knew she had just earned herself a "lesson," as he had taken to calling it. It was more like her continued training, ensuring that she knew that his needs came first, and once she had satisfied him, she knew that she would get hers. He always delivered, and now she knew that she had to make amends for her momentary lapse.

He just sat there looking at her for another moment, enjoying the pouty look on her face, and then took another drink from his beer. She commented to the person on the other end of the phone that she had to get going, that she had to finish getting ready to go out, and that she'd call them back the next day. As she hung up the phone and set it down, she walked over to where he sat, watching her. She leaned over and gave him a kiss, and was slightly surprised to find his tongue being thrust deeply into her mouth. She enjoyed it for a moment, but then broke the kiss. She got on her knees in front of him, and looked down at the bulge in the front of his pants. Her hands reached forward, fully prepared to undo the belt and the zipper. He stopped her, and cupping her chin pulled her gaze up until she was staring straight into his eyes.

"It's not going to be that easy. This time you're going to need a lesson that you'll remember." As the words hit her, she realized that she was almost a little afraid, but more than that, she was incredibly turned on. Part of her wanted to jump him right there and fuck the shit out of him, but she understood that she wasn't allowed to have that. Yet. "Now go finished getting ready," he said. Without hesitation she stood and walked to the bathroom, realizing with every step that she was wetter than she could remember being in a long time. She didn't look back as she walked, but she knew that he was watching her walk. A slight smile crept across her face with the realization, and then she was turning the corner to enter the bathroom.

She picked up her pace once she got into the bathroom. He didn't like to be kept waiting long, and since she had already displeased him, she didn't want to make matters any worse. Once she was done putting on her make up, she walked back out to the bedroom and put on the clothes she had laid out on the couch. He didn't look up from the computer screen, she couldn't see what he was looking at, and knew better than to try and look over his shoulder. As she pulled on her skirt and blouse, she made minor adjustments, making sure everything fit just right. She walked back into the bathroom and finished doing her hair, and then made a final check in the mirror. Her skirt was quite short, and a very snug fit. It showed off her legs, and she knew he liked the way they looked. Her blouse was very low-cut, and it was almost an effort to keep her breasts from falling out of it. As much as he teased her about her wearing tops like that for the attention it got her, she knew it was true. And she knew he in particular he appreciated them, which made it even better.

Satisfied that everything was in place, she turned to walk out and found him standing there in the doorway. "Very nice," he said. "You look good enough to eat." The wicked little grin on his face as he finished his sentence almost made her knees weak, and she felt herself get even wetter, if that were possible.

He turned and headed for the stairs, and she grabbed her purse and followed. He opened the door to allow her to leave, and then closed it behind them. As she walked ahead of him, she felt his stare upon her again. Unconsciously she found herself strutting a little, determined to give him something to really enjoy. She walked around to the passenger side of his car, and as he opened it and she got in, he leaned in and gave her a deep kiss on the lips. His hand began exploring between her legs again, and instinctively she spread them for him. God, she was wet. How did he have that uncanny knack for causing that reaction in her, she wondered. That thought was lost as his finger began to rub her clit, and she moaned. As if that were a cue, he pulled his hand from between her legs, broke their kiss, and while still holding her gaze, placed his finger in his mouth and sucked on it. "Mmmmm." That was the only sound he made, and it made her shiver. He stood, and as he closed the door, she could see how hard he was. She tried not to imagine him working her over with that, but the thought kept creeping into her mind. It took only a few seconds for him to walk around to the driver's side, but it seemed like an eternity. The whole time she squirmed in her seat, certain that when she got out her skirt would be soaked.

"Where are we going to dinner?" she asked as he started the car.

"Dinner will have to wait for a minute," he replied. "I have to stop by my place and pick up my phone. I realized I had forgotten it when I was almost here, and was expecting a call."

As they pulled out of the driveway and started on their way, he turned up the stereo. She didn't recognize the music at first, but liked the beat. Heavy bass that made the seat vibrate. Like she needed any more distractions there, she once again had visions of him having his way with her, ravaging her, and she caught her hand creeping between her legs. She knew he hadn't given her permission to play with herself for a couple days now, and it was killing her. It was getting darker, and for a moment she considered sneaking her hand there for just a moment, thinking the chances of him seeing were very slim. Thinking of the consequences made her stop, though. He'd probably just spank me, she thought to herself, and that almost made her do it. But then she remembered the lesson she had been given a while back. 

He had made her strip naked and lie down on the bed. He then tied her spread-eagled on his bed. He had this fantastic bed that seemed as if it had been made just for that purpose, and she loved whenever he tied her up like that. Once he was certain she couldn't wiggle free, he had then gotten between her legs and begun to go down on her. He brought her to the brink of orgasm, and then just stopped. She had squirmed and begged him to continue, that what he was doing wasn't nice, wasn't fair. He told her that bad girls needed to be taught lessons, and that when they didn't follow the instructions they were given, that there were punishments. And then he had begun licking her clit again. Once again, just as she was about to cum, he stopped. This had continued for almost an hour, and she lost count of the number of times she was on the brink. By the end she was begging and pleading with him, swearing that she would do whatever he said, whatever he wanted, if he would just let her cum. His only response was to do it once more. This time when he stopped short, he simply got up and walked out of the bedroom, leaving her tied up on the bed. She started to ask him where the hell he thought he was going, but as she opened her mouth to speak, he turned and held up that one finger.

