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An Invitation

By: JamesLacy



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Darrin opened the invitation and read it. A distant cousin's daughter was getting married and he had been invited to attend. He was a bit perplexed, as he really didn't know them very well, even though they were cousins. The bride was from his Mother's side of the family and it had been at least ten years since he had seen her. As he recalled, she was a very pretty little girl and he expected, correctly, that she had grown into a lovely and equally pretty young woman. Looking at his calendar, Darrin saw that he would be within fifty miles of the wedding site on the Friday before the wedding. 'Why not,' he thought it might be fun meeting some family members he hadn't seen for several years. He called his secretary to come in. "Mary, make me some travel reservations at Youngstown, Ohio, for the weekend, arriving Friday evening," he said with a smile. Mary smiled and nodded as she left to take care of the travel arrangements.

Following a harrowing business week in Cleveland, Darrin climbed into the rented Town Car and drove off toward Youngstown, a short sixty miles away. An hour later Darrin pulled into the drive of the Marriott Hotel to check in. His room was elegant, but not too ostentatious, a large bedroom, a Jacuzzi, a large TV and a small refreshments fridge. Pouring a whiskey and water, with a couple of ice cubes, he sipped it and sat down to relax. He pulled out a city map and set about to find the route to the church and reception site. He had grown up in Youngstown and he noted that though much had changed, the city was not too different from when he lived there. He decided to have dinner by himself, watch TV for a while then go to bed and sleep in.

Waking late, Darrin had room service deliver breakfast, showered and dressed appropriately for the occasion. The church was packed with guests and he sat quietly in the rear. Looking about, he casts his eyes on several of the female guests, dressed up in their finest clothes. Darrin's eyes locked on to a very lovely young woman with red hair and a knockout body. He watched her and her husband as they selected their seats across the aisle from him. Both of them were dressed very well and they interacted as a very happily married couple. After the ceremony, Darrin ended up behind them in the receiving line and the woman's perfume tantalized him as he inhaled it. The couple actively participated in the rice throwing and Darrin enjoyed watching her breasts as they swayed and jiggled each time she threw rice at the bride and groom.

At the reception, Darren was seated with family members that he hadn't seen in years and he thoroughly enjoyed himself reliving some of his youth. After a wonderful dinner and all of the traditional wedding routine, he settled in the bar of the country club where the reception was held. He drank sparingly and enjoyed watching the guests dancing, especially the women and older teenage girls. Finally, he spied the couple he had seen in the church. They were sitting across the way near the bar and he had a grand view of the woman. The couple rose to dance several times and she moved graciously as she glided through the various dances. He admitted to himself that her husband was also a fine dancer, better than himself, and the two of them were drawing a crowd among the guests as they danced.

Darrin turned to the bar, ordered another whiskey and stared at the golf photos behind the bar. A voice behind him asked casually, "Do you play golf?" a man asked. Darrin turned to see the husband of the red head ordering drinks. He was startled to see him, but quickly regained his composure and smiled. "Yes, on occasion, when time permits," he replied.

"Me too," the man said, "I never get the time to play as often as I would like." He picked up the freshly poured drinks and turned to leave, but turned back toward Darrin. "I've not seen you before at our home town activities, are you from out of town?" he asked.

"Yes, I am. I am a cousin of the bride, but I've been gone from Youngstown for several years. I received the invitation and decided to come see what has changed. I'm sure you know the drill." 

The man laughed nodded and they introduced themselves. "I'm Scott Ashley," he said, " and lovely creature over there is my wife, Beth." Asking Darrin if he was alone, he invited him to join him and his wife at their table. Darrin readily accepted and followed him to the table where they sat down with the wife between them. "Darling," Scott said, "this is Darrin Hall and he is from out of town and alone. I thought we could show him some hospitality. Darrin, this is my wife Beth." Darrin and Beth exchanged greetings and they began to talk about some current events, work and other benign topics. Darrin found both of them warm and friendly and enjoyed their company. The three of them talked, drank and occasionally danced. Beth was very light on her feet and Darrin enjoyed watching her move to the rhythm of the soft rock music.

It was nearly ten o'clock pm when Scott and Beth decided that it was time to go home. "We live nearby," Beth said, "would you like a nightcap, Darrin?" she asked. Darrin said it was late and perhaps he had better not when Scott interrupted him.

"Don't be silly, Darrin, it's not that late and we would enjoy your company for a nightcap," Scott told him. "We insist," he added, "don't we Beth?" She nodded agreeably and took Darrin's arm and walked him out to the parking lot with Scott trailing close behind. They stopped at Scott and Beth's car and Scott invited Darrin to get in. Darrin told them that he had a car and would follow them, but Scott and Beth insisted that they all ride together and they would bring Darrin back to get his car later. 


"Sure, why not," Darrin said as they got inside the sleek Lexis and drove off. A short time later they stopped at a gate and Scott entered a code in a keypad to open the gate. They drove toward a huge house partially hidden by trees, bushes and a high wall. Scott stopped the car at the House front entrance and urged everyone out and into the house. Inside, Scott mixed some Martini's and they sipped them as he watched Darrin admiring the elegant appointments and lovely art pieces gracing the room. "Very beautiful," Darrin said as he looked at the art, noticing that the paintings and sculptures appeared to be original works. "You both have a talented eye for quality art and very lovely appointments," he told Scott as he explained the art to Darrin.

"My feet are killing me," announced Beth, "I'm going to get into my slippers while you two examine all the pieces. She hurried out of the room and quickly climbed the stairs, disappearing to the second floor. Several minutes later Beth reappeared, wearing slippers and a thick terrycloth robe. "I couldn't stand that tight dress on more second," she laughed sipping her drink. She stood up onto a marble base of a column and exclaimed, "Is everyone ready?" Darrin laughed and Scott applauded. Beth grinned at both of them and let the robe fall to the floor, to stand naked. Darrin felt his jaw start to drop as he gazed upon her stunning naked beauty. She smiled seductively and the column base began to slowly rotate as she posed for Scott and Darrin. She was magnificent! Every detail of her body seemed perfectly formed. Darrin could see a hint of moisture underneath her exquisitely trimmed bush as she continued to rotate.

Her skin was unblemished except for a tattoo just below her 'inny' navel. The globes of her asscheeks glistened as though covered in perfumed oil, which they were. Her breasts showed a slight hint of weight as the large melons, perfectly formed displayed large areolas with hard erect nipples. She grinned as the light played on her skin as she proudly flaunted her gorgeous body. Darrin's eyes were riveted on Beth as he watched her in awe. Scott walked to the column base and Darrin realized that Scott was naked too, with a huge hard-on. "Well, Darrin," Beth cooed, "are you going to join in or just watch?" she asked with a smile. Darrin quickly stripped his clothing away after Beth's comment to stand naked and erect. "Hmm, nice," Beth said looking at Darrin's cock growing bigger with each passing second. 

Beth stepped off the column base and kneeled in front of Darrin, cupping his cock and balls in her hands. "Ummmmm," she said as she kissed the huge cockhead and drew back his ample foreskin. She licked his cockhead and ran her tongue all around the rim. "I like long foreskins," she said as she placed her tongue on Darrin's cockhole and drew his foreskin over his cockhead and her tongue. Holding his cock firm in her hand, Beth swirled her tongue around his cockhead underneath his foreskin, sending shivers down Darrin's spine. She released his cock and turned to Scott and took his cock deep into her throat and pressed her lips together hard as she moved her head up and down the length of his seven inches of cock. Scott moaned in pleasure and Beth released his cock and returned to Darrin, deep throating him as well.

She lay back on the thick carpet, pulling Darrin by the cock until he was over her. Beth reached between her legs and parted her sopping wet cuntlips with her fingers and laid Darrin's cockhead between her cuntlips. "Fuck me, Darrin," she whispered in his ear. A huge cock filled her pussy and she moaned in pleasure as she was filled to capacity. "Oh, yes…fill me…fuck me. Umm." Darrin began to thrust deep into her as she wrapped her legs around his waist and locked them together. His huge engine drove in and out in chorus with her murmurs of delight as she thrust upwards to meet each of Darrin's down thrusts. "Don't cum, Darrin…wait for me…wait for me," Beth whispered into his ear. Darrin fought to resist cumming, when he felt something wet on his balls. He turned to see Scott under him licking his free hanging balls.

Darrin was shocked and surprised, but relented as Beth whispered in his ear to let Scott have fun with him. She clenched her cunt muscles and squeezed Darrin's cock. He dismissed Scott's antics and concentrated on pleasuring the beautiful creature beneath him. Her cunt muscles were supremely honed from her frequent workouts and they held Darrin's cock captive as he fucked her. Darrin felt a thickness between his asscheeks and immediately realized it was Scott's cockhead. He tried to turn around to stop him when Beth squeezed his waist with her legs and whispered in his ear again, "Just go with it, Darrin…let Scott pleasure your ass, please," she begged. 

"But I'm not gay or bi," Darrin protested, trying to foil Scott's attempts to penetrate him.

"I know, love, neither is Scott, he's just having sex…it's not a gay or bi thing…it's a sex thing," Beth said as she licked his ear. Darrin felt his asshole beginning to open as Scott increased the pressure. His sphincter resisted, but soon it surrendered and parted to admit Scott's rock hard cock. Unable to stop him and unwilling to stop fucking Beth, Darrin relented as Scott's cock slowly eased deeper and deeper into his ass. Beth was rocking back and forth as she felt Darrin's balls slapping at her ass and could hear Scott's balls slapping Darrin's. She screamed in pleasure and shuddered through a massive orgasm, squeezing Darrin's loins tightly as he continued to pump his cock in and out of her hot pussy. "Don't stop, Darrin," she gasped as she came for a second time, "Fuck me, Darrin, fuck me hard!" she cried.

Darrin's ass was being painfully opened wide with Scott's driving his cock in and out of his asshole. The pain repressed his urge to cum as he fucked Beth and hoped Scott would stop. Beth was whining in a trance like pleasure state as she was approaching her third orgasm. Darrin felt Scott's huge cock rubbing against his prostate and the pain diminished somewhat. Soon the pain seemed to disappear, to be replaced by sheer pleasure. He could feel his cock getting harder inside Beth as he began to push back against Scott's thrusts, enjoying his first ever ass fuck. "Does it feel good, Darrin," Scott asked as he pummeled Darrin's ass.

"Jesus," Darrin gasped, "Oh God yes…it feels great!"

"I going to cum in your ass, Darrin," Scott said, making low guttural sounds as he stiffened and erupted a hot stream of cum deep into Darrin's ass. Beth felt Darrin stiffen when the hot cum poured into his ass and it sent her over the top into spasms of cumming and crying out. Darrin could take no more as he too erupted in a sea of hot cum to fill Beth's pussy and ooze out around his cockshaft. His thick white cum slowly flowed down onto Beth's asshole as she sighed and panted for air. Scott lay on Darrin's back and he slowly withdrew and fell over to the side, breathing hard. Beth twisted her body to lick her husbands' cum covered cock clean as she held her cuntlips tight against Darrin's cock, still inside her. 

Darrin looked around to find a towel, so his cum would not stain the thick carpet. He rose up and withdrew his cock to sit next to Beth. Scott seized the moment to thrust his face into Beth's cum oozing cunt, covered it with his mouth, sucked out all of Darrin's cum and swallowed it. Beth sighed as Scott cleansed her and she rolled her upper body to lick Darrin's cock clean of their blended cock and cunt cum. "God, I don't believe it," Darrin gasped, "I don't believe what I just did and that I liked it," he declared.

"Ummm, yes, Darrin, we liked it too," sighed Beth, kissing his mouth and probing for his tongue. He tasted the blended cum on her tongue as Scott finished cleaning Beth. Beth arose and went into the kitchen, returning with three cold beers. They sat with their knees up and their backs propped against a couch as each drank deeply, savoring the flavor and quenching their thirst. Scott put his beer down and rolled onto his hands and knees to lick Darrin's flaccid cock. Darrin reached out to stop him when Beth intervened and shook her head. She kissed Darrin as he felt Scott's wet mouth cover his cock slathering it with his tongue. Beth straddled Darrin's waist and held a tit to his mouth. Eagerly, he scooped the nipple into his mouth to suckle it like a baby while Beth moaned in delight. 

Sighing and moaning, Beth pushed her magnificent tits together so that her nipples touched and Darrin pulled both of them into his mouth to suckle them both at the same time. He held her tits together as she ran her fingers through his hair and breathed hard as he nursed her breasts. Darrin's cock became hard again under the expert touch of Scott's mouth and tongue. Scott deep throated him and gave him a swallowing sensation again and again as he fellated him. Darrin's cock swelled under the expert cock sucking that Scott performed and he released Beth's nipples to lay his head back on the couch. Beth grinned ant him and rose up to straddle his head with her thighs to lower her sopping wet cunt to his mouth. Darrin quickly plunged his tongue deep into her sex and began to lick and suck her cunt and clit.

Although his cock was hard again, Darrin knew that it would be some time before he would cum from Scott's sucking. He concentrated on satisfying Beth's fragrant pussy. Her scent tantalized his senses as his tongue swirled about her slit and disappeared often into the sweet depths of her pussy. Beth began to tremble as his tongue worked its magic on her pussy. She throbbed hard from his tonguing and he knew she would cum soon. Beth grabbed his head and pulled it savagely into her crotch as she gyrated her hips grinding her cunt into his mouth. She lay her head back, closed her eyes and moaned with pleasure as her orgasm mounted. Releasing his head, she grabbed her nipples and began to pull at them for several seconds before going over the top, to cum in a shuddering orgasm, spewing her cunt nectar all over Darrin's face. 

She held his head to her crotch with her thighs as he continued to suckle her clit. Cumming several times, Beth finally rolled off of Darrin and lay on her back on the floor, gasping for air. Darrin's cock 'suffered' through extremely intense sensations brought on by Scott's sucking his cock. Scott bore down hard on Darrin's sensitive cockhead with his tongue, driving Darrin nearly mad from pleasure. Beth reached out to hold Darrin's hand as she sensed his orgasm was upon him. Scott rolled his tongue around and around the velvety cockhead in his mouth, just as Darrin screamed in pleasure and exploded thick wads of creamy frothy cum into Scott's mouth. His balls tightened up and pumped out huge volleys of cum as Scott eagerly swallowed every bit of it. Darrin slowly slipped down to the carpet next to Beth as she squeezed his hand and kissed him. 

Scott lay down next to Beth and Darrin as they tried to regain their senses after their massive orgasms. Beth recovered first and got onto her hands and knees then sat on her haunches next to her husband. Darrin pulled himself up on his elbows to watch Beth start to lick Scott's huge hard-on. Her mouth would slide up, down and around his cock, deep throating him frequently. She moaned as she pleasured Scott and Darrin reached out to rub her nipple as she fellated her husband. Darrin's other hand found Beth's clit as he rubbed it. She quivered under his manipulative fingers on her breast and clit and moaned long and hard as she sucked Scott. Darrin moved closer to Beth to closely watch the huge cock disappear into her mouth and re-emerge again. He marveled at her ability to take the huge member deep into her throat as her nose delved into his pubic hair. She was an expert at what she did, without question, Darrin thought.

Beth looked at Darrin's face just inches away from hers and quickly released Scott's cock from her mouth and placed the head on Darrin's lips. Surprised at her sudden move, Darrin froze, unsure of what to do next. Beth smiled and said, "Lick it, Darrin." He blinked as though the words had immobilized him. A large drop of clear thick pre-cum oozed from Scott's cockhole and Beth wiped the pre-cum onto Darrin's lips. "Suck it for me, Darrin, please?" she pleaded. Darrin, as though dazed, opened his mouth and Beth pushed Scott's cockhead inside it. She licked at Scott's cockshaft and on Darrin's lips, kissing both repeatedly. "Lick his cockhead, Darrin," she whispered as Darrin rolled his tongue over the velvety, spongy, but hard cockhead. His mind was reeling as he realized that he had taken a cock in his mouth and was licking it. "Yes, Darrin, yes…lick him good," he heard Beth say as she gently pushed his head to accept more of Scott's cock into his mouth.

Surprisingly, the cock did not taste bad as he sucked it in a near stupor. He had never before sucked a cock and up to now even the thought had been repugnant to him. Under Beth's encouragement he began to suck Scott's cock in earnest. Scott began to moan with pleasure as Beth rubbed her magnificent tits all over Darrin's face as he fellated Scott. Darrin began to suck Scott's cock just the way that he liked to be sucked. Apparently, it was working as Scott moaned and trembled as he sucked him. Beth joined Darrin to jointly suck Scott's cock, sometimes both tongues on the cockhead or taking turns sucking Scott's cock separately. Scott was breathing heavily and Beth Sensed his orgasm rising as she released his cock to Darrin. He took it from her and greedily sucked it and attempted to deep throat him, but he gagged a bit and let up.

