32 comments/ 54900 views/ 101 favorites Page By: MindsMirror Notes [Last revised December 7, 2015]: Page 3 Meets WWE WARNING: The following is a work of erotic fan fiction, the events of which are completely made up and did not happen, and is no true reflection of the persons, places, events, etc depicted within. This material is unsuitable to be viewed by those under the legal age limit of viewing pornographic material in your current country of residence. Featuring: Sophie Howard (UK glamour model, Page 3 girl), Michelle Marsh (UK glamour model, Page 3 girl), Lucy Pinder (UK glamour model). Rey Mysterio (WWE, WCW), Paul London (WWE, ROH), Joey Mercury (WWE), Johnny Nitro (WWE), John Cena (WWE). Page 3 Meets WWE A WWE/celeb erotic story - Originally a three part mini-series. * * * Birmingham, England. April of 2005. Backstage at the taping of WWE Smackdown in the UK, the show is in full swing as two of the leading stars of the WWE Cruiserweight division are having a conversation. One of them, the reigning Cruiserweight Champion in the handsome, fun loving Paul London, and the other a multi-time former holder of that title both in the WWE and in WCW, the masked Luchador Rey Mysterio. Both men are clad in their ring attires from their respective matches, but are clearly not in show-character, looking perfectly fine and healthy despite being attacked during their matches and segments on the show to air. "I honestly can't wait for this match we're going to have later..." London says as he holds the Cruiserweight title on his shoulder. "Chavo can really go when he gets the chance to, and I think we'll have a great one. Especially with the build-up from this match tonight we had." "You're working with one Guerrero, and I've got the other..." Mysterio says with a smile. "Me and Eddie had a match of the year way back in WCW... One of only the few good things that happened... And we're going to tear the roof off with this feud now. Even... Even if they've suggested some weird stuff for later on in the storyline..." He adds with a chuckle. "Weird stuff? More strange than me having to work TNA shows? Or me having to team with a guy called "Spanky"?" Paul responds with a handsome smirk of his own. "Oh trust me, it is weird. They said they might be even bringing in Eddie's wife Vickie into this somehow... I doubt she'll be around for much time in the WWE though..." Just as the two are talking, from around a corner quite an eye-catching sight appears that draws both men's attention. Dressed in white shorts that shows off her smooth legs and thick ass, and a very tight top with the logo of the UK tabloid Daily Star across her large chest, is the English glamour model and Page 3 girl Sophie Howard. The woman famed for doing topless shoots in men's magazines eyes up both men curiously, and the short, raven-haired beauty changes her direction to now approach the two. "Hey... Aren't you two supposed to be hurt or something?" Sophie questions as she looks between the two. "Pretty sure I watched you both take a hammering out there while I was watching the show..." "Something tells me you've never been around the WWE before..." Mysterio guesses with a smile. "Seeing as how I'm sure I would have remembered seeing you before..." "Yeah, you new around here? Trying out to be a Diva?" London asks as he's unable to resist checking out her rack being pushed up and out by her tight top. "A Diva? I don't think so... I'm just here with the Daily Star..." Howard states, smirking as she runs a finger across the logo of her top. "Doing a promotion thing with that guy... Regal I think his name was? For his book." "Regal? Willian Regal? Well, he's from England so it figures he'd write a book with the Queen's English..." Paul jokes. "But damn, thought for sure you'd be a Diva to be. You've got the look to fit right in around here!" He adds with a smile. "Really?" Sophie raises an eyebrow. "No offense, but you guys looked to be hurt but here you're not, and you're not exactly huge, muscled up guys either..." She questions, putting her hands on her hips. "Hey, don't you know not to judge a book by its cover?" Rey states. "I've been beating up bigger and taller guys than me for years, and Paul London here can run rings around just about anyone on the roster." "London, really? You don't sound anything like a bloke from London, and trust me, I've been there plenty times..." Howard questions with another smile as she looks over both men. "Oh yeah, well you don't sound like... Whatever your name is, and what you do for a living..." Paul responds, the smirk on his face showing he's deliberately used a lame joke just for kicks. "My name is Sophie Howard... And I'm a Page 3 girl..." She responds with a sly smile of her own. "That means I'm on Page 3 of the UK's biggest newspapers... Posing, topless for the whole of the country to take a look at." She adds, noting the look of pleasant surprise (at least on the face she can see) shown by both men. "Can any of your "Divas" boast that?" "Topless posing huh? Not too bad... Just a shame we've had WWE Divas pose completely naked for Playboy cover shoots..." Mysterio points out. "So at least you've had a good head start." "Ah, come on, just leave her man..." London cuts in, giving Rey a knowing wink. "She probably couldn't handle being a proper Diva anyway. Not with the kind of action they get into." "Oh, is that so?" Sophie picks up on the challenge as she steps forward. "And what exactly would you two little guys know about any kind of "action"?" "Oh, we can show you exactly what momi..." Rey states with a smirk of his own. "How about you follow us and you can find out what it's like to be a WWE Diva..." * * * Minutes later in the locker room reserved for the Superstars of the Crusierweight division of the WWE, Sophie Howard is watching with interest as Rey Mysterio and Paul London lower their clothing, and despite her previous doubts before, Sophie Howard's eyes widen in shock as she sees the impressively long and thick to match dicks of the two WWE Cruiserweights. The smile on her face shows she loves what she sees as she wastes no time in pulling her tight top up and over her head, releasing her huge and juicy breasts. If seeing those big tits wasn't enough to make the handsome grapplers grin, seeing her quickly sink down to her knees in front of them both and take a hold of their cocks sure does, her palms soon going to work stroking them both off of as she licks her lips, clearly turned on by seeing a pair of the biggest dicks she's ever laid eyes on. "Well lads, I think I'd better make it up to you for judging you on your size..." The gorgeous glamour model says playfully before she leans her head in, planting a kiss across the tip of London's cock before doing the same to Mysterio's, giving him a swirl around the head with her tongue before she moves across and delivers the same treatment to the other hunk's bell end. "Mmmm... Fuck me, this are huge..." She seems to be in awe of their size as well as turned on, soon parting her lips in order to take Rey's dick inside to make him moan as she starts to bob her head along his length, keeping him steady with a pumping hand along the base while her other palm carries on jerking off the other man as she focuses on dishing out an "oral apology" for doubting what they were packing. "Mmmm... Damn, do you do this with every guy you make fun off?" Mysterio questions with a chuckle behind his mask, watching the pretty face of the Page 3 model raising and lowering onto his cock as she smoothly handles the top half of him, feeling her tongue sliding against his underside as she blows him. "Then feel free to keep the jokes coming... Ahhhh..." He adds, reaching down much like his fellow WWE Superstar is to give her large breasts a squeeze as she blows and strokes them both, the touch causing her to groan around the thick shaft she's sucking on as she seductively narrows her eyes up at them, showing that they can keep on groping her even as she services the both of them. "Hey, I get a kick out of a joke or two myself... Mmmm..." The current WWE Cruiserweight Champion groans as his length gets stroked off smoothly and steadily from the base to the tip while she sucks off the former holder of that title right beside him, seemingly showing that this isn't the first time she's taken on two men in a sexual encounter before. "Ahhhh! But damn, you're not kidding around here Sophie!" He adds with a smile as now switches over, taking his shaft into her nicely warm and wet mouth and proceeding to blow him with perfectly timed and paced motions up and down on his inches, letting him feel her nicely full lips grazing back and forth along his size while her hand grips and twists the base and her other hand now works to jerk off the other WWE stud. "Mmmmm... Mmmmm..." Howard groans around the cock in her mouth as she sucks away on him, her dark raven-hair swaying from the effort she's putting into blowing him, already applying a nice layer of her saliva onto his rod from the repeated, smooth motion while at the same time rubbing her spit into the cock of the other wrestler standing beside him with quick strokes of her hand up and down. "Mmmph!! Mmmmm!!" Her moans are muffled as both handsome and talented sports entertainers continue to squeeze and play with her large breasts as she sucks and stokes them both, her hard nipples showing she's getting off on this as much as they both are, and only encouraging her to carry on pleasuring the two men she's only met moments before. "Mmmm... You sure you're just here to promote a book, or a newspaper or whatever?" London questions with a groan. "This feels more like a tryout for a new Diva... Not that I'm complaining or anything..." He adds with a big smile. Lifting her head away, Sophie smirks up at both of them. "Oh, so you just fuck any girl who comes along here huh?" She playfully teases as she inches back, pushing her shorts down her legs to reveal her neatly shaved pussy. "Sounds like something that would fit in the papers I pose for..." "You're not gonna kiss and tell on us, are you mami?" Mysterio responds with a smile of his own as he moves around her. "Hmmm... I might be convinced if you give me a right good seeing to as we say over here..." Howard gives him a wink as she gets up to her hands and knees before turning her head forward to the other man involved in this. The multi-time former Cruiserweight Champion in the WWE and WCW needs no further invitation, getting down into position behind the perfectly curved model and pushing his rock hard cock into her snatch, making them both moan as his thickness invades her tight but already wet snatch, her own saliva over his rod making for a smooth, almost too easy entry into her. "Mmmm... This might be a Diva-quality pussy though..." He compliments as he starts to thrust himself in and out of her, taking a hold of her waist as he gives it to her with a series of firm and steady pumps, but soon finds added reason to smile as she soon starts pushing back against his motion, almost craving for more of his inches as she times herself to send her sexily thick ass back as he thrusts into her snatch. "Ahhhh!! Mmmm... Oh yeah, like that... MMMMPHH!!" Her moans are muffled again when the former ROH star takes advantage of her open mouth to slide his dick right back into her, and snapping her eyes up she smiles around his tool, having no objections to wrapping her pouty lips around him and starting to suck him off once again. "Mmmmm!! Mmmmm... Mmmm..." The regular in many British "Lad's Mags" can't help herself but give into this handsome studs and their huge dicks, her head bobbing quickly on the cock in front of her as she places her hands onto London's hips for support, and keeps on rocking back on her knees against the thrusts coming into her tight pussy. "Mmmm!! Awwww man, for a new gal to the WWE... Mmmm... You sure know how to handle some action..." The master of the Shooting Star Press says as he watches the gorgeous glamour model eagerly suck away on his shaft, leaving it covered with her saliva as she handles more than half of his size but isn't stopping at that, pushing her head down further with a groan as she slides in more of his nicely thick inches into her oral hole. "Ahhhh... She's a "Brit" of alright! Mmmm!!" He jokes with a handsome smile, his gazed locked onto the beautiful facial features of the babe who's lifting and lowering her head with increasing speed and force on his rod, her groans bouncing off his tool with each suck and slurp as if she's all too used to dishing out this kind of sexual activity even in a threesome. "Mmmm... Oh yeah, she's a hot mamacita!" The masked WWE hunk agrees as he continues to sharply thrust his similarly lengthy dick in and out of her tight, wet snatch with moans of his own, sending every inch of his size into her pussy every time he pushes forward. This is helped out by her pushing right back to meet his motion, resulting in her ass smacking into his muscular waist from the force they're both putting into this. "Ahhhh... She'd fit right into the WWE... And I don't mean just like this..." He adds with a handsome smirk, looking over her juicy, curvacious body as she keeps on rocking between the two men, an erotic slapping sound ringing out each time he goes balls deep into her and their desirable bodies connect, but neither feel any pain from the contact as they concentrate on the sinful pleasure from this sudden sexual encounter between the two WWE Superstars and the visiting model. "Mmmmm!! MMMM!! Mmmmph..." Closing her eyes, it does appear that the Page 3 beauty is getting caught up in the lust, the Englishwoman having no issue with interracial sex as she sucks on the American and half-Mexican cock in front of her while taking another American and Latino dick from behind deep into her snug and damp snatch. It's clear though that she loves every bit of it, her large breasts swaying in time with the rocking motion of her body as she pushes back against those stiff pumps into her love tunnel while keeping her head bobbing back and forth on the shaft she has her lips rightly wrapped around, resulting in her being spit roasted by the two hung hunks she's only known for mere minutes and is now all too eagerly fucking and sucking off. "Mmmm... Awwwww fuck!!" Sophie groans with a gasp, letting London's cock fall from her mouth as she pushes back hard again against the thrusts into her pussy. "Ahhhh!! You little guys... Mmmm!! Where did you learn to fuck so good??" She questions, gazing back at Mysterio as he gives her pussy another couple of deep pumps. "Hey, what happens on the road, stays on the road..." Rey says with a smirk, pulling out of her snatch with a groan. "We don't kiss and tell like your tabloids love to hear about..." "Yeah, what is this Page 3 stuff all about? Can't be all that good a paper to read if all the good stuff is so early in it..." London adds to continue the joking. Looking over to him, she smirks with a lick of her lips. "How about you lay down "London" and I'll show you how good it is..." She dares him, finding herself grinning when he quickly does as asked before she looks over to the other man. "And you? Mask or no mask? Let me suck you again and I'll see if you'll spill your secrets..." "Do your worst babe... I can read you like a book... Mmmm... Or a newspaper..." The Austin, Texas born hunk states before he groans along with her as the beauty from Southport, England lowers herself down onto his rod to kneel, reverse cowgirl style, and impressively doesn't stop until she's right down to the base with her snatch touching his crotch and balls. "Ahhh!! I can tell... Mmmm... You love this..." He correctly points out, soon being proven right as she starts to bounce on his rod, lifting herself up to around the half-way mark before dropping sharply down with a slap to take him balls deep, moaning out herself as again her tight and wet pussy is filled up with a thick and long wrestler's cock, and he too groans out as he enjoys the snug feeling all around his manhood. "Sorry mami, but I won't be spilling anything, anytime soon..." The hunky, mask-clad Luchador says with a smile as he steps forward, and just like the other stud involved in this steamy threesome did before he capitalises on the open mouth of the model known for topless pictorials to push he length right in, and similarly she immediately wraps her soft lips around him and resumes the task of blowing him. "Mmmmm!! Doesn't mean... Mmmm... You can't try though..." Having come straight from banging her snatch, she can taste her own pussy off of his inches but it neither disgusts her or makes her pull away, as instead she seems to be actively using her tongue to clean the taste of herself off his rod, groaning at the sensation as she gets into a sucking rhythm. "MMMMM!! Mmmmm!! MMMM..." The glamour model for numerous men's magazines in the UK again shows she might be all too used to taking on a couple of men at once, even as hung and handsome as these two are as she rides one long and thick to match cock to take it deep into her wet but still tight snatch, while blowing a similarly lengthy piece of man meat with her cock-hungry mouth. "Ahhhh!! MMMMM!! Mmmm!!" She shamelessly moans out, even being heard while muffled by the rod she's taking deep past her soft lips, swiftly and with force bobbing back and forth along the shaft in front of her while keeping up an intense bouncing motion on the hunk underneath her as her large breasts shake in time with the rest of her. "Mmmm!! Ahhhh... Watch out there Sophie... You keep that up and you'll end up running out of steam..." The master of the 619 warns, noticing that despite the energetic pace of the horny British babe, she's breaking out into a sweat across her perfectly curved body from the effort she's putting into handling both of these vast, American and Latino cocks in her mouth and snatch at the same time but from the moans both men are letting out from her motions, neither are complaining about her choice of lusty pace. "Mmmm... Maybe you just really want... Ahhhh!! To see if you can score our secrets after all..." He jokes with a smile but soon moans again, watching her face loom closer towards his crotch as she attempts to deep throat him, finding herself gagging when the bulbous head of his tool touches the back of her mouth but she continues on, lifting and swiftly lowering her head over and over again on his rod to leave it coated in her saliva as she moans and gags around his fat inches. "Ahhhh!! Mmmm... Hey, if she wants to go fast paced and hard hitting... Mmmm!! Then let her go for it!" The current WWE Cruiserweight Champion says as he groans, unable to resist thrusting his hips up to send his cock up into the snatch of the bouncing Page 3 model on top of him, catching her by surprise as she jolts up with her next motion upwards, soon having to adjust to this as he makes sure his shaft goes balls deep into her soaking wet but still nicely tight hole. "Ahhh... Just like how we are in the ring... Mmmm!! And elsewhere as well..." He adds with a smile and a moan, watching her thick and sexy ass cheeks shake when he pumps up into her snatch and their bodies collide as she drops down with speed, giving the stunningly curved beauty the kind of fucking she deserves to make her moan out herself as her big tits bounce away and she continues to work herself between the two WWE hunks. "Mmmmm... You know Sophie, if you really want... Ahhhh!! To know what goes on here in the WWE..." Mysterio starts to say as he pulls out of her mouth, allowing her the chance to gasp for air as well as moan out. "We can show you... If you think you can handle it." "AHHHH!! MMMMM... I can fucking handle it!!" Sophie moans as she locks eyes with him, licking her lips as she bounces on the other man's cock. "Bring it on!! Mmmmm!!" Page 3 Meets WWE "Don't say... Mmmm!!" We didn't warn you..." Paul states with a knowing smirk directed at his fellow Cruiserweight, before he pulls his cock out of her snatch, soon standing up as the two men move her into position, with Rey now laying down on the floor with her mounted on his dock, facing the masked marvel. "Mmmmm... You boys are good, I'll give you that... Wait, what are you doing??" Howard looks back as London approaches her from behind, having expected him to want to be sucked off again. Instead he's moving in to push his big dick into her already filled up snatch, and with one firm thrust gets himself inside her. "OH FUCK!! AHHHH!! MMMMM!!" The eyes of the glamour model go wide as she almost screams her moans out, feeling her pussy being double stuffed with two fat and long cocks that make her body jolt forward, looking back in awe at the grinning stud who just shoved his dick in alongside another man's and doesn't mind it at all. "Ahhhh!! MMMMM!! Fuck!! MMMM!!" She can only moan out shamelessly and with filthy lust as the two WWE Superstars slide their dicks in and out of her snatch, with the stud underneath her able to move in deeper but the man behind has plenty of space to move himself, even as tightly packed into her as he now is in her wet and being stretched to the max snatch. "Mmmm!! What's the matter?? AHHHH!! Mmmm... You said you wanted to know what goes on..." Mysterio is now the one taunting her with a handsome smile as he reaches up to grip her large, swaying tits to squeeze them, making the Page 3 model further moan out as she continues to sharply rock back and forth from the dual thrusts she's taking into her snatch as the former long-time WCW star thrusts his dick up into the busty beauty mounted firmly on top of him. "MMMM!! Some other guys around here... Ahhhh!! Would have just fucked you up the ass from the get go..." He adds with a groan, hissing slightly at the friction as his manhood rubs against another man's inside of her dripping wet hole, but he's not freaked out at all, helped not just by the pleasure from said snatch but the sight along of the big breasted and gorgeous female on top of him as she moans out and sweats hard. "Mmmmm... Oh yeah... MMMM!! Stick this... In your Page 3..." London grunts out, holding onto her waist to keep her from jolting too far forward as he works his cock back and forth into her filled up pussy with perfectly paced and timed motions, a sure sign that he's double penetrated a woman like this before in the past, and has porn star-like knowledge to make sure she gets nothing put pleasure from this intense, pussy stuffing position. "MMMM!! Ahhhh... I bet you'd get Regal a ton of book sales with... MMMM!! Promotion like this!!" The former Ring of Honor star is still able to joke even as he slides his meaty length into the stuffed snatch of the stunning topless model, moaning out at the feeling of her wet pussy as well as being so tightly packed alongside the fellow WWE star's member, all of this giving him supreme pleasure on top of the sight alone of the raven-haired woman being turned into a moaning mess thanks to their thrusts and dicks. "MMMMM!! Ooooooooh FUCK!! Ahhhhh!! MMMM!!" The busty Englishwoman can only moan out as her body is made to rock and jolt forward from the thrusts of the two American and Mexican studs as they dominate her snatch with steady and firm pumps in deep, making her take both of their rods into her love tunnel at the same time, leaving her with sweat dripping from her curvacious frame. "Ahhhh!! AHHHH!! OH FUCK!! MMMMM!! MMMM!!" In fact, the onslaught becomes all too much for her to handle, as suddenly Sophie Howard begins to cum hard on the cocks of Paul London and Rey Mysterio, juices flowing out across both of their cocks to make them smile and groan as her snatch grinds against them, and if it wasn't for them holding her up by the waist and groping her big tits then she might have collapsed down onto the hunk underneath her. "MMMM!! Damn... I heard about bad British weather... Ahhhhh... But that was a downpour I can enjoy..." The masked Luchador says with a moan and a smile, feeling her cum across both his and the other WWE Superstar's dick as they both carry on pumping in and out of her well-fucked snatch, his hands still squeezing her ample breasts that have graced the infamous Page 3 of UK tabloids many times to keep her groaning from his expert touch. "Mmmmm... AHHHH!! Shit... Gotta love a woman who can take a real double team, British or otherwise..." He adds with another deep groan, sweating himself now much like the other hunk involved in this hot and heavy threesome is as they both look to enjoy her stuffed full pussy a little bit more, if not to just keep hearing her deep, lusty groans as she comes down from a clearly intense sexual peak that she most likely won't ever experience again. "Ahhhh... Joking aside Sophie... For a first timer around here? You took it like a champ..." London says with a handsome smile on his sweat covered face, pulling out of her snatch with a groan as he steps back. "Yeah... Maybe not on the level of a Torrie or Trish, but you are right up there... Mmmm..." Mysterio adds with a moan of his own, lifting the worn out model off of his cock. "You sure you're not wanting to stick around the WWE? I'm sure we could put in a good word for you..." "Ahhhh... Oh fuck... I don't think I can walk, let alone stick around anywhere..." Sophie groans as she gasps for air, managing to get into a kneeling position on the floor but the shameless grin on her face shows she's loved every bit of being fucked by both of them. "Well... Might as well give you a proper WWE send off then..." Paul says with a grin of his own as he and Rey approach her, gripping their throbbing dicks. With little energy to do much of anything, the beautiful UK glamour model just watches as the masked hunk moves in, using his hands to lift up her large breasts in order to sandwich his long, thick cock between them, making himself moan as he feels the soft, ample flesh all around his shaft to make it almost disappear between her mounds. "MMMM!! Oh shit mami... This tits are amazing!! AHHHH!!" He groans as he starts to fuck her vast boobs, sliding his throbbing rod up and down between her cleavage as he keeps her mountains tightly pressed against the sides of his man meat, the lube provided by her own pussy juices that coat his inches being more than enough along with the sweat to make for a smooth motion as he swiftly pumps himself between her breasts. At the same time, the reigning WWE Cruiserweight Champion has turned her raven-haired head to the side so he can push his lengthy tool past her soft lips one more time, wasting no time in pumping his pulsating man meat in and out of her still soothingly warm and wet oral hole, a feeling made all the more hotter knowing that she's having to taste her own snatch from her pussy juices that are dripping off of his member. "MMMM!! Awwww yeah... Her mouth is fucking awesome as well man..." He gazes down at her pretty facial features, seeing the clear lust still in her eyes as she all too willingly lets her mouth be used to get him off, not that she has any energy left to even try and deny him, and feeling her tongue lightly flick against his underside shows she's getting off on this, even after having just had a intense orgasm moments ago. "Mmmmm!! Ahhhh!! MMMM!! Ahhhh Sophie!! Oh shit, these tits!!" The multi-time former Cruiserweight Champion in both the WWE and WCW is showing how much he loves pumping his big dick in between the large, perfectly rounded breasts that have graced Page 3 many times, even squeezing those titties with his hands and keeps them pushed up tight against his shaft as he thrusts it in and out of her boobs so the head of his tool just appears out at the top