"Shhh. Don't make this worse on yourself. I gave you an order, and you failed to follow it. Now you will do penance. You will lie here, and you won't make a sound. I will be back to check on you from time to time. When and if I see fit to untie you, then I will. Until then, think on this." And with that, he walked away. She had thought that he was kidding, and that in just a moment he was going to walk back through the door, but when a minute stretched into several, and then became fifteen, she realized he was serious. Worst of all was the aching between her legs. She had been so close to orgasm so many times that it was killing her, and now realizing how far away one was made it all the worse. She could hear him poking around his place, moving about, but since she couldn't see, she was left to guess what he was up to.

Half an hour later he walked in and looked down on her naked form. He had a glass of water in his hand, and asked if she wanted some. She nodded yes, and raised her head as he tipped the glass. She took a few sips, and then said 'thank you' as he put the glass on the nightstand beside the bed. He reached over and tugged on each of her nipples, rolling them between his fingers, and then slid one finger between her legs. She moaned again, and part of her prayed that he wouldn't get her worked up again, even though she knew she was instantly wet again. Mercifully he only ran his finger across her clit once, and then turned and left again.

She lost track of how long she had lain there tied up, but eventually he had walked back in and stood beside the bed.

"Have we learned anything today?" he asked her.

She only nodded, knowing instinctively that that was the right way to respond to his question.

"What have we learned?"

"That instructions are to be followed, never questioned."

"Very good. I'm going to untie you now, but you aren't allowed to put any clothes on. You will not touch yourself. You may go to the bathroom, but once you are done, you will join me in the living room. Don't be long." And with that, he untied first her legs, and then her arms. She moved her arms and legs a little to get the circulation going, and then got up and quickly headed to the bathroom. Once she was done, she had gone out to the living room as instructed, where he sat on the couch, watching TV. The rest of the day she had been made to walk around naked, catering to his whims. He told her that only good girls get to wear clothes whenever they want. Bad girls have to go without. That evening he had allowed her to give him head, and when she was finished, he stood her up, bent her over, and fucked her, bringing her to several orgasms with his slow, deep strokes.

So as she remembered the last time she had been punished, she chose not to disobey. She had been so wrapped up in her thoughts that they had just about arrived at his place. He parked the car and turned it off.

"C'mon up for a minute, I'll just be a second," he said.

She followed him to his door, and then inside. As he closed the door behind her she turned around. As she looked down at the small table beside the door, she noticed a black satin blindfold. Curiosity got the better of her, and she asked what it was for, already knowing the answer. She just hadn't bargained on how soon she'd find out.

"I'm glad you asked," he smiled. "Put it on, it's the first part of your lesson."

Part of her wanted to ask if she was supposed to wear it out to dinner, but then compliance kicked in. She reached down and picked it up, sliding it over her eyes. He didn't need to ask if she could see anything, she already knew that if he had to ask, she was in trouble. She made sure it was in place. Her arms at her side, she stood there in front of him. Suddenly aware of herself, and how she must look, she began to shift slightly from foot to foot. She felt his hand take hers, and lead her forward. She wasn't entirely sure of where they were going, but was pretty sure it was towards the living room. He let go of her hand and she instinctively stopped where she was. She could hear him walk off, and then suddenly the room was filled with music. Different than what was playing in the car, but still a heavy R&B beat. She sensed, rather than heard, him approach her again. His warm breath tickled her ear as he gave her her next instruction.

"You are going to dance for me, put on a show. I am going to sit down on the couch here, and then you will entertain me. And make it a good show, or there will be consequences." He didn't need to explain the consequences; she had an idea of what they could be.

She was slightly nervous, since she had never done anything like this for him before. She began to move a little, feeling the beat. As the tempo of the music began to pick up, she gave in to it a little more. Without thinking, her hands began to slide up along her hips, roaming all over her body. She was determined to make this a show he'd never forget, and was beginning to get into the moment. Her hips began to grind a little more with each thump of the bass, and she became almost oblivious to everything else. As her hands continued to touch her body, she found herself getting aroused all over again. She relished in the curves of her body, cupping first one breast, then the other. Massaging them, enjoying the way they felt in her hands. Before she knew it, she was pulling off her top, exposing her barely covered breasts to him. Now she began massaging them again, pulling on her nipples, which peeked out above the top of her bra. She was amazed at how hard they were, and they seemed to keep getting bigger as she played with them. 