"He's going to cum, Darrin," Beth whispered in Darrin's ear, "don't swallow it all. Leave some for me, honey," she said as she reamed his ear with her tongue. Darrin had never tasted another's cum, but he was determined to do so now. He nodded and redoubled his efforts. Scott swayed and gyrated as his orgasm rose in his cock. Crying out, Scott exploded huge wads of thick hot cum into, Darrin's mouth, filling it. Darrin swallowed the first two spurts to keep from gagging and retained the rest in his mouth. Scott erupted again pumping another big load into Darrin's mouth as he fell back totally spent. Beth quickly covered Darrin's mouth with her own to kiss and probe his mouth with her tongue and gather as much of her husband's cum as she could swallow. Darrin swallowed the rest by, while he returned Beth's kiss eagerly. Finally the three of them lay back on the carpet spent and breathing hard.


An Invitation



I wrote this for a friend who asked me to create for her an overly intense scene involving a first meeting. As you read it, keep in mind that it was written to be very over the top, and not at all what most would consider acceptable for a first sexual encounter.

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I am glad you enjoyed meeting me as much as I enjoyed meeting you. Meeting someone from the Internet is always exciting and a bit risky, and I am glad we developed a rapport so quickly upon meeting.

I am also glad that you have decided to live out your fantasy. You were wise to meet first with the expectation that nothing would happen on that night, and I am glad to see that you have not lost the nerve for a second meeting, one with drastically different ground rules.

This note describes what I might do to you upon our next and, as you made clear, only such meeting. I say 'might' because I may change my mind on some of the details. Perhaps I might choose to make you do more, or less, depending on my mood at the time. Whatever the details on that day though, you can count on it being close to what I will write here.

We should meet in a public place again I should think, so let's say a pub. I will spare you the need to dress a certain way, as this is merely a one-off and I don't think you should need to go shopping for it. I have quite enough planned for you.

After a quick conversation ensuring that you are indeed there of your own will and really do want to be used, humiliated, treated like a slut and made to feel like a simple toy for my amusement, we will depart for my flat. We could also use a hotel if you prefer an anonymous location. This is one of the very few choices you will have on this day.

Once in my flat, you will strip immediately upon entering the front door. Remember this, as I will not tell you to strip when we arrive. If you forget, you will be punished immediately, as a good slut would not forget this simple command. 

While we are on the topic of punishment, if at any time you do not do as I say, you will be punished. I understand your limits and will not mark you in any way. Nor will you engage in scat or anything to do with animals or children; none of those things appeal to me in any way and as such I will not have to exercise any restraint in respecting your limits.

Once completely naked, you will be handed a bag and sent to an adjoining room. In the bag you will find a selection of lingerie. Put it on. You will also find a collar and lead, put that on as well. Finally, you will find a note with a single word on it. That word is your safe word. For the rest of your time in my flat, you are mine to do with as I please. You have no will, no choices, no options, and no opportunity to express your wishes. Your pleasure is not my concern, and your preferences are meaningless to me. If however, you find yourself in a dangerous or otherwise completely unacceptable situation, you need only utter that safe word and I will stop and take stock of the situation with you. I give you this ability to stop what we are doing not to lessen the intensity of the experience – I have every confidence that the experience will be more intense even than you can imagine – but to insure your safety. Take note that if you use your safe word, our time together will end immediately. Use it only in case of emergency.

Now then, once you have dressed to my specification, you will join me in my main room. There you will find me waiting for you. The first order of business will be for me to capture some images of you, pre-ordeal. I understand that you do not want your face photographed, and I will of course respect that request. I will however photograph your body extensively and in a variety of exposing and potentially demeaning poses. You will spread your pussy for me. You will open your asshole for me. You will put whatever I hand to you inside of your pussy, and hold it there while I photograph it. You will do the same with anything I give you for your ass, and rest assured not all of it will be comfortable. Your legs will grow tired of being spread for so long, and your ass will feel positively stretched before we are done. The pictures will cover every inch of your body from your chin down, ensuring that my memory is not the only record of this singular encounter.

When I'm satisfied with the images, we will teach you to suck cock. You might think you know how, indeed, you might even posses some skills. You most certainly do not know how to suck cock properly though, properly meaning how I like it. You will learn. The proper way to suck cock entails plenty of saliva, so you will be instructed not to swallow any of it. The more drool the better, and by the time your lesson is done you should be covered from chin to pussy in your own spit. My cock will repeatedly find the back of your throat; the leash around your neck along with my hands clutching your hair will assure that happens. Gagging, choking, sucking, and drooling are all keys to sucking cock properly, and you will do all of those things and more over and over again, until I am satisfied.

You will also learn something about me through all of this. You will learn that I have terrific stamina, and that making me cum is a difficult task at best. I will cum only when I am good and ready, and though you may wish for whatever I am doing to end and therefore try harder to make me cum, it will be useless. Your body and spirit are mine for the day, and I will use them hard before spilling my cum on you.

During your cock sucking lesson you will no doubt make a mistake here and again. Minor mistakes will be chastised verbally. More serious ones will earn you a slap across the face or perhaps me spitting on you, reinforcing your position as the worthless slut you are. More serious transgressions will of course be dealt with more harshly.

At some point I will decide that I want to fuck you. I will wear a condom anytime my cock enters your pussy or your ass. And enter both it will do time and again. For starters I will no doubt want you to sit back in a chair so that I might enjoy the look of dried spit on your torso. Your legs will go over your head, and you will be told to hold your ankles. Just so you can't disobey, I will tape them there. Your pussy will then be moved to the edge of the chair, and I will fuck you until I have no desire to fuck you that way any more. Perhaps I'll hold you down with my hand across your neck, or perhaps I will spread your legs out further as I fuck you. You will be free to scream, moan, or remain silent; your noises concern me as much as your pleasure does, which is not at all. Every so often I will pull my cock from your pussy and shove it down your throat again, both for you to taste yourself and for me to watch as you struggle to take the length of it given the odd position your neck will be in. Your throat will be well fucked throughout the day, so you'd better become used to it.

When I grow tired of this, I will drag you by the leash around your neck to the floor, leaving your wrists bound to your ankles. You'll be placed on your knees, and given your bonds your face will also be on the floor, where it belongs. From this position I will resume fucking you, and I will also resume filling your ass with a variety of objects, including of course my cock. You might cum dozens of times throughout this experience, as much attention will be paid to your clit. You might not cum at all. Either way, I don't care, in fact I might not even notice. Your clit will be stimulated and over stimulated, not because I care one bit about your pleasure, but because I like watching you squirm. 

At some point I will drag you by your leash to the bathroom, making you shuffle along bound. Once there I will remove the tape, move your hands behind your back, and bind them together using fresh tape or perhaps leather cuffs. Again you will be fucked from behind, both standing and kneeling, as I admire my handiwork in the mirror. You will likely be photographed again here, with my cock in each of your holes. These pictures will stay with me, and serve as a constant reminder of what you did on this day. 

If at any point you displease me, if perhaps your pussy is not tight enough, or your mouth does not suck hard enough, your head will be forced into the toilet bowl as you kneel before it. Your ass fucking will then resume with me holding your head in the bowl, reminding you of what a worthless little whore you are. Your hair will get wet from the water in the bowl, and indeed I might even flush it a few times, reminding you of the childish humiliation young schoolboys sometimes have to endure at the hands of the older, bigger boys. You are not a schoolboy of course, but a worthless piece of flesh that exists only to amuse me, and watching you struggle to remove your head from such a foul place will amuse me indeed.

Of course, at some point during the evening I might have to urinate. Your mouth will serve as the receptacle, however you will not be permitted to swallow any of it. No, I want it to run down that slut body of yours, all the way to the floor. I want you covered from head to toe in your spit, my urine, my spit, water from a toilet bowl and, eventually, my cum. I might even put you on your back, grab your legs and hold them over your head, and make you urinate on yourself so that you become even messier. No doubt you will look and feel like a completely worthless slut.

A shower will at some point become necessary, as I do not like the smell of urine. I will rinse you off as I please, perhaps in cold water or, if I don't fancy the though of fucking a shivering little slut, warm. Once done though, you will be dried and bound to my bed for the next set of activities. Your nipples will be clamped and your pussy whipped, not so hard as to cause any damage or marks but hard enough for you to wince in pain. Your wincing will amuse me, and the more you wince the more I will enjoy whipping your little pussy and tugging at your nipple clamps. Your throat will again feel my cock inside it, and at some point I will move you so that your head hangs over the edge of the bed. In this position I will fuck your mouth while manipulating the nipple clamps, pussy whip, and indeed the various butt plugs available to me. You will be bound and powerless to do anything but endure this. More photos of course will ensue.

When I cum, it will be on your upturned face. You will lick my balls and thank me for cumming on your face, and I will rub it into your cheeks with my cock. That cum will stay there as you suck me back to life, and your fucking continues. Only after I have cum on you twice will you be allowed to wipe it off.

Our time together will end with another shower and a conversation about what a slut you were. I'll leave the details of the end of the day for later. For now, you need only decide that now is the time to make this fantasy a reality, and call the number on the back of this note. 

I know you want to.



An Invitation



"Oh come on,Sarah. There has to be a way."

An innocuous enough statement, but that's how it all started.

I'd just received an invite to Cressida's annual Christmas party which, maybe not on the Hollywood A list, was within the cognoscenti an occasion not to be missed. The soirees of this director and major shareholder of a left leaning and decidedly outré publishing house were, so I'd been told, something special. But in the last couple of years, since Cressida had come out –and had she come out- her parties had been an all-female affair even though her business had retained its gender neutrality. 

Having worked as Cressida's accountant for the last five years I'd seen the ups and downs of her business and had hopefully,in my own way contributed to her recent success,hence the invite. The problem was the guest list was female only which was a reflection of Cressida's recent prejudice toward men,as a result of the breakdown of her marriage and subsequent complete immersion in the fem dom scene. There was absolutely no chance that my partner Tim was going to get an invite, even though the invitation said 'and friend.' I knew Cressida well enough to know the constraints. 

"C'mon Tim, you know Cressida, and I know she likes you but she's not going to bend the rules for you. I'd love you to come but the ball's out of my court. It's not going to happen."

Tim looked at me in a manner that left me utterly perplexed. How well do I know this man, my lover of five years? He seemed to gather himself as if for some terrible admission.

"What if Tammy came?"

I looked at Tim in stunned amazement. Tammy was Tim's alter ego, his way of expressing his feminine side and an outlet for his love of lingerie. I'd discovered Tammy early on in our relationship and although it was something I had never thought to search out I quickly embraced it when I saw how much it did for our sex life and I'd had to admit that I'd quickly come to love the opportunity it gave me to express the fem dom bitch in me too. But Tammy was our little secret, confined to the four walls of our house. Ok, we'd had cocktail parties for two by the pool out back and we'd even been for a drive and walk in the park a couple of times and I'd persuaded Tammy to pop into a bottle shop downtown to grab a bottle of wine. But I'd never persuaded her to come out to any of the clubs that catered for our 'deviation' so it had remained our secret.

This was one big statement.

"I'm not sure if Tammy would be allowed to attend", I replied watching Tim carefully.

"But no one would have to know that Tammy was Tim and your invite states bring friend and there's no reason for you to explain my absence as I'm forbidden from attending", Tim added archly.

"Ok Ok let me think about it. The party's not for a month and I've gotta get to work. We'll talk about it tonight." With that I grabbed my bag and headed for the door.

As I drove to work I mulled over the issue. Tim's idea really appealed to me and, I couldn't deny, turned me on as well. Tammy is a gorgeous looking creature and I've long wanted to share her with others but if I understood Tim correctly he was suggesting Tammy attend 'incognito' which meant deceiving Cressida, thereby maybe risking a good friendship as well as the loss of an important client. I wasn't sure if I was willing to do that. The only other option was asking Cressida straight out if Tammy could come which meant exposing Tim's secret and possibly having the idea rejected anyway.

"Hmmm." As I pulled into the car park at work I could see no easy solution so I mentally filed it away as I focused on a busy day ahead.

I arrived home that evening to be met at the door by my house bitch, appropriately attired in a maid's uniform. As a freelance journalist Tim worked sporadically and often from home which allowed him plenty of time to indulge his "passion" and mine!

After curtseying and taking my black business suit jacket that was my uniform at work, Tammy turned to the hallstand and offered me a glass of red in one hand and a heavy wooden spatula in the other. Looking her in the eye, I detected a particularly wicked glint and taking the proffered glass of wine, I drank greedily. It had been a bitch of a day. I then placed it carefully back on the hallstand and with a smile took the spatula from Tammy's other hand. Without a word she turned around and with her 6"black stilettos together, bent forward at the waist grasping both her ankles. In this position her short maid's skirt, black of course with a white lace trim, rode high up over her derriere affording me an uninterrupted view of her long legs encased in black stockings attached to suspenders and a trace of black lace thong as it snuck down the crack of her arse to disappear between those luscious legs to encase that beautiful cock of hers. But first things first. I rubbed the spoon gently over her bare cheeks for a few seconds but I knew the thong was a signal. Those cheeks could have been encased in cotton or lace but were bare to the world and I knew what this meant. She wanted it hard so I swung the spoon and landed a mighty blow on her left cheek, which wobbled cutely.

"One Mistress Sarah."

"Good. Well remembered house bitch." I raised my hand and dealt the same to the right cheek.

"Two Mistress."

"No. No. No. That's not right. One for the left and one for the right. So we'll start again and 

please try to get it right."

Yes Mistress. Thank you Mistress."

I took half a step back and commenced my house bitch's punishment. As she counted out the blows I watched in wonder as her ass cheeks trembled after each blow and slowly turned a deep red. After ten blows to each cheek my arm and the tremble in Tammy's voice told me enough was enough.

"Now stand up bitch and get my dinner."

"Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress", Tammy replied, stood, turned to face me and with a curtsey took the spatula from me and handed me my wine before turning and heading for the kitchen.

As I wandered into the lounge and settled into the sofa my mind returned to this morning's conundrum. The day had been hectic and I was secretly grateful to Tammy for offering her arse as a stress reliever but I also knew tonight's performance was no coincidence. It was meant to serve as a reminder of how much fun could be had if we could find a way to get Tammy to the ball.

My reverie was interrupted by Tammy's appearance at the door and the announcement that dinner was served. As she led me to the table I watched her arse wiggle and her hips sway provocatively and was again reminded how well she passed as a woman. Her long dark curly hair and slight frame were set off perfectly by the little black maid's uniform and I knew from the hourglass figure she was sporting that underneath was a basque pulling in her waist and holding up the black seamed stockings that clad her luscious legs. God, she looked beautiful. After seating me at the table and topping up my glass of wine she waited dutifully at my shoulder. I sipped my wine and savoured the flavour as my other hand caressed the inside of her nylon clad leg and cupped her satin encased cock and balls in my hand, revelling in the heat that emanated from there.

"You may sit now Tammy" and with that instruction the rules changed, as I poured her a glass of wine and we consumed the glorious meal she'd prepared, chatting lightly about our respective days. Tammy never mentioned our little conundrum but we both knew it was there, but Tammy knew I'd had a hard day and she didn't want to spoil the evening.

With dinner finished we chatted idly for a little longer.Then I instructed Tammy to stand. Again she took her position at my shoulder and awaited 

instructions.

"Clean up here. I'm going to take a shower and when you're finished bring me a towel and some footwear."

"Yes Mistress", she replied and held my chair as I stood. Before I headed upstairs I planted a light kiss on her cheek and squeezed one of her reddened arse cheeks which elicited a small whimper from her.

"And don't be long."

Under the stream of hot water the tiredness in my body from the day's work and the wine were washed down the drain and I leisurely shaved my legs, armpits and pussy and washed my blonde locks. As I turned the water off there was a knock on the door and I knew my bitch was waiting for me.

"Come in", I called and as I stepped from the shower Tammy was there waiting to rub me dry. When she was finished she knelt down in front of me and lifting one of my feet slipped on a white 4" patent leather stiletto heel and then repeated the exercise with the other foot. 

I instructed her to wait by the bed and dismissed her. She'd been a perfect little house bitch tonight and deserved a reward. As I dried my hair I considered her punishment. Entering the bedroom she was standing dutifully by the bed and as I approached and sat next to her she kept her eyes respectfully lowered. I casually ran my hand up the exposed bit of thigh peeking out from her oh so short skirt and while pinching the soft white flesh on the inside of her thigh instructed her to fetch my hairbrush from the dresser. I turned sideways on the bed and had her sit behind me and brush out my long blonde locks, the ends of which almost reached the mattress. As she brushed out my hair I watched us in the mirror. We were both in our mid-thirties and looking pretty good for it. At 5'10 I was a couple of inches taller than Tammy and her figure was definitely petite compared to mine. I was more a size 12 to her size 8. Sitting there together, I thought we looked the perfect couple, with extras. After five minutes of brushing I told her to replace the brush and come sit next to me.