of her cleavage. "Ahhhh!! Oh FUCK! MMMM!! AHHHHH!!" Having not exactly planned to hold back doing this, it's no surprise that after a couple more swift and deep pumps into her tits, he has to pull out of them and start stroking himself off as Rey Mysterio starts to blow his load across the large breasts of Sophie Howard. He moans deeply as thick streaks of jizz shoot out of his Latino cock and onto her vast, English tits to give both mounds a generous covering of his spunk, making sure to milk himself dry and send every last drop of his cum out onto her ample tit flesh, making her groan in the process from the feeling of his warm spunk all across her boobs. "MMMM!! Awwww yeah!! AHHHHH!! Here it comes Sophie!! Awwww FUCK!!" Similarly, the pace from this whole steamy sexual encounter has finally taken its toll and with a deep groan, Paul London starts to cum inside the mouth of Sophie Howard, soon filling up her oral hole with his spunk that makes her groan at the sensation, and then moan as she doesn't hesitate to swallow his cum down. "Ahhhh... Mmmmm... Oh wow... Mmmmm..." The Southport, England-beauty closes her eyes as she savors the taste but makes sure to not allow her mouth to be filled up too much, not spilling a drop of the Austin, Texas-born stud's load as she drinks down each shot fired into her, even managing to swirl her tongue around the tip of his rod as it softens inside her mouth before he finally steps back with a huge smile on his face. "Ahhhh... Holy fuck!! I came here to promote a book and a newspaper... And I end up getting fucked by two bloody wrestlers!" Sophie says with a laugh as she looks up at both men. "You seriously treat every girl around here like this?" "This? It's nothing new... From ECW, WCW, and to here, it's all the same..." Mysterio says, still clad in his mask but the more than satisfied smile in his face is clear as he looks over the gorgeous model with cum covering her breasts. "And the Divas never complain either..." "It's the truth... Hot babes plus a lot of dudes like me and Rey? That means a whole lot of action backstage, as well as the ring. Now you really sure you don't want to see if you can make it as a Diva around here?" He asks with a handsome, joking smile. She smirks up at them both. "Sorry lads... But I've got deals here in the UK to fulfill..." Howard says with a slight lick of her lips as she glances at the two cocks that had just fucked her almost senseless. "But I think I might just tune in to this show from now on... Now that I know never to judge by size ever again!" * * * Later on in the evening as the taping of WWE Smackdown in the UK continues, the show is in full swing as the reigning WWE Tag Team Champions, the duo known as MNM are heading backstage after having competed in their match which saw the storyline between Rey Mysterio and Eddie Guerrero take a new turn. Both handsome and muscular studs are clad in their lavish ring attires of tight fitting and flashy pants, and have their tag title belts on their shoulders as they head along the corridor towards their locker room. "So... Melina's ditched us already huh?" Joey Mercury asks, casting a knowing look to his tag partner. "Who's in her sights tonight? Stutter gimmick Morgan? The poetic genius of Heindenreich? Oh wait, I bet it's JBL! You know she loves going for money and gold... Or is that just what she "digs", right?" "I've already told you... Melina knows what she's doing..." Johnny Nitro quickly defends his girlfriend, with clear annoyance on his face at what the other WWE Superstar is saying. "She knows how to get ahead, and get us ahead in the process." "Yeah, by giving some head..." Mercury says with a chuckle as the two turn a corner, but they both come to a stop when they see someone heading towards them, going in the opposition direction. "Damn! Check out the weapons on that babe!" The woman in question is one of the UK glamour and Page 3 models who along with three other fellow Daily Star Girls filmed a segment to be broadcast on Smackdown to tie-in with an in-ring appearance they all made on the episode of Raw in the same week. Namely the stunning blonde Michelle Marsh, who is dressed in white shorts that cling to her sexily rounded ass, and a tight, white T-shirt with the logo of the tabloid The Daily Star on the front that strains against her massive breasts. The English model famed for her topless shoots for Page 3 and Lads' Mags soon locks eyes with the two men, raising a interested eyebrow as she looks them both over. "So... What exactly are you two supposed to be?" Michelle questions as she comes to a stop in front of them both, placing her hands on her hips. "I don't exactly follow this WWE stuff, but you can't tell me you both walk around every day dressed like this." "We are the A-List tag team of the WWE, as well as the WWE Tag Team Champions..." Johnny says with a smirk, patting his title belt. "We are MNM... And we could rock your world, all night long..." He adds with a cocky tone, not hiding the fact that he's checking her out. "Oh right, sure you can..." Marsh says with a smirk of her own. "Sure all this flashy stuff isn't just compensating for something else?" "What about you? You've got the look of being a WWE Diva..." Joey says, his looks a whole lot more subtle than the other man is being. "And I'm sure you haven't been through the initiation yet..." "Sorry lads, but me and the other Page 3 girls..." She says, running a hand across the logo on her shirt. "Are just doing promotional stuff for this show and the Daily Star newspaper. Besides, if you..." She motions at Nitro. "Are what's considered "A-List" across in America? I don't think I want any part of it." "Yeah... Because you know you couldn't last against a couple of real men like me and Joey, let alone fuck your way onto the A-List!" Nitro boasts again. "I don't know Johnny... I think that she could be exactly the kind of girl that would be perfect for us..." Joey says. "And it'd make a change from being around your bitch of a girlfriend as well..." "Trying to score with me, but you've already got a bird?" Michelle asks with a smirk." Sounds like a headline from the paper I pose in... But I bet I could easily make you both see who exactly is a "girl" around here after I'd finished with you both." She boldly states, glancing between them both. "From the looks of you, this A-List doesn't look all it's cracked up to be." "Is that a challenge?" Mercury questions. "Then how about you come with us, and show us what you can do then? Unless you're more of a Z-List than anything close to an A..." * * * Moments later, in the suitably A-List quality locker of the MNM stable, Michelle Marsh has shown she doesn't waste time as she's currently completely naked with her sexily curved body on full display, her nicely thick ass, neatly shaved pussy, and her huge, voluptuous breasts all being shown off. Not to mention that she's currently mounted on the rock hard, long and fat dick of Joey Mercury as he sits back on the couch on the locker room, and the fact that she's bouncing on him with a lot more enthusiasm that she should have considering the two have only just met. "Mmmm! Mmmm... Mmmmph!!" She's also getting busy with the other half of the hunky tag team, as she bobs her head along the even longer shaft of Johnny Nitro who is grinning and groaning as she handles half of his size inside her mouth, moaning around him as she slurps away and impressively keeps good timing while fucking the other stud involved in this at the same time. "Ahhhh... No matter the country... Blondes love to fucking party..." Nitro states with a smirk, gazing down and watching the stunning blonde suck away on his cock, already getting her saliva layered onto his rod from the smooth and steady motion she's using that, along with her riding the other dick she's currently handling, is making her long hair away a little. "Mmmm... Goes double... Mmmm! With chicks as stacked as this one is..." He adds rather back-handedly, but his moans of pleasure shows he's more than enjoying the oral skills on display as he feels her full, pouty lips gliding back and forth over his inches, a slight slap of her tongue against his underside showing she knows exactly how to handle a cock, and even one of this great size and thickness. "Mmmm! Ahhh fuck... No shit, just look at her go..." An equally grinning Mercury states as he brings his hands up to her huge breasts, squeezing and playing with them as his fingers easily dig in to the more than ample flesh, causing her to groan around the dick she's blowing while she keeps on briskly raising and dropping herself onto the rod deep in her snug, wet snatch. "Mmmm... Damn, just look at this tits... Look fucking bigger than Melina's..." He groans out as he pumps his manhood up into the snatch that's riding him, timing it perfectly to send all his thick inches up into her box when she drops down, a slap of skin meeting tanned skin sounded out when their desirable bodies connect while he continues to grope and enjoying the bouncing boobs right in front of his face. "Mmmmph!! Ahhhhh! Mmmm... Mmmmph!" The English beauty continues to let out muffled moans around the pole she's taking deeper into her oral hole, showing no signs of shame as she continues to work herself between the two fat American cocks that are stuffing her mouth and snatch full, serving as encouragement for her to keep bouncing on the hunk she's on top off while she swiftly sucks on the other grappler. "Mmmmph... Mmmmm... Mmmm!! Mmmm..." She groans again, glancing b.riefly at the hands that are gripping her big titties with a look that shows she isn't surprised, but soon focuses back on the standing stud as she sinks her head down further onto his rod to take him in deep, both of them moaning as her pretty face moves closer towards his crotch. "Ahhh! Mmmm... She's not bad... Mmmm..." The co-winner of Tough Enough III says with a moan, even though he's impressed by both how well she's blowing him and the fact that she hasn't yet gagged once around even, even as she starts to deep throat all of his inches, making her throat noticeably bulge when she pushes forward to take him in. "Mmmmm fuck... She's no Melina... Ahhhh... But she's good..." Nitro claims again even if his clear moans tell the true story as his cock is now coated in her saliva from the repeated, steady sucking she's been giving him, and all the while continuing to bounce sharply on the shaft that's deep in her snatch, a sign that this isn't the first time the glamour model has taken on two men at once in a sexual encounter. Giving a couple more sucks, she lefts her head away with a groan as she catches her breath for a moment. "Mmmm... Don't know about fucking habits in the States... But it's pretty bloody rude to talk about some other woman... Ahhh! When you're banging one right with you..." Michelle says, casting a look to Nitro as she enjoys some more deep bounces onto the other hunk. "Coming from a chick who makes a living showing her tits off to the world?" Johnny says with a smirk as he moves across the room towards his travel bag. "Don't think you have any right to comment on rude and decency here honey..." He says over his shoulder as he fishes out a bottle of lubricant from the bag. "Ahhhh... Don't mind him... Guy's been under the thumb with his girlfriend... Mmmm... For years..." Joey says, giving her huge tits another squeeze before delivering a final few thrusts up into her snatch. "Mmmm! No wonder you were so eager to get... Ahhhh... A real woman around you for once..." Marsh smiles at him before she lifts herself off from his rod, moving back so she can slip down between his spread legs. "But you know what they say... Blondes do it better, right?" She says with a seductive look in her smoking eyes, placing her hands on his muscular thighs and she parts her lips, taking his cock into her oral hole. "Ahhh! Mmmm... Too fucking right they do..." The Fairfax, Virginia-born stud says with a moan as he sits back, watching the beauty born in Royton, Greater Manchester expertly go to work on his meaty length, her pouty lips wrapping tightly around his size as she slides her head up and down onto him, already groaning around his size and all the while gazing up at him as she sucks him off. "Mmmm! Oh shit... Damn, that's what I'm talking about... Ahhh..." Unlike his tag partner, he isn't afraid to voice his approval and in turn he's getting the rewards as she eagerly uses a swift and smooth pace, moving her mouth up to the head and then right back down to over the half way mark, and having no issue with cleaning up her own pussy juices that are covering his member as she blows him. Page 3 Meets WWE "We'll see what she can handle..." The other half of the MNM tag team says as he drops down into position behind her, pulling her hips back so she's in the classic doggy style position before he pushes his cock, that's still coated with her own saliva, into her still tight and damp snatch, causing them both to moan even before he starts to firmly pump in and out of her. "Ahhhh... I don't get why you're... Mmmm! So impressed with her..." He claims, sliding his tool back and forth into the snug snatch of the winner of The Daily Star's 2002 Search for a Babe contest, but his moans soon increase when she starts pushing back against his motion, taking his man meat deeper into her love tunnel. Flipping the lid off the bottle, he pours a little lube out onto his finger before moving down towards her juicy looking ass, putting the bottle down so he can spread her cheeks apart before pushing the digit into her other lower hole. "MMMM!! Mmmmph!! Mmmm..." The eyes of the busty blonde widen at the unexpected invasion, but she isn't thrown off by her asshole being slowly fingered and lubed up while she takes a pumping from behind at the same time, as she keeps on pushing her booty backward to meet every forward thrust into her wet pussy that she's getting. "Ahhhh... Mmmm! MMMM!! Mmmm..." She continues to groan as she rocks her gorgeously curved English body between the two hunky WWE Superstars, taking a long American cock in both ends as she bobs her head swiftly onto the dick in front of her and keeps moving sharply against the fucking she's getting in her tight pussy from behind, and not showing any discomfort from the anal action going on as well. "Ahhhh... MMMM!! Geez, what babe... Ahhhh... Are you fucking right now?" Mercury questions, although his attention is obviously more on the stunning facial features that are being raised and lowered onto his cock, saliva now dripping down his fat inches from the quick, repeated motion as once again she's show off her deep throating skill when she pushes herself right down onto him. "MMMM!! Fuck!! Ahhhh... This Page 3 stuff I've got to check out..." He groans out, putting a hand on the back of her long, blonde haired head as she resumes her hungry bobbing motion, loud slurps being heard each time she moves up and down on his manhood, her hands slightly rubbing his thighs as she grips them for support, using nothing but her mouth to give him some oral satisfaction with porn star-like skill. "Ahhh... Mmmm!! Big deal... She can take on two at once..." The other hung hunk still tries to hold back his enjoyment, even as he stiffly pumps his cock back and forth into her damp and still snug pussy, his muscular frame connecting with her perfectly curved body when he thrusts forward to meet her as she pushes sharply back. "Ahhh... I bet... Mmmm... The slut can't even take it up the ass... MMMM!!" He claims through his moans, keeping his finger moving firmly in and out of her asshole as he fucks her snatch at the same time, making sure to properly lube up that hole with some steady fingering, while at the same time still thrusting his shaft balls deep into her snatch, his nutsack slapping against the bottom of her pussy when he plunges in fully and she rocks back to meet every pump. Hearing that insult, she quickly lifts her head away to glare back at the hunk banging her from behind. "You match your fucking mouth, prick!" Michelle says with narrowed eyes. "Maybe I'll shove my fingers up your arse and see how you like it??" "Knowing how Melina treats him, he's probably enjoy that..." Joey says with a chuckle as he leans back, watching as she makes the move to shift forward, climbing back up onto his lap. "Hey, what the Hell man?" Johnny says as he pours some lube from the bottle onto his cock before starting to stroke it onto and over his length. "You're supposed to be on my side here!" He adds with a frown on his handsome face as he can't seem to understand the hatred towards his girlfriend. "Not when it comes to your bitch of a girlfriend making you into a bitch all the time..." Mercury says, grinning as he takes in the sight of the perfectly curved body in front of him as Marsh lowers herself down onto his cock to make them both moan. "Now if you don't mind... I've got a different kind of pussy to deal with... Ahhh... Other than you..." Wasting no time to show what he's meaning, the former OVW Television Champion starts to firmly thrust his big cock right up into her wet and still tight snatch, making them both groan out loudly and without shame as she grinds her pussy down against his crotch, resting her hands on his broad shoulders and letting him take the lead as he bangs her with a series of forceful and steady pumps. "Ahhhh... MMMM!! Mmmm... Ahhh fuck yeah..." He grunts, his eyes glued to her vast, sexily rounded breasts that are bouncing in front of him as her body jolts up each time he fires his dick up into her love tunnel, and he just can't resist sliding his hands up to once again cup and squeeze those magnificent mounds, in turn making her groan again as she tilts her head back, showing that he knows exactly how to handle a pair of fantastic tits like hers. "Ahhhh! Mmmm... Yeah! Fucking take it Michelle! MMMM!!" "We'll see... Awwww fuck!! If she can take this... Ahhhh!" The man who would go on to be known as John Morrison hisses through his teeth as he pushes his dick up into the plump rump of one of the most famous Page 3 girls in UK tabloid history, groaning as he feels how tight her back passage is even with the prior lubrication. Seeing that she isn't motioning for this invasion to stop, and fighting back the shock of that, he starts to pump himself in and out of her ass, moaning with each movement as he establishes a steady and firm pace. "MMMM!! Ahhhh... Damn!! She must have... Ahhhh... Been taking tips from my girl..." He claims, sliding his man meat firmly forward between her butt cheeks as he keeps them spread apart, letting him gaze down and see exactly how much of his thick dick she's already able to take, and as a little more fits in every time he thrusts forward, it seems clear she can take a whole lot more. "If that's... Ahhh! The case... MMMM!! Then why isn't Michelle whining and crying about getting... Mmmm... Fucked up the ass??" The seated WWE Superstar says as he keeps on thrusting his cock straight up into her snatch, making his balls slap into her skin every time he drives up into her wet but still nicely snug hole, leaning in for a moment so he can suck on her rock hard nipples, further making her moan out as he swats his tongue across the tips of her tits as he gropes away at them. "AHHH!! Your "girl" could only take... Mmmm... A few inches before she was... MMMM!! Complaining about us being too rough..." Mercury grunts out as he uses this swift and forceful pace to drive his shaft right up and balls deep into her pussy, making sure she takes every inch of him into that wet snatch as his stiff motion continues to make her rock sharply upwards, in turn making her ass push backward against the pumps she's getting into her other lower hole, as her pussy slaps down against the crotch of the hunk she's on top off. "MMMM!! Fuck!! Ahhhh... Can't you boys... Mmmm... Just enjoy yourselves here??" The regular of several "Lads' Mags" in the UK says with a grin on sweat-covered face as even though she's been more than handling the hammering from both hung hunks, the effects are starting to show with that perspiration forming across her stunningly curved body, but it isn't stopping her from grinding back and forth between the two men. "MMMM... I know... Ahhhh! I know I fucking am!" The busty Englishwoman says, moaning deeply as the two long and fat American cocks continue to drive firmly and with increasing speed into her ass and snatch to fill her up more than she's even been stuffed before in her life, giving her sexy and curvy body the kind of fucking she and her incredible tits truly deserve. "AHHHH!! Screw you Joey!! Mmmm... You're just jealous..." Nitro groans as he continues to slide his dick in and out of her asshole as he squeezes her nicely rounded ass cheeks, feeling her back passage all around his shaft as it's clear that this isn't the first time she's engaged in some anal sex, further impressing as she seems to all too easily take a cock of his great size in her much tighter hole. "You know my girl... MMMM... Is a real A-List babe..." He moans out as sweat starts to noticeably form across his muscular, desirable body, his claims becoming more weak with every moan he lets out as he keeps on stiffly fucking the sexy backside of the glamour model in front of him as she gets pounded in her snug snatch at the same time by his MNM tag team partner to ensure they give her a very intense double team. "MMMM!! Forget A-List mate... You're a real A-hole... Ahhhh... By the sounds of things..." Michelle says with a look over her shoulder, giving Nitro a smirk as she moans and continues to rock between both men's steady thrusts into her lower holes. "You're lucky... Ahhhh FUCK!! I'm giving you the time of day..." Johnny claims again as he eases his dick out of her booty with a groan. "Shit... Enough talk about that bitch Melina..." Joey says, pulling out of her snatch with a moan as he lifts her up and off from his lap. "You hold her up, and I'll get ready to tap that ass of hers..." He adds, reaching down to grab the bottle of lube from the floor. "You know Johnny, you're a pretty good sight to look at..." Marsh states she wraps her legs around the other hunk's waist when he lifts her up and off the ground. "Shame that you're such an arse-hole..." She adds with a smirk. "MMMM! Laugh it up honey... Ahhhh! You're going to get what I give my girl... MMMM... Each time she comes back to me!" Nitro states as he grips her waist and starts to swiftly slam his shaft straight up into her soaking wet snatch, making her moan out as he sends all of his thick inches into her love tunnel with one thrust, his balls smacking up into her skin and making her lean in, pressing her huge breasts against his muscular chest as she grips onto him with both arms around the neck. "Ahhhh! Mmmm!! Yeah... Let's see... MMMM!! You take it now!!" He groans as he uses a piston-like movement to pump his length in and out of her still nicely tight but now very damp pussy, gripping onto her toned and tanned waist as he bangs the Daily Star Girl and uses his superior strength to easily keep her held completely off the ground, even as he goes into using this swift and forceful pace to fuck her, making them both moan loudly but without even a hint of shame. Having spread and then stroked a more than generous amount of lube onto his cock, the other WWE Superstar moves back into the mix as he approaches her from behind, spreading her butt cheeks apart so he can now slide his member into her asshole with a firm and controlled thrust. "AWWWW fuck!! MMMM!! Oh fuck yeah! This is a... MMMM!! Real piece of ass..." Mercury says with a grin and a groan, not holding back as he slides himself back and forth past her asshole, the previous pumping she'd taken in that hold allowing him to plunge in impressively deep already and seeing that she is showing zero signs of discomfort, he's already putting some force behind his motion. "Ahhhh! MMMM!! No way... Ahhhh... Melina could take it this... AHHH!! This deep!" He's able to grunt out, gripping and even giving her juicy ass a firm spank as he fucks that often overlooked but very sexy backside, driving his cock in and out with a series of steady and perfectly timed thrusts, showing his own experience as he shows exactly how to handle a woman, let alone an ass, of this quality and beauty. "OH FUCK!! MMMM... AHHHH!! Oh shit!! MMMM!! Fucking HELL!!" The woman who would go on to star in several British reality TV shows couldn't now care less about the differences of opinion between the two hunks, just the two massive cocks they are giving her as she gets stuffed full in her juicy ass and her soaking wet pussy at the same time. "MMMM!! Oh yes!! YES!! MMMM!! Ooooooh FUCK!! MMMM..." She continues to sweat and moan, her big breasts grinding and sliding against the chest of the stud she's clutching onto as she's made to roughly jolt upwards thanks to the hard thrusts she's getting from them both, their dicks driving in balls deep and making it no surprise that her moans are loud enough to bounce around the MNM locker room this steamy threesome is happening in. "Ahhhh... MMMM!! Damn it... I hope... AHHHH!! Every tour to the UK... MMMM!! Ends up like this..." The former tag team champion in multiple promotions in the indies says as he continues to keep on driving his fat American cock into the English beauty's gorgeous ass, giving every single inch of his length with the kind of forceful and quick pace that would most likely render any other woman unable to walk straight for well over a week. "Mmmm... AHHHH... Wonder if there's any other... MMMM!! Of these Page 3 chicks who... AHHHH... Who can get party like this..." He manages to grunt out, sweat now coating all of his desirable and muscular frame but he's not stopping from enjoying every moment that he can of getting a piece of this stunning blonde as he and his tag team partner keep on firing up into her with thrust after quick and forceful thrust. "AHHHH... AWWWW FUCK!! Mmmmm!! Forget... Ahhhh!! About that... Looks like this party... MMMM... Has just finished..." There's a reason for Johnny Nitro to be smug here, as he continues to deliver swift and stiff thrusts up into the snatch of Michelle Marsh as with her head tilted back and a deep, long moan let out, she starts to cum hard on his cock while Joey Mercury fucks her up the ass at the same time. Indeed, the intensity of this double team action to double penetrate her lower holes, along with the sheer size of their thick cocks, was too much for her to take any more as more of her juices now flood out and over the throbbing dick pumping up into her pussy, "MMMM!! AHHHH... Like I said... MMMM!! Not too bad... Just... AWWWWW fuck!! MMMM... Not quite A-List..." Nitro continues to claim, even as he's only able to give her a couple more thrusts up into her snatch before he has to pull out, his cock pulsating wildly now but the other WWE hunk behind her gives her ass a few more stiff pumps, aiding her to rde out the intensity of her orgasm that makes her groan out with closed eyes. "Ahhhh... You... You see?" Johnny says with a grin, unwrapping her legs from around him so he and the other stud can set her down on the ground. "That's what happens when... OH FUCK!!" "MMMPH!! Mmmm... MMMM!!" Suddenly Michelle dived down onto her knees, taking Nitro's cock into her mouth and not holding back as she stated to swiftly suck him off, taking all of his thick length deep between her lips and lashing her tongue up, cleaning off her own pussy juices from around the very dick she's just came all over. "Mmmmph!! MMMM... Mmmm!!" She's showing impressive energy here despite having just hit