The music changed slightly, and this time she recognized the song as the one that had first been playing in the car when he picked her up. The bass was heavy, and the man singing kept repeating the chorus "Don't Be Afraid." She picked up on the beat, and continued to grind to the music, she turned so her back was facing him, and slowly slid her skirt down past her hips. She began to turn around slowly, and without thinking, found one had between her legs. As she realized this, she slipped first one, then two fingers inside herself. Not in the least surprised to find how wet she was. A part of her mind told her that he could see how wet she was as well, and that excited her even more. She pulled her fingers out and began sucking on them. She could almost envision him sitting there, watching her. Almost like she was a third party, sitting in the corner watching him watch her. That excited her even more, and now she undid her bra and tossed it in the direction she thought he was. Next came the thong, and then she stood there completely naked in front of him. Now she got down to business and really focused on herself. While one hand played with her breasts, the other got to work on her clit. She began to rub it faster and faster, turned on almost as much by the sensation as by the effect she knew it would be having on him.

It actually surprised her how quickly it happened. One second she was playing with herself, and the next she was cumming. Her knees began to buckle, and as she collapsed, she continued to ride through the orgasm rocking her body. When she was able to focus again, she could hear her breathing, how loud and heavy it was. She hadn't cum like that in a while, and god it felt good. And to think he hadn't lain a finger on her yet. Thinking of what might be in store for her got her going again, and her hand found it's way south again. She opened her mouth to let out a moan, and was only half-surprised to feel his the tip of his penis brush against her lips. She leaned forward and took him in her mouth. One hand still on her clit, the other encircled his hard cock. She licked along the length of it several times, and then drew him back into her mouth, getting rewarded with a moan from him. That was all the incentive she needed, and now she focused on him, on his cock. Devouring the hardness she held in her hand. She sensed her own orgasm approaching again, and didn't want to cum alone this time. She redoubled her efforts, and began sucking him for all she was worth. Back and forth her mouth moved, while her hand stroked what she couldn't fit in her mouth. She let her hand glide back a little, and as she began to massage his balls, he began to erupt. This cause her to go over the edge herself, and after the first blast of his cum, she pulled back slightly and felt his hot semen splash on her chest. He kept cumming and cumming, and as her orgasm began to subside, so did his.

"That was fucking awesome," he said to her. "You've definitely earned what's in store for you." As he said that he reached down and removed her blindfold. She looked up at him and saw the smile on his face, and that's when she saw movement out of the corner of her eye. She turned her head and that's when she saw the video camera, and his friend who had been taping the whole thing, an obvious bulge in the front of his pants...



Lessons



A World of Warcraft Erotica

Disclaimer: World of Warcraft and all related material are copyrights of Blizzard Entertainment. This story is purely fiction and written for entertainment purposes only.

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Undercity was not her favorite place, but Valitha Voidstar had seen and visited much worse places than this. The Undercity was actually the former sewers and storm shelters of the once Human city of Loderan. Since its fall to the Plague many years ago (and the murder of the king by the hands of his own son, Arthas), Sylvanas Windrunner and the Forsaken had taken up residence in the ruins as their rightful home. Valitha had been staying in the surprisingly comfortable inn of the nearest villa of Brill until her new student arrived. Secretly, Valitha prayed that it would be a living, breathing student. Although the Forsaken were the Blood Elves' strongest allies in the Horde, she could only be around dead people for so long. 

Her Dreadsteed trotted loudly leaving sparks of flame and sulfur in its wake. Valitha was a Warlock of some renown and everything the Blood Elf did was with purpose. The Forsaken wandering quietly through the quarters of Undercity nodded at her passing and some seemed not to notice or care. This was common as the Forsaken normally did not trust nor deal with the living on a normal basis. She dismounted and dismissed the horrible steed with a wave of her manicured hand as she neared the stinking labyrinth that served as the Royal Apothecary. 

Modrid stood at a table filled with bubbling flasks, burners, and tubes that steamed or bubbled with various concoctions. Strapped to a nearby slab was a struggling (although weakly) Human female. She was emancipated and disheveled and her weary eyes looked about with confusion and horror. Valitha sneered at the Human in disgust. The Blood Elf remembered how the hated Humans had once used the High Elves as fodder in their war against the Scourge. It was through the Human's foolishness and arrogance that the Sunwell and the High Elves fell victim to the onslaught of the Undead Scourge and destroyed their livelihood. 

Valitha stood quietly as the Forsaken apothecary muttered to himself and mixed together liquids and milled herbs. Although she was feeling rather impatient and somewhat ignored by the hooded undead, she knew better than to disturb him while he worked. After a few moments, Modrid turned with a wicked chuckle holding a large flask of bright green liquid that seemed to smoke. His eyes gleamed with unholy life under the shadows of his deep cowl and, if he still possessed most of his facial muscles and flesh, Valitha assumed he would probably be smiling. 

He shuffled past the waiting Blood Elf and approached the Human on the slab. The Human seemed agitated as he approached and weakly struggled against her bonds. With clawed boney fingers, he quickly removed the gag and was rewarded with a surprisingly strong shriek from the Human woman.