"Well my faithful little house bitch, I've given it a lot of thought and I think I've found a way for Tammy to attend the ball". Even with her eyes cast downward I could still see the spark of excitement in them. "But you will have to do everything I say. Is that understood?" 

Tammy nodded eagerly but kept her eyes respectfully lowered.

"We've got a month to prepare and there's a lot to do but we'll leave that until tomorrow. Now you've served me so well tonight I think it only fair that I service you. Now go to the cupboard and select a toy."

"Yes Mistress", she replied and wiggled her way seductively across the room. Bending over from the waist with straight legs she again afforded me a perfect view of her arse and after rummaging in the chest for a few seconds stood upright, closed the chest and returned to my side. In her hands she held an 18" double headed flesh coloured dildo, 2" thick at its widest point and heavily veined with a harness attached at its mid-point. Extremely lifelike in fact, apart from its obscene length.

"A very wise choice my girl. Now you know what to do."

I flopped back on the bed and propped myself up on my elbows so I could watch her performance and opened my legs widely which hung over the side of the bed. The heady aroma of my cunt juices reached my nostrils so I knew my pussy was soaking wet and needed no lubricating but who was I to deny a couple of girls a little pleasure. Tammy lowered herself to her knees between my legs took my left leg in her hand and starting just above my ankle licked, kissed and nibbled her way slowly up my leg.

The feeling was quite exquisite. Tammy appreciated my body as much as I hers and she knew how to show it. As her caresses reached my inner thigh I was unable to contain a groan of desire. I so wanted to fuck this little slut but I knew not to hurry things. I leant forward and grabbing her hair pulled her mouth to mine and greedily devoured her lips.

"Now the other leg bitch." As I fell backwards on the bed pinching one of my nipples between thumb and forefinger she dutifully began the process on the other leg as I completely surrendered to the waves of pleasure enveloping my body. Just when I thought I couldn't stand any more torment Tammy leaned back slightly, placed both her hands under my calves and raised my legs to a vertical position. As I looked up at my sexy heels pointing at the ceiling I knew my whole genital area was exposed to Tammy's view with not a hair to hide my gaping wet pussy. To be so exposed and vulnerable in front of one's lover was a deliciously nasty experience and only added to my arousal. At first she only leant forward and gently blew on my pussy and being so wet her breath felt cool, almost cold. I wriggled involuntarily at the touch of her breath as her hands gently stroked my inner thighs from knee to groin. My gorgeous little housemaid was doing so many wonderful things to my body I was in complete ecstasy and what made it so much better was I knew it was far from over.

In the time we'd been together Tammy had developed an exquisite knack of knowing exactly where my state of arousal was and now was no different as she slowly lowered her head and gently licked the bare baby soft skin around my cunt. There's no doubt about it. This was a truly God like experience and certainly was the closest I ever got to a religious experience. Tammy gave head like no one I'd ever met before, man or women and I knew she got as much pleasure from giving as I got from receiving. As her ministrations increased inexorably in ardour and crept ever closer to that sacred spot I let myself go completely. My head thrashed from side to side and a stream of obscenities and endearments poured from my mouth. Tammy opened her mouth wide and encased my entire vulva with her lips and licked ferociously at my clit. I felt the floodgates open and as my orgasm overwhelmed me I felt myself squirting copiously into Tammy's mouth. As she gulped furiously to swallow my ejaculation her lips sucked my labia into her mouth and her teeth nibbled on my clit. Oh what sweet delirium as I basked in the waves of intense pleasure that ebbed and flowed to the very tips of my body.

Tammy lowered my legs gently to the ground and when I was able to take in my surroundings she was still kneeling between my legs, her head resting on my belly still gently licking and kissing me while one finger nestled almost imperceptibly between my cunt lips. I reached down and ran my fingers through her long dark locks and we remained in that position for some time, luxuriating in the intimacy of the moment. Finally, feeling I had some control over my motor functions I propped myself up on my elbows and looked down at the little vixen between my legs. Sensing my movement she raised her head and giving me a mischievous smile I felt her finger slowly probe further into my cunt.

"Is my Mistress satisfied?", she enquired demurely as I felt another finger slip inside me. I shifted my body slightly so both fingers were now buried inside me to the hilt.

"Your Mistress is very satisfied Bitch. But far from sated and for talking out of turn you will be further punished. Now remove those pathetic little fingers from my pussy and give me some real cock NOW", I barked. Like the well trained house bitch she was she lowered her eyes again demurely and reaching to the side picked the dildo off the bed. I sat and watched silently as she brought the head of the dildo to her mouth and forming her lips into a perfect O slowly inserted it into her mouth firstly just an inch or two but as her saliva moistened the shaft she took more and more. Watching my little fuckslut deep throat always turned me on and her innate sense of what I wanted didn't fail her this time as she removed that monstrous tool from her mouth and before I could take a breath had buried at least 8" of it in my cunt.

"OH FUCK FUCK FUCK", I gasped."Oh holy shit. Oh yes fuck me hard with that monster."

As Tammy rudely violated my cunt, pistoning it in and out of my pussy I could feel my lips almost suctioned onto that enormous shaft being dragged this way and that as she rammed those 8" of hard rubber cock back and forth into my pussy. After the last orgasm I needed that extra bit of roughness to get me off and Tammy knew exactly what I wanted. Already I could feel the sensations building toward another orgasm but this one I wanted to share with her. Reluctantly and with some effort I raised my head from the bed and watched for a moment as my engorged fanny devoured that dildo.

"OK my little fuck toy you can go easy there now. It's time for your punishment so leave that toy where it is and assume the position." Tammy gradually slowed her pounding of my pussy, coming to a rest with one half of the dildo still embedded in my cunt, got to her feet and stood dutifully by the bed.

I stood up, turned my back to Tammy and told her to tie the straps which were attached to the dildo. Two came up over my hips and around my back, the other up the crack of my ass and clipped onto the others in the small of my back holding my new penis firmly in place. I walked over to the dresser and admired myself in the mirror. My dick hung halfway to my knees and I couldn't wait to use it. But all in good time. I scanned the top of the dresser and quickly found what I was looking for, the heavy wooden backed hair brush Tammy had used on me so innocently just a moment ago.

"All right my girl, I think it's time we got those panties of yours off so bend over that bed." Tammy turned to face the bed then slipped her hands under her maid's skirt and slowly lowered her knickers to the floor then lifted one foot out of them to spread her feet more widely, bent forward at the waist and planted her hands on the mattress. In this position already half of her arse was exposed by the shortness of her skirt but I wanted complete access to those cute little buns. I slid my hand between her legs and upward to gently squeeze her balls then briefly stroked that not so little sissy clit of hers which elicited a small shiver of desire from her. Then slid my hand back up past her sissy pussy and pulled the hem of her skirt up to her waist. There was only a faint redness on her cheeks remaining from my ministrations in the hallway and I do like an arse to be ruby red before I fuck it.

I rubbed the bristle side of the hairbrush across her cheeks then quickly turned it around and delivered a swift blow to her pretty little bum. "Now my girl, I'm going to tan this arse of yours so it's as red as those gorgeous lips of yours. You may think this is your punishment for your earlier indiscretion but you would be wrong. I am going to fuck that sissy pussy of yours very hard and very long and the only lube you're going to get is what that sissy pussy of yours can generate and what your tongue can make when you suck me. Do you understand?"

"Yes Mistress", Tammy replied.

A rapid salvo of blows elicited the proper response.

"Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress".

I reached forward to adjust her skirt so the lace frill sat nicely above her cheeks then began my assault. As my arm swung backward and forward delivering a hefty blow to one and then the other arse cheek and watched them both blossom from pink to ruby red I again revelled in the fact that Tammy and I had discovered so much about ourselves and each other during our time together that we were able to explore the outer limits of our sexual desires, keep our sex life alive and constantly expanding, and maintain a strong, loving and trusting relationship. For that reason I knew Tammy had to come to the ball.

After five minutes or so of warming her arse I threw the brush on the floor and sat down on the bed next to her. 

"Now bitch back on your knees and I want you to get this cock of mine red hot with your mouth before I shove it between those nicely reddened cheeks of yours, understand?"

"Yes Mistress" was again the only verbal response from her as she stood up straight, but I could tell I had pushed her to the limit and when she turned and stood before me her sissy clit protruded obscenely from under her skirt and a long string of pre cum dangled from the tip of her sissy clit to her exposed upper left thigh. Then with another quick curtsey she dropped to her knees between my legs. I placed a hand around the base of my cock so it stood proudly vertical from my groin and if I'd wanted to could easily have fellated myself,but that's what servants are for and I watched with unrivalled joy as Tammy, with a glint in her eye slowly lowered her head and inch by incredible inch the entire 9" of my cock disappeared slowly down her throat until I could feel her top lip brushing against my clitoris. Somehow she was able to hold her head there with my cock half way down her throat as her tongue caressed my pussy lips . After a minute or so of this she slowly raised her head to reveal my shaft thickly coated in her saliva. Eventually the entire length was free of her mouth and she proceeded to lick my cock clean then repeated the whole process but this time when her lips met my lips she only held her head there for a few seconds before pulling back and plunging her head down and I watched in awe as she deep throated my entire cock. As her head bobbed up and down I could see the copious amounts of saliva she was producing trickling down my cock to mingle with my cunt juices. I couldn't resist and reaching forward grabbed her by the hair and rammed her head down onto my cock and thrusting my hips up tried to get as much of that cock down her throat as I could. I held her head fast as those 9" nestled comfortably and listened to the slight gurgling sound of air and saliva making bubbles in the back of her throat.




An Invitation for Sarah



Hi readers, this is the fifth installment in this series:

1. Sarah vs Wendy   

2. Sarah vs Paula

3. Sarah vs Becky 

4. The Executive: Sarah vs Saskia

Hope you enjoy it........




MELD.

"I fuckin hate having to get dressed up, I look bloody ridiculous," Wendy moaned.

"Oh for Christ sake, will you stop moaning you look fine," Sarah replied, putting a brush through her hair, "You know what she said, we had to look smart and presentable where she is taking us."

"Yeah, she never said where it was though, did she?"

"Look, just hurry up and sort yourself out, I fancy a quick G&T before she picks us up from the pub," the little blonde said impatiently, slipping on her stilettos.

It had been two weeks since their first encounter with Saskia. They had thought that they would probably never hear from her again considering what they had done to her in her own office. However, a few days ago they had received an email from her, asking if they would meet up with her to discuss something that 'could be to their advantage'. The two girls were unsure at first, thinking the devious old bitch had probably cooked up some dastardly little scheme to exact her revenge, but in the end they agreed to the meet. Saskia had told them that she would pick them up on Saturday afternoon at the Red Lion; then she would take them to another place where a meeting had been arranged, hence the requirement for smart dress which Wendy was now complaining about.

"Are you sure this looks alright?" the big girl asked looking at the black knee length dress in the mirror.

"For the last time, you look fine," Sarah moaned, "It makes a nice change to see you in something other than jeans or trackie bottoms."

"Yeah I know but it's a bit tight, it keeps riding up when I walk, you'll be able to see my arse by the time we get to the end our road!"

"Well you'll have to keep pulling the bloody thing down then, come on, let's go!"

The pair went downstairs, locked the front door and headed off down Mill Lane, their stilettos clip-clopping on the tarmac.

"At least your mum's not around to ask questions," Sarah said relieved, "She'd want to know why we're dressed to the nines on a Saturday afternoon."

"Yeah, I'd like to fuckin know why as well!" Wendy huffed, pulling her dress back down, "It's alright for you, you wear dresses all the time."

They eventually made it to the Red Lion, a small pub on the main road just past the junction of Mill Lane. It was a regular haunt of the two girls because it was the nearest pub to Wendy's house, plus the fact that Ted, the landlord regularly held lock ins. 

"Two G&Ts please Ted," Sarah chirped.

"You two look smart, going anywhere nice?" 

"We're not sure yet, are we?" Wendy replied, giving Sarah an anxious look.

"Oh right." Ted smiled, looking bemused.

"Come on whinge arse, let's sit down," the little blonde jibed, taking the drinks over to the table.

The pair sat down at a table near the window, taking a sip from her glass, Wendy glanced at her watch.

"She's late, I knew it, that bitch has got us on a wind up!" she sneered.

"You reckon?" said Sarah, nodding towards the window as a big red BMW glided into the car park and pulled up.

They watched as Saskia got out, already talking to someone on her mobile. She was wearing a black skirt suit, shiny grey blouse, bright red stiletto heels and some rather large shades which made her look like an older version of Lady GaGa. She sat perched on the bonnet of her car for a few moments before finishing her call and making her way into the pub.

"Yes love?" asked Ted, looking a bit taken aback by the unknown visitor.

"White wine please," Saskia replied coldly.

Ted poured the drink and handed it to her.

"Two Eighty please love."

She paid for the drink and sat down next to the two girls.

"Hi Saskia; feeling better now?" Wendy smirked.

"Yes thank you, Wendy", the older woman replied sternly, noticing Sarah trying desperately not to laugh.

"Right, what's this all about then?" the little blonde asked finally regaining her composure.

"Well, I have a little proposition to put to you, Sarah."

"Ah yes a proposition that could be to our advantage, in what way exactly?"

"Well, there's the financial benefit for a start."

"Money!" Wendy exclaimed, her eyes lighting up.

"No, fucking jelly babies," the older blonde smiled sarcastically, "of course I mean money."

"What, are you gonna give her a job?" the big girl asked.

"Hmm, in a manner of speaking it could be described as that I suppose, come on drink up I'm going to take you both to meet somebody."

The three of them finished their drinks and headed outside, as they stood in the car park, Saskia looked at the two girls. Sarah was wearing a black 1950's style dress with a rose print and black stilettos. She actually looked quite nice, classy even. Wendy on the other hand looked a lot more uncomfortable, wearing a black dress that looked a little too tight, black tights and a pair of white stilettos. Noticing Saskia was studying them both, Wendy smiled at her.

"Well, what do you think, do we pass?" the big girl asked.

"Hhhmm, you'll do I suppose, come on get in."

Wendy sat in the back, whilst Sarah sat in the passenger seat. Slipping off her shoes and placing them behind her seat, Saskia started the car.

"Seatbelts on please, kids." she smirked.

As they drove out of the car park, Sarah noticed Ted at the pub window, watching them with an intrigued look on his face. Saskia eased out onto the main road and headed for the dual carriageway.

"Right, come on Saskia, where are you taking us?" the little blonde asked.

"Relax, all will be revealed soon, make yourself comfortable it will take us about an hour to get there."

As they came off the roundabout and on to the dual carriageway, Saskia floored the accelerator, making the BMW surge along.

"Fuckin hell, this thing can shift!" Wendy quipped, "You'll have to let me have a drive one day."

"Hmm....you're funny," the older woman smiled.

An hour or so later, they had left the main roads and were driving down a twisting country lane.

"Nearly there," said Saskia, a broad smile on her face.

"We're in the middle of bloody nowhere!" Wendy moaned.

"Erm...not quite," the older woman replied as they pulled off the lane, through some huge ornamental gates and on to a long tree lined drive. At the end of the drive, a huge stately home loomed towards them.

"Bloody hell, here?" Sarah exclaimed, turning to Saskia.

"Yep, welcome to Boxten Hall, home to a very close friend of mine, she's very keen to meet you."

They drove round to the side of the huge building, through an archway and into a large courtyard. Saskia parked up and turned to look at the two girls, both wide eyed trying to take in their surroundings.

"Jesus, you two look bloody petrified," Saskia laughed, "relax, you'll be fine I promise you, come on." 

The three of them got out the car and walked across the courtyard towards a pair of huge oak doors. As they approached them, they opened and a rather elderly butler appeared.

"Good afternoon Miss Darlington, her ladyship is expecting you."

"Good afternoon Perkins, so nice to see you again."

"This way ladies, please."

The butler led them through the doors and down a long corridor. The walls were covered in paintings and chandeliers hung from the ceiling. Their stiletto heels clacked on the polished oak floor and echoed down the corridor. Wendy turned to Sarah with an excited look on her face.

"Bloody hell this place is massive," the big girl whispered.

"Mmm, I just wish I knew what this was all about," Sarah replied nervously.

Perkins ushered them into a large sitting room which had two sofas and a coffee table placed in the middle.

"Her ladyship will be with you shortly, Miss Darlington."

"Thank you, Perkins."

The butler left and the trio sat down. Sarah looked round at the walls, yet more paintings of very serious looking people stared down at them, somewhere a clock was chiming. A few moments later she could hear footsteps approaching the room, Saskia stood up, gesturing to the two girls to do likewise. The door opened and an elegant looking woman with long black hair entered the room, she looked to be around mid to late fifties, dressed in a grey trouser suit. She smiled warmly as she embraced her friend.

"Hello Saskia, lovely to see you, "she said kissing her on the cheek.

"Sarah, Wendy, this is Lady Patricia Thornley."