her sexual high, but is more just proving a point as she's making the hunk receiving this blowjob have to grab onto the edge of the couch they'd been fucking on minutes ago just to stand up. "AHHH!! MMMM!! OH FUCK!! FUUUUUUCK!!" Now it's Johnny Nitro who's party is brought to a sudden finish, as the expert cock sucking skill of Michelle Marsh forces him to cum, making his sizeable load flood into her mouth to make her groan in surprise, but it doesn't stop her from continuing to bob her head along his member. "AHHHH... MMMM... Ahhhh... Fuck!! MMMM..." He can only gasp and moan as shot after thick shot of his spunk fills up her oral hole as the busty and now well fucked blonde rocks her head up and down on his pole a couple more times before she moves back, letting his spent length fall from her mouth. Now she parts her lips, showing off all of his jizz that she's collected before with a smirk and a satisfied gulp she swallows it all down, licking her lips afterwards before she promptly turns away, shifting closer to the other man who's been a part of the three-way action. "Now that your arsehole of a friend is out of the way..." Michelle says with a saucy smile, moving up close so that she can line up her chest with his throbbing cock. "How about I give you something to brag about?" She offers, but already can guess the answer from his smile as she takes his dick and slips it between her mountains. "Awww fuck you guys..." Nitro says with a frown, making a dismissive hand motion as he turns to start putting his clothes back on. "Compared to that gutter-slut Melina? It'd be... MMMM... An insult to you to even compare how good you two fuck..." He says with a grin, watching as she sandwiches his man meat between her sizable mounds. "Bet you say that to all the girls you fuck..." Marsh teases as she grips her boobs. "From the sounds of it... And how shite she seems to be, I think you do..." With another smile, the stunning Page 3 model starts to slide her incredibly large and sexy breasts all the way up and down on the cock that's just been fucking her balls deep up her juicy ass, but now she's captured in her deep, pushed together cleavage and from the sounds of the moans coming from the handsome man receiving it, this is even better feeling than being straight up inside her backside. "Mmmm... Don't think I just give this out to anyone by the way..." She playfully teases again,leaning her head down for a moment so she can spit down onto the crowd on his rod, soon her tits moving up so her saliva gets rubbed into his shaft and her boobs as she administers this titwank with her more than ample breasts. "But you've fucking earned a reward mate... Mmmm... So just enjoy..." She keeps her hands firmly pressing her large tits against his member, making it completely vanish between her boobs when she slides them up, but the head of his rod appearing from between them when she quickly drags them down just to repeat the motion again. "MMMM!! Holy fuck!! Mmmm.. Oh trust me... I'm... AHHHH... Fucking enjoying this!!" The sweating, groaning hunk from Fairfax, Virginia can't help but grin as he gazes down and watches his long and thick to match cock be captured between the massive and perfectly rounded breasts of the beauty born in Royton, Greater Manchester in England. "Mmmm... AHHHH shit... MMMM!! Fucking Hell... So... MMMM... So fucking good!!" He moans as his manhood throbs wildly between her big mountains as she keeps them firmly pressed against and around his pole, ensuring her feels all of the soft flesh as she smoothly and expertly glides her sexy and large tits all the way up and down his shaft, the seductive look on her sweat-covered face just adding to the pleasure he's getting from her. "Mmmm... Oh yeah Joey... Come give me that load... Let it all out..." She says, seeing him pull his cock out from between his tits as he starts to furiously jerk himself off, and she barely pushes her tits up and together as a target before the first shot of spunk lands onto her, as Joey Mercury starts to blow his load onto the huge breasts of Michelle Marsh. She can't help but grin as she watches streak after warm and thick stream of jizz splash across her breasts as she offers them up as a more than ample target, the busty blonde licking her lips again as she watches the sizeable amount of cum land across both of her boobs. "Ahhh... Fucking Hell! That bitch you're around must make you guys have some serious blue balls!" She says with a laugh, seeing his cock start to soften after the final drops of spunk are flicked off from the tip of his tool, leaving her to groan as she uses her hands to rub his jizz all across her massive titties, cupping her own breasts as she makes sure his cum is spread out all across them both for a nice, glazed covering. Page 3 Meets WWE "So... Still think this Melina girl is still something special?" Michelle asks with a smirk as she stands up from the floor, casting a look over at Nitro who's gotten dressed already. "I already said it, you're good enough." Johnny rather rudely snaps, making it clear that he's been shown up by her during this. "Now hit the bricks before my girl gets back." "Yeah... And kicks your ass for daring to bang a hotter chick behind her back." Joey says with a smirk. "But yeah, maybe you should get out of here before that mega bitch comes back... Hearing about her is nothing compared to having to put up with her." "I can believe that..." Marsh says, giving Joey an approving look over as she licks her full lips a little. "But it's good to know that even without going over to Hollywood... I can still get onto the A-List..." * * * As the taping of WWE Smackdown in the UK approaches the main event of the night, the current WWE Champion, the handsome and muscular John Cena, is heading back towards his locker room having earlier in the night successfully defeated former rival Rene Dupree in a match. As he heads along, clad in the same trademark shorts he was competing in earlier on that show off his ripped, muscular upper body, and with his title proudly resting on his shoulder, out of the corner of his eye he spots something that makes him stop and turn. What appears to be the WWE Tag Team Champions of the duo known as MNM are making a hasty exit, but more surprising to him is what looks to be a stunning and curvaceous blonde leaving with them that he doesn't recognize. "Man, Melina is gonna be pissed... Well, more pissed than she usually is, if she finds out those guys have picked up a hottie to take back to the hotel." Cena says to himself, watching the group leave. "With Rey and Paul leaving with that hot dark haired woman earlier, it must be take a hottie home night in Brimingham!" He chuckles to himself before he turns to continue on. Only a step later and he bumps into an extremely pleasant sight indeed in the form of another one of the Daily Star Page 3 girls who had taken part in a recorded segment to air on Smackdown, one of the UK's rising glamour model stars and a woman who would become over the years the most successful glamour model in British history - Lucy Pinder. The gorgeous brunette is dressed like her fellow Page 3 girls have been in short white shorts that hug to her nicely rounded ass, and a truly eye-catching sight of a very tight white top with the Daily Star tabloid logo on the front that strains against her massive, round breasts. "Oh goodness! Sorry about that!" Lucy quickly apologises as she takes a step back, caught off guard both by the bumping and the sight of the muscular, half naked stud in front of her. "Hey, relax! Around here, happens more times than you'd imagine." John says with a reassuring smile before he offers a hand. "John Cena, WWE Champion." "Lucy. Lucy Pinder." Pinder smiles back, relieved as she shakes the hand. "I'm with the rest of the Daily Star Page 3 girls, if I can bloody find them. We taped a video segment earlier for this show for... William Regal I think his name is?" "Oh yeah, that's definitely the guy." Cena says, taking a brief look over her. "Page 3 huh? Sounds pretty important... Are pages one, two, and the rest not important enough for you?" He playfully teases the busty brunette. "Well, for the male readers it is." She smirks. "Considering it's on Page 3 where women like me pose topless! Well, at least, I would if I actually did Page 3. I'm more of a model for the centerfold I guess you'd call it in America?" She laughs a little. "So... A Page 3 Girl, who isn't a Page 3 girl?" John smirks. "Personally I'm not about being something I'm not, but seeing how you look right now? I think you can make any page work just fine." He says with a flirty tone. "Well, I'm still kind of new to glamour modeling, but I know one day I'll more than happily pose topless." Lucy states, taking a moment to check out the stud in front of her. "You're the Champion around here then? Since I'm a guest here tonight at your show... Maybe you can show me what the WWE is all about, and why it's all so special?" "Show you? Lucy, I can do you one better. My locker room is just down the hallway and there's a saying I love to use around here - If you Want Some, then Come Get Some. I'll show you exactly what being the WWE Champion is all about." Glancing to the side, she bites her bottom lip for a moment, mulling over the offer. "I should be trying to find the other girls... But goodness knows where they went to..." Looking back, she gives him a nod and a smile. "You know what John? If you're offering, then I bloody do "want some"..." She says, taking another approving look over him. * * * Moments later in his private locker room, the handsome WWE Champion is kneeling between the spread legs of the gorgeous and now bottomless Lucy Pinder, who lets out a groan as John Cena runs his tongue along the outside of her neatly trimmed pussy, a sly smirk on his face as he works over the outer folds of her snatch. "Mmmm... I always said I wanted to eat something over here... Pretty sure this will beat fish and chips..." John jokes as he slowly and steadily runs his tongue around her snatch in a clockwise motion, looking up and seeing her watching intently with a groan, now just dressed in that tight white top that's stretching against those magnificent breasts, starting to eat her out as her moves along and briefly touches the outer folds of her snatch. "Mmmm! Oh fuck! Mmmm..." The stunning glamour model moans as she relaxes back into the luxury couch of the locker room, running her hands along her own thighs as she feels the tongue of the WWE Superstar runs his tongue just against her snatch in a slightly teasing, but obviously experienced manner that's already making her wet just moments after getting started. "Mmmm... Ahhhh... Ooooooh John! Mmmm..." She groans as she gazes down to see brief glimpses of his tongue as he licks away around her pussy, making her lick her own lips as the effects of his initial oral action are clear as the clear outline of her hard nipples of her huge breasts can be seen from her already straining top, but when he finally moves his tongue properly onto her tight looking snatch to make her noticeably moan out. "Mmmm... Mmmmmph..." The reigning WWE Champion smirks into the pussy he's eating out again, hearing her erotic moans that are encouraging him to give her the kind of treatment it seems she's not used to, flicking his hungry tongue against her nicely damp folds and keeping his mouth close to her twat as he grips her tanned thighs. "Mmmmph! Mmmm... Mmmm..." Cena moans a little himself, a tent pitched in his own shorts as gets turned on by orally pleasuring the beautiful and busty model, slightly tilting his head back and forth as he slides his tongue around her sweet pussy, glancing up and seeing the mixed look of pleasure and surprise at skill, further making the hunk smile to himself at her approval. "Mmmm! Oh fuck John! You know... Mmmm... How to treat a guest right..." The British babe moans as she bites down on her bottom lip, slightly rocking her hips forward towards the American hunk's face as she feels that tongue working over her pussy at a controlled, savouring pace, unable to help herself as she places a hand onto the back of his head. "Ahhhhh! Mmmmm... Most bloody men just start off... Mmmm... Sucking my tits for ages... Ahhhhh!" The woman who would go on to be known as the UK's most successful glamour models moans again as the wrestler who would go on to be one of the most successful WWE Superstars of all time laps away at her now slick hole, his talented tongue slipping in further inside to keep her moaning out. "Mmmm... I'm not the guy to boast, but I like to think I'm not like other men." The former United States Champion says with another smirk before he dives back in, placing his lips onto her damp lower ones as he now sucks on her snatch, causing her to groan and arch off the couch slightly as he gets back into eating the stunning model out in his own locker room. "Mmmmph! Mmmm... Mmmph..." Slurping on that wet and tasty pussy, his mouth, lips and chin are getting a little stained with her juices as he drinks them down, working his tongue far into and around her at a steady pace, feeling her grind that snatch into his rugged facial features to make it further clear how much she's loving this oral treatment. "MMMM! Ohhhhh John! I wish every bloke... Ahhhh! Could go down on me like this..." Lucy groans with a slightly dazed smile from how great her pussy had been eaten as he moves back to stand up. "You've bloody earned a go on my tits now!" She says with a sexy smile, pulling her top up and over her head as her fantastic, round and juicy breasts bounce free before she sits back. "That sounds like great British hospitality... But I've got an idea we're both going to like..." John chuckles as he reaches down, undoing his shorts to let them drop to the floor and reveal the mouth-watering sight of his long and thick cock complete with a set of heavy, balls. "Holy shit!!" Pinder exclaims in a priceless look with wide eyes and an open mouth, staring at his big dick that's obviously the biggest she's ever seen. "That's... That's fucking huge!!" "You Brits have a fine way of giving compliments..." Cena smirks as he moves back in, lining his cock up with her wet snatch as he penetrates with a firm thrust. "MMMM!! Oooooooooh FUCK!!" The Winchester, Hampshire born stunner gasps, still with that look of shot on her pretty face as that lengthy tool enters, feeling her tight snatch clamping around the invasion to make this both the biggest cock she's ever seen and ever taken, proven by how snug her twat is as she still can't take her eyes away from between her legs at the dick being lodged right into her. "MMMM... Ahhhhh!! Oh fuck!! That's... That's so fucking big!" She groans as he begins to thrust that meaty pole back and forth into her snatch, quickly breaking into a firm rhythm as it appears he's getting used to the tight feeling all around his cock as the West Newbury, Massachusetts stud pumps forward into the busty brunette to already make her arch noticeably off from the couch she's getting fucked on. "Mmmm... It's a pretty tight fight... Ahhhh... At my end..." The current WWE Champion admits with a moan, not alone in feeling exactly how snug that nicely wet snatch feels but like a seasoned pro he's keeping control, using a series of long strokes to send his member into the beautiful model's pussy to make sure she gets used to such a vast size going deep into her. "Ahhhhh! Mmmmm... But I'm always up for a challenge..." He adds with another moan, giving a testing stiff thrust to see if she can handle it, and hearing her moan out and lock eyes with him makes him smile handsomely, taking the hint to deliver another, and another, and rewarding himself in the process as his dick gradually works further into that hot snatch with each one of those firm pumps. "Mmmmm!! Oh yes John! Ahhhhh! More!!" The gorgeous babe who would be voted the Daily Star's Favorite Page 3 Girl of All Time moans out again, desire in her eyes as she grips onto the arms of the muscular hunk in front of her, and to her moaning delight gets exactly what she wants in the form of several more stiff and swift thrusts to send that fat shaft deep into her snatch. "Mmmmm!! Fuck! That's bloody amazing! Oh shiiiiiiit MMMM!!" She groans again as the stud who would go on to hold the WWE title many more times shows more of his sexual ability as he uses a perfectly paced and forceful motion to send his dick in and out of that tight, wet snatch, making her tanned body bounce on the couch so her incredibly large and perfectly rounded tits jiggle in time with the rest of her desirable frame. "Ahhhh... You ain't so bad yourself... Mmmm!!" The muscular hunk states as he shifts himself to lean forward and over her, now plunging his hard rod right up into her tightness, causing him to groan out every time he slides his prick in and out of her wet hole, still feeling her walls wrapped around his manhood as he keeps himself stuffed deep to the point that his balls are smacking into her skin when he drives in. "Mmmmm... Awwwwww fuck!! MMMM... Most Divas around here... Take a little longer to be able to take... Ahhhh!! All of me in..." The WWE Superstar groans out as he keeps up this steadily but forceful thrusting pace, going in balls deep into her snug, wet snatch when he thrusts forward and makes her jolt back as she moans away, and even for a humble but handsome man like he is, he can't help but take a long look at those luscious, huge breasts of the gorgeous Page 3 babe as they bounce away in front of him. "MMMM... Guess that means... Ahhhhh! I'm not like other women..." Pinder states with a moan and a smile, catching him unawares as he stares at her large tits to press her full lips against his, tasting a little of her own snatch off of them as they start to make out, moaning into each other's mouths as he takes all of his inches deep into her snatch over and over again. "Mmmmmph!! Mmmm!! MMMM..." Their tongues slap against each other as spit gets swapped along with muffled moans of pleasure, and her massive chest continues to jiggle sexily from the rocking motion she's being made to do every time the curvaceous Englishwoman takes another pump from that fat and long American cock. Pulling back from the kiss, he smirks back at her as he eases his dick out of her pussy with a groan. "Like I said Lucy, you'd fit right in with the Divas around here..." Cena says as he moves now to take a seat on the couch of his locker room. "I bet you bloody say that to all the women you invite back here!" Lucy says with a laugh as she takes the opportunity to swing a leg over and straddle his muscular waist. "Well usually it's just Divas who stop by..." John starts to respond, cut off by a moan as he feels her reaching back to take his dick back into her pussy. "Mmmm... But the WWE Divas are known for being a lot more physical... And I don't just mean in the ring." "Mmmmm!! Fuck... That sounds like you're making a challenge to me now..." Pinder grins back, again using his words against him as she grinds her snatch down onto him for a moment before taking a hold of his shoulders and starting to bounce on his dick. "Mmmm! A little trash talking in the sack... Ahhhhh! Never hurt me before..." The reigning WWE Champion states with a moan, holding the stunning Page 3 girl by her toned waist as she gets right to work riding his massive dick, dropping her body down with a loud slap onto his chiseled frame as her thick ass cheeks smack into him before she smoothly lifts herself up to repeat the action. "MMMM! Ahhhhh... Maybe I just wanted to see... Mmmm!! What you could really do..." He groans out, mesmerized by the sight of those fantastic, large breasts of hers bouncing in time with the motion of her sexy body, making him lick his lips as his eyes move up and down in time with her motion, adding to the pleasure of his dick being stuffed right up into that still tight and sensually wet pussy. "MMMM!! Oh fuck!! AHHHHH... MMMM... Oh yes John!!" The beauty who has become a sex icon already in just the couple of years of being a professional glamour model shamelessly moans out, tossing her long brunette hair back as she briskly bounces her body on the thick, rock hard shaft of the stud she's on top off. "Ahhhhh!! You're so fucking big!! MMMM... Oooooh, and you can... Mmmmm... You can last..." She only lifts herself up to about the half-way mark on that lengthy pole, and then sharply rocks back until her crotch connects with the bass of his rod to make the erotic smack of flesh hitting tanned flesh ring out around the locker room they've been fucking in despite having only met about half an hour ago. "Ahhhhh! Ask around Lucy... MMMM... I ain't no damn minute man..." The sports entertainer smirks with a groan as he slides his hands up onto those big, tempting tits to squeeze them, causing her to further moan out as she swiftly rides his cock and he gets to marvel at the sight of his fingers easily digging into the vast flesh of those perfect, Page 3 quality breasts. "MMMM!! Awwwwww... Mmmmm shit!! You got some fucking skill yourself..." He happily admits, letting out another moan as he gropes and feels up perhaps the greatest pair of breasts to ever grace UK Lad's Mags, while she continues to skillfully bounce away on the still rock hard dick of the stud who would go on to have one of the most accomplished careers in WWE history, and both of them moaning loudly with delight each time she moves up or down on that meaty length. "Ooooooooh!! MMMMM... AHHHHHH!! Holy fuuuuuuuuuck!!" The big-breasted English beauty groans out, sweat forming across her already stunning facial features as she keeps up this swift and steady bouncing pace on the long and fat American cock lodged deep inside her snug and soaking wet snatch, showing she's not just able to look sexy but able to bring it, especially with a huge cock like this. "MMMM... OH FUCK!! Mmmmm!! You bloody love those... AHHHHH... Big tits of mine, don't you?" The woman who would star in the UK version of Celebity Big Brother in 2009 is able to groan out, placing her hands on top of his to aid him in squeezing those fantastic, rounded boobs while she manages to keep on riding the future movie star with brisk and forceful motions, taking him in balls deep each time she sharply drops down into his crotch. "MMMM... From what you've told me about your line of work... Ahhhhh... I'm not the only one who loves them..." The current WWE Champion smirks with a moan, more than happy to sit back and let her have a turn in the driver's seat, while he feels those tight walls still clamped around his dick as her snatch raises and lowers with speed time and time again, and allowing him to focus on feeling up her incredible breasts that still bounce away even within his grip. "Awwwww SHIT!! Mmmmm!! And that's no damn bad thing either... MMMM!!" He grunts out as the drop-dead gorgeous model rides his shaft with the sort of skill expected more from professional porn sluts, but it only further shows that the beauty who would become also known for her topless photoshoots doesn't just know that sex sells, she clearly practices it, and that's to both of their moaning pleasure as she gives a couple more balls deep bounces onto his dick. "MMMM... Too bloody right it's a good thing!" Lucy states with a lick of her lips, coming to a stop before she lifts herself up and off with a groan. "So, now you ready to see if you can handle my tits yet?" "Again, really tempting Lucy... But how about you get yours before I get mine?" John says with a smile, moving up to his feet and then positioning her to rest on her knees on the couch, her shapely backside pointing out towards him. "Wow... A bloke who actually wants to make me cum, and says no to my tits?" Pinder can't help but grin herself as she looks back over her shoulder at him. "Please tell me you're bloody single!" "Ah... That's a little, what's the word? Complicated?" Cena says, perhaps foreboding to his future relationships, but for now he's focusing on the stunner in front of him as he moves up close and presses the head of his shaft into her snatch. "But let me show you why around here... Ahhhh... I say that The Champ is Here!" "OH FUUUUUUCK!! MMMM!! MMMMM!! AHHHHH..." The beautiful Page 3 girl yells out her moan as the stud behind her wastes no time in driving his thick cock hard into her snatch, making her frame rock back and forth as she has to grip the back of the couch they've been fucking on for support, already feeling her snatch getting filled up with his cock once again. Page 3 Meets WWE "OH FUCK!! Mmmmmm!! YES JOHN!! AHHHHHH!! MMMMM..." Tossing her long brunette hair back, she bites her bottom lip again as she takes this balls deep thrusting into her still pleasurably tight but now soaking wet twat, resulting in an effortlessly smooth in and out motion for him, and making her keep on moaning away as sweat continues to form over her stunning, curvy frame. "Ahhhhh!! MMMM... Yeah... You take damn better... AHHHHH... Than some Divas around here can..." The current WWE Champion groans as he watches her nicely rounded ass smack off of his muscular waist when he drives forward into her with a deep pump, in turn making her rock forward so when she comes back he's there with yet another stiff to say the least thrust to make the stunning model continue to loudly from the effects of his top notch pounding. "MMMM... Awwwwww FUCK!! MMMM... Yeah, take all that fucking cock..." He's able to grunt out, starting to sweat now himself but not planning on relenting for a moment as he works his meaty rod in and out of her dripping wet and nicely snug snatch, giving the gorgeous English beauty the kind of treatment she deserves as he sends every thick inch of his American cock deep into her pussy each time he rams forward to fill her up unlike anything she's ever felt before. "MMMMM YESSSSSS!! UHHHHH!! Fucking fill me up!! AHHHH!! Don't bloody stop John!!" Shameless, needy begging escapes along with moans from the woman who would go on to be a glamour modeling icon in the UK, but for now is looking more like a horny slut as she rocks back and forth against the hard and fast pounding from behind from the WWE Superstar who would become one of the most decorated champions in history. "AHHHH... MMMMM!! Oh fuck!! MMMMM FUCK!! UHHHHH..." Her hands grip and dig into the couch she's getting banged on as her shapely backside continues to slap back against the hunk taking her from behind, making the ringing sound of skin meeting sweating and tanned skin ring out around this locker room, as her large, magnificent tits sway back and forth from the jolting way she's moving against those stiff pumps into her snatch. "Awwwwww FUCK!! Mmmmm!! Hot body, hot tits... AHHHHH!! MMMM... And a real nice ass... AHHHHH..." Cena comments in between groans of his own as he keeps on delivering thrust after hard and quick balls deep thrust straight into the busty babe up almost on her hands and knees on the seating in front of him, feeling no sting at all from his muscular midsection colliding with her sexy ass each time he pumps forward to fully stuff himself into that fantastic feeling twat of hers. "MMMMMM FUCK!! You'd be a damn shoe in... AHHHHH... To be a WWE Diva..." He's able to smirk before he moans, taking a long look over the now sweat soaked and stunning UK model that's being bounced along his length thanks to how powerful his thrusting motion is but since it's just helping him to stay lodged deep within her hot and nicely tight box he's not planning on letting up just yet. It's perhaps just as well, as having never experienced sex quite as intense as this, let alone with a