"Oh do shut up," he grated stuffing the flask into her mouth. The Woman sputtered and gagged as the entire contents of the flask drained down her throat. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she convulsed for a while before lying perfectly still. Her eyes glazed over and then suddenly flared to life with a sickly yellow glow. Her body seemed to wither before Valitha's eyes and the now undead woman looked up at Modrid. 

"Feel better?" Modrid asked chuckling. The woman looked around and back to Modrid before nodding and smiling a wicked grin. Modrid undid the restraints before helping the Forsaken woman to her feet. "Go seek the Dark Lady and show her what you've become, my Beauty," Modrid said gesturing for an assistant to lead the newly made undead to Sylvanas. 

It was only after the assistant and experiment were out of sight that Modrid finally spoke to Valitha. "The Orc arrived shortly before dawn," The Forsaken said turning to her. "Rather large fellow for a Warlock."

"All Orcs are large I have found," Valitha replied, "even the females." 

Modrid moved in what seemed to be a shrug and handed her a small bluish purple crystal. It was a void stone. Valitha did not know exactly where they came from, but she knew that Modrid was infamous for getting rare and sought-after materials.

"I understand he is quite young," Modrid said wryly. "But you are also aware that Orcs can be very promising even at a young age."

"With axes and swords perhaps," Valitha frowned, "dark arts require more... finesse."

Modrid chuckled turning once again to his workbench. "Orcs can be surprisingly adept at such intricate arts, my dear," he looked at her over his shoulder. "Thrall was a very intelligent and wise Warchief unlike Garrosh."

Valitha nodded. She knew the Warchief well and she had to agree that Thrall was a much more capable and wise leader than the acting Warchief dolt who only seemed to solve problems with an axe and a bellow of "honor" or "Loktar O'Gar". Thrall showed more honor in his right tusk than that fool Garrosh had in his whole body.

"Enjoy," Modrid said with a mysterious hint of humor to his voice. Valitha was puzzled at that but knew that she would better see what Modrid's strange joke was instead of asking him. 

Once she rode the elevator up, she felt immediately better. The sun rose over the ruins of Loderon and she closed her eyes to bask in its light and warmth. Her golden hair shined bright in its rays and her equally golden brown skin reacted to the life giving light. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, feeling the fresh air fill her lungs and clear her nostrils of the pungent odors and lingering scents of decay and death that permeated Undercity. After she felt as if she could breathe properly again, she lifted her hands and gestured, summoning her Dreadsteed. Brill was not so far along the road, but better to ride into town with some style than on foot. 

Upon her quick arrival, one of the Forsaken nodded in her direction and pointed towards the gated and rather large graveyard. Valitha never understood why the graveyard was so huge considering that most of the corpses that would have normally occupied the grounds were, instead, walking around as the town's inhabitants. The graveyard held new sights for her as she decided to enter through the gates on foot. 

The Orc was there and his size was indeed impressive. He was tall, a full head taller than the smaller Blood Elf. His arms and muscles were larger around than her head and his massive barrel chest seemed to strain the seams of his dark robes. His head was shaved save for a single thick braid of hair that started from the crown of his bald plate to just above his backside. Unlike other Orcs she had met, this one seemed more toned than bulky. She smiled and one of her long eyebrows quirked up impressed. When he turned to her, her smile melted into a gape of pleasant shock and admiration. She never thought an Orc would have such a handsome face! 

Even with tusks, his lips were a pleasing shape, not thin, but almost full. His jaw was strong and his nose wide but small adorned with a single ring piercing his septum. Deep set eyes the color of burning embers almost glowed from the depths of a strong brow. Those eyes did not narrow in a look of disdain like most Orcs who interacted with Blood Elves. Instead, they seemed to widen and drink her in as she came into his view.

Valitha silently strode with her eyes locked onto his until she stood a breath away. She smirked catching his eyes wander over her scantily clad curves and long legs. Unlike his robes, hers were more open and revealing. It was only after they stared into one another's eyes for a few heartbeats that he smiled and with a gruff voice, "You must be Void Mistress Valitha."

Something in the way he said "Mistress" made her heart race and she fought back the shudder that ran from her sensitive Elven ears down to an even more sensitive Elven quim. "I am," she replied. She cursed herself silently for the uneasiness to her voice. She was a Void Mistress dammit and she better start playing the part. 

The Orc bowed his head. Even in a submissive stance, he seemed powerful. "I am Turrek Tornflesh," he said. His head lifted slightly and his gaze met hers before he added "your humble apprentice."

Valitha held her gaze firmly but felt as if she would melt under his hot gaze. She kept her countenance in check but her body reacted and she could feel moisture between her legs. She had to watch this apprentice. Letting her lusts get the best of her could be dangerous and she had spent far too much time and effort proving her worth to not only the Blood Elves, but to the Orcs and the rest of the Horde that this "pretty little Elf" could be just as powerful and deadly (if not more) than any of the Horde's mighty warriors. 