"Hello, nice to meet you both," Patricia smiled, kissing them both on the cheek.

They sat down once more, the two girls on one sofa, the two older women on the other.

"Right, well you're probably wondering why Saskia has brought you both here."

"Erm...yes we are a little curious your ladyship," Sarah replied shyly.

"Please, call me Patricia, well I think we should all have a drink first and then I will show you round and explain everything," she smiled getting up and pulling on a rope by the door, "I believe you like gin and tonic."

"Yes Patricia," the little blonde nodded.

"Everyone else happy with a G&T?" Patricia asked.

The others nodded in agreement, just then Perkins entered the room.

"Four gin and tonics with ice please Perkins."

"Yes ma'am."

"You two make yourselves comfortable, I just need to have a quick word with Saskia in private, and the drinks will be here shortly, okay?"

"Okay," replied Sarah.

The two older women left the room and went out into the corridor. Patricia turned to her friend, a broad smile across her face.

"What?"

"Are you seriously telling me that little blonde thing with the glasses actually beat you?"

"Yes, that's right."

"Oh my God!" Patricia laughed, "How?"

"Don't let that weedy innocent look fool you, she is one vicious little bitch, trust me."

"Where did you get Wendy from then?"

"She came with Sarah, she's her girlfriend."

"Do you think we could interest her in joining us?"

"Hhmm, I doubt it, I think she's more of a watcher."

"Pity," Patricia sighed, "we could do with more big girls on the roster, do you know she looks like a chubbier version of Paula Taylor, remember her?"

"Yes," replied Saskia coldly with a sudden realization, "I remember Paula Taylor."

Wendy turned to Sarah who was drumming her fingers on the table.

"What do you think those two are talking about?" the big girl asked.

"Us probably which one they're going to have first."

"Oh God, you don't think so do you?" Wendy gasped.

"Of course not!" the little blonde laughed, "God Wendy, you're so gullible."

"Well what the fuckin hell are we doing here then?"

"I don't know, but I'm pretty sure it's not for a foursome with Lady Muck, if there's money involved, it could be quite a lot, judging by the size of this place."

Perkins entered the room with the tray of drinks; he smiled at the pair and placed the tray on the table.

"Your drinks ladies," he said in his deep tone.

"Thank you," Sarah replied.

As he left, Saskia and Patricia came back into the room and sat down again.

"Are your drinks okay?" Patricia asked.

"Yes thank you."

"Right, let's get down to brass tacks then," she said turning to Sarah, "Saskia told me about the little 'confrontation' you two had a couple of weeks ago, she also told me that you had got the better of her, which certainly surprised me, even more so now I have seen you in the flesh."

"Why the bloody hell has she told you about that?" the little blonde stormed, throwing Saskia a dirty look.

"Please, we didn't mean to upset or offend you, Saskia brought you here so I could talk to you about an opportunity you might be interested in."

"Yeah, what sort of opportunity," Sarah brooded, looking over her glasses.

"Come with me, come on," Patricia smiled.

The four of them headed back down the corridor and into another wing of the house. As they walked, Patricia explained why she had asked her there.

"For nearly 30 years I have held events for women who share a passion for tribbing or sexfighting or whatever you'd like to call it."

"So it's a fight club then?" Wendy asked.

"Erm... my members prefer to call it a society rather than a club."

"So how often do you hold these 'events' then?" Sarah asked.

"Oh, every so often, there's one tonight actually, come on, in here."

They went through a pair of double doors into a huge room, on one wall there was a large fireplace in front of which was a rectangle of carpet about twice the size of a boxing ring. The carpet was surrounded by chairs and tables, all with neatly laid tablecloths. A couple of young smartly dressed maids were putting the finishing touches to the room. Sarah picked up a card off one the tables and read it:



Miss Olivia Dumont vs Miss Isabelle Hughes

Miss Bronwyn Evans vs Miss Victoria Heywood

Miss Chloe Hilton vs Miss Rachel Simmonds

Miss Lisa Trent vs Miss Elna de Beer

"Those are the eight girls who are competing tonight," said Patricia noticing Sarah reading the card.

"So these poor sods get to roll around on a bit of carpet, while some drunken mob sits around them whooping and cheering, probably cracking one off under the table." Sarah scoffed.

"I can assure you it's not like that at all Sarah, my members are a very select group and it's female only, no men allowed."

"Alright, so it's a bunch of drunken dykes whooping and cheering then."

"Like I said Sarah, I can assure you it's not like that at all, the members are well behaved and not all of them are dykes as you have somewhat hypocritically called them."

"Sorry, I know that was uncalled for," the little blonde said sheepishly, feeling her face going red.

"Never mind, come on this way."

Patricia led them out of the room, along another corridor and up a grand looking staircase. At the top was a landing with doors along both sides.

"These rooms are for the competitors, a lot of them come from all over the country so I provide rooms for them so they can stay here overnight or for the whole weekend, the girls for tonight are already here, but you can have a look in one of the empty rooms if you like."

"Okay," Sarah shrugged.

Patricia unlocked the door and they stepped inside, Wendy's eyes lit up.

"Bloody hell, it's massive!" she said, looking at Sarah.

Sarah looked around the room, it was indeed very spacious with a big double bed and an en-suite bathroom, it was like a room you would find in a five star hotel.

"Why are you showing me all this?" Sarah asked.

"I'm just trying to show you that any girl who joins our society gets well looked after."

"That's as maybe but I'm not sure I could perform in front of an audience."

"Well, that's why I have invited you here today, so you can watch tonight's event and get a feel of what it's like, if you still don't feel you could do it that's fine, it was nice to have met you, but at least say you will watch tonight."

The little blonde looked across at Wendy; she had her usual 'please' puppy dog expression whenever she wanted Sarah to do anything.

"Okay fine," she sighed, "I'll come and watch."

"Yay, thanks babe!" the big girl chirped, hugging her lover.

"Right that's settled then, let's go back to the drawing room and have another drink and then perhaps Saskia could show you round the rest of the house and the grounds if you like."

"Erm no thank you Patricia," said Sarah "I think I'll just settle for a drink and a sit down."

"Okay as you wish, well I have to go now and help get everything ready, if you need anything Perkins will take care of you so I will see you later in the main room at about eight."

Just as they walked out on to the landing, a girl emerged from one of the other rooms. She looked to be in her early twenties, had brown hair tied up in a bun and was wearing a dark blue tracksuit.

"Ah, here's one of our competitors," smiled Patricia, "hello Victoria."

"Hello, I'm just going for quick jog round the grounds."

"Careful you don't wear yourself out before tonight, who is your opponent again?"

"Bronwyn that little Welsh girl from Newport."

"Hmm, feisty little thing that one," Patricia warned.

"Well I'd rather be facing her than Belle any day, I don't fancy Olivia's chances much, see you later!" the young girl yelled as she bounded off down the stairs.

"See you later Victoria, right I had better get a move on, I shall see you three later."

"One more thing Patricia," said Sarah, "Saskia mentioned money."

The older woman turned to her friend and raised her eyebrows.

"Well Sarah, let's see if you're interested first, then we will talk money, okay?"

"Fair enough," the little blonde replied.

With that, the older woman made her way down the stairs and headed for the main room, leaving the three of them at the top.

"Well, you're certainly not backward at coming forward, are you Sarah!" Saskia quipped.

"Not when there's money involved, no."

"Don't worry if you agree to join you will be well paid I can assure you." the older blonde said. 

"How much are we talking?" Wendy asked.

"Well I can't be sure exactly, you'd have to take it up with Patricia, by the way Wendy, what's your surname?"

"Taylor, why?"

"Oh, no reason just wondered that's all."

"Okay," the big girl shrugged.

Sarah looked across at Saskia; there was a distant, rather solemn expression on her face.

"You okay?" the little blonde asked.

"I'm fine," she replied and made her way downstairs.

"What's up with her?" asked Wendy.

"God knows come on, let's go and get that drink."

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The two girls stood on the steps of the front door watching the guests arrive; the large graveled area in front of the house was starting to fill up with cars, all prestige marques. There were Jags, Mercs, BMWs, Porsches and even a Ferrari; dozens of well-dressed and very successful looking women were filing past them into the house.

"Fuck me, these lot must be fuckin loaded babe, look at 'em," Wendy laughed.

"Sshhh! will you lower your voice!" Sarah snapped," and for God's sake pull that dress down."

"I've got a better idea, why don't you sneak me upstairs into one of them rooms and I'll pull it up for you," the big girl replied, putting her arms round the blonde with a stupid grin on her face.

"Oh great, you're pissed aren't you!" she groaned.

"Bollocks, I've only had two!"

Sarah gave her a knowing look. 

"Alright five, but I'm definitely not pissed."

"Ah there you are," said a familiar voice behind them, "Come on, our table has been reserved."

"Hi Sas," Wendy smiled.

Saskia looked sternly at Sarah.

"She'll be fine I'll look after her."

"Well make sure you do, come on let's get in there."

The pair followed Saskia into the main room and sat down at the reserved table. The room was almost full, nearly all the tables were taken with three or four women sitting at each one. Looking round, there seemed to be quite an age range, from early twenties to about mid-sixties. Sarah noticed one or two of them had wedding rings, they all sat chatting quietly, occasionally the odd laugh could be heard above the hubbub, but nothing too loud.

"Hello there," said Patricia, sitting down next to them, "Looking forward to tonight's action?"

"Sort of, I suppose," Sarah replied.

"Good, what's the matter with your girlfriend?" she asked looking over at Wendy.

"Erm I think she's found your hospitality to be a little over generous."

"Oh dear," the older woman laughed, "Oh well as long as she's enjoying herself, excuse me one moment."

Patricia got up and walked out to the centre of the carpet, a gentle ripple of applause greeted her. She was now wearing a long red evening gown and black elbow length gloves.




An Invitation for Sarah



"Good evening ladies I would just like to take this opportunity to welcome you all once again to Boxten Hall and hope you all enjoy tonight's entertainment, thank you. Now without further ado I shall let our referee, Jacqueline start proceedings and bring on the first two competitors."

A stocky woman in a black t-shirt and jeans with her hair in a ponytail came into the centre of the carpet. As Patricia sat back down all the lights were dimmed except a few which shone down on the rectangle. A girl wearing a white silky knee length robe appeared out of the gloom and was introduced as Olivia Dumont, she then slipped off the robe and handed it to one of the maids. She was wearing just a skimpy pair of dark blue bikini bottoms which tied at the sides.

"The girls get a choice of either bikini bottoms or thongs," Patricia explained.

"Yes, I'm afraid you'll have to lose the granny pants and the ankle socks," laughed Saskia.

"Oh, ha ha," Sarah smiled back sarcastically.

She looked over at Olivia, she reckoned she was probably mid to late twenties about a size 12 with average sized tits. Her brown hair was tied back into a ponytail and she stood about 5 foot 7 inches, all in all quite a pretty package. As she looked across, she noticed her opponent had arrived.

"Oh...my...God!" Wendy exclaimed.

The second girl was much bigger, about a size 20. She slipped off her gown to reveal a pair of red bikini bottoms. The referee introduced her as Belle, her body was amazing, she had huge tits, colossal thighs and a big jiggly ass. Her face looked warm and friendly with her bluey green eyes and soft smile; she even looked quite cute, with her glasses and her brown hair in pigtails with little red bows to match her 'costume'.

The two girls knelt facing each other in the middle of the floor; suddenly Olivia lunged at her giant foe, trying to push on her on to her back. The big girl barely moved, she simply wrapped her arms around her opponent and began to squeeze, making her gasp and cry out. Sarah watched as Belle gradually squeezed all the fight out of Olivia and then let go of her, smiling as she slumped back on to the floor.

"Bloody hell, this is a bit one sided isn't it?" asked Sarah.

"The girls get paid a little extra if they offer to fight Belle," Saskia replied.

Sarah turned back to look at the fight, by now Belle had already removed Olivia's bikini bottoms to reveal her waxed pussy and had her over her right knee in a backbreaker hold, working her fingers over the trapped girls mound. Olivia was screaming, pleading with her assailant, this brought waves of rapturous applause from the audience as Belle worked her fingers deeper into her opponent's moist pussy.

"No...no Belle please...PLEEEASE!" 

The big girl intensified her thrusts, sending her poor little opponent over the edge.

"AAAAAHHH....OH GOD NO NO...NO...YEEEAAAHHH!"

Olivia bucked and wriggled over Belle's knee as the orgasm racked her body, some of the audience were now on their feet, applauding wildly as Jacqueline tapped Belle on the shoulder, ordering her to release her opponent.

"Score Miss Hughes, 1-0," the referee announced.

Patricia turned to Sarah to explain what was happening.

"The fights last 10 minutes on a countdown timer, now that Miss Hughes has scored, the clock is stopped to allow Miss Dumont time to recover, when she says she is ready, the fight will resume."

"Oh right, do they have to fight the whole 10 minutes?" the little blonde asked.

"No no, a competitor can submit and withdraw if they wish."

Sarah turned to look at Wendy, who had ordered yet another drink.

"Are you alright?" 

"Ohhh yeah, lovin' it!" she replied lustfully.

Sarah smiled and shook her head, turning her attention back to the fight she saw that Olivia was ready to continue. The pair knelt down and faced each other once more, this time Belle made the first move, pouncing on her opponent and forcing her on to her back. As Olivia tried to get back up, Belle wrapped her huge thighs around her torso and squeezed. The smaller girl shrieked and kicked her legs wildly as she tried to wriggle free, but this simply made it easier for Belle to slip her fingers inside her once more, using her thumb to massage her opponent's rock hard clit.

"Ohhhhhhh......ffffuck!"

Sensing that Belle was about to score again, the audience had already started applauding. The big girl began to thrust her fingers deeper into Olivia's now dripping pussy.

"OH FFUCK NO....NO NO.....AAH.....AAAAHHHH.......AAAAAAAHHHH!"

Once again the smaller girl's body tensed up as second climax surged through her. Belle smiled as noticed her opponent's pussy squirting over and over on to the carpet. This had the audience on their feet again applauding wildly. Jacqueline tapped Belle on the shoulder again and she released her opponent.

"Score Miss Hughes, Miss Hughes leads 2-0 with 4 minutes 38 seconds remaining."

"Are you really expecting me to fight a girl that size?" Sarah asked, turning to Patricia.

"Good heavens no!" the older woman laughed, "The girls who fight Belle usually ask to fight her because there's more money on offer, plus they see it as a challenge as nobody has ever beaten her."

"So this is a sort of special then?"

"Oh yes, most of the fights are much more evenly matched, as you will see in the next one."

Amazingly, Olivia had got back up to face Belle for a third time, although she looked very unsteady.

"God, she's got some guts," said Wendy.

"Or she's fucking stupid," Saskia replied, "this will be over soon."

Sure enough, Belle gave Olivia a gentle shove and she fell on to her back. Kneeling between her legs, she spread them, grabbed her thighs and pulled her up, putting a leg over each shoulder. The smaller girl was now offering no resistance as Belle began to gently glide her tongue over her clit, making her mewl and whimper.

"Ohhhh...God yesss...please don't stop!" the smaller girl begged, barely able to keep her eyes open. Belle reached down and grabbed her nipples, giving them a gentle twist.

"Oh Belle...yes...yes...more...give it to me!"

Grabbing Olivia's thighs once more, she pushed her tongue deep into her pussy.

"OHHHH MY GOD YES....YESSS.....YEEEAAAAAHH!"

Belle held on tight to her opponent as a third orgasm tore through her, her body writhing in ecstasy. The big girl held on to her until her body went limp and then gently dropped her onto the floor. Once again, the audience showed their appreciation.

"Score Miss Hughes; Miss Hughes leads 3-0 with 2 minutes 19 seconds remaining."

Olivia was now flat on her back with her hands over her eyes; Sarah looked on as Jacqueline leaned over and whispered something into her ear. Olivia shook her head and the referee stood up.

"Miss Dumont has withdrawn; Miss Hughes wins 3-0."

The audience burst into applause and Belle took a bow, she then went over, helped Olivia back to her feet and hugged her. After exchanging kisses, both women left the arena.

"Well, what do you think so far?" Patricia asked Sarah.

"Hmm, it's okay I suppose, it's a bit different from what I was expecting."

"I told you it would be didn't I, your girlfriend seems to be enjoying herself."

Sarah looked over at Wendy.

"You okay baby?"

"Ohhh yeah, next!" the big redhead replied, a drunken grin on her face.

The little blonde smiled and turned to Patricia, "I do apologise, I'll make sure she doesn't have any more."

"Honestly it's fine, the next fight is in about five minutes."

The referee was now standing in the centre of the carpet once more, introducing the next two competitors. The first one was a short girl with ginger hair cut into a bob, she kept jumping and jigging about as the referee introduced her as Bronwyn Evans, eventually she slipped off her robe to reveal a green thong. Sarah studied the little fighter as she waited for her opponent to appear, she was about the same size as her, but a lot shorter, about 5 foot 3 inches or so. She had pale ivory coloured skin, small tits and a pert little ass, her face was quite doll like, with a sweet smile and blue eyes.