piece of man meat as long and fat as his, it all becomes too much even for an expert at knowing how to turn men on as she would become to be known as. "OH FUCK! OH YES JOHN! YES!! AHHHHH MMMMMM!! OH FUUUUUUUUCK AHHHHHH!!" With another loud, erotic yell, Lucy Pinder starts to cum hard all over this pistoning cock of John Cena as her large tits swing away and juices flow out of her now more than simply well fucked snatch to further drench that big dick that continues to keep on thrusting deep into her, working to make her feel every moment of a sexual high she's likely to never forget. "MMMMM!! AHHHHHH... Oooooooooh FUCK... MMMMM... Bloody Hell!! AHHHHHH..." She groans and gasps, sweat dripping from her nose as she hangs her head down, grunting with each thrust that makes her body rock forward as she starts to come down from that sexual peak, a lick of her lips showing she loved every moment of it and is still made to moan as the stud behind her eases off to deliver a couple more pumps for good measure. "AWWWWW FUCK!! Mmmmm!!" Cena groans as he pulls his cock out from her dripping wet hole, seeing himself unsurprising pulsing now after such an intense fucking session with a beauty he'd only just met an hour ago. "So... You still up for letting me have some fun with those tits?" He asks with a handsome smile. Turning herself around and tossing her sweat-soaked hair back, she smirks at him and answers first by slipping down to her knees in front of him. "You've more than bloody earned this!" Lucy grins as she takes a hold of her chest. "You'd better blow all over them too!" "MMMM!! I think... AHHHHH... I can do that..." The current WWE Champion moans the moment she captures his throbbing cock between her fantastic, large tits, his member almost vanishing between her massive mounds but as he quickly starts to fuck her breasts the head of his cock appears from up between them before soon disappearing back down as he doesn't hold back with a swift and stiff pumping motion. "MMMM... AWWWWW SHIT!! Mmmm... Holy fuck Lucy!! Those tits feel... MMMM... So fucking good!!" The West Newbury, Massachusetts stud groans out, loving the feeling of the soft and more than ample flesh all around his cock that's coated with her pussy fluids, meaning along with the sweat all over those large English breasts he can pump up and down into her rack with as smooth a motion as he was using to make her orgasm moments before. "Mmmm... I've been told that before..." The gorgeous woman who would go on to become the UK's most successful glamour model says with a sly smirk, gazing up at the sweating, groaning WWE Superstar whose cock is rapidly pumping back and forth into her cleavage as she keeps her magnificently large and perfectly rounded breasts tightly presses against and around that thick piece of man meat. "But never by someone who can shag as good as you can." She adds, glancing down so she can spit onto the head of his member when it pops up, making him groan again as he feverishly fucks those big boobs with rapid fire pumps, causing her to groan from the sinful sensation of that long cock sliding up and down in between her own breasts as she pushes them up and against that thrusting rod that minutes ago had been balls deep in her snatch and making her cum. "MMMM!! Awwwww FUCK... MMMM... Thanks Lucy..."The hunk who would go on to hold the WWE title he currently holds several more times is only half listening as he stares down at the set of breasts that would become the most legendary in British glamour modeling history, moaning at the sensations of all that soft and luscious tit flesh around his throbbing tool as he briskly fucks her breasts. "AHHHH!! MMMMM SHIT!! Here it comes Lucy!! AWWWWW FUCK!! MMMM..." Cena's able to warn, delivering a couple more thrusts before she quickly releases his dick from between her boobs, sitting up straight and then cupping her breasts in order to push them up and together to offer an unmissable target for the handsome wrestler who had made her cum hard what already feels like a lifetime ago. No sooner does his hand grip that pulsating length and start to stroke than the first thick blast of spunk shoots outs as John Cena starts to blow his load across the massive breasts of Lucy Pinder, making her grin as she watches the hot streams of jizz land onto both of her large tits as she keeps them up and together, resulting in one shot landing down to disappear into her cleavage. "Mmmmm... Fuck, that feels good..." She admits, watching as both of her breasts get a more than decent amount of his cum, the swift jerking off not stopping even the large bursts end and it's just the last few drops being eased out and down onto her tanned, rounded, and big tits to give them and her the kind of covering they truly deserve, and from the approving smirk on her pretty face she loves every moment of getting her chest coated. "Looks like someone was really bloody wanting to get off!" Lucy exclaims with a laugh, using her hands to scoop up some of the cum from her tits so she can lick it clean, moaning at the taste. "Doesn't half taste good as well! You should have let me blow you first!" She says as she gets up to her feet. "Well, if you feel like going for another round, I can make a call and get us to my hotel room in a couple minutes." John boldly offers with a smile. "This still not enough for you?" Pinder smirks, motioning to her jizz-covered tits. "Nope! And from the way you're looking at my cock, I think you feel the same way..." Cena states, catching her openly checking him out again. "Hmmm... As tempting as that sounds, I really have to go check on the other Page 3 girls that are here tonight."Pinder sighs, obviously showing what she would rather be doing instead. "Michelle, Sophie, and that new girl they placed us with must be around here somewhere." A thought strikes, making John glance to the door to his locker room before back to her. "Say, would these other girls be dressed up like you were? The white shorts, the tops with the logos on them?" Perking up, Lucy smiles. "Exactly that! You bloody saw them??" "Well... I saw a woman with jet black hair who appeared to be leaving with Rey Rey and that crazy Paul London guy earlier, and about a minute before I ran into you I saw those MNM boys looking like they'd upgraded their company with a blonde who blows Melina clear out of the water." Cena explains, watching her reaction as her jaw drops. "Those bloody sluts!" Lucy laughs with a shake of the head. "Figures they'd fine some dick around here!" "Well, I know where we can find them, and that dick..." John says, smirking again. "We're all staying at the same hotel for this show. So... My offer still stands, and something tells me we'll find your friends no doubt going for round two, or even three with those guys as well." "Let's get going then John!" Pinder says with a smile. "I never would have imagined a night just turning up to do one segment would have turned out like this!" "Guess that means when Page 3 Meets WWE, some damn good things happen!" Cena states. * * * Page Ch. 02 Notes [Last revised November 19, 2015]: - All characters are the product of the authors' imaginations. - All characters engaging in sexual activity are over 18. - This is a very short story/vignette, and we recommend reading the previous. ***** Inside the House of Representatives, the vote goes as expected; it is just another item to add to the pile of disappointments following my depressing defeat in the polls. The House adjourns for the remainder of the year and I head home, thinking of Page and my crazy dream, if it had been a dream. That Ambien had been messing with me over the last few days, which was part of why I hadn't taken any last night but I found myself wondering if the effects had somehow lingered. I have a hundred questions running through my head about the changes in her. Where does a teenage girl come up with half a million dollars? Is the money legit? Why has she left home? What kind of trouble might she be in? What did she mean about missing me? And of course why am I obsessing about her, not just her trouble, but her and what I dreamt we'd done, which starts me worrying I'm some kind of deviant. It is only about a quarter-after-three, when I get back to my flat. There is music coming from the family room as I open the front door. Inside, I close the door, hang my topcoat on the coat tree and head back to my room, to take off my coat and tie. Passing by the hall, I note that the music isn't loud, but it simply wasn't anything I normally listened to, so I notice. It has a kind of dance club sound and no words, just a lot of thumping base. In my room, I hang the suit jacket and tie back in my closet. Expecting we'll be going back out, I change the rest of my clothes to something more casual, jeans and an oxford button down. Then I open the bedroom door and start looking for Page. She isn't in the family room where the sound system is, but stopping outside my office door I hear some type of conversation. I pick up cryptic words that I initially think are private, so I start to walk passed and down the hall. She looks up for a moment, smiles, briefly waves me in, picks up the remote, clicks mute and continues typing. She's sitting in my office at the desk where the keyboard for my computer has been moved aside. She is typing furiously on her laptop while talking calmly to her computer. It's not really typing, more like pounding keys repetitively. The music silenced, the sounds of keys clicking is even more noticeable. When I get around to see the screen, there are graphics of some type of video game and numbers scrolling passed. The sounds coming from her computer aren't loud, but I can hear clanging and other sounds of battle. There's some kind of monster with what appears to be about fifteen to twenty characters attacking it. I couldn't remember the last time I'd played a video game; they certainly hadn't looked like this when I had. Her words becoming clearer to me, I infer that she is directing people, telling them what to do. "Keep the healers up, we've just about got this. Avoid the spikes - three - two - one - NOW." The monster starts wobbling and then falls on the floor inside some type of dungeon or cave. All of the characters begin jumping up and down on top or through it in celebration. Some purple items appear on the screen and Page appears to divvy them out. "Good work guys, we'll pick up here tomorrow. We're all locked to the instance now." With that she closes the lid to her laptop and jumps up to hug me. She's really squeezing me tight. Last nights dream floods my mind and I shake the images. Her embrace has me staring at her ear and I look at all the shiny studs and dangling sparkly gems. She smells like heaven, the smoky aroma gone now, I presume she showered after I left. Long moments are passing by and I don't really know how long we've been embracing. I'm not keeping her from going, she's definitely the one still holding me. When she finally releases me, she says, "I'm so glad you're home." "Yeah, me too. So what was that?" "It's just a game I play sometimes. Sorry about the noise Ry, I was just letting off a little steam." "No, no, that's no problem, I was just curious. It looked pretty intense; that relaxes you?" "Hmm - yeah, I guess it is a little - I enjoy the challenge and I guess the relaxation comes after." Then she adds giggling, "- kind of like sex." Blushing at her joke, I can't help looking at her where she's backed away. When she'd stayed with me last year, I'd had a girlfriend, Natalie, who stayed here off and on, so I hadn't paid much attention. Now, however, my eyes were drinking her in, almost lustily. Her comment about relaxing after sex has pushed my mind right back into that vivid dream. "I don't have dinner ready like I said I would but it isn't really time yet," she says, as she observes where I'm looking. I turn away feeling guilty, "Hey, it's fine, you don't have to make my meals to stay here." I head to the liquor cabinet. "Also, I'm home earlier than I expected and we're recessed for the rest of the year." "So your free?" "For now, I am; I've got to go back for a few days in January and then I'm done." "What do you want me to make for dinner?" she persists. "Maybe we should look into getting you some clothes," I say as I mix myself a gin and tonic. Turning back to her, she's following me into the hall. "You know those aren't really travel clothes," I say pointing at her outfit. "Yeah, I know, but we're not talking about that, right?" "Okay, what about the money? I don't really feel safe with you having that on you here; shouldn't you put it in a bank?" "I've already taken care of that." "Oh, uh - okay. Well, what can you tell me?" "Look, Ryan. We're going to be okay. I'm fine, now that I'm here." I can't stop looking at her. Try as I might, I keep imagining that little star in my mouth again. A flicker of a smile crosses her lips. "Am I driving you to drink?" I'm in mid-gulp and sputter at her words. "No, cough - um no. I've been being a little down." She shrugged and said, "Well, I didn't eat lunch and I actually am a tad hungry." "Okay, clothes shopping and then dinner?" "Sounds good; I'll get my shoes." As she disappears down the hall, her short skirt bouncing and wiggling, I'm suddenly craving a cigarette again. I start to reach up to take the pack down when I stop myself, set my half finished drink on the counter and go wait for her by the front door, where I put on my mid-length leather jacket. Finally, she's back with her black boots and long black socks. The vision of her risqué outfit is making me hard and I'm glad my coat comes down far enough to obscure it. "Okay, lets go get you something warmer than these," I say as I hold her long coat open for her to put on. I open the door for her and we step into the cold. Looking upward, I note that the previously mackerel sky has changed to heavy black looking clouds that seem to be threatening snow. I pull the door closed and Page heads directly to my car that is parked in front on the street. I click the unlock, we climb in and I start the engine. "Is a Kohl's okay? There's one right down here on Kingstowne." "Anything will be fine, Ryan." My girlfriend used to shop there, but her taste was definitely not similar to Page's current fashion sense. Ummm taste, I really want to taste. Shaking the image, I pull out and head toward the mall; it's only a couple minutes away. When we arrive at the mall parking lot, we get out and snow is starting to flurry on us. "Ohhh, it's going to snow!" she exclaims excitedly. "The weather is calling for a dusting, but these clouds look pretty ominous. Let's get you some clothes." Inside we find the petite section, since Page is probably 100 pounds soaking wet. Even if they don't have what Page wants, they'll at least have something that meets her needs. I observe her looking at clothing that just isn't winter appropriate and I try to ignore it as she picks out several items to try on. She goes inside the changing room with three outfits and reappears moments later to model the first one. "What do you think?" Why's she asking me? The blouse is very tight with a plunging neck. The pants are Capris that hug her so tightly, that I think I can see her clit ring poking through. "Um - yeah, it's nice," I say, as I stare. She frowns and heads back to change into the next one. When she reemerges this time, my eyes nearly bug out as this one is even more revealing. The shirt shows more cleavage and a little of her midriff, although the bellybutton ring isn't visible. The pants ultra low rise jeans that show off her bare hip bones. I'm getting the impression that she's trying to get a rise out of me. As she hands me the previous set, she does a little spin and asks, "Well?" "Those are good," I say. That gets a little smile. She returns in the next outfit which is a distressed jean skirt that also showed her bare hips but was a little longer than the skirt she'd worn. The blouse is less revealing, but very much her style. Pleats along the sides force her breasts outward and even without the cleavage, it gives her a very sexy appearance. "All three outfits look pretty good, Page, but I think you need to get a couple pair of regular length jeans and flannel shirts." "Okay, Dad," she said teasingly, as she heads back to the changing room. When she comes back she hands me the other two sets and I try another approach, "Look, I don't have anything to do for the next month, so we can do all kinds of stuff. I simply don't want you to freeze if we decide to go skiing or something over Christmas." "Ooo, I've always wanted to ski." She prances off to pick out several pairs of jeans and some warmer shirts, although not flannel. A couple of minutes later she's back and says, "Okay, let's go." "Let me see what you've got," I say, not understanding her hasty behavior. "These'll be good. Don't you need some - uh - you know - um - undergarments?" "Oh, yeah... Here, take these." She hands me the entire stack and I head over to the check out station to wait. The clerk starts ringing up the items, removing hangers and security devices. When she comes back she's got a hand full of bras, a couple of packages of panties and a bunch of socks which she piles onto the counter. The clerk hands me the first huge bag full of stuff and begins ringing up the remainder. I can't help but notice a bra and panty set that is extremely sexy as he scans it. I look over to see Page blushing back at me. "Will you be putting this on your card today?" He asks me, as he hands over the second big bag. "Yeah, lets - " "No!" she interrupts. "How much is it?" "$435.87." "Here you go," she says, handing him four hundreds and a fifty. "Here's your change. Ten, one, two, three, four and thirteen cents. You have a great evening and be careful in the snow." I hadn't even been paying attention to the weather, Page's modeling had kept me distracted. When we got to the door we see what is more than an inch accumulated in the parking lot. There several black tire tracks through the snow, but there are vary few cars left. We head out into the still falling snow, I click unlock and open for the trunk. I place her items inside and close it. "I know I said 'dinner', but maybe we go home and eat across the street at the diner?" "That'll be fine," she said. "I had no idea we were going to get this much snow." "It's nice, we don't get any in California. This reminds me of when I was nine..." she says cheerily. Heading back to the flat we encounter several traffic issues and a big accident on Franconia, that causes me to change my route. I feel lucky to get back to the flat before the snow makes things too bad. I climb out of the seat, pop the trunk and gather one bag and start to get the other, when suddenly, Page is there grabbing the one with the undergarments. I close the trunk and head to the door with her following me. Inside, I carry the bag back to her room with her right on my heels. "Okay, I'll be waiting," I say as I slide past her and she heads inside her room to change. I head right back to the kitchen and finish my drink while I wait. The flirty behavior in the store was really making me anxious and that last part, when she'd insisted on paying cash was odd. I knew she had that pile of money, but for some reason, I'd thought I was getting her the clothes. Natalie hadn't ever bought anything the entire time we'd dated. "Is this okay?" Page asked from behind me. A bit startled, I turned to find Page had changed very quickly and now has on a nice black turtle neck and those low rise Capris, her hips enticing me to look. "Yeah, you know it's casual, we've eaten at the diner before." It was nothing special but having it close made it easy on me when I didn't want to fix myself a dinner. Looking page over, I can now see she's forgone a bra and feel a surge of lust as I realize I can see the outline of the star through the tight fabric. I know she sees but she's taking my hand and saying, "Come on, I'm really hungry now." "You going to let me buy dinner?" I ask putting her coat back on her. "Yeah, that won't raise any flags." We're out the door and walking down the street together. The snow is nearly two inches deep now. She's got my hand and we're about to cross at the intersection; I'm deep in thought and start to step into the street. Page pulls me back. "Hold up dude!" A car whips past sloshing slush up that nearly gets us. I admonish myself for not paying attention to my surroundings. Page's change in behavior and appearance are really doing a number on me. "Thanks," I say, still contemplating the 'raise any flags' comment. What kind of flags? I wonder. We cross the street together and go into the diner. It's pretty informal and they know me, so we go to a booth, remove our coats and seat ourselves. "I've actually missed coming here," she says from across the Formica covered table. "Yeah, it is pretty homey." I'm still in a fog as I stare at her nipples poking through the tight black turtle neck. The diner is warm, but still they are hard and star is drawing my eyes like a magnet. I try to look away, but keep coming back to rest there. Who is this beautiful woman and what is exciting her so? The waitress comes to take our order. We both order tea and Page gets her usual, a vegetarian dish; at least that hasn't changed. I order the special today, which is beef tips in gravy with mashed potatoes and turnip greens. "Where are you Ryan?" I look up from her breasts embarrassed. "I - hmm. I don't know. It's weird. Maybe I'm having a reaction to the Ambien I was taking." Or maybe I'm lusting for that star, I think to myself. "Why did you come here, Page? I know you missed me and I missed you too. But there's something else -" "You make me feel safe and loved." I think about that in silence, 'safe and loved' is something real, I suppose as I drink my tea to the bottom of my glass. Only the sound of the straw sucking air brings me back. Page is grinning at me, I think she's enjoying the effect she's having on me. "You're terrible," I tell her, chuckling at my own silliness. "You ask all these questions of me and I'm left to guess about you. You aren't the same Page that was here a year ago, you know?" "That's fair. I am different - life has changed me some and I've made some changes in response." I was about to ask what kind of changes when our food was delivered. The aroma of the food reminds me I haven't eaten anything today and I dig in to mine. I'm still thinking about what she's said, but how do I coax out some more details without pissing her off? Page is eating much like she had last night, quickly and seemed to almost rush. "Everything okay?" "Yeah, I'm just hungry." "Even your eating habits have changed?" "I got busy today and forgot to eat," she says defensively. "Hey, I'm just worrying about you." We finish in silence, pay the bill and leave. Back outside, the night has settled in, the snow has stopped for now and we walk back in darkness interrupted by the occasional streetlight. Inside the flat, the pack of cigarettes is calling me, pulling me to them, but I restrain my desire. Page is looking at me from where she's taken a seat at the bar in the kitchen. It's only about 8:00 PM, so I fix a Scotch, to calm my anxiety and desire. "Ry, what's with all the drinking?" she asks, putting her hand on mine as I join her at the counter. "Two drinks isn't that much," I start defensively. Her look tells me that's not true. "I don't even remember you having a single drink last year." "That's true, I don't normally drink much, but I haven't been sleeping well. There's a bunch of stuff going on right now. Natalie and I broke up this summer, I lost that election and I've been feeling 'old'." "You're only twenty-seven!" "I know! It's silly, I've just been in a mood. I was taking Ambien until last night, because I don't sleep. And when I do, I have some really fucked up dreams. Anyway, I don't want to take any pills but want to sleep." As I finish, she's beside me rubbing my face with her little hands. "Sounds like I got here just in time," she says, as she raises up on her toes to kiss my cheek. I'm flustered and feel a buzz in my pocket. Reaching down to pull out my phone I realize it isn't there and it's that 'phantom buzz' I often had when I walked around without it. Page sees the odd expression on my face and asks, "What's wrong?" "My phone seems to have gone missing," I say looking around. "Where'd you have it last?" "Hmm, I think I had it at the mall," I say, as I head to the front door to check my jacket pocket. "It's not here either." I go to the office and look around, it isn't here either. Picking up the cordless, I dial my number. "It went right to voice mail." "Hmm, that doesn't sound good. Let's see if we can get it turned off," she says, as she opens her laptop. It turns on almost instantly and she's opened some kind of old clunky command line looking window, she's typing furiously and then just says, "Done." "Done?" "Yeah, it was pinging, but moving so I assume it was stolen. I sent it commands to: wipe the data, report it stolen and disable." "You did what?" "Remember I had you put that app on it last year?" "Oh, yeah. Thanks, I forgot," I said, as I remember how she'd insisted on having my phone right after I renewed my contract. "So, I guess it's gone then?" I'd been considering canceling my contract in January anyway. "Well, they often turn up in foreign markets, but yeah, you probably won't see it again." Then she asks, "Do you really need it; you're off right?" "I guess you're right, maybe I'll just call tomorrow and cancel my contract. I just look at my e-mails and stuff. It had all my personal information and contacts though." "Most of that is on your PC or in the cloud right?" "Yeah, it's just weird," I say. "Wow, I'm feeling really tired all of a sudden. I think I'm going to get a shower and go to bed." "Okay, good night, Ry. I think I might be right behind you." In my room I strip off, head into the restroom and am closing the door to the hall just as Page is heading to her room. "Nice," she quips. Her hand covers her mouth as if in shock as she gives me a quick look over. "Sorry," I offer, as I continue closing the door. Behind the door, my cock is suddenly much harder. I wasn't entirely flaccid when she saw me moments ago, but now I'm rock hard. The door to her room is already closed but exhaustion must be making me do things out of order; that hadn't happened once when she'd stayed her last year. Page Ch. 02 In the shower my erection goes down slightly as I wash. Quickly I'm back out and I dry off, brush my teeth, use the can and then close the door. Just as I'm slipping into bed I hear Page go into the bathroom to use the can. Then there is water running in the sink as I presume she's brushing her teeth. I begin to fall asleep as I vaguely sense the sounds of her in the shower. Mmmm, Page is in the shower... Some time later I dream someone is in my bed again. Small, shapely and nude she snuggles into me. I want to think it's her but I'm certain it's not; it's just another wacky dream... There's a soft light in the room somewhere. Is it the light on my night stand? I can't think clearly... I need to sleep. So tired... There's a light on... Did I leave it on again? My eyes open and see light in the bathroom... My dick is hard and feeling lovely sensations of moisture and compressions. Vaguely, I start to be aware that I'm not alone in my bed. Am I dreaming? Someone is backed against me and I've pressed into her. Warmth of smooth skin pressed against me, moving, soft and tight. Such a lovely dream. Why do I keep dreaming of Page? It's so - wrong - I shouldn't, but she's so beautiful and bright. "Page?" "Yes." "Is it really you?" "Yes." "What are we - " "Shhh..." I hear soft squishing sounds and feel myself moving amongst a tight moistness. It doesn't make any sense; my mind can't process what's happening... Her skin is so soft. My hands find her breasts, feel their full shape and tweak her nipples. The star, it's the star, I become aware it really is Page, not some dream. But I shouldn't do this, shouldn't want this. "Twist it." Slowly increasing my thrusts, I twist the ring lightly and hear a breathy moan. She's pressing herself backward to meet my thrust more forcefully now. My hands continue to cup and squeeze her magnificent breasts. I feel her small hand rubbing me and herself urgently. Her body is becoming tense and breathing ragged. My excitement is overwhelming me and I grip her breasts tightly and begin pulling her onto me harder. Repeatedly my dick escapes and reenters her as we undulate against one another. "Oh, yeah! Fuck me, fuck me Ry! Make me cum." Her words, so dirty, entice me to fulfill her desire. My hands join hers at her pussy and I'm rubbing her there, pressing hard on her clit I feel the piercing there now too. It feel's like another barb similar to the one, in her tongue. My fingers on either side of her protruding clit, I squeeze them together as I continue to pump into her. Despite our difference in height, our bodies fit so nicely together. Her hips press tightly into me. I feel myself tensing and I quicken my pace. "Page, I'm going to cum -" "Cum inside me, fuck me with your throbbing cock!" This isn't right I'm supposed to protect her, but I can't fight how good it feels, how much I want what she's giving me. My fingers rubbing and pinching her clit, I feel her begin to quiver and tremble. "Ooohhh, fawk, fuck! Ung - ahhh - ahhh - ohhh! Sooo good, Ry! Keep doing that, you feel so good inside." Her quaking and bucking sends me into full orgasm. I feel my balls tightening, my cock straining to go deeper inside her. Suddenly she stiffens and I'm bottoming out on each thrust. "Page?! Oh fuck. I'm - I can't - oooohhh faaaaa..." I hiss, as I unload inside her. "Yesss... " her hissing joins mine. My thrusts continue unabated against her tense form. My hands move to her hips as I pull her into me for my final thrusts. Pulling her onto me forcefully, I reach my trembling climax. My dick is twitching inside my little sisters vagina. I feel her vaginal muscles compressing, undulating the length of me, milking as much of my ejaculate out of me as they can. Hugging her tightly, I inhale the scent of her hair. I never want this to end, though I can't understand why or how this has all happened. My mind is grateful, my body relaxes. Our breathing calms and I'm holding her. She's still here, it definitely isn't a dream. I'm so tired... What seems like moments later I awake. Page is still here, the light is off, but there is a dim light of early morning. Her head is on my chest, her arms are about me. The warmth of her body so comforting and relaxing, I drift off again. I awake with a start and sit up in my bed. Page is gone now, but I know she was here. Pleasure and guilt fight it out in my mind as I head to the can to relieve myself. In the bathroom, I smell something cooking, wonderful spices and I know instantly that page is making her famous French toast. I flush the toilet and wander into the kitchen, my cock leading the way. Page has the electric griddle going and is cooking in the nude. Her eyes light up as she see me. "Hey, I'm making breakfast!" she says, as she rushes to hug me. We embrace at the counter, our nude bodies touching, I become further aroused. "Page?" "Shhhh," she says, as she pulls my head down to kiss her. When she releases me I stare at her nude body as she returns to flip a couple of pieces of toast on the griddle. She's perfect. Her hour glass shape moves away and I get a sidelong look at her full breasts. They are large on her frame, but pert with tight excited nipples. The little star grabs my attention as she moves to pull the pieces of toast from the griddle. Her belly button dangle glimmers as she bends to place a plate at both of our seat and then hops into the stool. "Let's eat them while they're hot," she says, looking down at my throbbing cock. I continue looking at her longingly as I join her at the counter and pour some maple syrup on my still steaming French toast. I cut off a triangular piece with my fork and savor the nutmeg and allspice flavors, as Page observes my face for my reaction. "Is it okay?" "You know these are my favorite," I say smiling at her. "What's this all about?" "I know, this is all crazy and I just wanted to say 'thanks'." "Thanks?!" I'm at a loss for works. She's fixed me breakfast after making love to me, maybe for the second time. "I don't know what to say, Page. I love you and care for you very much. I just don't know where all of this is coming from or where it's going." "You seemed to know where you were going this morning," she teases, as she takes me in her hand. A breathy "fuck" escapes my mouth. "After we finish breakfast," she whispers playfully. I eat another couple of triangles with syrup dripping off of them, as Page rushes to finish hers. She's hungry. Every time I've seen her eat since she arrived, she's eating like there is a deadline to be met. I suppress the urge to take her right now, as she seductively licks the syrup from her lips. Lust and mischief twinkle in her eyes as if she's reading my thoughts. The second half of my toast is gone, but I'm enjoying watching her as I eat. I don't want to rush, but suddenly she's on her knees at my stool and she's dripping syrup on my increasingly engorged cock. My eyes are wide as her sensuous lips engulf me. I should stop her, but I can't and don't want to. I feel the barb in her tongue against the underside of my shaft and my eyes close involuntarily. Wet sloshing noises bring me back to my senses and I watch her mouth bobbing me into and out of her mouth. I look down to see her looking back at me, her playful eyes full of love and mirth. She nibbles on my cock head and then forces me into her mouth to nearly gagging. Then she releases me and grips me with her hand and gives me several playful jerks. "Tag, you're it," she says, as she stands and tittups off toward my room, glancing back to watch me giving chase. When I catch up to her she's laying in the middle of my bed with just the lower part of her body under the sheet. I'm not sure what game she's playing, but it's making me crazy. Her lips have a smile on them as she watches me approach from the door and she starts raising the sheet teasingly. I approach the bed slowly and she's raised the sheet to just below her beautiful breasts. Getting on the bed on my elbows, looking at her face, I make no movement to attack her and instead wait for her. "Come on," she pleads. "Tell me what you want." "I want you to rip the sheet away and take what you want," she said lifting the sheet even higher now, covering herself to the neck. Raising up, I pulled the sheet down quickly. Her bare pussy and clit ring glistening in the soft light from the shaded window, catches my eye. I yearn to taste her, feel them in my mouth and make her squeal with delight. Her skin has goose bumps all over as she plays at covering herself, one hand at her crotch and the other across her chest. Moving to her midriff, I kiss and nibble around the belly button chain which causes her to flinch at the tickling effect these have. Inching lower, she moves her hand to allow me access to her glorious vulva. There's the tiniest bit of puffiness and her hood and clitoris are fully aroused. I lick around her outer lips for the longest time as Page opens her legs further and soft moans begin to emanate from her mouth. My tongue slips between her lips to finally taste what I can smell and as I lick upward, I take her clit and the C-shaped barbell ring between my lips, sucking lightly. "Ohh, faaa," she hisses, as she presses her hands into my short hair. Her encouragement only makes me work harder to bring her pleasure. My hands positioned behind her hips now I press my face into her harder as I suck more of her lips into my mouth and work them between my lips and tongue. Soon Page is bucking and squirming as her fingers knead my hair and press me down. Her climax eminent, her breathing quickens and I can feel her tensing as she begins to tremble and spasm. "Oh, fuck, Ry, right there, just like that. Ohh, gawd, yeah. Thats - goooood," she says, as she shivers to completion. I release her from my mouth and lick her gently around the opening. I kiss her inner thighs lightly and then teasingly lick her cute pink puckered ring, which gets another shiver and 'fuck yeah'. Her hands no longer in my hair, she's coaxing me upward and spreading her legs wider, opening herself for me to enter. "Fuck me, Ryan, please." Her words make my already stiff cock even harder and I press into her slowly. Looking down into her eyes, I watch as her wetness eagerly guides me into her. Soon she's got her feet on my buttocks pulling me forward and my dick completes its journey and our pubis meet. Her eyes wide, I withdraw slowly. Looking between us I see the sheen of her liquid on me and I press back into her. A few more times and Page becomes impatient. Her legs pull me downward quickly and she rises up to meet me. Lustily she leans forward and takes my nipple between her teeth. Tenderly she nips and then sucks me as my pace builds. Hips thrusting forcefully, my dick is bent slightly backward as I pound into Page, so that each thrust presses me firmly against her clit. I begin leaning back to take her legs and lift them up so I have better leverage. I can see the eagerness in her eyes now and her heels are digging into my hips pulling me forward on each stroke. My thrusting continues but I long to have that star in my mouth again. The dream images of that first night flood over me and I lean forward spreading her legs again as I take her left nipple and the ring into my mouth. She exhales a brief 'yes' as we share this desire. "It's - you're - so - good. Pound into me! I want you to shoot. Ungh, yeah, ungh, ung, shoot it inside me." "Oh, fuck, Page. You're - so hot - so fucking hot. Tell me again, uh, ah, tell me what you want." "Fuck your sister's tight pussy. Fuck it hard. Fuck me and fill me with your seeeed. Ohhhh, fuck shooot it in me. Oh fuck, Ry, tell me you love me." Her last words in particular send me over the edge. Those dirty 'fuck me' words excite me, but her desire that I tell her that I love her has me pounding into her furiously, our bodies slapping together until I feel myself twitching against her. "I'm - I'm there! Page, cum with me. Oh fuck! I'm cumming... I do - I do love you Page." The wet sloshing sounds of me entering her stop suddenly as I press into her and she grips me tightly with her legs behind me. A torrent of jizz has come from me and is now escaping onto the sheets as I continue quick periodic thrusts. "Oh fuck, yeah. I'm cumming," she hisses. Her hands pull my face to her and we kiss deeply. She's desperately kissing my face and lips. I lower my body onto her and hug her tightly as I accept her tender lips. Joyful bliss is in my heart. There is also a mixture of incomprehension of what I've done, how we came to this and fear about what comes next. I slide off and face her as we lie together. "You do, don't you?" she asks, as she strokes my face. "Yeah, I don't understand what's happening, but I do." "Come here, Ry; I love you too." I can't help feeling a little guilt for accepting what she's given me, but I don't want to turn her away. She's so adorable, loving, exciting and sexy. I don't entirely understand where these feelings I have for her are from, but the love I'm feeling is deeper than I've ever experienced with anyone I've known. Her eyes are looking deeply into mine. Holding her here in my bed, my sadness and depression seem to have melted away, only the deep feelings of contentment and relaxation remain. The love in Pages eyes transport me to a time and place where I feel the overwhelming desire to protect and love my sister who has become this beautiful woman. Awaking some time later, I find I'm alone. The feeling of calm still pervades my mood. This change in my life had initially seemed likely to bring upheaval, but now... I roll over and out of the bed. I pull on some boxers, jeans and a tee shirt. Heading into the hall, I wonder where Page is when I hear her talking in the office again. As I approach, I hear her talking to her computer again, but this time she's asking questions. "What do you think this means?" I can't hear the answer, but her next question brings anxiety into my mind again. "So you're sure it's been compromised?" Another muffled answer. "Okay, that's what I thought, I'll tear it down and get back to you." I walk into my office to see my computer taken apart. There are parts disconnected and scattered on my desk. Page's laptop is on the desk and she looks up as I enter. There's another laptop that's connected to what I think is probably my hard drive. "I know what this looks like, Ryan, but the phone theft was just the beginning of your trouble." "What is happening?" "I'm working on that, but it appears they've gotten into your computer." "They?" "We haven't determined - " "We?" "That's the part I can't explain right now." ***** To be continued. Let us know what you think. Page Ch. 03 Notes [Last revised December 10, 2015]: Page Ch. 03 "Bite a little harder," she whispers, as she quivers against me. "Oh, fuck, yes like that!" I continue pumping inside her until her climax becomes a continuous shutter. She pulls herself up to hug me tightly and I'm supporting her full body again. While she's like this I lift her with strength I didn't know I had to hammer her down onto me for a finale that looses both of our daemons. "I'm cumming - oh fuck - I'm cumming inside you," I say, as I shoot blast after blast into my beautiful sister's pussy. "Please - oh fuck yesss - so fucking nice," she says gripping me tighter with her legs. "I love how it feels when you erupt inside me." When our tremors finally stop, I set her back on the rough slate floor. Her feet next to mine, she releases the bar and hugs me tightly under the water. Puddles of our combined fluids drip from her onto the floor and wash away. "That was the best one yet," she whispered to me. "You're making me crazy, you know?" I ask. "In a good way, though, right?" "Yeah. I think so." We break the embrace and I rewash Page a bit just as the water starts to turn cool. I turn off the water and open the shower door to collect our towels. I hand her one and step off the mat to allow her to exit as well. "That was pretty amazing, Page. What a great stress breaker," I say, as I continue to dry. Her face beaming with happiness she says, "I'm glad -" It seems like she wants to say more, but it goes unspoken as she continues to dry and then proceeds into her room to dress. I hang my towel and start to shave at the sink when she reappears at the door wearing a pair of sexy panties. She's got a blue shirt in her hands and she watches me watching her. Slowly she pulls the long-sleeve shirt over her head and finally down her body covering her naked breasts. I'm still watching her intently and disappointment must have appeared on my face as she'd covered them. "You can have more later," she says, as she smiles, shakes her head and walks away. She's back in her room and I can't see her. I feel warmth in my groin again and my penis twitches involuntarily, perhaps thinking it could have another go. However, I feel the need to get dressed and figure out what we're going to do. I finish shaving and head to my closet to pick out some clothes to wear and for travel. Jeans and a flannel shirt seem like a good idea for today as I think about the snow outside. I grab another set for travel and some long sleeve polo style shirts. Back in my room at the dresser I pull out several pair of boxers and all five pair of white socks that I own. Then I go to the restroom and grab a toiletry bag from under the sink and pack a spare toothbrush for Page. Back at my bed I neatly pack the items into the duffel as my mind wanders to the possibility that my wardrobe is going to need to change. I'm going to need some more casual clothing if I do go back to school. I don't want to be that guy that's always wearing suits to class. I get dressed and sit on the bed to put on my socks and some hiking boots. I've no idea where we might go or what Page thinks we're going to do, but I have a bad feeling and a chill runs up my spine as I consider what kind of trouble might be headed for us. Those worries propel me back into the closet for a larger duffel bag that contains my two handgun cases. I unzip the duffel and remove the cases and carry them to the bed. A buddy of mine had helped me select the guns for ease of use and practicality; he'd actually been the one to prompt me to run for office in the first place. Back at the bed I packed all the clothing neatly into my duffel and decide I should check the guns. Laying the hard cases side by side on the bed, I open up each of the hardcover cases for inspection. The contents were nearly identical, and inside were a Glock 19, three clips and four new boxes of ammo, and one had a fifth partial box. The guns were in nearly the same condition as they'd come from the store, since I'd only ever fired them at the range and cleaned them after every use. I picked up and inspected each clip to insure it was fully loaded with the fifteen rounds it could carry. Two were a little short from the last use and I took some shells from the partially used box and slipped them into the clip. When I'd gotten these, I was fairly sure I'd never use them for my own defense, but tonight that feeling was changing. In fact, I found myself worrying that they might actually be needed in the near future. I close the cases back up, sling the duffel bag strap over my shoulder and take the lot into the office, where I find Page has been busy as well. She's at the desk again examining two identical phones. They look new and I'm a little confused. I drop the duffel and set the cases next to them, as Page eyes them with suspicion. "Where'd you get the phones?" I ask. "I got them a little before I got the laptop." "You were busy this morning; did you have them couriered too?" "No, I just paid cash at the Target up the street. They're no contract deals with re-loadable minutes, texting and data." "So they're burner phones?" "Yeah, I guess you could call them that," she says, with a smirk. "What have you got in those cases?" she asks pointing. "Well, I'm just taking a precaution," I say. "I got these a while ago." I pick up a case and bring it over to the desk to show her the contents. As I open it, Page's eyebrows raise, her forehead furrows a bit and a little frown appears on her face. I feel like maybe I've made a mistake and I close the lid back. "What? You don't think we need them?" "I - um - I - don't - know," she says, her words coming out staccato as she seems to be reconsidering. "Do you know how to use those?" she asks after several moments. "Yeah, well, I'm decent with targets. Do you?" "Yeah, I've used a Glock." I'm kind of surprised that she not only knows exactly what they are, but also how to use one. She continues to amaze me and I stand there looking at her. "Okay, I guess we can take them. Anyway, this phone is yours," she continues, as she hands it to me. "I've got these two set up so they can call each other on speed dial. No names, just press the second entry, the first one is a dummy." "Are you planning on leaving me?" I blurt my worry out loud. "Not right now, no, but we might get separated and I just thought..." "Okay, I was worried when I saw your bag earlier." "Oh, well, we do need to get going soon," she says. "You're all packed, right?" "Yeah, we can go anytime." "Well, I'm done with the laptops, I just need to finish putting a couple more of these up." Then she holds up a little plastic case of wafer looking devices. Inside the plastic is blue foam that separates them into twelve circular spots. Looking at it I can see that one slot is empty. "Are they microphones?" "Actually, yes, but there's also a camera and I've configured a few of them to randomly WiFi hop and piggy-back off several of your neighbor's, so the traffic won't be seen on yours. The slightly increased traffic probably won't be noticed on their networks, and it leaves your network the same. Having extra devices might tip off whoever is behind this and we don't want that or they might not go for the honeypot I've configured," she says pointing to the computer she's reassembled and presumably wiped in preparation for her trap. "Whoa," I say aloud. "That's like some kind of spy shit. Where'd you -" I cut myself short, because I see Page shaking her head 'no' again. "Oh, you can't say..." I wonder when she's going to loop me into her web. "I've already put one up in here, but we should cover the front and side doors," she says, as she gets up and then practically prances off toward the hall. I follow her to the main hall and watch her stick one in the center of the thermostat which had a direct line of sight to the front door. If I didn't know it was there, I would not even see it since it blended in with the circular temperature gauge. Then Page walks passed me to the kitchen and places one on the refrigerator brand logo so it has a full view of the side door. Back in the office she examines the video streams from both and there's a third one with us in the frame. "What do you think? Good enough?" "Yeah," I say looking at myself, trying to figure out where she's put the one in here. "It's here," she says pointing at the digital clock on the book shelf that overlooks my desk. "This is some fucked up spook shit, where do they get power?" "They pick up power from things they're near with coils that expand outward from the center," she says, as she hands me the case of them to inspect. "The more I see, the less I know who you are." Page is giving me a queer smile and says, "Well, we need to pack the car and go." "You have some place in mind?" I ask. "We just need a place that isn't too wired up. Something that's got electricity and cell reception. Some place we can have time to analyze things without any unexpected interruptions..." "I don't know why I hadn't already thought of this, but I might actually have a place we can go to like that. A buddy of mine has given me access to his cabin up in Front Royal. It's in the mountains about an hour west of here." "Sounds like a plan then." "I think we might still have some interruptions..." I say hopefully. "Only if you're a good boy," she teases me. "Have you got a backpack or something we can put these laptops in?" she asks, as she powers them off and closes the lids. "Yeah, I'll get one, you need anything else?" "No, I'll just get on my boots and coat." Back in my closet I pull down an old back pack. I stuff one of my sweaters inside to help cushion the laptops and head back out to the office, where I find page is all ready to go. She's zipped her duffel, and got one of the hard cases in her hand. "Where are the keys?" she asks. "Hanging by the cabinet," I say pointing. She goes to the hall and plucks them off of the hook. She clicks the trunk unlock, hands me the keys and heads for the front door. I put the back pack on the desk, grab my stuff and follow her out. We get the first load in the trunk, close the lid and go back inside. Inside I grab my leather coat from the rack and put it on, while Page goes to pack the laptops. "Nice sweater, dude. But it's not really necessary, these things are all solid state, even the drives." "Oh, well, I might need it anyway, it's getting colder. Let me carry those. You need anything else?" "No, we're good to go, I think. We might need to stop and pick up some groceries along the way." As we get outside, I lock the door and deadbolt it as well. I open the trunk to place the backpack there with the other items and we climb in my A6 Quattro and begin the trip out of town. The city streets aren't very busy and we get to the I-495 loop fairly quickly. Within another ten minutes I'm merging on to I-66 and we're well under way. The snow has been cleared from these roads but is still visible as we pass through the suburban sprawl and eventually into rural Virginia. In just another forty minutes or so, I see the sign for Front Royal. "It's just another ten miles." "Okay, we should get gas and I want you to do something for me," Page says oddly. "Yeah?" "Get off at the next exit and get back on the interstate for the gas station we just passed." "Okay, any particular reason?" "Just checking something," she says looking out the back window. I do as she's asked and get off at the next exit. I wait for a big truck to pass and then merge onto the county road and prepare to get back on the interstate. Page is crouched down using the mirror to peep out the window behind us and has a concerned look upon her face as another car waits behind us. As I make the left turn back onto the on ramp, her concern disappears and she sits forward again. At the gas station she gets out saying, "Wait here until they turn the pump on," and disappears inside. After a few moments, the pump activates and I pump exactly twenty bucks worth of gas into the car and the pump cuts off. Page is back at the car and says, "I think we're good." Then climbs in the car. I get back into the car with her and ask, "What's going on?" "We're just being cautious." Another cold chill runs up my spine as I pull out of the gas station and head back out on the highway. Page has her head on a swivel the whole time, checking mirrors and watching cars near us with and eye of suspicion. We reach the Front Royal exit and I sort of remember my way to a Martin's grocery store. I pull into their parking lot after a couple of wrong turns and a miss due to being in the wrong lane to make the turn. As we get out of the car Page seems a lot more relaxed. I go to the trunk and retrieve some cloth sacks for the items we might need. She takes my arm as we push a cart from the bin in the parking lot through the automated front doors. Inside we pick several fresh items to fix, but I want to make sure we have some quick meals and I head over to the frozen section right after we finish there. We grab some dairy items and finally head to the register to check out. Heading out to the car, we find it is snowing again and we quickly load the groceries into the trunk. I feel a little pressure to get through the winding road to the cabin quickly, but resolve to 'remain calm' and take my time. Along the way, I find an icy spot as we cross a bridge. Page jumps a little as the car slips a bit before the traction control took over. We only have one more of those before we reach the turn off for the cabin, where the road is a little more covered in snow. The road to my buddies cabin comes up behind Skyline Drive, but doesn't connect to it and the last part is gravel. The snow had obviously fallen thicker here than it had in the DC area. As I start down the road, I realize getting up the drive would have been nearly impossible without the all-wheel drive on my A6. It isn't a great car, but occasionally I appreciate this feature. I pull up to the cabin at just about 8:00 PM and its almost totally dark with the exception of the headlights. Page hops out of the car and excitedly packs a snowball to toss at me. I just stand there and let her hit me. The snow isn't tightly packed