She bade him to rise and they retreated back to her private chambers. The room was spacious and out of the way to the rest of Brill. It would serve their purposes. Turrek could not help but steal glances at Valitha. He normally thought the Blood Elves weak and scrawny compared to the stronger, larger Orcs. This Blood Elf was strong despite her size. Her skin reminded him of the golden sands of Durotar and as smooth and soft as the most prized silks from the Eastern Kingdoms. With her golden brown skin and soft flowing hair the color of sunlight in the spring, Valitha was a bright and welcome star in the normally gloomy and decrepit atmosphere of Undercity. He had ducked his gaze from her on several occasions as her lessons progressed. It may have been his own lust surging in his mind, be he could have sworn she was looking at him with equal attraction. Better to keep his mind on his studies and not on her distracting and ample curves.

The Orc was not only handsome (which was something in itself to the Blood Elf) but also very adapt at the Dark Arts. Within a few days, he had grasped several lessons with an almost practiced ease. Along with his own personal use of Fel magic, he had also shown promise in summoning and controlling demons. His Imp was a foul little creature and even more foul mouthed and his Void Walker was a grumbling complainer; however, Turrek had them subdued and well trained using his mind and powers over the normal use of his physical strengths. 

One day, Valitha had drawn a strange glowing rune on the floor of their summoning chamber and instructed Turrek to stand aside and observe. His eyes concentrated on her movements trying hard to watch what she was doing more than how her lithe body twisted and bent as she marked the floor. 

"Today we will summon a new demon for you to subdue and control," she announced finishing the runes. "A succubus."

Turrek had seen (and even fought) the foul demons known as succubi. They were different from other demons and used lust to entrap and torment mortals no matter if they were male or female. Even thinking about those powers now had Turrek's own lust for his Mistress rising until he fought back his urges. As if sensing his thoughts, Valitha's voice cut through the haze of lustful thoughts.

"Turrek! This is important!" she snapped grabbing his undivided attention. "Being a male, a succubus will be harder for you to subdue. Remember your lessons and use all of your focused hate and fear to show this demon her proper master."

Turrek nodded and tried to squash his lusts and concentrate on the new task at hand. When she signaled for him to begin, Turrek stepped inside the protective barriers of the runes and began his summoning ritual.

It didn't take long for the air to shimmer as the portal opened and a shape took form. The succubus was tall (almost as tall as he) her height mostly contributed by hock legs tipped in sharp claws and cloven hooves. Her hair was as dark as the abyss flowing down her pale white shoulders that sported two, slightly ragged, leathery wings. She smiled with a look of unbridled lust and evil glee licking full red lips and glaring at him with piercing green eyes ... green eyes that much resembled his beautiful Mistress. Turrek shook his head clearing the thoughts from his head. The succubus laughed an evil giggle that ended in a sinister purr. To his horror and rising anger, Turrek realized that within moments of her summoning, the succubus had already read his mind and found his naughty little secrets to use against him.

With a primal roar, Turrek threw his hands forward, placing curse after curse upon the succubus. The Incineration caused her to suck in a breath of pain and the other curses seemed to fuel her rage. As Turrek summoned his power to blast her with a Shadow Bolt, the succubus moved faster than lightning producing a wicked whip that lashed the Orc across his face. Turrek howled in pain, his spell ruined, as he clutched his face. 

"Is that all you've got, Big Boy?" the succubus purred, mocking him with evil laughter as she flicked the barbed edge of her whip, leaving a lash on his exposed arm.

The Orc glared at her with pure fury and the succubus laughed again. A strange smell assaulted his nostrils. It was sickly sweet and overpowering. His felt his head swim as he tried to clear his thoughts. Concentrating on the succubus, he noticed a thin trickle of fluid running down her thigh. She was entrapping him with her pheromones. He couldn't help himself as the smell of her arousal ensnared him. His eyes glazed over and a low growl escaped his lips. The succubus stopped laughing when she realized her mistake. Making an Orc overcome with lust for you was the worst thing she could have possibly done. 

Turek, overcome now with his primal need stalked towards the succubus who backed away slowly. He gnashed his teeth and growled low like an untamed beast as strong hands tore away his robes exposing large, taut muscles rippling with uncontrollable desire. The succubus squeaked a strangled cry of alarm as her back pressed against the invisible barrier of the summoning circle. She was trapped! Desperately the succubus lashed at the oncoming Orc with her whip but it seemed to have no effect. At last his hand caught her weapon and tore it from her grasp to throw it aside like a dead snake. The succubus slowly slid down the barrier with eyes wide in terror. The snake between his legs was far from dead and discarded like her whip. 

"No!" the succubus cried out as Turrek grabbed hold of one of her legs and started to drag her towards him. She scrambled trying frantically to get away, claws scratching deep furrows in the stone floor. She kicked with her other leg and it connected with his face but it only seemed to egg him on. Growling louder, Turrek grabbed her other leg and pulled hard causing her to flip onto her belly still trying to claw her way away from him.