"Aww, she's cute," said Wendy.

"Ha, oh yeah she's cute alright," laughed Saskia, "wait ' til you see her in action."

The second girl was the one they had met on the landing earlier, Victoria. She was still wearing her hair in a bun, a bit like a ballerina. Removing her robe, she stood there in a pair of black bikini bottoms, eyeing up her opponent. Her body was quite slender with small tits and a skinny waist; she stood a good few inches taller than Bronwyn who was now doing some stretching exercises in a corner. Eventually Jacqueline called the two girls into the centre, getting on all fours they faced each other and waited to see who would make the first move.

"Watch this," whispered Saskia.

Suddenly Bronwyn launched herself at her opponent, throwing her on to her back, she then tried to pounce on top of her but was too slow, Victoria rolled out of the way and the little ginger girl fell flat on her face. Seeing her chance, the taller girl then tried to straddle her, sitting on her back and trying to grab her leg to put her in a Boston crab hold, but she managed to wriggle free. The pair then slammed their bodies together, clawing at each other like wild animals as they rolled over and over, each trying to hold the other on their back.

"Jesus, this is pretty intense," remarked Sarah.

"Well, if you want the decent money you've got to fight for it," Saskia replied.

The two girls were now fighting right in front of their table, every gasp, groan and whimper could be heard quite clearly. Victoria had managed to get the little Welsh girl trapped face down again, this time she rained down a succession of hard slaps on her bare ass cheeks.

"AAAAGGHHH!...YOU FUCKIN BITCH!.....AAAOOWW!"

"Awww, did that hurt?" Victoria mocked, Right let's get this off!"

Making a grab for Bronwyn's thong, she pulled it straight off and flung it on the table. Wendy picked it up and turned to Sarah with a big smile on her face.

"Put it down," the little blonde whispered, looking at her over her glasses.

Laughing, she dropped it back down on the table and returned to watching the fight. By now Victoria had forced Bronwyn on to her back and was gently running her fingers over her neatly trimmed bush and massaging her clit.

"Ohhhh my God ... aaaahhhhh!"

"Come on Bronwyn, I thought you were stronger than this, you gonna come for me?"

"No....no....ffuck you bitch!"

"Come on Bronwyn, come on!" Victoria hissed, slipping her fingers into her pussy.

"Ohhhhh.....fuck...no..no!"

Victoria thrust her fingers in deeper, sliding them in and out, steadily building the rhythm.

"AAAAAHHHH! OH GOD......NO NO.....NO!

"Oh yes..that's it."

"AAAAGH....OH FFUCK......IM COMING!...OH GOD...AAAAAHHH!"

The little Welsh girl could hold on no longer, still being held down on her back by her opponent her legs thrashed about as the climax rippled through her body. As she felt Bronwyn's body go limp, Victoria stood up and took the audience's applause.

"Score Miss Heywood 1-0," Jacqueline announced.

After about a minute or so, Bronwyn got up and returned to the middle of the floor where Victoria was waiting for her. She quickly lunged at her opponent, this time she caught her and forced her on to her back grabbing both her nipples and twisting them sharply.

"AAAOOOOW you little bitch!" Victoria shrieked, trying to pull her off them, suddenly Bronwyn untied the bows on her bikini bottoms and tore them off revealing her completely bald waxed pussy. Pushing Victoria's legs apart, she slid between them and began to grind their clits together.

"Oh fuckin hell...Ohhhh!" the taller girl moaned.

"Yeah come on bitch, let's see what you've got!" Bronwyn hissed, grinding down harder.

"Ohh..ffuck..I will fuckin bury you, you little tramp!" Victoria scowled, and pushed backed trying to get the little ginger girl off balance.

Sarah and Wendy watched intently as the two fighters tribbed each other, the sweat was pouring off them as they ground their cunts harder together. They rolled back and forth, their legs entwined as they tried to push each other to orgasm. The audience was almost in complete silence, transfixed by the scene playing out in front of them. As the fight went on it became clear that Bronwyn was gaining the upper hand, she pushed her opponent on to her back, hooked her leg and began to grind her, pushing home her advantage.

"Oh fuck, ffuck.....Jesus....no..no!"

"Come on bitch take it....TAKE IT!" the little ginger girl screamed, sensing her opponent was close to the edge.

"NO......NO....FUCK YOU ...YOU LITTLE WHORE...OOHHHH......FUCKIN HELL!"

"COME BITCH!"

"AH....AAAHHH.......AAAAGH.....NOOOOO......AAAAAAAHHHHHH!"

The audience began to applaud, there were even a few cheers as Victoria arched her back and let out a guttural scream as the climax exploded within her, her body writhing under her opponent.

"Yeah, gotcha bitch!" Bronwyn whooped, standing up with her arms raised.

"Score Miss Evans, 1 all with 3 minutes 28 seconds remaining."

"Fuckin hell that was awesome," Wendy smiled turning to Sarah.

"Hmm, she's pretty good," the little blonde nodded.

Victoria was still down; it looked like the orgasm had hit her pretty hard. After a few moments she got back up and knelt down in the centre of the floor, where a very eager Bronwyn was waiting to finish her off.

The little Welsh girl tried to goad her opponent into making the first move.

"Come on Vic, go for it, think you can take me bitch?"

Victoria's eyes filled with rage as she lunged at her tormentor and tried to push her over, Bronwyn simply rolled out of the way, sending the taller girl sprawling on to the floor.

"Whoops a daisy!" she teased, spreading Victoria's legs and sliding between them.

"Oh no please, not again!" Victoria begged.

"Oh Yes! Nobody calls me a whore and gets away with it," Bronwyn sneered as she began to grind her rapidly fading opponent.

"Ohhhhh....no no please I'm sorry I'm sorry!"

"You fuckin will be, bitch!" she laughed grinding harder.

"OH FUCKIN JESUS.....NO....NO...PLEEEASE I CAN'T TAKE ANY MORE....I CAN'T TAKE ANY MORE!"

"Course you can Victoria, don't be so modest," the little ginger girl mocked.

"NO......NO OH GOD.......YEH.....YEEEAAH......YYYEEEEEAAAAAH OH FUCK!"

Applause filled the room once more as Victoria succumbed to a second even more intense orgasm that shattered her, tears began to roll down her face as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over her. As the feeling subsided, she fell back exhausted.

"Score Miss Evans, Miss Evans leads 2-1 with 1 minute 17 seconds remaining."

"No no please I withdraw," Victoria gasped.

Jacqueline turned to address the audience.

"Miss Heywood withdraws; Miss Evans wins 2-1."

Bronwyn raised her arms in triumph once more and came bounding over to the table.

"May I have my thong back please?" she asked smiling.

"Of course," Patricia replied handing it to her, "Bronwyn, this is Sarah; she may be joining us soon."

"Oh right, pleased to meet you Sarah," she smiled offering her a sweaty hand.

"You too," replied the little blonde, shaking it, "well done."

"Thank you, see you soon Sarah," she said, winking. With that, she slinked off out of the room.

"Right, can we go somewhere quiet where we can talk?" Sarah asked Patricia.

"As you wish, follow me."

The four of them returned to the drawing room they had been in earlier.

"Right then Sarah, here's the deal, the basic rate per fight is £200, rising to £350 if you win, in the event of a draw you will get £275, does that sound acceptable to you?"

"Erm yes, that sounds fine," the little blonde replied, gobsmacked. She turned to look at Wendy, her eyes sparkling and a broad smile on her face.

"Do it babe, do it pleeease!" the big girl begged.

"Fine," she sighed, "Where do I sign?"

"You don't sign anything," Patricia smiled, "It's just an informal agreement between me and you that you will fight here whenever you're available, okay?"

"Okay."

"Good, because I want you to fight at next weekend's event."

"Erm, okay," the little blonde replied nervously.

"Good," the older woman beamed, "Right, shall we get back to the main room?"

They all walked back down the corridor, Patricia turned to Saskia,

"Well that's one of them on board, now we just need Wendy."

"Don't worry," Saskia replied with devious smile on her face," we'll get her, we'll get her "......



An Invitation Only



She whimpered again, and then felt his lips against hers, a soft, tender kiss. She turned her head to avoid his touch. He smoothed her hair back and got off her. She could hear him walking away, a door closing, and his footsteps receding. She lay there, hurt and exhausted for what seemed like an hour. She heard water running, the close of another door, and then the footsteps were approaching again. She heard the latch of a door unlocking, and the steps moved closer, stopping at what seemed only inches from her. Being blindfolded made every sense stronger; she could hear his breathing, feel the slightest breeze, smell the faintest aroma. He leaned close to her, she could feel his breath on her ear.

"I won’t hurt you if you don’t try to fight me, I promise." He told her. 

"Then let me go!" She cried.

"No." It was a flat declaration. She felt the bed shift and knew that he was sitting beside her. She felt his fingertips skimming her bare arm, up to her wrist where a knot of nylon rope held her to the bed frame. She felt him working at the knot, tugging at it until it became loose, and he guided her hand through it until her left arm was free. She pulled it close to her body, as if to protect herself from roaming hands. But she only felt the breath of his mouth come closer to her face, and felt him reaching for the other hand, untying the ropes that held her down. She felt his rough, wet tongue lick her lips, pushing them apart. She pulled free, but her ankles were still bound. She sat up and swung towards the face that was only inches from where she was. She thought she had hit her target, but realized that it was his hand protecting his face. He grasped her wrists and flung her down on the bed again.

"I told you I didn’t want to hurt you." He breathed, barely above a whisper. His voice was taut with rage. He leaned closer and kissed her, his tongue forcing her lips to part. When she refused to unclench her teeth, he pulled at the back of her hair until she gasped at the pain. His tongue plunged inside her mouth, probing the dark crevices and planes. She whimpered in protest, trying to turn her head, but he had her hair bunched tightly in his fist. He bit down on her bottom lip as she tried to struggle. 

She cried out and began to struggle furiously. "Dammit!" He hissed. "Stop struggling, and I won’t hurt you!" She stopped moving, curious as to whether he would lighten his grip on her. He kissed her again, softly, gently. 

She experimented by moving her head a bit to the side, away from his mouth. She felt him pulling at her hair lightly, and his teeth grazing her lip again. He murmured a warning and she lay still again. She felt his tongue probing her mouth, coaxing her tongue to play with his. She complied, seeing what would happen if she cooperated. He groaned against her mouth and pressed his lips harder against hers, plunging his tongue deep into her mouth as hers danced around it, pressing against it. Her skin began to warm, her heart beating harder, pounding beneath her eyelids, in her ears, in her wounds. She remembered her injuries, and felt them aching. She moaned in protest and pain. He pulled back, tenderly touching her face where there was a dark bruise forming on her cheek. She winced and cried out a muffled groan. 

"I know it hurts." He told her, lovingly. His words were a caress, soft and loving, as if he was a parent comforting a child. 

She felt him moving down her body, his fingers skimming along her sides, down to her hips, lingering over her mound, probing gently through the fabric of the dress she still wore. His fingers continued lower, along her thighs, stopping to gently survey her scraped knees and moving lower to loosen the binds at her ankles. She pulled free of the ropes, pulling her knees up. She rolled over, ready to run, tugging at her blindfold. She felt a hand grasp her ankle, another grabbing her wrist and she was pulled towards him, onto her back. She tried to use her other hand to lift her blindfold, but the male hand left her ankle and clasped her free hand, pinning her to the bed. He nuzzled her neck, then licked the smooth column. She let out a sigh, and he bit into her soft flesh. She winced and roared out a protest. 

"You filthy bastard! Let me GO!" She screamed. 

She opened her mouth, letting out a blood-curdling scream. He throttled it with his mouth, pressing harshly against her lips, plunging his tongue into her open mouth. She stopped, letting him gentle the kiss, his lips warm against hers. He let her right hand free. She left it there, unmoving, afraid of the pain it would cause if she tried to push away. He tentatively moved his hand to her waist, massaging the flesh there, feeling the tight muscles of her stomach. She didn’t flinch, didn’t try to move away, so he moved his hand lower, to the slit in her dress, feeling her bare skin. 

He eased his hand behind her, cupping her bottom in his palm as he pulled her closer to his chest. His hand kept roving, to the crack of her ass, following it down to her damp sex. He let his fingertips caress the outer lips, playing in the curls covering her pussy. She could feel her slit heating up, wanting him to probe further into her waiting womanhood. She half moaned in panic, half in anticipation, trying to move away from his hand. He lifted his hand and pulled it away from behind her bottom, and then she felt his hand grasping her thigh, holding it still. She tried to clamp her legs together, but his hand pushed against her inner thigh, pushing her legs apart as he pinned the other thigh beneath his. 

She tried to struggle, but he only lifted his mouth from hers. She froze, afraid of what pain was to come from her punishment. "Kayla, please... I’m not going to hurt you... . if you’ll just let me do this. Just give in to it. God, I know you want it as much as I do, I know what you’ve been looking for." He assured her. Her mind raced. How could he know anything about her? She didn’t know him at all! Was he reading her mind? She settled, letting her body relax. He felt the tension leave her body.

 "Oh, Kay, I’ve wanted this for so long. God, I’ve missed you so much. I’ve spent so many sleepless nights thinking of you, wishing you were in my arms, wanting to hold you." He whispered into her ear as he nuzzled it. Shivers ran down her neck, to her stomach and thighs. She knew his voice, she knew him somehow. Why couldn’t she remember? She felt his tongue delving into the crevices of her ear, tracing the curves and soft flesh of her earlobe, suckling the small, hooped earrings that pierced her supple flesh. 

She spoke, unsure that if she did, she might be punished. "I don’t know you,... ... I swear."

"But you do know me. Have you forgotten me?" He asked. She could feel his body tense against hers. Oh God, was he mad? She felt his hand lift from her thigh. Panicked screamed through her mind, he was going to hit her! She opened her mouth to cry out, to beg him not to hurt her, but he wasn’t going to hit her. He reached up to her face, laying his hand against her undamaged cheek. 

"I’ll get you some aspirin." He said quickly. He left her abruptly, getting off of the bed and walking away. She heard cupboards opening and closing, water running again, and he walked back through the door, into the room. She felt him sit next to her, holding her head up as his thumb urged her lips to part. She felt two pills fall onto her tongue, and then a glass was held up to her lips. She sipped greedily at it and swallowed. The man set the glass next to the bed and pulled her into his arms. 

"Don’t fight me, just let me hold you." He said softly. She didn’t fight. She wrapped her arms around his neck and sobbed, releasing all the pain and fear that she felt. She felt so safe wrapped in his embrace, even though she didn’t know him, wasn’t sure what he would do to her. She inhaled his scent, a woodsy smell, like the forest after it has rained for days. Her face lay against his chest, his clothed torso. He was warm, his muscles rippling under her touch. She tried to push her blindfold up and over her head, but he pulled her closer. 

"Not yet... please." He begged. She ignored him, pushing father. She felt his hand trap hers, putting it back behind his neck as he pulled the blindfold back into place. He lifted her into his arms and stood, carrying her across the room, towards light that was shining behind her blindfold and into a steamy room. He set her down on her bare feet, against cold, tiled floor. He reached his hands around, unzipping the back of her dress as she felt his chest pressing against her breasts. He slowly pulled the zipper down her back, letting his other hand caress the soft flesh that was revealed. She sighed, the feeling of his rough hands comfort her. 

She felt his hands leave her back, and felt them again against her thighs. He kneeled, tugging her torn stocking off her legs, down past her calves to her ankles, and then he lifted each foot, pulling the stocking off as she put her hands on his shoulders for support. He was so tender, making sure not to touch her scraped knees. She felt him rise again, her hands dropping from his shoulders as they raised high above her own. His hands slid along her arms, up to her shoulders. He slipped two fingers under the straps of her dress and pushed them down her arms, letting the dress fall into a pile at her feet. She heard him take in a quick breath as he surveyed her nakedness. 

"You’ve become so beautiful, Kay." He told her. No one in the present could tell her that, no one knew her before a couple of years ago when she moved to the city. Kayla tried to think of who could be here in NYC, someone who came from where she had come, a dinky little town in Washington. Her mind became blank as she felt his hands under her thighs, lifting her again, and she felt herself being lowered into warm water. She heard bubbles popping around her as she sunk into the tub. A bubble bath. 

The water felt wonderful against her cold skin, but it burned her scrapes and she winced against the slight pain. He heard her intake of breath and let his hands fall away as she settled into the bath. He reached into the water and lifted an ankle, raising it out of the water, causing her leg to be revealed beneath the bubbles. She felt his fingers against the abrasion at her knee, gently rubbing away the dirt and dried blood. Then she felt his lips softly pressing against her torn skin. He did this to each of her elbows and her other knee. Then she felt a wash cloth at her cheek, gently wiping against it. She flinched, the pain washing over her again. He whispered to her, "I know it hurts, but we’ve got to get you clean. You’re a mess. The aspirin will kick in soon." 