and just falls from my coat. As I'm chuckling at this, the lights on the car timeout and click off. In the total darkness, I hear her creeping around behind me and I know she's close, so I click the trunk and unlock buttons so that the lights in the car come back on. "Hey, no fair," she says, as I whirl and catch her. We playfully scuffle and suddenly I'm on my back in the snow with Page standing over me, offering her outstretched hand. I take it and observe her smiling in the light coming from the interior of the car for a split second and then she's gone again as the timer expires. "Are you okay?" she asks, as she continues to help me up. "Yeah, but did you get the license of that truck?" She's giggling at me in the dark, "Let's get our stuff and get inside, big brother." The cloudy sky, moonless night and complete solitude of the location are making things difficult without some help. I click the unlock again so we can get to the trunk and eventually the door. We each grab a duffel and one of the gun cases and head to the door. I punch in the combination on the door lock and it clicks open. Thinking about Gary as I pushed the heavy metal door inward, I remember him giving me my own combination for the door and how he'd told me to hold up here anytime I needed to 'get away from it all'. He owns several 'crash pads' in various states and a couple with survival bunkers. I'd been to this place a couple times now and it'd always felt safe. The guest room and master bedroom are nearly identical, although I suspect he probably had some tweaks put in somewhere. He was the one who'd invited me to go fishing for silvers in Alaska. Those four months seem like a lifetime ago at this surreal moment. Gary had invited me to go with him to Louisiana for his annual hunting trip while we'd been in Alaska. I'd declined at the time thinking I be getting ready for my new term, but now, I was using the information to help our situation. The timing of his trip left this place available. Earlier at my flat I'd decided in a flash that Page and I could use this remote location safely. Inside Page flips the light switch at the door and indirect lighting comes on, giving the large entry room a nice glow. I follow her inside and we place our bags inside the guest bedroom door. As I return to get the remainder of the items from the car, I flip on the front porch light. Back at the trunk I gather a backpack with the two laptops and one of the sacks of groceries. Page grabs the other two, closes the trunk and follows me back inside the house. "For a cabin, it's kind of high tech inside," Page observes, as I close the door. "Yeah. My buddy, Gary, is a bit of an eccentric recluse. His dad helped fund my first political campaign." "Where'd you meet him?" "We met in college; he was kind of cool. We were taking all the same classes plus I liked hanging out and listening to his latest tinfoil-hat theories. I guess that's why he claimed me as one of his few friends." "Oh? What kind of conspiracy theories were those?" "Well, come to think of it, what's been happening to me - uh - or us lately, would be right up his alley." I put the backpack beside a long table that served as a desk but had no drawers and headed to the kitchen with the grocery sack. "The kitchen is in here," I say, as I flip on the light. Page comes in right behind me and plops the two sacks she's carrying on another long wooden table and starts unpacking them. While she's putting things away, I look for the thermostat. It isn't bitter cold, but it's a bit nippy. I locate it back in the main room and set the temperature to 22 C. Gary's use of metric still confuses me, I only know a few key numbers in metric, like room temperature. Back in the kitchen I help put away the rest of the items. We've got some fresh stuff, but I'd insisted on getting several frozen food items so we could have a quick meal if need be. As I'm putting away the last of the frozen food, I hold out two pot pies since I am already feeling tired from the drive. I crack open the side flap and place the whole boxes into the microwave for fifteen minutes. While I wait for those to cook, I take advantage of the nice automated espresso machine Gary has. Once I have it full with fresh coffee beans we got from the store and fresh well water from the tap, I turn it on. "You want an espresso with cream?" "Sure if you're buying," she replies from her seat at the table. I make her a double espresso and pour in some half and half when it's done and hand it to her. I add cream to my cup and start the next one. Page has her coat pulled tight and is taking a sip. "Mmmm this is good," she says, with a smile forming. My cup finishes and I join her at the table, saying, "Just a little longer on the pot pies. Sorry it's nothing fancy, we can do a nicer meal tomorrow." "It's fine, the place is amazing really and kind of romantic; don't you think?" she asks, as she takes my hand and looks around the kitchen. "Yeah, not bad for free, right?" Her little fingers are tracing over mine and it reminds me of when she'd been smaller. She'd always compared her tiny hands with mine. Now her hands are larger, but they're still a bit smaller than mine. I'm feeling a bit deprived of her company from when our parents split up. I fully realize I wouldn't have gotten to watch her grow up much more since I would have still gone to college, but I feel like things might have been different. Page Ch. 03 "Where are you?" she asks, picking my hand up and placing hers in it. "Right here with you," I say. I take a sip of my espresso with cream and the bell on the microwave dings. Page hops up and gets two saucers from the cabinet. I guess she's peeked in all the cupboards now. Opening the microwave, I can see the steam coming out of the boxes. Carefully, I grab one and dump the pie pan from the box into the saucer she's set on the counter and repeat the process with the next. Page has already got two forks at the table and I bring over the saucers. "We should let these cool for a couple minutes," I say. "Yeah, I should check on the phone reception," she says, as she heads out of the kitchen. I had nearly forgotten about that, in our rush to vacate the condo, I had been focused on getting here. Now, I don't really have much of a plan, but Page is all about the details and following up. Taking another long swig of the espresso, I then will myself out of my seat, shuffle my coat off as the furnace is finally bringing up the temperature and go to join her in the front room. She's got her phone out and it is connected to the laptop. I am trying to figure out what she's up to when I see video from the cameras on her screen. "Is that live?" "Yep. They have infrared," she answers my next question before I ask it. "Oh, good, I thought we'd left the lights on..." "Nope. There's no one in your condo and there aren't any events recorded after we left, so all is good on that front. Now, this is interesting though," she says as there is activity in a command window. She opens another one and begins typing away. "I think we've already got someone going for the honeypot." "Jeez, that was quick. I wonder what they're after." "We'll get to the bottom of it. If the hacker takes the bait, we might even get a photo grab back from their laptop. Well, I mean if they are using one and don't have the camera covered," she says pointing at the sticky 'sign here' note covering hers. "I've been wondering why you had that." "I'm paranoid and don't take it off unless I'm sure that the connection is secure," she says, as she stands up. "I actually disable mine, but that's easily undone." "Here, let me take your coat, it's getting warmer now." She turns her back and allows me to remove it. I take them both to the front door and hang them on some hooks there. As we head back into the kitchen I say, "You know you're going to have to show me how to use the laptop at some point." "It's just like your computer, Ryan." "But I just turn my computer on and there are things for me to use. That stuff on your screen is all Greek to me." "Oh, well, that's just the VM I'm running. Sorry, yes, I'll have to show you how you start the VM of your system on your new laptop." "VM is virtual -" "machine," she says filling my pause. Sitting at the table, we start to eat our now slightly cooled pies. Page is taking her eating a little slower tonight and I find myself staring at the tight nipples poking through her tight blue long-sleeve shirt. Page notices and pretends to cover with her free hand while getting another forkful of pie. "Your incorrigible; you know?" she teases. "You've been encouraging me since nearly the moment you arrived," I say defensively. Page laughs at me and lowers her hand. "You can have them anytime you like." "So how about right after dinner and then again before bed?" "Incorrigible." "I guess, but you don't seem to mind." She sips her espresso with cream while looking at me seductively. Suddenly, I feel her warm silky sock in my groin. "See, encouragement," I say, as if that proves my point. Straining to resist her advances I'm now the one wolfing down my meal. She continues kneading me with her toes, while she slowly savors each bite as our roles have reversed. My free hand is rubbing her ankle and calf trying not to disturb her. "What's your rush, Ry?" "No rush," I say, as I take the last bite of my pot pie. "I'm just particularly hungry tonight and I think I see some dessert. " "I guess maybe you've earned some," she says, as she continues her lovely seduction with her toes. "I'll need to check the analysis of your files after dinner, but after that..." My cock has grown down the leg of my boxers and she is mercilessly working the edge of her foot along its length. She has an angelic look on her face that gives no indication of her activities. I make a mental note not to play poker with her. She takes her last bite and finally puts her foot back in her boot. "Okay, I'll do these dishes real quick while you check on the files," I say, taking our two bowls. She picks up her cup and takes it with her to the main room. I get some soap from under the sink and wash the two bowls and forks by hand, then dry them and put them back in the drawer and cupboard where they belong. Feeling the need to relieve some pressure I head to the bedroom for a quick trip to the bathroom. Along the way, I grab our bags and cases. I put the bags on the travel rack and the cases underneath. The rack is conveniently accessible from the bathroom side of the nicely made queen size bed. The whole place has been made ready for use, since Gary is very picky about making sure guests are welcome. In the bathroom, I empty my bladder but hear Page saying something from the front room, although I can't make it out. "I'll be right out," I shout. "Oh, here you are," she says from the doorway. I finish up and ask, "What were you saying?" "Oh, I just wondered where you were. I looked out front when I turned off the porch light. It's really snowing out there and the wind has really started to pick up." "We'll be okay, we've got supplies." "Yeah, I just got worried after I tried to get online." "Oh, so, um - there wasn't anything -" "No, I couldn't really check, but I'm running another script against the files I've isolated. We should know something by morning." Entering the bedroom, I sit on the bed and remove my shoes and lean back on my elbows. Page sits beside me places her phone on the bedside table and snuggles against me. I can feel her heart racing and wonder what was going on with her. I put my arm around her while we lounge. After a few minutes she finally asks, "So, do you still want your dessert?" I wonder if she'd been working up to that or waiting for me to initiate or maybe even just enjoying cuddling with me. "I would love some." "Would you undress me?" she asks, lying flat on the bed. I have to chuckle because it feels like this is another game. I kneel at Page's feet and remove her 'ever-untied' boots and place them beside mine at the night table. I tickle her dainty feet through the silky socks she's wearing and she jerks them back a little, but instantly returns them for more tickling. I oblige for a while and then caress her whole foot, paying close attention to the arch where I brush the back of my hands into the curve. "That's so nice," she purrs. Her encouragement eggs me onward and I stroke up the length of the socks to her calves and slowly remove one silky sock at a time. Her cute little toes have a coat of hot red nail polish that is probably a week old, since it's grown away from the cuticle just a bit. I give them an inspecting sniff only to find the odor not overpowering or even unpleasant. Playfully I take her right pinky toe into my mouth and suck it softly. It's not something I've ever done, but tonight with Page, I feel a little experimental. It's like everything with her is new and undiscovered. I swirl my tongue out into the bend of the toe and she giggles. "You need to behave," I say to her, as I crawl up onto the bed like a cat. On my knees, I straddle her lower legs so my hands are free to run along her sides at her midsection. She is looking at me with rapt anticipation as I slowly hook my thumbs under her shirt tail and begin moving it upward to expose her navel. My head drops to allow my tongue to play with her belly button charm and her hands find my hair. I lick and kiss my way further up as I continue to raise her tight shirt above her breasts. In the store this had been the first blouse she'd modeled for me, although in the store she'd had on a bra. I remembered how cute she'd looked then and how hot she'd looked outside my bathroom as she'd promised me I could have more of her breasts later as she'd pulled her shirt over them. As I gaze on them now, I am drawn to them like a moth to a flame. My mouth inches forward slowly until I have her right breast available and I suck lightly around the entire aureola. Pulling my mouth back her nipple elongates a little further and I release it with a pop. Page raises her arms higher now, clearly encouraging me to remove the shirt altogether but I linger to take the pierced left nipple into my mouth. "Ooo, mmmm, yeah," she breaths, as I tweak around the star gently with my teeth. I push the shirt higher until it is above her face. Her long hair and arms still contained, I move up to kiss her tenderly on her lips, cheeks and forehead. Finally, I remove it from beneath her and take it off her arms. It is discarded from the bed without any attention to where I was throwing it. Her breathing quickens as I draw my attention to her jeans. My hands on her hips, now, my fingers trace downward along the lines between her lightly muscled abs toward her pubic region and the button of her jeans. Page squirms playfully as the light touch tickles her. Air from the heating system kicks on and the cool air spills out upon us momentarily. The brief chill tightens her nipples and raises goosebumps on her exposed skin. Working gently, I undo the top button and move my fingers to unzip them. Parting the opening, exposes her sexy black panties and I inch the jeans a bit further. I look at her face to check that she's going to cooperate. Instinctively, Page lifts herself slightly so I can continue removing them. Stepping back onto the floor, I complete the removal and toss them aside as well. Returning my attention to her panties I give her a sniff through them as I bury my nose there for several moments before proceeding. Her breath stiffens when my fingers hook through the material and begin pulling them downward. She lifts again slightly to allow me to fully remove them from her. I hold them to my nose so she can watch as I smell her scent and gaze on at the sight of Page's fully engorged clit. The sight of her wetness excites me; making me desire to have it in my mouth. Page seems to anticipate my thoughts and opens her legs a bit, inviting me to partake of her. There is a hint of glee in her eyes as I move to her neatly waxed mons and begin softly licking her. Taking my time I know I'm teasing her, but it feels like part of the game we're playing. When I finally plunge my tongue inside she emits a little yelp. I continue licking and slurping at her as my hands roam to her breasts again. They are soft yet firm in my grasp. As I tweak both her nipples at the same time, I feel her hips beginning to buck and I latch on to her sucking her lips between mine. "Oooo gawd - ohh God - oh fuck." Page trembles beneath my mouth and I feel her settle back onto the bed. Then she raises up to her elbows to look at me and says a line like she's rehearsed it her whole life. "Why would I let you lick my pudding, if you won't let me eat your meat?" I smile at her play on words, but wonder where she'd even heard that old Pink Floyd song. "Did you ask?" "Oh, um no; I guess not. Won't you let me?" "Let you what?" "Meany." I stand up next to the bed smiling a big broad grin and she scoots to the edge looking up at me adorably. "Can I help you with these?" she asks grabbing my belt and not really waiting for my reply. "Sure." She begins unbuckling it quickly and moves on to undo the button and zipper. In moments she's pulling them down with the boxers too. It occurs to me that it is the opposite of my approach, kind of like how she'd eaten quickly during those first two meals I'd observed. I help her by stepping free of the jeans, and she's already got me in her mouth, while unbuttoning my flannel shirt. It's kind of impressive, sucking and bobbing, all the while gazing up at me for the next button. Soon she's pulling it off my shoulders which requires her to disengage momentarily. Free of my shirt and pants I presume I'll join her on the bed to sixty-nine one another, as she'd sort of implied, but Page reengages my cock and is hungrily sucking me with her eyes now closed. Her right hand is helping her hold me and her left one is working her clit and slit furiously. I'm kind of in a quandary about what to do. She seems almost as if she is in a trance and I'm really enjoying both watching and receiving her gift. I'd really liked her suggestion of mutual oral, so I wait a while, but she was bringing me ever closer and when I began to feel that tingle, I finally interrupt. "I thought you wanted to have me eat your pudding too." Her trance breaks and she looks up with the most naughtily angelic face, saying, "You were pretty close, huh?" "Yes, you know I was." I lie on the bed beside her and encourage her to me. "Come here, you." "Is this what you want, Ry?" she asks giggling at me as she obliges by jumping upon me such that her beautiful vagina is right above my mouth. I give her a quick lick. "Isn't it what you wanted?" I ask and resume licking and tonguing her mercilessly. "Oooo - yes - mmmmm," she says as she takes me back into her mouth. This time however, her action on my throbbing cock is much slower. She starts humming while she sucks me and begins gently rocking back and forth and even side to side as I lick and suck her from this new angle. It reminds me of a cat circling a spot to lie down. Most likely she can't quite decide where she wants me to lick more and the freedom of this new position allows her to explore what she likes. For my part, I just try to keep up with what's in front of me and while my hands are on her hips, I'm not directing her, just using the leverage occasionally to lift my head and lick more forcefully. Page seems to find the spot she wants licked most, so she squats lower pressing her pierced clit forward into my mouth and I gladly accept. The tip of my tongue plays over the little barb while Page increases her sucking on me. I can feel her tensing, her legs beginning to tremble and her pelvis rock slightly as her impending climax approaches. I sense both of her hands gripping me to aid in attempting to jack me off into her mouth as she begins to cum, but I resist and just keep eating her. She tries to stifle her words and a series of guttural humming is interrupted by words. "Oh, you. You - aren't - ffffffawk - you're - not playing - fair!" I answer her accusation by pulling her down by her hips while sticking my tongue into her. Repeating the action again and again. Raising and lowering her so my tongue slips into her and licks her clit on its way out. "Oh god - oh Ryan - oh fuck! That's it! Oh stop, no, no don't - don't stop!" she screams. Ignoring her conflicting requests, I rely on her body to tell me what she wants. She's aiding me with the raising and lowering of herself onto my tongue now and I'm just there for her. My hands now free to roam, I find her breasts and grope her softly. Her nipples are tight and a light perspiration is developing in her excitement. My tongue is a bathe in her juice and my saliva and I'm in heaven. "Mmmm, you're so fucking going to pay for this!" she says as she tumbles over the edge and goes into full climax. "Oh fuck yeah, you lick it!" She presses herself onto my face, covering me in more of her nectar while she just quivers. I'm licking her with everything I've got and realize my tongue is bordering on cramping when she finally settles. She begins to jerk me with her hand and then decides that's not how she's going to make me pay. "Yeah, you're gonna pay mister," she says as she dismounts my face and repositions herself on top of me. "You like to play games, too; don't you?" she asks, as she teases my cock head into herself and back out. "Um - I just wanted my dessert," I say, playing along. "It was very tasty and I know you made it special for me." "You, little -" she cuts herself short as my hips jerked upward and impaled her for a moment. "Ungh! Fucker!" She's lost and I see the lust in her eyes. She can't decide if she's just going to fuck me senseless or exact some revenge for making her come so hard. "You just lay there and see," she says. "I'm going to - make - you - squirt - inside - me!" "Please do." Page puts her hands on my chest and begins the most adorable grinding motion I've ever seen. I hadn't had a ton of experience, but I had a few relationships. Her abdomen remained mostly still while she undulated her pelvis on me at an astonishing rate. Her total control of me is exhilarating but I try to resist and she's not having it. "No you don't," she says, moving her hands to my sides and presses her left breast in my face. Her undulations continue, perhaps even quickening, as I take the star and nipple and suck them lightly. I'm not sure how long I can last and want her to slow a bit, so I nibble gently around the star while licking my tongue across the protruding nipple. "Oh fuck, you're cheating again," she says and sits back up. "You seemed to like it though." "Are you going to come for me, Ryan? Don't you like squirting inside me? Fucking -" I grab her hips and force her downward onto me repeatedly now, my drive to finish sparked by her words. I pull her pelvis forward and push her back in a motion that slides her back and forth so my cock bends backward and contacts her clit with each stroke. "Ungh - that's it, cum inside me! Make me cum on you, you better play fair," she says, now aiding me in the grinding motion I crave. "Oh, yeah..." I sigh at last. "I'm going to, you cum on my dick now," I command. "Ima shoot - it's coming - hhuh - oh - fuck." "Yeah, you cum in me - I'm - cumming - oh fuck - ung - ung. Yes! Yes. Fuck yesssssss..." "Ohhhh yeah, take it..." Blast after blast, shoots inside her womb. I feel her contracting around my cock as she collapses on top of me. Enraptured with her, I hold her tightly as my spasms subside. "I hope you've learned your lesson, mister." "Definitely..." I tease back. "That was so freaking good, Page." "I don't know what you do to me; you make me crazy." "In a good way, though, right?" I say, stealing her words. "Yeah," she giggles. "In a good way." We lay there together for the longest time. She's so light, there was no need for her to move. I find myself stroking her long hair and caressing her sides. Page just seems to enjoy the closeness. After a time, she does climb off of course. "It's my turn to pee," she says heading off to the bathroom. I hear her using the can and feel my tired eyes beginning to close... Motion in the bed brings me back to my senses as she climbs in and scoots her butt up against me. Exhausted, I hug her in a close spooning that gives my left hand access to her breast. What seems like only a few moments later, I feel her moving restlessly. I put my arm around her to stroke her bare skin gently. She settles for a time and I drift back off... Awakening from my slumber some time later, I see that Page has gotten her laptop. She's studying the screen intently where she sits against the headboard next to me. She's still nude and I feel myself beginning to doze again with the dim light of the lamp on the night table. The tensions of the week feels like weights on my eyelids. I find myself waking periodically to nuzzle closer to Page but don't fully wake as I'm in and out of sleep. She's still looking over results on her laptop and periodically shifts to check her phone. I'm just barely aware of her movements. Page Ch. 03 There is movement beside me again and I realize she's turned the light off to snuggle up behind me. Sleep drags me away as I dream of our first encounter in a blur of visions that combine with our activities over the past few days. Around midnight Page's phone chirps. I hear it and feel her move away from me as she reaches for it on the bedside table. "I think we've got signal again, although it's only 1X not 3 or 4G. And we might have something too." "Oh, yeah? What is it?" I say rousing myself and sitting up to look. "Regard our adversary," she proclaims, as we both gaze upon the phone waiting for the picture to be slowly rendered. When it finally finishes, page exclaims, "I'm pretty sure I know her - well, her hacker handle, bpodq!" "Wow, she's hot for a hacker." "I guess, if you go for straight up evil blond Russian hacker babes... " Page, pinches me under the covers. "Ouch. Of course, you're hotter." "Yeah, nice try." "You're my first hacker babe," I continue to try and cover my slip. "Better be your last," she said with another pinch, that was harder than the last. As we continue to lie there together, I suddenly feel awake like I haven't been in months. The playful banter is making me all hard again, but her last statement has me dwelling on the nature of our relationship. So, I finally decide to press her a little about the question that's been bouncing around in the back of my mind for the last couple of days. "Page?" "Yes?" "What are we doing? Is this just sex?" She puts her phone back on the bedside table and turns toward me. Softly, she places her hands on either side of my face. "Ryan, I want you to listen to me." "Okay, you have my undivided attention." "I'm in love with you." "But why? Don't get me wrong; I'm not complaining. I'm just concerned and I'd never want to hurt you. What's brought all of this?" "Well, it's a lot of things really. I missed you terribly after Mom and Dad split up." "Yeah, but you were like nine..." "Yes, but you were actually the only one that ever interacted with me then. Mom and Dad were always busy, I didn't have any friends and you were there. You didn't just babysit me, you took an interest in what I was doing. When Dad moved us out to Cali, it was like I'd lost my best friend." "Okay, but that doesn't turn into this..." "No, that happened last year, mostly. When that tramp Natalie, got all fired up about my bra being mixed in her laundry, I almost lost it on that cold bitch. That's when I realized I was jealous." "Jealous? Jeez, I never noticed..." "No, and that made me sad, so