The lust riddled Orc released one of her legs and roughly grabbed one side of her hip. Then, with a roar, he did the same with the other side until he pulled her up to her hands and knees while holding her in a vise grip. The Succubus struggled to break free but it was no use. The Orc was far stronger and, emblazoned with lust; his strength and desire were empowered. 

"NO!" the succubus screamed again. "NOOOOOoooo..."

Her final outcry went from protest to a cry of ecstasy as Turrek plunged his cock deep inside her already soaked pussy. Her muscles stretched and she arched up, her wings opened wide with her mouth as she shuddered. His fingers dug into her soft flesh as he mercilessly rammed into her again and again. The succubus moaned and screamed, feeling her whole body weaken. 

"Call me ... Master!" The Orc growled through clenched teeth. His cock pumped furiously into her making wet sucking sounds.

"N - Never!" The succubus cried out. She tried to sound resistant but her voice wavered and she knew by the shudders of delight that her resolve was fading fast. 

He felt so good! She had never in a thousand years been fucked like this: so furiously and so ... PRIMAL. The tension was building in her womb and she felt her body growing hotter as if the fires of the abyss were consuming her very soul. She felt her knees buckle under his onslaught and moans escaped her no matter how hard she fought to keep them from escaping her uncooperative lips. 

Suddenly, the Orc stopped. The succubus groaned as he held her still in a vise but poised the tip of his unbelievable cock at the mouth of her soaked pussy. She tried to ease back, tried to force him back inside her, but he moved back with her. She growled in frustration.

"Call me Master," Turrek demanded again.

The succubus moaned and tried to move again and was again denied as he moved back with her. "Never!" She said defiantly, but they both could tell her will was broken.

Turrek slipped fully out of her pussy and she gasped in dismay almost crying with desperation. She felt the heat of him again but this time, the crown of his length rested on the tight entrance to her ass. The succubus moaned in lust and frustration as her pussy wept. She mewled helplessly as Turrek repeated his command teasing with testing strokes that probed her wanting anus. 

"Call me Master!"

She bowed her head in submission and sobbed out the words. "Yes Master," she whispered. He didn't move. She said it again, louder this time. "Yes Master."

"Who am I?" he questioned her wanting her to announce it.

"My Master!" she cried. "My --"her words became a scream of elation as he drove deep into her ass -- "MASTER!!"

The succubus arched up and shuddered as the orgasm hit her. She screamed until her voice failed her and her body tensed and released. Juices flowed like a waterfall from her spasming pussy to pool on the floor between her shaking legs and below where the Orc was buried deep in her ass. When the orgasm finally subsided, she collapsed onto the cold floor gasping for breath and moaned as Turrek withdrew from her. She felt him kneel in front of her and lifted her face to look into his eyes.

"You may return," Turrek said cupping her chin and smiling with triumph. "Come immediately when I summon you."

The succubus swallowed and lowered her eyes submissively. "Yes, Master," she replied before disappearing in a puff of sulfuric smoke. 

Turrek was still kneeling as he turned to look at his silent Mistress. Valitha stood motionless with her hands folded in front of her. Her eyes were slits and her expression unreadable. Was she disappointed in him? Had he not performed the way she had instructed? True, he failed to subdue the succubus with magic, but had he not subdued her? He bowed his head expecting punishment.

Valitha moved to him and, with his head bowed, he saw only her feet. They were bare and black polish shone on each little toenail. It fascinated him that she was so dainty but so powerful at the same time. Just looking at her feet made his cock swell again despite his best efforts at control. He listened but only heard her breathing. It was unsteady almost as if she were panting. His eyes widened but he didn't dare look up.

"How did you resist her charms?" Valitha asked. Her voice was barely a whisper and Turrek willed his erection to settle down. 

He swallowed once and in an unsteady breath decided not to lie to his Mistress. "She made me think of you," he said. He winced as he said the words fully expecting an even more dreadful punishment.

No blow came and no reprimand. All he heard was her uneven gasps for breath. Slowly, he dared to look up and saw her face. His eyes widened as he recognized the undisguised lust in her green eyes. His eyes wandered down seeing her breasts heave with each labored breath. He swallowed again as his eyes traveled further down and he saw why she had originally had her hands crossed in front of her. The front of her form fitting robe was visibly damp. 

"You thought of ... me?" she asked him. Her voice never rose above a husky whisper. He squeezed his eyes shut in shame before nodding. "So that is what you want?" she pressed. "You wish to dominate me?"




Lessons



His eyes flew open and he stammered bowing low before her. "No, Mistress Valitha!" he said. "I wouldn't dare defile you in such a way!"

She didn't say a word. Only her breathing, those panting gasps for breath, was all he heard. Tentatively, he leaned forward and kissed one of her bare feet. She gasped but did not move away. Noting this, Turrek kissed her more and even ran his tongue softly across her toes. She sighed and when he lifted his eyes, he saw her face a serene mask of pleasure. He went back to worshiping her delicate feet. 