At his words, the pain did begin to subside, and she let herself sink into the tub farther, until her breasts were under the water, and her knees were poking out from underneath the bubbles. She laid her head against the back of the tub and sighed. She heard him rustling, the sound of a zipper, the rustle of fabric. She quickly pushed the blindfold up, knowing that he would be too busy undressing to notice her. The light caused her to squint until she was used to the light. She pulled the blindfold all the way off and threw it away from the tub. She glanced up at the man turned slightly away from her. The bouncer! But he hadn’t given her a second glance! Didn’t even seem phased by her try at coy seduction! She gasped, and he turned abruptly, their eyes locking. 

"YOU!" She yelled. She started to rise from the bath, the water swooshing around her body and sliding down her curves as she stood. She hadn’t stood on her own since the incident at the club until now, and the blow to her head made her head pound, and her blood rush. She tipped forward, trying to grasp the rim of the tub for support. She felt his hands like manacles at her waist, holding her up and forcing her to sit back down. She fought against him, pushing his arms and hands away as she stumbled out of the bath and fell to the floor. She crawled on her knees toward the door, feeling each pound on the tile with her scraped knees, leaving a slight trail of watery blood on the white floor. 

She started to rise, trying to get to her feet, and began to run. She could hear him behind her, running after her. She threw herself towards the door, entering the bedroom where she must have been earlier. She saw a faint light at the opposite end, another doorway. She ran for it as fast as she could. Just as she raced past the bed, she was caught in a strong grip that tripped her, making her fall against the side of the bed as she scrambled for support. She pulled at the blankets, anything to help her to her feet again. The grip on her ankle flipped her over, pulling her towards him as he came to her on his knees. She cried out a panicked scream. He fell on top of her, muffling the scream with his hand, his body hard against hers and he held her close. She began to struggle, flailing her legs and shaking her head, trying to dislodge his hand. 

"Stop it!" He hissed. Rage echoed through his voice. She immediately complied, afraid of the anger she heard and her vulnerable position. He was on top of her, and they were both naked. She realized this sooner than he. He looked into her eyes, and understood what she was thinking. He smiled at her wide, frightened eyes through the red haze that had temporarily blinded him and thrust his hips provocatively against hers. Her eyes widened as she felt his awakening arousal nestled between her thighs. He got up, pulling her to her feet and throwing her on the bed. She sat up and backed away from the edge, towards the opposite side of the bed. He looked at her, a warning in his eyes. She stopped and watched him as he stroked his now hardening shaft, looking directly at her face as she watched his hand working at his dick. 

The plum head swelled, and the length of it was veined and straining. It was so big, bigger than any penis she had ever seen before in pictures and movies. Maybe he was a porn star before he became a bouncer, she thought fleetingly. She half laughed at her irrational string of consciousness, and then whimpered as that thought led to another; that he wanted to be inside of her, but she was still a virgin! She never met anyone she wanted to give her innocence to, and she didn’t want him to steal it from her! He kneeled onto the bed, inching towards her. 

"Please don’t!" she cried out in a burst of breathless, fearful anticipation. He ignored her and stopped stroking himself. He began stalking her like a predator seeking his prey. She shrank against the head of the bed, pulling herself into a ball. He grasped her ankle and roughly yanked her downward, pulling her towards him until her bottom was nestled against his knees. He pinned her arms down and leaned forward until his nose was almost touching hers, the back of her legs against his chest, her femininity and bottom nestled against his thighs. She could feel his shaft against her inner thigh, pressing intimately there. He kissed her, not roughly, but sweetly, as if he had suspected she was chaste. 

His tongue plunged into her mouth, and she touched her own tongue to his, delving into his mouth, ready to become a reckless wanton if it would help her escape faster. He settled his weight on top of her, pushing her back into the bed, pinning her down, her legs wrapped around his torso. She felt his hands leave her arms and cup her breasts, kneading them and squeezing the soft flesh there. His fingers found her nipples and plucked at them lightly, turning them between his fingers, making them hard and sensitive. She moaned into his mouth, and he plunged his tongue in deeper. His tongue became hard as he explored her and tangled with her own tongue, forcing it back into her mouth. 

He shackled her wrists again with the rope, tying her down once again. She pulled at the restraints, letting him know that she wasn’t comfortable. He ignored her silent pleas and kissed her neck, biting softly on the smooth, sensitive flesh. He moved lower until he was suckling her nipple while his hand played with the soft hair at her sex. She tried to struggle, but his chest was locked between her legs. He let his hand delve deeper into her sex, into the dampness that was collecting there. He slipped a finger into her wet pussy, probing the virgin hole, separating the lips and exploring the folds. She moaned again, sighing and closing her eyes as he licked her nipple and moved to work on the other one. His finger pushed in farther, inside of her, finding the delicate barrier of her hymen. He stopped unexpectedly and looked at her face. 

"You’re a virgin?! Jesus Christ! You of all people?!" He hissed. He thought back to the evening, how she had danced so seductively in front of him will all those men groping her while he watched. She must be the only virgin who knew how move like that. She moved like a high-priced whore! He looked down at her through the red haze that had settled over his vision. She was sobbing, her body shaking convulsively. 

"Well, time to teach you a lesson in teasing." He hissed, half teasing. She cried out, a wrenching sob that echoed around the room. He felt a pain in his heart, seeing this helpless creature beneath him. And then he heard a loud CRACK before he felt the pain. She had slapped him and was raising her hand again in a fist. He felt another blow against his brow, this time a sickening thud. He reeled back against the bed. She kicked him with the heel of her foot in his shoulder. She had gotten lose.

"You sick fuck... " She whispered to him. He wasn’t defeated, but he didn’t let her know that. He wanted to know how far she’d go, wanted to hear an explanation. "... you can never have me. I’m too good for you. You, who has to rape virgins to get laid. Serves you right, asshole." He sat up, watching her as she moved around the bed, staring at him with loathing in her eyes. She looked around in the dim light and moved towards the door that led to the bathroom. She found her clothes in a pile on the tile in front of the tub. She glanced back, seeing if he had gotten off of the bed yet. He remained motionless, watching her, a gleam in his eyes. She plucked her dress from the floor, damp from water that had sloshed over the sides. She pulled it over her head and smoothed it past her hips. 

She had no idea what had become of her shoes, so she proceeded to leave without them. She walked back into the bedroom, eyeing the man on the bed studying her. She walked towards the light that illuminated a doorway at the opposite end of the room. She heard the bed creak under his weight. She turned immediately, looking for him. The candles had been blown out and the room was dark. Her eyes strained to adjust as she backed away from the bed. Just as she saw movement, she felt an arm like a shackle wrap around her chest from behind, pulling her hard against his muscled chest. 

She felt another hand groping for the hem of her dress, hitching it up over her hips, and finally ripping it down the middle as he pulled it taut over her breasts. She felt herself being pushed forward, being tipped over the back of a chair, leaving her bottom in the air. She felt his fingers pushing into her slippery sex preparing her for his invasion, making sure she was ready for him, and then leaving just as suddenly. Her put his hands on her waist and pulled her back to his hips.

The plum head of his dick slid between the folds of her cunt, sliding back and forth over her clit, smearing her flowing juices over her pussy lips. She tried to stand, to struggle against him, but was pushed back down forcefully. As to punish her for her attempt at escape he pressed against her hole as she felt the thick crown of his cock pushing insistently at her virgin sex. It barely slipped inside, threatening to tear her in two. He teased her this way, prolonging her torture as he rocked back and forth into her ever so slightly. She let out a muffled sob, and he pushed violently into her, breaking her hymen. She cried out, only half in pain. She felt warm blood running down the inside of her thighs.




An Invitation Only



He held himself inside of her, motionless for what seemed like hours. Suddenly she felt his cock withdrawing, then plunging deep again, pulsing at the gates of her womb. He thrust into her hard, over and over. She felt the pain give away to pleasure and she spread her legs further apart and pushed back against him. She heard him groan at the realization of her compliance as he leaned over, pressing his chest into her back, obviously happy with her sudden surrender to him. He reached around her and found her clit with his fingers, rubbing it in cadence to his thrusts. She moaned, lifting her head and turning her face into her captor’s neck. She licked the salty flesh there, whimpering and spurring him on with her muffled, incoherently sexual whispers. 

"Please... " she heard herself say in a rasping voice. He moaned again, unable to bear what her words did to him, turning her head up towards his face, locking her lips in a stormy, demanding kiss. His tongue matched the movement of the thrusts of his cock, his fingers rubbing up and down, drawing circles over the pulsating pearl of her clit while his other hand holding her hip as he thrust into her. Their breath mingled as they tried to catch it. 

She heard his hoarse cries ringing in her ears and felt the swell of his cock deep in her pussy as he shot his sticky, sweet sap into her newly initiated sex. He rubbed her clit furiously, thrusting his throbbing organ relentlessly into her, trying to make her cum with him. She could feel it building inside of her... her orgasm and his seed. Suddenly she felt as though she was on the verge of something, a slight tickle in her sex, then a throbbing need to throw herself into the white hot summit that lay on the other side of a chasm that swallowed her completely. She looked up into his face as she came, watching him watch her. Her vision turned white, clouding on the edges until all she could see were his eyes, smiling down at her, full of love and passion. 

"Jeff... " she whimpered. The waves rocked through her, the realization and the orgasm. She cried out and closed her eyes, throwing her head back against his shoulder as she felt his lips on her neck and his fingers slowing their steady rhythm on her clit. She fell into the chasm, slowly falling into his arms as they wrapped around her and held her tightly. She had found her lover, she had fallen in love.



An Invitation to Swing



The invitation read: 





An Invitation to Tiffany



"So, when are you going to make an honest woman out of me?" Lucy asked her boyfriend. They had just spent the last three hours having sex that had almost exhausted both of them -- emphasis on the "almost". The sensual brunette was in fabulous shape and could fuck for hours. Al Taylor was 45, ran marathons and had more endurance then any man she had ever been with, even ones half his age. Lucy herself was only a bit older than half Al's age, having just celebrated her 24th birthday the previous month.

"I thought you didn't want to get married?" Al asked as she got out of bed and wrapped herself in a terrycloth robe. "I've asked you a few times before and you turned me down." He was glad about that because recent events had caused him to re-think his position on marriage. He didn't want the apple cart upset as yet.

"I'm still not sure I do, but one of these times, I might say yes," she smiled. She adored Al and she adored his daughter, Tiffany. They were almost joined at the hip and Tiffany had pretty sexy hips to be joined to. Lucy had known she liked girls since she was young and Tiffany was a lot of girl to like. A 5'9" bombshell with a perpetual smile, a nice wiggle in her walk and tits that just cried to be sucked on, that was her boyfriend's daughter. Of course, she had good genes. Al was amazing looking and kept in incredible shape and she knew his ex-wife Jennifer still modeled, even though she was nearing 40.

Al watched his girlfriend getting dressed and he was glad she had other commitments today. Tomorrow, she would be out of town for almost a week. That would give him and Jen a lot of time together. Two years ago, the anger had been fast and furious and their divorce full of bile. She had left him, saying that she was a lesbian and he couldn't give her what she needed. She remained close to their daughter and slowly, they eased the bitterness and tensions that had come between them. One night, they had a few extra drinks and ended up in bed together. Jennifer confessed that while she loved women, she still needed cock. None of her lovers with their various assortment of toys could fuck her the way a man could. The way that Al could. She asked him if he'd consider being a fuck-friend. He had no problem with that, although he was seeing Lucy. It wasn't serious between them and she had turned down each and every proposal he had offered. Now he and Jen were getting hot and heavy. She had even suggested their getting back together. The way that Jennifer fucked, it was tempting. The two years she had been screwing girls made her even hotter. She had also maintained every inch of her 34C-24-34 figure. If possible, she was even hotter and now sported a very sexy tan.

"I'll see you next week," Lucy smiled as she walked downstairs. In reality, she didn't leave until tomorrow. Her flight was at 2 PM the next day, but she didn't want her boyfriend knowing about her plans. 

Her plans with Tiffany.

Lucy drove her car to a nice little bistro where they had decided to meet. She smiled when she saw the bosomy blonde. The dress and silver top the young girl wore were practically indecent. God, did she know how hot she was? She probably did. The two of them hugged and sat down to lunch.

"Have you thought about it?" Tiffany came straight out and asked the question.

"Sweetheart, it's all I've been able to think about since you asked me," Lucy answered honestly. "I need to know if you're sure -- really sure."

"Yes, definitely."

"Okay, well the first request I can grant," Lucy smiled. Tiffany had confessed a few weeks prior that she was getting curious about sex and kinky sex at that. She wanted to have sex with a girl. More specifically, she wanted to have sex with her new best friend, Lucy. The next bombshell she dropped was bigger.

"I want to fuck Daddy or be there when you and Daddy are fucking and eventually, join you," the curvy blonde had stated calmly. "I can hear you two and I think my dad is a wonderful fucker. I want to find out for myself, it drives me wild. I bet if you let me join you, we could get Daddy to fuck me."

Lucy didn't doubt that, few men with a pair of balls would have been able to resist the leggy blonde. She just wasn't sure if she wanted to open that can of worms. Ultimately, it wouldn't be her choice. Tiffany would move on her own if she had to. Lucy would just do what she could to make sure the timing was right.

"God, you look so -- HOT -- in that outfit," Lucy was almost salivating over her girlfriend.

"I know," Tiffany giggled. "Although the leather pants and that low-cut blouse with 3-inch heels you're wearing isn't exactly subtle," she smiled. There was obviously a mutual seduction going on here.

Al smiled when his ex-wife showed up. He'd had a chance to shower and shave and put clean sheets on the bed. "You look amazing," he smiled and kissed her.

The bronzed ash-blonde grinned. "I'm staying overnight, so I'll cook dinner for us. You're going to need your strength because I've been horny all fucking week, missing your fucking cock. My girlfriend is exhausted, she's glad of the break," she laughed. "Speaking of girls, where is our daughter?"

"Spending the night with a friend," Al answered as she started upstairs. One thing about Jen, she didn't waste time. "She won't be home until tomorrow."

"Good, because I intend to be loud," Jennifer laughed. "Don't you worry she might hear you and what's-her-name?"

"I'm sure she has, but she and Lucy are best buds," Al told Jennifer as they entered the bedroom. "If I know our daughter, she's probably grilled Lucy about our sex life starting from the first time."

"It doesn't bother you?"

"No, not really," he said as he got his shirt off. Jennifer was already wearing just a bra, thong and heels and stretched out seductively. Times like this he remembered very well why he had married her. "Tiffany is an adult and Lucy is very open. I have nothing to be embarrassed about, we're all above board." Saying that, he got into bed with his ex and Jen took his cock into her mouth. The only secret he had was his affair, if one could call it that, with her. He wondered if Lucy would object if she knew. He knew she had been with girls. Did he dare hope ...?

Lucy's long tongue was snaking around Tiffany's navel, flicking at the dangling piercing. She had already sampled those marvelous tits and kissed lips as soft as a cloud. Tiffany rolled on top and her eyes looked down at her friend. "Okay, I know I like girls," she giggled as her hands fondled Lucy's big boobs. "I love playing with these; can I do it some more?"

Lucy nodded. "We have all day and the rest of the night to play, my flight isn't until tomorrow. I had to be a bit sneaky with your father; you can't very well say 'Bye darling, I'm going to spend the next 24 hours fucking your daughter', can you?" 

Tiffany giggled. "I'm not sure. It would all depend on how he reacts. I still want to fuck him. From what you've told me, my mother was nuts to leave him. I know she likes girls now, but you can have both. I think that's ideal, having a girlfriend and a boyfriend."

"Do you hear me arguing?" Lucy laughed. She and the gorgeous blonde nineteen-year old were now rubbing their luscious tits and horny pussies together. Tiffany had given her food for thought. If she were to accept Al's proposal and become his wife, she could conceivably have both him and Tiffany as her lovers. If he was cool with that, maybe other girls as well?

"This feels so GOOD!" Tiffany moaned as she felt Lucy's fingers gliding into her cunt. Having a girl was fucking amazing, Mom was right about that. She had met a few of Jen's playmates, all younger blondes like Tiffany herself. She didn't blame her mom or the girls. Jennifer still had a killer body and the girls she picked were young, leggy and hot. Several of them reminded Tiffany -- of herself. She wondered if that was a conscious choice on her mother's part.

"Fuck, LICK ME!" Tiffany moaned as Lucy started going down on her waxed cunt. She would think about her mom later. Much later.