I tried to ignore those feelings. After I went home, I started dating Carl to try and get over you." "I didn't even know you were seeing anyone until you told me." "He is older than you." "How'd you end up dating someone like that?" "Well, I wasn't really dating him like I'd thought. He works for Dad and evidently, I was just his beard." "What?" "He's Dad's top. I don't want to go into all the details, but you were actually my first." I'm lying there, flabbergasted... "Dad's gay?" It feels like a heavy weight has been set upon my chest and I can't really take in everything... "Wait, what? You were a virgin that night you arrived and we -" "Well, sort of a virgin. I'd given blow jobs and I had dildos..." "I'm such an idiot, I had no idea you were a virgin. I'm so sorry. Did I initiate things that first night?" "Oh, um well, hmm, yes and no..." she says, thinking about it. "I crawled into bed with you because I couldn't sleep; I guess I was still on Pacific time. But you snuggled up to me so nicely. You were all nude and warm pressed against me. I could feel how hard it was and you kept moaning my name over and over..." "Just fuck. I'm very sorry; those sleeping aids had me really messed up but I shouldn't have -" "No, no, no, Ry! I don't want you to apologize to me." "It's all mixed up in my head, I think I was having a naughty dream about you at some point, but then it was like you were there." "Look it's really okay. I'd initially come to your bed for comfort, but once we were snuggled together; all those lusty feelings I'd had last summer came rushing back. After a few minutes lying there, I was so hot and wet that I couldn't stop myself. I couldn't get stripped fast enough and when I climbed on top of you - well - it just slipped right inside me." "I swear, Page, I didn't even know if it had really occurred until it happened again last night." "Are you regretting that it happened?" she asks, as her hands now clasp my face and she stares directly into my eyes, anxiously studying my response. Suddenly realizing her words have not even the slightest hint of regret, I reply as forcefully as I can, "Never, Page. I don't quite understand how it's all happened, but I'm in love with you, too." Suddenly, Page is kissing me and my lips melt into hers. I don't know if I realized that I was in love with her until I just said it aloud. The love I feel toward her is inexplicable but right this moment I can't imagine myself with any other person in the world. Honestly, I don't understand what events have happened to bring me such happiness, but I don't care as long as I have her. My hands are in her hair and hers are in mine as we just kiss one another softly. She breaks the kiss and breathily asks, "Ryan?" "Yes?" "You really are; aren't you?" "In love with you? Yes. Madly." "Good, could you make love to me again, please." No games this time just a soft loving embrace between two adoring souls. Hidden away in a cabin during a snowstorm, we begin making love softly beneath the warmth of the covers. Page guides me into her as we lie next to one another, our legs scissoring together. I find myself wondering how Page could be so perfect a lover when she'd been a virgin just days ago. Her body mirrors my actions in perfect synchronization as we compel one another into bliss. Soft kisses and caresses continue throughout our love making. Our climaxes are less tumultuous but they are sweet and comforting. "I love you, Page." "I love you, Ryan." Page Ch. 04 Notes [Last revised February 1, 2016]: Page Ch. 04 "Yeah, he's got a system in here somewhere and it was accessible from outside; that's how he took control of the cameras and reviewed the footage." "Oh," I say feeling really foolish. "So it might be in the cloud already?" "I hope not, but I need to check. I've already disabled external network traffic, but I'm thinking maybe I should locate the system here and physically disconnect the external connectivity altogether, but that might alert someone. How well do you know Gary?" "Pretty well, I think. Of course, I thought I knew you too," I say trailing off. "What about the hacker, the files and the condo?" "Well, from the files I've examined, it looks like bpodq is gathering basic data on you. I'm looking for any patterns of out what she's gotten into now and there's still no activity at the condo." "That all sounds good, I guess." "Let's get you set up on the new laptop so you can change all of your online account passwords and stuff," she says. She gets up and heads to the bedroom for the other laptop. "The thing that concerns me is that she's probably being paid to do it, so your finances probably aren't the target." I sit and stew with that thought until Page returns, "What do you think they want?" While she sets up the laptop in front of me she responds, "Well, I'm not sure. Have you been working on anything in the House that might be of interest to foreign governments?" "Not really, I am, or was, on the Education and the Workforce House Committee. I guess I had interactions with some foreign corporations regarding that, but not really governments unless they were behind those corporations somehow." "I keep running up against some serious defenses. You know, it feels like I'm getting blocked at every turn and lots of wild goose chases. I may need to get some more help." "More?" "Shit," she mutters. "Page?" "I keep saying too much," she says self-admonishingly. "Too much? I can't make out most of what you're telling me." "We're getting side tracked again; let's focus on the laptop." "Okay," I say dejectedly. I find myself staring vacantly at her tee-shirt and I can't help feeling like a kid with his hand being smacked back from the cookie jar. I want to know what all of this is about and the technology is beyond me. "Hey, come on, pay attention," she says, tilting my head away from the nipples poking through her tee-shirt and toward the screen. "This is your logon information," she says, swiveling her computer around to show me an open window. It's a weird user name I never would have used, but instantly recognize and remember. "That's a long password." "Yeah, but it's a phrase we both know and few would guess, especially with the numbers and symbols." "I thought you told me not to store or write down my login information -" "This is a special program that encrypts the file, you just need a good strong password to keep people from getting into it." "That's a pretty neat thing, do I get that?" "Yes, after you log in." I finish typing the password and press enter. The system comes up nearly instantly. "See this icon? That opens the program where the password information is stored. It'll open up your file so you can enter and keep track of all your accounts." "I just use one password." "Not any more mister. This icon is an anonymous web browser and this one will launch your VM." Page continues to show me how to start up the virtual image of my old system. She's actually upgraded the operating system, the anti-virus and somehow maintained my files. She shows me how to open up programs I need and how to use them inside the VM. Everything works just like it was my old PC; in fact as I worked on this new virtual version, it seems significantly faster than my old PC. Additionally, I slowly realize that I'd probably have made a complete mess of it if I'd tried to upgrade it myself. "It's a lot to take in, Page." "You'll get it, you're a smart guy." "Not about this stuff," I say with a sinking feeling in my gut. "I'll walk you through doing your first account. Go get your wallet and let's do your bank account. I'll also show you how to tether to your phone." Once I'm back with my wallet, she connects up my burner phone to the computer and shows me how to use it as an internet connection. Then she guides me through getting online so I can change the password. I make the change and put the new information in the password safe software and feel slightly better. "Does everything here look about right," she asks, as we look at my balance. "Yeah, I've been saving due to my upcoming unemployment." "Any other savings or financial accounts we should check?" "All I have is a 401K." I knew I should be saving more, but I hadn't really thought about it much. "Do the financial ones first, then update all your e-mail and vendor accounts. Okay, you've got this, right?" "Yes, you can work on other stuff. I'll do these and let you know if I see anything weird or get stuck." Page goes back and sits in her chair and turns her laptop back around. While I spend the better portion of the morning going through all my online accounts and changing the passwords, Page is working away on her laptop. She keeps twirling her long hair in her left hand and running it across her cute little mouth. Occasionally, there is a look of concern on her face or a wrinkle in her nose as she types furiously. I do all of my accounts, even the ones that will be expiring at the end of my term. When I am finally done, I tell her and then make us a couple more espressi with cream. As I deliver hers, I linger to look over her shoulder, wondering what she's working on. She has over a dozen windows open and appears to be playing that game again in the largest window that is on top. Although, I notice she isn't really playing, since the window isn't full screen like it'd been the other day and she's only typing inside a small window within the game. Her left hand leaves the keyboard as I continue to stand beside her. I realize where it's gone suddenly when I feel a light brush against my leg followed by her slender fingers grasping me by my balls firmly. "Oh, um - sorry, I just wondered what you are doing." She looks up at me with a wicked grin, "You aren't playing fair, Ryan. This is like looking at my board while playing battleship." "Well, you've seen just about everything I have, physically and virtually," I complain defensively, as she loosens her grip slightly. "Hmm, I guess you're right. Look, I can't tell you everything you want to know or even show you or allow you to see; it's prohibited." Prohibited? I almost bite my tongue as I nearly spit that word back out at her. She sees the question in my eyes, her expression softens and she strokes my cock softly now. A chill runs up my spine and down my cock at the same time as I shudder. "Suffice it to say, I'm getting some help." She stares into my eyes and answers my next unasked question, "Yes, from someone in the game. We use it to communicate sometimes." I'm now wondering if she was playing at all when I came home early the other day. Of course, I have no idea how to tell what they were really doing; it looked like a fancy computer game, but there'd been so much going on when I'd seen it. They could have been chatting about me and I'd have never known. Impulsively, I ask, "Did you put the game on my computer too?" "Actually, I did and I've got an account for you to use," she says as she opens another window with a user name and password and spins the computer around. "Put these in your password file too." Obediently, I sit back at my seat, create a game account entry in my password file and put the information in there, wondering how I get to the game. Page seems to anticipate the question again as I look up at her across the table. "There's another VM on your laptop with the game," she says walking around to me. "Right click the VM icon and open this menu item." When I do there's a frozen picture of the game that looks like it's already running. "Okay, so VMs can be 'paused', and that's what I'd done to that one. Press this start icon." After just a couple of seconds the VM appears to be running and the game screen comes to life. "Now you just need to log in with that information." When I log in, I see I'm in some type of virtual world. An odd feeling rolls over me something akin to 'welcome to the Matrix', because I'm on a virtual machine in a virtual world. Page goes back to her seat and some text pops up on the screen like I'd seen on hers. Purple text says, "I'm going to invite you. Click accept." "Is that you doing that?" I ask. "Yeah, click accept." I did and it happens just like she's described. "There are a couple of character faces in the upper left corner of the display, see them? That's you and me, we're on a team together now. Anytime you log in you can see me, just click the icon with a shield at the bottom." "Okay." "There are some other people on our team. You can chat with them if I'm not around. You should always make sure they are on that list before you respond to any chat." I pull up the list and look, "So you're Shiva?" "Yeah, that's my toon's name. It is a play on a bunch of different words: the Hindu god, the Jewish time of morning, the Sanskrit 'the auspicious one', but the real reason is because my character is a rogue and she uses daggers to shiv people... so she's a shiv'er or Shiva." "Oh, I see." I'm wondering why she's given me this long explanation. I'm looking around and trying to move my character and randomly pressing keys when the list pops up again. There are only three of us in the list, so I ask, "So this Leda is who you're chatting?" "Yes, and you can talk to her too. We use the game to 'hide in plain sight' sometimes and we have add-ons to encrypt things we don't want being seen by anyone." "So if I pause the VM, it'll log me out of the game?" "Yes, eventually the session will time out on the server." I click the pause button for the VM as I mouse over the yellow symbol. I'm feeling pretty overloaded with all of these details and my breathing doesn't feel right. My heart is racing and the room feels like it is spinning until her words cut through my thoughts like a knife; slingshotting me back from my momentary vertigo and near panic attack. "Oh, you didn't chat me," Page says, almost disappointed. "I'm sorry, I - um - I just - I feel like I'm out of my depth here, Page. All of this stuff - all of these events - and us and -" I break off, feeling lost in the vast array of unknowable things that have spun into my life. She gets up and walks around to me again, her warm embrace is accompanied by kind words and gentle pats on my back, "Ryan, it's going to be okay." "I feel like I'm slowing you down. I want to know all this stuff, but -" "It's fine. I got a bunch done, you've gotten your accounts all squared away and we're getting some help." "How do we know who can be trusted?" "We can trust Leda." "How do you know?" "She trained me and you know her." "Mom?" I ask, as I wonder what the heck Mom had trained her to do. "Close, it's her sister." "Reba? Gosh, I haven't seen her in forever." "Her condo is just off campus and it was the one place Dad let me go after we moved out to Palo Alto." "She's still teaching at Stanford?" I ask ponderously. I think about the last time I'd seen Mom's identical twin during one of the earliest visits I'd made out to see Dad and Page. She had lived much closer when I'd been young, just a few blocks from us actually. She'd babysat me for Mom before Page was born. I'd even stayed in her home a couple of summers while Mom and Dad traveled abroad. She'd taken the job at Stanford shortly after Page was born, but had come to see us during the summers. Since college, I'd been so wrapped up in my life, I had neglected my family or any real possibility of starting one of my own. "Mostly she does research but teaches an advanced comp sci course on current topics each semester. Look, we should avoid using her name when discussing this stuff, just the alias, okay?" I sit silently thinking about all this new information she is just kind of dumping on me. I'm staring at Page, who now that I notice, looks so much like both of them. All three of them have longish auburn hair, hazel eyes and a petite frame. She's still standing by me rubbing my shoulder, trying to relax me. I can tell she knows she's blowing my mind with every miniscule piece of information she allows me to have and wonder if this is part of why she gives it so grudgingly. Slowly I become aware she's speaking again. "Ryan?" "Yeah?" "Let's take a break and get outside." "You're done?" I ask surprised and maybe a little relieved. "We can be done for now. I've set some things in motion, so we can take a 'play' break and then maybe get some lunch or dinner." I can see the deep concern on her face. Taking a play break seems a good idea, so I use every ounce of my resolve to remove her anxiety over my mental state and say, "Yeah, let's get out in that snow." Forcing a smile actually lifts my mood slightly and Page practically skips to the bedroom. I follow after swallowing the remaining volume of my espresso. In the room, she is putting on new underwear, but is dressing in yesterdays clothes. I have no doubt that there will be another snowball or ten, so I follow suit. We hadn't brought a bunch of clothes, and after she had taken me down so easily in our tussle when we arrived yesterday, I figure I might be spending some more time on the ground. Of course, I'm wondering how I might cheat somehow to even things up. At the front door, we don our coats, open it slowly and traipse out into the snow. The porch is packed with several inches of snow blown in from last nights storm. Snow on the driveway is probably about calf deep and all tracks and footprints are covered over. It's a very wet snow and Page, as expected, immediately runs out into the yard. I barely have the door closed when the first snowball hits me in the face. "Hey, those are heavy," I complain, as I bend on the porch to pack my own lighter one. She's off behind the car and my throw misses, skidding down the rear window and off the trunk. Page holds up the new ball it made. "This stuff packs easily. We should build a snowman." I lob another quick one at her that hits her arm and ask, "You calling a truce?" "Yes, if you help me." My laughter is uncontainable now. "Okay, I'll help." Together, we start rolling snow balls along the gentle slope of the hill. The previous snow is icier underneath, but the new wet snow rolls up quickly increasing the size of our snowballs. I start thinking this might be the quickest snowman I ever built. I'd only gone about thirty steps and the ball was well past my middle thigh. "You want the base bigger than this?" I ask her. She looks over at me in astonishment. Her snowball is only about half the size of mine. "How'd you do that so quickly?" "Come here, I'll show you." Page walks over and I have her roll it. "Put your hands like this and twist it a little after every other step or so." She pushes the ball along several steps and it just keeps getting bigger. At a certain point, it is becoming too large for her to push and she looks to me for help, so I take back over. The thing is now nearly as high as my midsection and nearly even with her chest. "This big enough now?" I ask laughing out steam into the cool air. "Yeah, I haven't gotten to play in the snow for almost nine years, so I don't really know what I'm doing." "Well, we should get it to a good level spot and pack snow around it's base." I do that and she goes back to make her snowball larger. By the time I've got the base ready, she's rolling a nice midsection sized ball to me. We work to get it into the indentation I'd put into the base. With the midsection on, the top of our snowman was now at my eye-level. She quickly rolls a proportional sized head and I set it upon the top. "This is the kind of snow that may well be gone tomorrow," I say as I stand back and look at our work. "At least you get snow here. I think Palo Alto had a snow in 1967, before I was even born, but I haven't seen a single snowfall while I've lived there." I take her hand, "You don't know how much I've missed you. It wasn't really within our control, but I wish it'd been different." "Yeah, me too. Let's go explore," she says pulling me along. "Well, I've been here before. I haven't seen the entire property, I think it's about a hundred acres, but there's a pond over that hill," I say pointing in the direction we're walking. "Neat," she says continuing towards the top of the hill trudging through the snow drifts. We walk and talk. The hike gives us time and I feel Page finally loosening up as she fills in some details on her life. It's odd that we hadn't had these discussions before, but I'm happy she seems to finally be opening up. I learn that Dad's import business is struggling. She isn't saying everything she knows and I can tell, but I don't push. She tells me a little about her ex-boyfriend, Carl, who was using her as a beard to gain access to Dad. She'd had her suspicions about him, because all he ever wanted to do was go to movies and eat out, but the whole thing with Dad had caught her off guard. I also learn that she hasn't really been in high school. She completed her requirements two years ago. She's never been challenged by anything and has been holding off on attending college. I wonder about the page gig she'd done and how she'd gotten into that without being in school. "Okay, I haven't wanted to push too much, but how did you manage getting into the page program for the House if you weren't in high school?" "A combination of contacts and hacking," she admits with a blush. "Contacts?" "Aunt Reba, knows some folks and I was 'sort of' enrolled in the summer high school program at Stanford when I applied. She's been lobbying me pretty hard to continue with my education." That 'sort of' worried me a little and I just couldn't let the hacking thing go. "I'm going to go out on a limb and hope that you hacked something the staff at the House looked at and not them directly?" "Oh, yeah, I've never done anything against our government, Ryan. I wouldn't." "Well, what about the money then?" "I earned it. People with certain skill-sets can set their price. Plus, I've invested a bunch of my earnings too. That's why I'm in no hurry to make any big decisions about education. There's a lot in the world that I want to see and I've only been a couple of places so far." Surprise fills me again as I realize she's got more money than what I'd seen in that duffel bag. I guess I can understand her position. If I were a genius, and could easily earn a boatload of money, I might rethink getting further education myself and plus traveling can be quite an education too. I find myself asking, "Did you keep your earnings secret from Dad?" "Oh Ryan, that's all part of the mess I left. When I was here last fall, I opened an account with Mom. She has left my money alone and recently removed herself from the account when I turned eighteen. But Dad - well, he's a scoundrel." "So, in the past, Dad took some of what you'd earned?" "Nearly everything! And then Carl and he - " she sobbed. I feel like shit for pushing too far, but grab her and hug her close. "I'm sorry, Page. I think it's better to get all this out. I swear, you can trust me," I offer as I push the wet hair from her face. Her sobs turn to anger, "That fucker's gonna pay -" It seems like every time Dad comes up, she gets extremely pissed. "So, I guess the argument about 'everything', included his taking your money?" Page Ch. 04 "Ryan, he used it all on some shady deal right before I became a page. He told me he was going to get it back to me, but he didn't. Then to top it off, right after my birthday, I found them together in flagrante delicto. I was so angry and I wanted to leave. I demanded to be paid back but he refused and told me it was a 'life lesson' for me." "So where'd you get money to buy the bus ticket and all that cash?" "Reba had been letting me use her safe. I had to get out of there before I did something I'd regret. I only made two stops before the bus station. The first was to her house to collect the cash and the second was to the delivery company to ship my stuff to your place, insured." Hardly believing what I've heard, I hug her more tightly. "I'm so sorry, I had no idea about Dad. You know I'd never do anything like that to you." "I know, you're nothing like him. I have plenty of money now and I don't even need what he took, so I should just let it go but it makes me so angry." I think about how she'd gotten angry about the people in her game that cheat and what Dad had done and make a connection. Page is like some chaotic good character from a D&D game. She wanted good outcomes but sometimes let her methods be clouded by her passion for justice. "So that's why he's not coming after you," I say bringing everything full circle. "That and I told him I never wanted to see him again or I might have to involve law enforcement." Now she was pulling me along again toward a line of evergreens. Gary had a little tree farm of maybe two-hundred Christmas trees. I'm pretty sure it was some type of tax write-off thing. Anyway, once Page spots them, I know right where we are heading. They were mostly covered in snow although a few had popped out from the wind and increasing temperature of the day. As we reach them she asks, "You think we could cut one?" "I'm sure he wouldn't mind, but I don't have any tools." She grasps one of the branches to rub the needles and inhale the evergreen aroma. "We always had fake ones. Can we get a real one, please?" I think about the irony of going to buy a tree in town when there are trees here, but say, "Yes of course we can. I mean we're probably going to be here over Christmas, it's just a week away." "Ooo, we can stay?" "Well, I thought we might need time, we can go back if you think it's safe." "No, I think we should wait a while to see if anyone shows up to 'fix' your PC." I take her hand and we continue walking in eerie echoless silence of the snow. The only sound is the light crunch of it beneath our feet and I continue to ruminate over the possibility that people might be entering my house unbeknownst to me. Arriving at the edge of the pond we find it muddy and the snow is slightly melted giving it a Swiss cheese appearance in places. The temperature is just below freezing and there are a couple of ducks at the far side who seem to have decided to overwinter due to the warm start of the season. The wind is blowing lightly, causing soft ripples to lap against a rocky out cropping near us. "Gary told me the lake is fed by a spring, which is also the source of his water at the cabin." "It's beautiful, especially with the sun crossing that ridge to the south." "Yeah, days are pretty short here in the shadow of the mountain, this time of year." "It's so different from where I've been living. It makes me want to crawl in bed." "Yeah, me, too," I say and then laugh for a moment. "I mean to sleep, silly," she says with a light shove. "Hey, let's go into town to eat. We can look for a tree and decorations after," I suggest. "Okay, let's." That really perks Page up and she is nearly dragging me back to the cabin. When we finish the ascent to the top of the hill, we can see the main road, which appears to have been cleared. The sun is out and we can see the blacktop glistening from our vantage point. "That's good, all we have to do is navigate the road out," I say pointing at the length of snow covered road that winds in and out of tree cover. "I'll race you," she says taking off down the hill toward the cabin. I must not have much sense, because I take off after her. She is unreasonably fast and nimble as she scampers across the snow. My additional weight and height have my feet sinking in which slows me down. I watch her reach the porch, punch in the code and go inside. I am out of breath as I reach the door, but I punch in the code only to get denied. I hadn't given her the code and somehow she's gotten in and changed it. I give the barbers knock, hoping she'll let me in out of the cold. There is some laughter behind