After a few kisses and swipes of his tongue, Turrek felt something soft fall around him. He opened his eyes wide as he saw it was her robe now pooled around her. His eyes moved up slowly admiring long, golden brown legs, shapely and smooth curving into wide hips and a flat tummy. Her mons was bare and Turrek mused how it was true that Elves had no body hair. Her hands had moved up to cup her rounded breasts the same golden brown and she teased and rubbed her peaking mocha nipples. Her eyes regarded him with desire and her golden hair tumbled down her slender shoulders like lazy rays of sunlight. Slowly, Turrek raised up running his large hands up the curves of her legs until he was on his knees before her, grasping the globes of her backside. 

"May I Mistress?" Turrek whispered cautiously. She whimpered and spread her legs for him. Her scent was as arousing as the succubus had been. He realized then that she had watched him, watched his whole summoning, and got hot by it. She wasn't angry with him at all. She was turned on. 

Holding her up by her firm buttocks, Turrek lightly licked her labia and she shuddered. Fearing she would fall, the Orc tightened his hold of her and licked her deeply with his whole tongue. She moaned and lifted one leg to drape it over his broad shoulder. He let his tongue penetrate her wet folds and she sighed loudly, her hands touching the top of his head to keep her balance. She was practically being held up by his strong hands on her buttocks and his amazing tongue on her weeping pussy. 

His tongue was warm and wet on her sending jolts of pleasure through her. His soft lips kissed her labia and Valitha could feel the sharp hardness of his tusks framing her pussy as he lovingly tasted her over and over again. She loved it. She loved feeling his strong hands on her, his long barbaric tongue gliding past her lips. She wanted more. Her sex pulsed and her heart raced with the sensation building. She knew it was coming and the tensing of her body and intake of her breath was his only warning before she squeezed her eyes shut and let her climax take her.

Her hips bucked and trembled and Turrek held her tightly as she soaked him with her juices. Elves tasted sweet, like fruits and forests. Turrek suckled her pleasure pearl and lapped as her juices flowed until her spasms died down and she regained her voice. 

"Now, a new lesson," she sighed smiling wickedly. She moved her leg to stand on her own and stood majestically and very naked in front of him. Her smile faded and she gave a half-hearted look of dominance. Turrek kept his eyes on hers but couldn't resist licking her nectar from his lips. She pressed on his shoulders commanding him on his back without a word.

Lying flat on his back, the Orc could only watch as she paced around his prone form. She was even more beautiful having him in a submissive place. Her muscles, toned for an Elf, flexed and relaxed as she moved with grace and purpose as well as the promise of unseen power. Valitha knelt at his waist and straddled him. He held his breath as she slowly, seductively, crawled up his body. Her soft skin brushed against him causing his cock to strain. She was doing it on purpose and Turrek knew this was part of his "punishment" for not subduing the succubus as per her instruction. 

Her face hovered above his, her hair billowing around him. Her eyes were green glowing pools of lust and power and Turrek swallowed. He felt the soft glide of her hand on him as she placed the tip of his aching cock to her entrance. He also felt her moisture running down his length in slow trickles. "If you obey me, my apprentice, I will reward you," she purred as she stroked him leisurely. "But if you displease me ..." she said equally seductive but squeezed his cock painfully enough to make him wince. Turrek understood her point crystal clearly. 

"Yes Mistress," he gulped.

Valitha smiled and caressed his face with her free hand. "You have pleased me today," she whispered. "But your reward will not be so great." With that said, she lowered herself onto him. Turrek gasped as he slid into her inch after inch feeling the muscles contract. Valitha's eyes rolled back and she hissed in pleasure. It wasn't until he was firmly seated inside of her that she began to move. She made slow, hard thrusts on him making him grunt. He started to place his hands on her hips, but she growled and pushed them back to his sides. 

"Who am I?" she gasped still in control but feeling good riding him at the same time. Turrek knew that she was echoing his actions with the succubus, showing him who his master was.

"My Mistress," he grunted as she slammed him deep inside her precious folds. 

She groaned in pleasure as she moved faster repeating her question as her movements grew wilder and stronger. Each time Turrek answered the same matching her rhythm until he was panting and crying out the answer. He felt his cock swell and his testicles tighten. He wouldn't last much longer and as if emphasizing this, he squeezed his eyes shut awaiting the explosion to follow. 

Suddenly, Valitha stopped and slid him out of her. Turrek's eyes widened in surprise and his cock strained in protest. With a wicked smile and a cocked eyebrow, the Blood Elf got off and stood defiantly over him. She placed her hands on her hips and chuckled at his confused expression. 

"Your punishment," she explained as she walked over and picked up her robe from the floor leaving Turrek prone on his back. "Next time, if you follow instructions, I may allow you to cum."

"Yes Mistress," Turrek grunted and watched her pad out of the chamber with her robe over one arm.

"Clean up this chamber before you leave," she instructed over her shoulder as she ascended the stairs.