"Fuck, LICK ME!" Jennifer groaned as her husband licked on her trimmed cunt. Since their divorce and rediscovering men, she had been with a few others. Some older and many younger. None of them held a candle to Al. She felt like an ass for leaving him and their marriage and Tiffany. It was still hard to realize her little girl was an adult -- a very beautiful adult. She had inherited both of their good genes. She wondered if her daughter was also bi? Did she have a boyfriend? If so, she didn't talk about him. She did constantly babble on about Lucy. Jennifer felt almost as if her daughter was also dating the brunette. Did Tiffany have a girl-crush on her friend? That was okay, but had it gone any further? She pushed her husband's head away and smiled. His cock was half-stiff. Time to make it fully ready.

Tiffany was now eating her first pussy and loving it. Lucy was sexy all over and it just oozed out. She had no idea her desire was 100% reciprocated. Lucy had been hot for her for months and now that she had her hooks in the sexy young blonde, she wasn't letting go. They would spend the night girl-fucking and she'd make damned sure Tiffany kept on coming back. Lucy believed that once Al learned of his daughter's desires, he would come to accept them. He was a true hedonist at heart and he knew how fucking gorgeous Tiffany was. Lucy moved her tongue in and out of Tiffany's cunt as their sixty-nine grew hotter. A thought flitted through her mind and she wondered if the mom was as hot as the daughter?

"God, this is amazing," the blonde teen panted. "Why didn't anyone tell me it was this good? I would have been fucking girls a lot sooner than this, a lot of my girlfriends are HOT!"

"You likely weren't ready, baby," Lucy said as she snuggled up alongside her girlfriend. She stroked along Tiffany's smooth legs. "Sometimes it's the waiting that makes it better. I'm glad you liked it though -- we should have something to eat or drink and then we can fuck again, okay?"

"I said we should have something to eat and drink and then, go back to fucking," Jennifer giggled as she put on her dress. She didn't bother with panties or a bra as she knew the dress wouldn't be staying on too long anyway. "I'd forgotten what a machine I'd been married to, you always could fuck for hours. Nice to know you haven't lost your touch." Jennifer headed downstairs to prepare some food for them both.

"I practice," Al joked. He saw Jennifer smile and he was glad that she didn't seem to be jealous. Perhaps someday, he really could have them both. He was sure Jen would be into Lucy, but would the reverse be true? He felt his cock twitch and covered himself before going downstairs to eat.

For the remainder of the week, Tiffany and Lucy stayed in contact by phone. She was insistent that when Lucy got back from her trip, she and her father would talk it over and invite Tiffany to join them in bed. Lucy had lent her a toy to help take the edge off. It wasn't helping much; she was constantly horny at the thought of fucking her handsome father and her gorgeous girlfriend together.

Al found himself missing Lucy and feeling a bit guilty about his fling with Jennifer. Not guilty enough to end it, not now. It was still too hot between them. Guilty enough that when Lucy got home, he'd tell her about it and hope she'd be alright with it. He and Jen had already decided if she was, they would all fuck together and work things out. As he walked home from her condo, fucked and slightly frazzled, he wondered why his daughter had been in such a good mood all day?

When he got home, Tiffany was in a skimpy silver skirt and equally skimpy top. Her midriff was bared, flat and tanned. He hadn't known she had a piercing, although it sure looked sexy -- his daughter had some body! "You've been all smiles, all day," he said as he hugged her. Was it his imagination or was she pressing just a little too close? "What's the reason behind that?"

"I think that be my fault, handsome," Al heard Lucy's voice coming from the kitchen. "I called last night and told her I was coming home a day early and wanted to surprise you." When his girlfriend emerged, he was stunned. Her outfit was black and sheer and she was wearing 4-inch stiletto heels. This was bedroom attire, a "fuck me now" outfit if ever there was one. "Tiffany and I have something we've wanted to ask you for a few months now and I promised her that we would when I got back. Okay sweetheart, the ball is in your court now," the sensual brunette said to Tiffany. She gave her a devilish kiss that took Al by surprise. Just exactly what was going on here?

"Daddy, I hope you can handle this but ... hoo boy ... Daddy, I like girls. I've had sex with Lucy, we did it a lot! Don't worry Daddy, I still like men -- well, I like A man, Daddy. It's you Daddy! Lucy promised me that I could ask you if I could go to bed with you two and watch and if you'd let me, join in?" Her voice rose a bit at the end, making her sound hopeful.

Al wasn't even sure that he blinked for a few minutes. He could see that his girlfriend now had her arm around Tiffany's waist. They looked incredible together, a sexy blonde and a curvy brunette. They obviously couldn't undo their having had sex together and that was their right. They were both adults and he knew Lucy enjoyed women. Nor could he cast any stones as he had still continued screwing Jennifer. The only issue was the incest. Could he overcome any reservations he might have and fuck his gorgeous, busty, leggy, blonde ...

Christ, as he thought about her, his dick was hardening. "Yeah," Al said to the now-squealing women. "Yeah, I might be damned for eternity, but the two of you in bed with me -- what moron would pass that up? You're sure honey, you really want this?"

Tiffany practically jumped into his arms and rubbed herself all over him. "Mmm, can't you tell how much I want this, lover-Daddy? I've wanted us to fuck for a while and Lucy is going to give me some pointers. I'm going to give you blowjobs and let you fuck me any time you want and be your own daughter-whore. Not only that, whenever you fuck Lucy, you can fuck us both. We really click, she knows what a girl really likes!"

Lucy whispered in Al's ear "She's a little nymph in bed. Don't worry about her, baby. The little slut can take whatever the two of us dish out."

Al nodded and each of his girls took his arm and led him upstairs. "Watch us, lover," Lucy smiled as she drew the curvy blonde to her. They wrapped themselves around each other and made out. Lots of tongue action and lots of fondling and dirty words. They were putting on a lesbian show to arouse Al and it was working just fine. Tiffany got off the bed and went to her father. "It's time, Daddy," she said as she unzipped his pants and drew out his cock. "Time for me to suck your dick and become your slut. I wannit Daddy, real bad. Don't you?"

Al nodded, not trusting his own words. Tiffany started sucking his cock and to his amazement, his girlfriend lifted his daughter's skirt. She wore no panties and Lucy winked at him as she buried her face in Tiffany's cunt and ass. She let the little bitch have everything she had while Tiffany bobbed her head up and down on her father's thick cock. It was the first one she had ever sucked and she loved the meaty taste and the way it twitched and how hot it was getting. Add to that the wonderful tongue action Lucy was giving her and Tiffany was in heaven. Her pussy was flowing and she knew that she was right where she had to be. "Eat me, Lucy," she groaned between mouthfuls of prick. "Eat my fucking cunt while I suck my Daddy!"

Lucy wasn't going to argue because the girl had a truly delicious pussy and she had already become addicted to it. It made her decision easier. The next time Al asked her, she was going to move in. She would then have two hot lovers and enjoy the best of both worlds. Her man's thick cock and her young girlfriend's perfect, curvy body!

Al shot his load into his daughter's mouth. He half-expected her to gag, but she didn't. She swallowed most of it and saved some of it for Lucy. The girls got back up on the bed and kept kissing. "Eat your daughter, you motherfucking bastard," Lucy snarled. She knew he loved to hear her talk like this. "Eat the little whore and make her cum and she can eat me, too! She's a filthy little slut, isn't she?"

"I am, Daddy!" Tiffany groaned. "I'm a filthy, bi-sexual slut!" She buried her face in Lucy's cunt while her father glommed on to hers. His mouth was almost as good as Lucy's and she started to cum the minute Daddy began eating her out!

Tiffany thrilled to the incest and to the threesome. She thought that if Daddy fucked as good as he ate pussy, nothing could possibly be any better. She loved having him eat her but whimpered at the thought of having her first fuck with her father.

"Screw me, Daddy," Tiffany panted as he lifted his head from between her thighs. "Put your cock inside me and make me your personal daughter-whore. Yours and hers -- I'm going to fuck you both whenever you want, it's what I'm meant for!"

Al wasn't entirely sure he disagreed with her. Tiffany got on all fours and he slid his cock right inside of her. He found nothing barring his entrance, not knowing his girlfriend had taken care of that with a strap-on. Tiffany had wanted her first fuck with Daddy to be flawless and it was. She was slamming back on Al's cock and still managing to stimulate Lucy's cunt with her mouth and fingers. Tiffany was going to be a force to be reckoned with, she was a sexual dynamo. Allowing her to join them in bed had been the right decision. Al didn't seem to have a problem with it and Tiffany sure wasn't complaining. Lucy herself was stunned at how well he was holding out and again, she thought she should stake her claim soon.

"Well -- doesn't this look like a good time is being had by all?" Everyone turned in the direction of the voice and saw a skimpily-clad Jennifer standing in the door of her ex's bedroom. "I thought maybe I could get one last fuck with my husband before you returned, but it looks like I missed the mark," Jennifer sighed. "Still, you look like you're all having a good time."

Tiffany was quick to react. "We are, Mommy. Why don't you take off your clothes -- well, the little you're wearing -- and join us? We can be a real fucking family, I'll eat your pussy while Daddy keeps fucking me. You and Lucy haven't met, she's a filthy slut -- like me!" Tiffany giggled.

Jennifer decided to rise to her daughter's challenge and removed her clothes. She had no qualms about incest as everyone in the room was old enough to make decisions. Besides, Tiffany was a gorgeous and desirable little whore and now she could fuck Al in the open. It was all good.

Once her daughter's tongue alit, Jennifer saw stars. She began working over Lucy's lush tits while her ex and daughter fucked like rabbits. No one was angry or laying blame. It was all good and soon, it was all multi-orgasmic.

The next morning, the four of them talked. Al once again asked Lucy to move in. "On ONE condition," she smiled. "I get to keep fucking Tiffany AND you invite Jennifer to move in too. You two belong together. I don't mind sharing you and you'll have two wives and all the pussy you can handle," she smiled. "What do you say, Jen? Do you want to move back in to the house and live with the three of us?"

Jennifer smiled as she remembered the three powerful orgasms the busty brunette had provided her. She also remembered all of the lesbian play between herself, Lucy and Tiffany while Al was showering. "I don't see any reason not to," she smiled and fondled one of Tiffany's bared breasts. "I think there is still a lot you and I can teach Tiffany, she's still got a long way to go before she matches us in the slut department."




An Invitation to Tiffany



"I'll catch up fast," Tiffany smiled and stroked her mother's round tits. "I am a really quick study."



An Invitation to View



"An invitation to view..."

Mum's friend models her corset and seduces him

Although he was home from college for the summer, he usually got up fairly early. Once his mum had gone out to work he liked to do jobs around the house, and getting up early also gave him plenty of time to surf the net and watch some videos. Given what he watched he certainly did not want to be disturbed doing either.

Last evening his mother had asked him to take a parcel to her friend Anna who lived a few doors away. The prospect excited and daunted him. Although nearly twice his age and slimmer than he usually liked, he found Anna very sexy. She had pale piercing eyes and shoulder-length chestnut hair. Her breasts were small and her hips fairly narrow, but both were in perfect proportion to her petite build. Her legs were slender and, though she was not particularly tall, their slenderness made them seem long and alluring. She never wore anything provocative but she always dressed smartly, and this gave her an understated sexiness.

Her age and friendship with his mother, coupled with his shyness, made her seem unattainable. Maybe that was part of the attraction he felt.

Then there was THAT Parcel. Apparently the week before he had come home his mother had hosted some ladieswear party. The Parcel contained whatever Anna had ordered. He had felt the contents through the thin plastic wrapping but had been unable to guess what it was. A skirt? If so, how long or short, was it? A dress? If so, what fabric? Would it fit loosely or tightly? Or might the parcel contain something more risque, lingerie or nightwear? A satin, lace-trimmed camisole or nightdress? Designer bra and panties?

He longed to tease the parcel open and peek inside, but knew that it was impossible. The plastic was thin and the self-adhesive sealing strip so strong that once open, however little, it would be impossible to re-seal without it being obvious that it had been tampered with. The mystery of its contents and the prospect of taking it to his mother's friend had kept him awake much of the night. He had masturbated twice as he pictured his mother's friend in a short black satin nightdress or a close-fitting dress.

His mother was now at work and he had waited until mid-morning before taking the parcel round. His heart was pounding in his chest as he knocked on Anna's door. His heart beat faster as she opened it and smiled at him. Her shoulder length chestnut hair was natural but shiny and her pale eyes looked into his. He tried not to look at her breasts but failed. He glanced at them and made himself look back into her face.

"Er, hi Anna. I brought this round from my mum. She said it's from that party."

She raised her eyebrows and smiled.

"Oh, come in. I'll write a cheque for you to give to her."

He stepped into the kitchen and gazed at the hem of her black, knee-length skirt as she went up the hall and into the lounge. Her skirt hugged her hips and firm-looking backside, and below its hem her legs were long and slender. The subtle back slit gave an alluring glimpse of her pale, bare thighs. Unknown to him she sensed with some satisfaction that he was gazing at her, and smiled to herself.

She came back a few minutes later with her chequebook. She made sure that she leaned forward over the kitchen work surface to write the cheque so that her blouse puckered forward to grant a glimpse of the tops of her small, pale breasts. He blushed. She tore out the cheque and passed it to him. He glanced at her pale eyes and hair, and at her open neckline. Her skin looked soft. Between two of her blouse buttons he caught a glimpse of her bra and bare skin. He looked into her piercing eyes and wondered if she had caught him looking at her breasts.

"There you go, love".

"LOVE". She had not called him that in years. He felt a further blush and a shudder of delight ran down his spine, and he wondered if there was any significance in her use of the term.

"Er... thanks, Anna..."

He was about to go, but to his surprise she tore open the bag. He found his gaze drawn to it as she placed it on the worksurface. A BLACK CORSET WITH RED EMBROIDERY! A MATCHING THONG! AND TWO PAIRS OF SHEER, BLACK STOCKINGS! She laughed softly.

"Surprised, David?"

"Er... I don't know..."

He made himself look away. He silently cursed his shyness and wished that he was bold enough to flirt back.

"But are you surprised at me buying lingerie like this?"

"I... I don't know, Anna..."

"I know I usually dress fairly conservatively. But it's nice to wear something that makes me feel sexy. I'm sure that wearing these will make me feel VERY sexy!"

To his embarrassment he felt himself go harder than before. She picked up one sheer stocking and ran it through her hand.

"Mmmm... these are lovely. Pure silk. Really soft. Feel..."

He was acutely embarrassed but also aroused as she placed it in the palm of his hand. Obligingly he stroked it with his finger. 

"What do you think, David?"

"Er, yes. Very nice."

"Shall I tell you what I think, love?"

She had used the term again. She took a step closer to him. Her closeness aroused him, and he was aware of her perfume.

She lowered her voice.

"I think you're turned on by the thought of me wearing these. I think you'd like to see me in this corset and thong and stockings. You would, wouldn't you?"

"Please Anna. I... I just called round to drop the parcel off."

He stepped round her and made his way into the hall.

"Wait!"

He stopped and turned round. She was holding the corset against herself. One hand held it to her left breast; the other held it against her belly. The front of it had a narrow slit that was criss-crossed with strips of black fabric, so that bare skin would show through it. She walked slowly towards him, an intense gaze on her face.

"Why don't you wait here while I go and try it on and then show you how it looks? Along with the stockings and thong, of course. The whole outfit goes together."

"I... I really must be going."

She shrugged.

"Well, if you do, David, you'll never KNOW what I look like in this. You'll try to imagine, of course. You'll close your eyes and try to picture me in them, but you'll never KNOW. And you want to know. You WANT to see my long legs in stockings. You WANT to see my bare thighs above lacy stockingtops and framed by long black suspenders. You WANT to see my small firm boobs thrust up by a corset. Still, if you have to go, you have to go. I'm going upstairs to try them on now anyway. It will only take a minute or two. You could spare your mum's friend a few minutes couldn't you – LOVE?"

Her use of the term sent a tingle of arousal through him. His mind was torn, but his shyness and his fear of his mother finding out won over. He fumbled with the door handle and nearly tripped over the threshold. She laughed softly.

"I... I'm sorry, Anna, but I really think..."

"Okay. Bye then– love."

He closed the door behind him. She paused for a moment, debating what to do. Then she unbuttoned her blouse and hurried upstairs, sensing that he would probably return. Many times she had seen her friend's shy son glancing at her legs and breasts, and had seen him eyeing up her underwear on the washing line. She had sensed his eyes on the outline of her panties through her trousers or skirt. She had seen him gazing at her more purposefully when he thought she was not looking. She had secretly encouraged him, and sometimes when she called round to visit his mother and knew he was around she would wear a skirt with side buttons, LEAVING the bottom few unfastened to show a subtle but alluring bit of lean thigh. At other times, like today, she wore a camisole under her blouse rather than a bra. Her breasts were only small, but it allowed them a little more movement and sometimes permitted her nipples to show through. Besides, she liked the feel of satin against her skin.

The age difference between them, along with his being her friend's son lent an illicit side to her desire.

He had hesitated on his way to the gate and she was not too disappointed at hearing it close, sensing the debate that was going on in his mind. She wondered whether to ring him at home if he did not return. After all, he would be alone. She was about to fold her clothes neatly away but a sudden idea came to her head. She flung her blouse to the bottom of the stairs. Similarly she dropped her skirt part way down the stairs. Her discarded clothes would confirm that she had changed and would serve as an invitation – and a wanton one at that – to come to her room. 

Uncertainty and excitement made her hands shake slightly as she tugged her camisole over her head and dropped that near the top of the stairs. She slid her black satin panties down and dropped them outside her bedroom door. All the time she was straining her ears for the sound of the return of her friend's son.

She kicked off her shoes, put on the corset back to front, and fastened it. She tugged it round and eased it over her breasts. Still listening eagerly she gazed in the mirror at the way that it pushed up her small breasts. She pulled on the matching thong and admired the sexy curved lines of red over the black. 

She eased her feet into the sheer black silk stockings and slid them up her legs, then clipped on the suspenders. With a thrill that sent a shudder up her spine she heard the gate open and close, and hesitant footsteps coming back up the path. She stepped into her shoes and grabbed her perfume. She sprayed some onto her neck and the tops of her breasts. Her heart beat quickly as she heard a timid knock on the door and heard it open. She heard him step inside and close the door behind him.

"Hello? An... Anna?"

She fought the temptation to call to him, instead allowing the trail of clothes on the stairs to tell their own story. She flushed with excitement as he tentatively ascended the stairs. 

Her bedroom door swung slowly open. He stared openly at her, his eyes running over her, resting on her stockings and suspenders, her breasts, and her crotch.

"Well, what do you think, love? It's better than trying to imagine me in them, isn't it?"

"Yes. Yes it is."

"Do I look sexy?"

"Yes, Anna. You... you look amazing."

"I certainly FEEL sexy. Do you?"

She stepped towards him.

"I feel HOT too. Do you, David?"

He nodded.

She stepped towards him, placed one hand on the back of his neck and kissed him tenderly on the mouth. She massaged his neck and, clasping one of his hands in hers, led it to her backside. She squeezed his hand against her firm bum cheek. She murmured encouragingly softly and rubbed his scalp with her fingertips as he returned her kisses. She licked his lips fleetingly and teasingly with her tongue, then resumed moulding her lips against his.

She caressed his back through his tee shirt and slid her hand inside, stroking his skin. He gave a grunt of approval. She pulled him closer and he parted his lips. Their tongues met and pushed against each other. He began to squeeze her bum cheek and to roll it round without further prompting. They kissed more ardently, teasing and sucking each other's tongues.

He thrilled in the feel of her silky hair against his face and neck, and her perfume filled his nostrils. She took her hand from his neck and led his right hand in hers to the tops of her breasts. He ran his fingertips up and down her shallow crease and pressed down on the firm but yielding flesh above her corset top. She grunted in approval.

"Mmmm, keep doing that, love, it feels lovely. They're only small, but they're firm. They're not TOO small are they, love?"

"Oh no Anna. They're gorgeous. I mean, YOU'RE gorgeous."

She laughed gently at his shyness.

She led his trembling fingers along the red-trimmed top of her corset and with a thrill of delight she felt his other hand kneading her bum cheeks more firmly. Again she caressed his scalp and gently led his face to the tops of her little breasts. 

"Kiss them, David. Kiss my small firm tits, love..."

He planted slow kisses on them, thrilling in the way her tit flesh gave way, then, encouraged by her coos and murmurs of encouragement, he drew his tongue along the soft skin above her corset. He ran his hands over the fabric, savouring the contrast between its stiffness and the softness of her skin.

"Mmmm... I think you should sit on the bed, love. I want to get my tits out for you. I want to feel your young tongue licking my nipples. I want to feel your mouth sucking my boobs..."

He sat down and she smiled at the intensity of his stare upon her as she rested her hands on the top of her corset.

"I'm glad you like this, David. The red trim looks a little naughty against the black fabric, and against my pale boobs, doesn't it? Are you ready, David? Ready to see your mum's best friend's naked tits?"

He nodded. 

"I hope you don't just want to see them, though. I hope you'll want to kiss them, lick them and suck them..."

She slid her hands down over her breasts and inside the top of her corset. She thrilled in his eager gaze as she scooped her small breasts free. He drew in his breath sharply as they emerged. Her nipples were semi-erect. She remained standing a couple of feet before him, gently caressing her little orbs, rolling them gently around, scooping them up and down.

She leaned forward and allowed them to hang forward, then stood upright again. She turned slightly to one side to show them in profile. They were small but firm. She teased her nipples with her fingertips until they began to tauten more. All the time he sat still, staring at the way her breasts yielded to the movement of her fingers. He ran his gaze over her suspenders, her lacy stocking tops and the pale skin above them, and rested his eyes on her designer black and red thong.

She stepped towards him and leaned forward, proffering her small breasts to him. He nuzzled them and caressed them, gently stroking them and playing with them as she had done. She crooned encouragingly.

"That's nice David, Lick those nipples and feel them go hard. Suck on Anna's sensitive little boobs, love... ohhh yesss!"

She sat beside him and pulled off his tee shirt. She kissed him deeply on the mouth again, whimpering and cooing softly. She chewed his ear and nibbled his ear lobes, and caressed his chest with her long slender fingers. She draped one leg over his and led his hand to her knee.

"Feel that leg and those silk stockings, love..."

He fondled her knee and traced his fingers lightly up and down her slender thigh. It was firm and her stocking was soft, warm, and slippery. He caressed the lacy stockingtop and played with the soft suspenders. Tentatively he stroked her soft skin above her stocking. She murmured her approval.

"That's nice, David, love. You've got a lovely touch..."

He stared at the black and red patterned thong. There was no trace of hair to be seen and the thought of her shaving her pubes was something he had never considered but which he now found intriguing and arousing.

He kissed her shoulder, then drew her small breast into his mouth and began to suck on it. She gave another whimper and cradled his head in her hand. He kneaded her firm thigh above her stockingtop and stroked her bare inner thigh. She led his hand in hers to her crotch and gently rubbed it against her thong. Encouraged by her intermittent murmurs and croons of delight he nestled his finger against her slit. She groaned.

He gently rocked his finger from side to side. She stood up and stepped back a few paces.

"I'll show you mine if you show me yours, David. Show me your hard young cock and I'll show you my shaved snatch. You first, David!"

He stood up and unfastened and unzipped his trousers. He slid his hand inside and, with a struggle, managed to free his erection free from his trousers and boxers. She laughed gently.

"I'm not surprised you were struggling to get it out! That's a big hard cock..."

He stared at her thong as she placed her fingers on it and drew it to one side. He drew his breath in sharply. She laughed.

"Like it? Like my shaved cunt, David love?"

He felt himself flush with excitement at her unexpected coarseness and felt his erection twitch in approval at the sight that greeted him. Her pussy was completely and newly shaved. Her skin was soft and smooth. Her lips protruded slightly and looked intensely erotic. She let her thong slide back into place.

"I'll take it off for you if you get naked for me, David..."

He fumbled with his clothes and stared at her as much as he could, his gaze running all over her, from her attractive face, chestnut hair and pale piercing eyes to her little orbs, taut nipples, her stiff, sexy corset, her long stockinged legs and her thong-covered crotch. He kicked off his shoes and tugged off his socks. He pulled his trousers and boxers down together and tugged them off. He remained standing.

She smiled at him and raised her eyebrows. She turned her back to him and stood with her legs slightly parted. Her shoulders and waist were narrow, and her hips flared slightly nicely. She gyrated her hips slowly and subtly. He stared at her gorgeously firm bum cheeks, pale against the black of her thong and corset.

He watched as she hooked her long fingers into the sides of her thong and slowly tugged it down. He watched it come to rest between her parted knees. She turned slowly round and faced him. He stared at the shaved mound surrounding her long slit with its folds of darker skin and framed by the bottom of her corset, and by her suspenders. He stared at her little breasts, jutting out over the top of her corset. He gazed at the criss-cross section over her midriff and at the pale skin inside. He stared at her long stockinged legs and bare slender thighs. He looked into her face and held the gaze of her pale piercing eyes. 

"Lie on the bed, love. Let your mum's best friend get on top of you and ride you..."

He lay on the bed and watched her clamber over him and kneel astride him. He stared at her stockinged legs and thighs, and at her shaved pussy. She fondled his erection, then, to his delight, she gently slapped it against her slit. Her puffy lips yielded deliciously and the sensation and sound thrilled him. She slowly rubbed it against her pouting lips and adjacent to her hooded clit. Her flesh was soft and spongy against his hardness. She released it and prised her pussy open. He stared at the raw pink flesh and at her hole.

"Oooh look, love. Look how wet she is, how eager she is to engulf your big hard dick..."

He gave a low gasp as she held his erection again and eased herself onto it. He stared as her slit swallowed it up. He began to thrust, but she raised herself up a little.

"That feels so good, love. But for now you lie still and let ME pleasure YOU..."

He lay still and allowed her to ride slowly up and down. He held her slender legs, savouring the feel of her sheer silk stockings and of the soft skin above them, and stared at her small firm breasts as they rocked in time with her thrusts. He stared at her lacy stockingtops and the paleness of bare thighs above them. He gazed at her engorged pussy, her hood, and at his throbbing manhood as it slid in and out of her. He gazed into her pale eyes and the swaying of her shoulder length chestnut hair. The criss-cross panel of her corset stretched and slackened alluringly, revealing the pale smooth-looking skin of her belly. Her smiled at him serenely.

"Oh David, that feels so fucking good..."

Again her unaccustomed expletive sent a shudder of arousal through him. She rocked around in little circular motions, then backwards and forwards, pushing and pulling his erection with her. She picked up the pace a little, and to his delight she placed her right hand on her hood. She rubbed it slowly and gently slapped the backs of her fingers against it. 




An Invitation to View



The sight and sound fuelled his arousal. She began to ride him harder and faster now, and he was moving in time with her. Her breathing was becoming shallower. She rubbed her clit more vigorously as she bounced up and down on him. Her breasts flicked up and down deliciously.

"Oh David, I'm about to come on the cock of my best friend's son..."

He groaned and began to gasp, and he stared as her body began to buck and spasm as her climax coincided with his. He braced himself as he felt himself empty inside her.

She rolled off him and they cuddled for a while, enjoying the intimacy without speaking. She kissed him and murmured softly, "I have to go into work for a meeting soon, love. But maybe you could come round on Wednesday and I'll model some of my other clothes for you."



An Invitation



Beth rose to her feet again and walked to the kitchen to fetch three more beers. Darrin watched as her magnificent ass swinging seductively as she walked. She returned and handed each man his beer and they drank deeply again cooling their sweaty bodies. Beth poured a little beer on Darrin's cock and bent down to lick it until it stood erect, hard and ready. Darrin had closed his eyes as she sucked him and he felt a cool gel being spread on his cock. Opening his eyes he saw Scott on his knees with his belly on the couch as Beth was spreading KY jelly all over Scott's asshole and Darrin's cock. "Fuck his ass, Darrin," she told him, "bury your huge cock deep inside him," she urged. Darrin was ready to return the favor and mounted Scott from behind. His lubricated cockhead slid easily between his asscheeks and Beth guided it to Scott's asshole. Darrin pushed and his cockhead easily disappeared into Scott's ass. Obviously, Scott's ass was not virgin territory as he pushed his cock fully inside Scott's asshole.

Scott moaned with pleasure as he felt the huge cock impale him and the Darrin's balls lightly slap on his own. Beth got on her back and managed to squeeze between Darrin's legs. She looked up to see two pairs of balls swinging and lightly slapping together. "God, I love to watch Scott get his ass fucked," she said as she reached up to play with the two sets of balls dangling above her face. "Oooo, he loves it so," she added opening her mouth to lick their balls. "Fuck him hard, Darrin. Thrust hard and deep," she continued. Beth began to lightly spank their dangling balls as they fucked. The gentle slaps felt good and both men cried out to Beth to continue spanking their balls. She pulled at their scrotums and tried to take both sets of balls in her mouth at the same time, but could not. They were much too big to suck both at once. She reached one hand to her cunt and lubed her fingers with her cunt nectar. She brought her hand between Darrin's legs and shoved a finger into his asshole, and then another.

Now Darrin moaned in delight as he squeezed his anus about Beth's fingers. It felt tremendously good to feel her fingers in his ass. He sensed his orgasm rising and began to pound Scott's ass. Beth continued to probe Darrin's asshole with her fingers while lightly spanking the men's balls. She twisted and contorted her body to get Scott's cockhead in her mouth and began to suck him eagerly. "Let Scott cum first, Darrin," Beth said as she resumed sucking her husbands cock. Darrin strained to withhold cumming as Scott began to groan, his cock throbbing in Beth's mouth. Suddenly, Scott cried out and blasted a huge load of thick frothy cum into Beth's waiting mouth. She murmured and swallowed his cum gift as Darrin, unable to hold back, cried out and shot his semen deep into Scott's ass. Beth quickly swallowed Scott's cum and pulled Darrin's cock out of Scott's ass to receive the balance of Darrin's cum in her willing mouth.

Darrin felt his balls contracting to pump out his seed. His asshole clenched Beth's fingers tightly and Darrin marveled as how good it felt to cum with his asshole clenching Beth's fingers. Beth swallowed both men's cum and cleaned their cocks with her tongue. Scott and Darrin were spent and exhausted as both slipped to the carpet to lie down, gasping for breath. Beth lay down between her guys and alternated kissing them as they tried to recover. She was a sexual dynamo as she prodded the men to rise to the occasion again. Beth pulled each of their mouths to a breast and urged them to suckle and nurse on her breasts while she rubbed at their nipples. She coaxed them to kneel facing one another and she stood between them, pulling Darrin's face into her pussy as Scott spread her asscheeks to lick her asshole.

Darrin licked the outside of her cuntlips, teasing her a little as she squirmed to get his tongue inside her. He flicked his tongue across the edges of her closed cuntlips as she shivered in arousal and lust. Scott, meantime, had worked his tongue inside her asshole and was busily tongue fucking her asshole as Darrin teased her pussy. Beth felt Darrin's tongue part her cuntlips and swirl about inside her then suck a cuntlip into his mouth to lick, suck and nibble it as Beth groaned in lust and anticipation. Darrin did the same to her other cuntlip while Beth cried out for him to lick her clit. Ignoring her pleas, Darrin concentrated on plunging his tongue into the inner recesses of her pussy as Beth squirmed to get her clit to his mouth. Scott was enjoying his wife being relentlessly teased by their guest and he redoubled his effort at her asshole. Finally, Darrin swirled and flicked his tongue across her extended, erect and engorged clit.

Beth screamed in delight as her clit throbbed and she felt her orgasm rising deep within her cunt. Darrin nibbled her clit, sucked hard upon it then sucked into his mouth to suck it as though it were a nipple. Beth grabbed his head and jammed it into her crotch as she ground her cunt in his mouth. She tilted her head back and closed her eyes as her lust mounted. She released Darrin's head to pull hard at her nipples. Suddenly, she screamed and erupted in a massive orgasm. Shuddering, she spewed her cunt nectar all over Darrin's face, mouth and tongue. Beth orgasmed again and again as her body shook with lust and desire. Her knees wobbled and she dropped her hands from her nipples to Darrin's shoulders to steady herself. Another colossal orgasm wracked her body as she entered a state of near perpetual cumming. She clenched Scott's tongue with her asshole each time she would cum while Darrin 'tormented' her cunt and clit. After a few minutes, Beth's legs betrayed her and she dropped to her knees wrenching both tongues from her asshole and cunt. She spasmed through several mini after-cums then grasped Darrin and slowly slipped to the floor.

Beth was gasping and panting for air, trembling from lust and orgasm. Her eyes rolled in their sockets and she drifted into semi-consciousness as her lovers kissed and licked the sweat covering her body. Slowly her eyelids fluttered open and she managed a small smile and sighed deeply in total satisfaction. The three of them laid next to one another spent, exhausted and drained. Scott pulled a blanket from the couch and spread it over the three of them. Darrin looked at the decorative wall clock and started to get up. "Where are you going, Darrin?" Scott asked him.

"Isn't it time for me to go back to my car?" Darrin replied.

"If you really want to go, I'll get dressed and take you, but you're welcome to stay here tonight. In the morning we'll shower have breakfast and then we can get you back to your car," Scott said.

"Please, Darrin, stay the night," Beth smiled at him, "Who knows, by morning we may all be ready for round two," she grinned. Darrin fell back to the carpet and covered himself again. 

"Sounds like a hell of an idea," Darrin said laughing. Scott fell asleep almost immediately. Beth snuggled up next to him and pulled Darrin to snuggle against her back. She grasped his spent cock and placed it between her asscheeks, kissed Darrin and whispered that he hadn't fucked her ass yet. "First thing in the morning," Darrin said as they chuckled and joined Scott in a deep and satisfied sleep.

The End

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