Lessons



My dark, naked body slinks down the pale surface of yours, as I fall to my knees before you. The contrast of my skin against yours is our private aphrodisiac. I lick my berry colored lips in anticipation. I work your pants down, shoving them to your ankles. Grabbing the cuffs, in a swoop I pull them off. You didn't confine yourself today, as you often do. I laugh lightly. You make every thing so simple for me, removing your shirt in advance and wearing no underwear.

You are as eager for me as I am for you. My mouth waters for you, My Dom.

My attention is fully on your throbbing appendage, curved upward and almost resting against your taught, muscled abdomen. The slit leaks a tear; I truly feel it crying out for me. So, I lower my head, loving the feel of your hands cradling my skull through my thick mane of black curls. My tongue encircles your head, enjoying the distinct feel of the firm flesh. Moaning, I realize that this is only one of my favorite parts. Collecting my reward with my tongue's tip, the sweet drops of pre-cum waiting for me at your slit, is my favorite part as well. My lips slowly suck in your entire head and I coax out every drop.

I love the taste of you. Mmmm...salt and sugar and cream and sunlight. You laughed the first time I told you that.

I am on a mission, pumping just the head with my lips, circling my tongue across it as I do. I take my time to enjoy you. 

Pulling back, I look at you. Your eyes are closed, forehead drawn and lips forming a perfect "Oh". Yes, that is the reaction I yearn for. That guttural sound you make when you are swaying over the edge, makes me wet. Who would of thought that just a sound was capable of that? At this moment your pleasure is the most important thing to me ever. I control that exquisite balance. And, the pleasure on your face drives me on.

I run the flat of my tongue along the thick corded muscle on the underside of your cock. I raise myself up some more. Mishandling you at this point could be very painful, you are so hard. As I take you deep within the warm, sucking cavern of my mouth, you moan and place your hands behind your head. 

This is my show.

The clipped hairs at the base of your cock tickle my lips and I giggle, the feel of which you react to. 

I love pleasing you.

Down I go and pull on your cock with my mouth as I come back up; my tongue always swirls around your head. I press the palms of my hands against your groin. With the flesh of my fingertips I find your spot and strum it lightly. I feel the muscle beneath my hands quiver and your cock jerk. I can't help but gag a little and hope you don't notice and take it as some sign of my inexperience. You are so long and I have to take you so deep down my throat. When your head passes the back of my mouth and slides down that passage, I work the muscles of my second tunnel. My other hand reaches down for my first.

You love it, your body tells me so. 

I work faster and your hips pump you in and out of my mouth.

When you clutch my hair, I moan then giggle. The vibration hits a hidden nerve, adding to the stimulation to your delicious cock. I feel it jerk in my mouth.

I can also feel you expanding. You make that sound again, but this time more desperate.

I pull back, steadying you so that you can no longer push with your hips. I tease only your head again. You hate it when I tease. You grip my hair tightly and pull it back so you can see.

I slip my full lips back down your cock. With just the right pressure, I suck you in. There is the slight feel of my teeth, which causes you to buck and moan. You are not really sure what that is, feeling not pain but more like a rush as new nerve endings send signals throughout your body.

I stroke you faster and faster. You groan out my name before releasing a few very loud explicative's. You erupt in my mouth and I drink down your cum-a creamed salty-sweet elixir. Thick and plenty.

My reward.

You place both your hands in my hair to still me. Your cock is much too sensitive right now for what my tongue wants to offer it.

I do note, you are still firm. I like that you can take a licking and ...keep on ticking. Mmmm...this is why I save myself for only you.

I'm smiling...I'm such a brat. Hungry for you deep inside of me now.

"Tell her to come closer and watch," I whisper devilishly.

I'm not finished.

You command your submissive to move closer. The silver loop on her collar catches the light of the candle as she crawls across the floor.

I turn to look at your submissive for the first time.

"This is how your master likes it. This is what pleases him," I tell her. "Do you think you are worthy?"

You shake your head, allowing her to answer.

"I am eager to prove my worthiness," she responds.

"Good girl," I respond.

Your submissive and I exchange knowing looks.

Mmmm...she looks mouthwatering as well. I don't take my eyes off of her as I stand and turn my back to you. Slowly I back up and slightly bend at the waist. Your body and mine, My Dom, fit perfectly as I settle my thick ass in your lap. Your cock is raging in my hand, still wet and hot from my ministrations, as I guide you to the part that is wet and waiting for you.

"Awe," I throw my head back as your bulbous head slips in, purposefully moving slowly. You are hard like steel for me and I am impaling myself.

I smile at your submissive, not with malice but knowledge..

"Do you love your Master?"

"Yes." Her voice is thick and breathy.

"You must always aim to please him. He is much more than worthy."

I begin to move my hips. My hands bracing your side, where the muscle of your ass curves into your thigh-for stability.

I begin my dance.

And you, My Dom, make my body hum...there is music. This, she will learn. I shall teach her for you. Truly this is an act born of love-a painful one, but none-the-less.

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