the door followed by, "Who is it?" "Please let me in, Page." "How do I know it's you?" "I think you know what I'm going to do to you when I get inside." "Oh, that's sounds threatening..." "I promise, you'll like it." The handle slowly turns and she pulls it inward quickly. Suddenly, she's pinned me on the floor inside and I'm not even sure how she's managed it. The door closes with a bang and Page squirms atop me with a wicked little smile on her face. "You were saying?" I don't seem to be in any pain and I wonder how she'd done that so deftly without inflicting any. Lying beneath her helplessly, I have a sudden pang of realization that she probably could have really hurt me if she'd wanted to. Caught up in this bizarre sexual sparring, I simply stare up into her twinkling eyes which are full of playful delight. Her coat is off and she has her crotch placed right against mine. My jacket is still on, but unzipped and I feel the warmth of her on my lap. "Well, you seem to have me at a disadvantage," I tell her finally. "You may do with me as you will," I say acceding utterly to her. "What if I wanted what you promised at the door?" "Shouldn't you have just let me in then?" "Maybe." Her hands loosen from my wrists slightly and she leans forward to kiss me deeply. Her hands soon release mine to work her fingers into my hair and stroke my stubbled face. The passion of her kiss, the warmth at my crotch and my own drive are pushing us to engage. I know she can feel me pressing against her as we wriggle together on the soft carpet. I want to put my arms around her, but when I try, she pushes them back down and sits up. Shaking her head 'no' at me she begins unbuttoning the three buttons of my shirt, starts pulling out the shirttail and then working on my belt. Tilting my head forward to watch, she stops what she was doing and pushes me flat again. "You said, I could do with you as I will", she says playfully. "Oh, so I am your captive?" "You surrendered, fair and square," she teases me. "So what do you plan to do with me? I hope it isn't against the Geneva Convention." "You never know who we might find outside our door or what they might have stashed upon their bodies. I think we're going to need a full inspection," she said as she pulled off my jacket and tossed it aside. My shirt was next, but she then removed her own blue shirt from yesterday. She'd gone braless again and my hands are drawn to her breasts but she grabs them and suppresses me again. "Make no sudden moves 'mister'," she threatened. Then she lithely flipped around to remove my shoes and socks. Another quick turn and she was back tugging down my pants and boxers together. "You seem to have a weapon tucked in here," she says as she pulls them over my hardening cock and down to my ankles. "No ma'am, that's just -" "Don't make me do a cavity search." Her choice of words has my cock straining just a little harder as she removes the pants from me entirely and then removes hers in another quick maneuver. "I'm just going to inspect this weapon to make sure it isn't loaded," she says just before she takes me fully and suddenly into her warm and wet mouth. We both know the weapon is fully loaded and I'd already threatened to use it from the other side of the door. "Ohhh," comes out of my mouth as she pushes me to the back of her throat. When she's finally satisfied her foe is fully subdued, she swivels her beautiful bottom and crotch directly over my face and presses her hairless pussy downward. "The prisoner needs to satisfy me that he is no threat," she says giggling. Her tight lips are already wet and I can smell how excited she is as she hovers teasingly just above my mouth and nose. My mouth accepts the Y that they form with her clitoris and I lick at the intersection while she takes me back into her mouth. My hands grip her firm butt cheeks and pull her closer. My tongue delves within her deeply while she works my cock until I don't think I'm going to be able to last. Attempting to distract her, I begin licking her clit and the little ring there. Suddenly, Page is shivering and urgently pressing herself into my mouth. There had been several times that I'd observed some fluid come from her, but this afternoon there is a sudden rush that comes into my mouth as she squeals out in exquisite relief and perhaps a little shock. I eagerly slurp her cream out of her and I continue to lick gently when she's stopped. "What the heck just happened?" she asks. "I think you just creamed me." She jumps up and runs to the bedroom. Arising slowly, I follow to see what she's got in mind next. I love these games. Entering the room, she's on the bed and there are tears in her eyes. "Page, what's the matter?" "I didn't mean to do that." "What? That was great. I'd take your cream or juice any time." "It was okay? Sometimes I don't have enough confidence about my body." "Page, we're learning one another together. You're amazing and I love you." "I haven't had the opportunity to experience it before, but I loved it and I love you." I realize in that moment that Page had done all of these things with me on sheer instinct. Her experience was limited to me and I shouldn't have made light of her creaming me. I snuggle up to her on the bed and take her in my arms. "Hey, maybe I didn't express what I thought about you squirting very well. I hadn't expected that, but honestly I loved it. I've never been with anyone who could do it. It really excited me." "Really, it did?" "Get back on top and I'll show you." "Which way?" "What do you want?" "I want you inside me so bad; it hurts." "That's what I want too." Crisis averted, Page climbs on top of me and I slip right inside her. I smile up into her eyes gazing down on me. I mouth 'I love you' to her and she simply beams with joy. The blood is rising in her face and neck and I can tell that she is very excited. My hands are drawn to her firm breasts and squeeze them gently as she rocks back and forth upon me. Her hips gyrate in an ever increasing speed. I lift my head to take her right nipple into my mouth and suckle upon her as she moves. Almost at once, I can feel her gripping me more tightly. My hands move to her hips and aid her with our union. The confident Page was back and she pushed me flat again and reversed herself in a fluid motion. She resumed her riding of me now with her face looking away, but the most beautiful view of her backside. Her buttocks were firm and I loved watching her glide up and back down on my cock. Her perfect pink pucker on full display as well as her Venusian dimples that accentuated during her undulations. Soon Page was climaxing on me with her rapid twerking motions bringing me to near peak as well. I resisted while she came and rode to near exhaustion trying to bring me off with her. She finally hit a peak that froze her upon my lap as her velvety vaginal muscles gripped and contracted along me for what seemed like minutes. When she realized I was still hard she turned to me with a smirk and asked, "Why haven't you cum yet?" "I was just enjoying watching you. You have the most beautiful ass." She blushed at that and then said, "You say the sweetest things." "Well it is beautiful. You prefer bottom, butt, bum or hiney?" She climbed off me and moved her head to the pillow and bend down. "Okay, come do me from behind so you can see it." I didn't have to be told twice, I am behind her in an instant. "It really is a sight, you are beautiful from every angle," I said, as I entered her slowly. She presses her apple shaped bottom backwards to meet me with every thrust and I could feel myself beginning to cum before I could work up much steam. I grabbed her hips and pulled her to meet me with even more force. "Oh, gawd. You feel so good, that's so good." "I'm going to cum, I've been close ever since you twerked me. Oh, fuck." "Do it, you naughty boy. Fuck my tight pussy. You make me so hot!" That was it, she'd won again. Dirty words were my weakness and she'd honed right in on it. "You always talk - so - fucking - dirty - ung - oh - fuck yeah! I'm cuming in you now." My grip on her hips tightened as I forced myself into her a few final times and then I collapsed on her back to grope her breasts and whisper 'I love you's in her ear. There were no words for how much I wanted this to continue. Only exhaustion made me lie beside her eventually where she joined me so we were facing. "Wow, that was fun," she says playfully. "Yeah, you should throw me on the floor more often." We giggle at each other and doze for a time. Page As tired as I am, I wonder if I'll be able to sleep as I pull the covers up. I'd been taking Ambien, but decide against it tonight. I hear the door to the bathroom open and Page using the can now. Why'd she come here of all places? What was going on in her life? Where'd she get that bag full of money? The toilet flushes and the door closes. At least she's here now and she'll be safe, I guess. Why? I must have drifted off quickly, but I'm subtly awake due to some slight movement next to me. In my twilight, I don't know who I think it is, but I snuggle up to whomever it is and fall back asleep. Dreaming a dream, I find myself aroused beyond any memory of sex I'd had in the last - um - ever. The woman is short but shapely, her nipples are hard and enticing as I suck upon one and bathe it with my tongue. She's atop me and pressing it into my mouth while my hands grasp her hips. Her aroma carries a hint of smoke, but there's another attractive smell there too, feminine and pure, but ever so sexy. Fingers are running through my hair as I nestle into her bosom and I hear soft whimpers of 'yes'. My hips rise to meet her downward thrusts and my hands aid her descent onto my raging hard cock. Soft noises of wet copulation fill my ears and entice my lips back to her breast. I know ecstasy awaits me at the end of my dream and I draw towards it, but I want to savor the trip. This bundle of energy, that is grinding me into and out of herself, isn't rushing things, she's going slow while remaining very intent. There in the darkness something catches my eye. A fleeting sparkle somewhere in her hair. Our breathing is quickening but starts to synchronize in time. Another fleck of light somewhere between us gets my attention for another moment. Suddenly she's kissing me and the smoke scent is stronger. I eagerly suck her tongue into my mouth as we taste one another. Where was this goddess from? Her tongue is playing with mine and I find it is pierced. Pierced? I couldn't remember ever dreaming of anyone pierced, but somehow it made the whole dream that much more exciting. Soon she is sucking my tongue suggestively while riding me. I could tell she was completely smooth down there because I've been denuding myself since my last girlfriend. The slippery feel of her sliding her smooth snatch across my smooth cock was exhilarating. God it was nice; what a nice - fuck. Nibbling on my nipple now, I feel her take it between her teeth. Gently, playfully she bites - not hard, only a teasing nip. Now my other nipple gets similar treatment. Then she is sucking it hard, as she begins pounding herself downward. Thrusting - slapping - gripping - clenching - sucking. Whispers of 'yes' at my ear and then 'please' enhance my arousal. I want to please this woman; it's been so long since I have had this. Her other breast is at my lips now but this one is pierced. I suck it carefully, while trying to determine the shape of the object. In the darkness my eyes only see a faint outline of the woman. I move my hands to her breasts and feel their size and firmness. I squeeze them tightly and suck at the one in my mouth harder as a new stream of whispers follows. "Bite it a little." I gently bite it and she moans softly. "Yessss." Her breast is gone and her mouth returns. She's kissing me again passionately, but this time there is something odd; something is different. This kiss is - I know this kiss - I've known... I'm suddenly reliving the moment of my sister flashing me briefly in the kitchen, when she'd flipped the shirttail back down. The little star, I'd just been sucking... It'd been on her tit. Was it her? The memory of her stiff nipples pressing into me in the kitchen as we hugged came back now. My hands find them and I feel the shape of the star piercing her left nipple. I give it a light twist. "Mmm-hmm like that..." Why am I dream fucking Page? My arousal is increasing at the thought of fucking her. I'm not in control. She is thrashing against me, bucking wildly. Her smoky hair is against my face. My hands resume their position upon her hips as she rides me closer and closer to climax. "Ooohh, fuck me Ry!" That voice - I know that voice. It belongs to the only person that calls me that. Her words are no longer whispers but breathy words being spoken aloud. "Fuck your sister with your big dick." Dangerously close to climax, her words are pushing me toward my inevitable release. "Fuck - it feels so good. Pump me full of your sticky cum, big brother." No dream had ever been this intense. I'm being driven to the finish with what is a terrifyingly heightened climax. Lustful thoughts of Page fill my mind. Jets of cum erupt into her womb as I feel myself bottom out inside her repeatedly as she forces me within her as deeply as she can over and over. "Oh, my God! Is that really you Page?" "Shhhhh," says the voice, as a finger is placed gently on my lips. "Sleep..." Exalted, exhausted and tingling with guilt, sleep comes again quickly. When the alarm awakes me, I sit up to look around the room. Perhaps it had been a dream. Why would I dream about Page like that? That was so inherently wrong. Trying to shake the thoughts, I get out of bed to prepare for my day. Pulling on my boxers, I realize there's a dried residue on my cock. Now, I also notice there's a faint hint of cigarette taste in my mouth and there are other pungent odors in the room. I finish dressing and go to use the restroom, shave and finally, brush my teeth. Did Page come in during the night? I wonder. I finish up and remember her request for me to wake her before I leave. Entering her room from the bathroom door, I find she's sleeping soundly with the covers lowered to her waist. The tail of my tee-shirt is flipped through, just as it had been last night. I move to the edge of her bed and bend down to kiss her forehead. "Morning," I whisper. Turning to me, she grabs me and hugs me close. "Morning." "I'm going now," I say, as I smell that faint hint of smoke in her hair. "Okay, I'll have dinner ready when you come home." As I stand to leave, I observe the shirt has shifted and her left breast is completely exposed. The nipple is pierced with a star shaped ring. Page quickly adjusts the shirt and a smile flickers on her lips. It's the same star from my dream. Suddenly, I don't know what's real, my world feels imaginary, the ground is soft and spongy beneath my feet. Somehow, I make it to the front door, put on my topcoat and leave. Pageant Queening Tiffany Stein knew she was born for the pageant stage, but never had her chance when she was younger. Both her parents were academics and thought pageants were silly, forcing Tiffany to focus on her studies; as an only child they were able to devote a lot of attention to her. They had passed while she was in her early twenties, and she thought it would be best to honor them by fulfilling their wishes. She studied hard, and breezed through undergraduate and graduate school, though at a severe cost to her social life, she had no real friends to speak of. A few months back Tiffany had just finished with her thesis defense, and with an offer to a PhD program at a prestigious school, she was feeling invincible. She knew just one thing was missing from her perfect world and that was to win a pageant. She began searching online for local pageants, but was finding little luck. Oh, there were plenty of pageants, just none she qualified for. She was either too old, too young, or too educated; because many pageants bolster themselves as 'scholarship programs' already having a degree disqualifies you. Finally she found one with very few restrictions, it seemed that the only requirements were to be over 18 and a natural blonde, and proof would be required, whatever that meant. Tiffany wasn't worried about it, after all it said she was 'BLND' on her driver's license, and it sure didn't mean blind. 'Miss Blonde' was definitely the pageant for her. She found the application page, although it was hard for her to find because it said 'Miss Blonde Submission' at the top of all the pages on the site. Tiffany considered it a programming error and submitted her application. On the day of the contest she showed up full of nervous energy, but was calmed down when she saw her competition. There were only 8 other girls, most of which looked like they'd be more at home in a buffet line instead of on a pageant stage. She signed all the consent forms without really reading a word, she didn't care about endorsement deals or whatever they were in regard to she just wanted to be in the pageant. Strangely the form had her sign her real name and then asked for a stage name too. Tiffany didn't have a stage name to speak of, so she just put her real name in both spots. One girl stood out though, she was bigger, but her body was proportional. Tiffany found her own name card at one of the prep spots and sat in the chair. She dutifully did her make up, and listened to the chatter of the other girls. It may have been her first time at this blonde only pageant, but the others seemed to be veterans. She found out the other girl, the one she considered her only competition was actually last year's first runner-up; and she was feeling especially cocky because the girl who won last year didn't even show this time around. Tiffany shut out all the noise, and concentrated. Her make-up was perfect, and she filled out her dress nicely. Being as tall as she was, it was hard for her to find clothes that fit properly, but for this she had a custom dress made, and ordered a special bikini off of the internet. There was no prize money for this competition, but her pride was on the line and that was worth every penny she spent. There were only three rounds to this competition, with eliminations each round; first there was question and answer, then a talent showcase, and finally swimsuit inspection. There were three judges at a table to the side, a commentator, and a host; as well as, a full stadium audience and several cameras. This wasn't televised, but Tiffany overheard it was being live-streamed on a website and was free to download as a movie file afterward, brave new world. When it was her turn for the first round, Tiffany took to the stage and was met with a roar of clapping and cheering. This filled her with confidence, she knew it was solely-based on her appearance in comparison to the rest of the women who were her opponents. She should've hated it, but she didn't, and she was welcoming any advantage she could get. The host was a man in his forties, handsome with black hair that has flecks of grey that made him look distinguished rather than old, he was dressed in a fine suit, and held a microphone, despite having one on his collar as well. Even as he spoke he maintained his ear-to-ear smile, as only a pageant host could. "Alright, and here we have a next contestant, why don't you introduce yourself sweet-heart?" He place the microphone just in front of her lips, and place his other hand firmly on the small of her back, which made her feel a bit uncomfortable. The contestants before her had all introduced themselves with crazy names she thought had to be made up, but she didn't think about it too much and introduced herself with a big smile, "My name is Tiffany Stein, I just graduated with an MS and am starting my PhD in the fall." "Alright Miss Stein," he said with a bit of a laugh, "and is that your real name?" She smiled through her confusion, and said "Of course" with a bit of a laugh of her own to match his. "Wow," the host said, gesturing to the audience, "isn't she brave folks?" The audience cheered and clapped for her. Tiffany couldn't understand why her using her real name was brave, but just smiled and enjoyed the applause. The audience calmed down, and the host began again, "Alright Tiffany, your question for the first round is; do you feel chastity belts are an effective tool, or a crutch for an inexperienced dominant to maintain control in their absence?" When he finished her handed the microphone to a dumb-founded Tiffany. "Uhhh..." Not a strong start, but she literally had no idea what he just asked, and even less of an idea of how to answer it. Luckily, fresh off the heels of her thesis defense she was prepared to bullshit her way through any question. "It depends," she began, the rest of her answer was barely coherent rambling of her repeating specific words from the question with pre-programed responses of management speak. When she finished speaking she was met with a smattering of applause, and handed the microphone back to the host, who had a quizzical look on his face. He addressed the audience, "Tiffany folks, she's well...," he paused, "well, she's very pretty." The audience laughed with him and at her, as she maintained her forced smile and walked off the stage. Off stage she took out her phone and did an internet search for a chastity belt, "...the fuck?" she whispered to herself as she scrolled through the results. It must have been some kind of bizarre history question she wasn't prepared for. Now if they had asked her about aerobic respiration of cells she could have talked about cytochromes all day. It didn't matter, because after the first round was over five of the nine girls were eliminated and somehow Tiffany had survived the cut, but she knew she was in dead last. She was especially worried, because she felt her talent, though difficult to perform, wasn't all the impressive on the stage. When she was younger she was part of an outdoor based youth organization for young girls that taught basic survival skills, this compounded with the fact that her father was a sailor in his youth meant she was quite adept at tying knots. Two other contestants went before her, including the pretty one who was last year's runner up. Tiffany didn't watch what her talent was, because she didn't want to get psyched out, but whatever she did, it got a lot of applause. When it was her turn, Tiffany had several lengths of rope on a small cart she pushed out on the stage, her welcome was far less warm than last time, but she smiled through it. She began holding a length of rope, presenting it to the audience, she tied a small and simple knot which received a small and simple applause. She couldn't get eliminated, she couldn't watch her first pageant end like this. She decided to toss out the pageantry, skipping the build-up and just started tying to most difficult knots she knew. When she finished the first one something strange happened, the audience applauded loudly, the commentator riled them up further, "Look at that folks, no getting out of that one!" they cheered louder. Even the judges who seemed disinterested when she first walked out were sitting up attentively in their chairs watching her with great intrigue. She couldn't believe the crowd's reaction, she felt invigorated as she tied another complex knot and held it up for display, and the audience again was applauding her. Finally she brought out several lengths of rope and tied the most intricate knot she knew how, and apparently it was one they'd never seen before because the audience went ballistic. Everyone was on their feet cheering, the commentator noted from the side-lines, "I feel bad for the first place winner if she takes second." This was met with a chuckle from the audience, and confusion from Tiffany, but she was just happy they liked her talent so much. It came down to the final round, two more girls were eliminated, and only Tiffany and the runner-up from last year remained, both girls were brought on stage in their dresses. The host stood between them as the other girl stared daggers at Tiffany. The host began to introduce the other girl first, "Ladies and gentlemen once again, last year's runner-up, Kitty," applause, "She's twenty-one years old, five-foot-one and one-hundred and thirty-five pounds, she wears a size ten and sports a bountiful 36C bust." Kitty, as she was called, posed seductively for the audience as they cheered for her. "So," the host addressed her directly, "Kitty, you were last year's runner up, what do you think your chances are this year?" "Well," she took the microphone without really having it been offered, "as you all saw from the live feed last year, I had a lot of fun with the winner," the audience applauded loudly, "this year I know I am going to be the number one, and she," gesturing toward Tiffany, "can use all the knots she wants on me." She gave herself a little spank at the end, and the audience cheered once again as she handed the microphone back to the host. "How about Kitty, folks?" The audience clapped a bit more, "And now our newcomer, this twenty-five year old stands at five-foot-nine and one-hundred and twenty pounds, she wears a size two and has a 32B bust, Tiffany Stein, and remember folks she's using her real name." She got a little extra applause at that without understanding why, when she was handed the microphone. "Thank you," she said excitedly, she couldn't believe her dream was coming true, she was in the final round of a beauty pageant, "I am so glad you all liked my talent so much," she thought she'd try and seem like a gracious winner and try and match Kitty's comment with her own, "and win or lose I'd be happy to show Kitty all the knots I know," the audience snickered at this and Kitty sneered her face, Tiffany finished, "and that's why I'd like to be this year's Miss Blonde." When she handed the microphone back to the host he had a look on his face like she had stopped playing an instrument without resolving the melody, but he shook it off and accepted the microphone. "Alright folks, were going to take a quick intermission and we'll see these girls once more, in their bathing suits, and then for inspection." Applause. Backstage was a bit of a ghost town now, only Kitty, as she was known, and Tiffany remained in the dressing room area. Tiffany quickly changed out of her dress and into her string bikini, it was a pretty light pink that matched against her tan skin well. "Wow, you look hot," Kitty said from behind her. Tiffany turned around to see the other girl in a compression one-piece suit that was black with glittery blue trim. "Um, thanks Kitty, you ... look good too." She tried to be polite, but one look at her competition and she figured she had this in the bag. "Whatever," Kitty said with derision, "just so you know, you tiny-titted giraffe, I know you're green-as-grass but that doesn't mean I'm going to take it easy on you if you win this thing." She crossed her arms and tapped her foot waiting for a response. Tiffany really didn't know what she was talking about, but considering their height and weight difference, she was pretty sure this competition was locked up, she wasn't normally a catty person, but she turned to Kitty and simply said, "when I win," correcting her opponent as she slipped on her high heel and walked past her. A few minutes later she was waiting at the curtain and a stage crew member informed her she'd be going on first because she was new, she just nodded trying to stay in the zone. The lights came back on, the audience were back in their seats, and as the curtain opened Tiffany stepped out in her string bikini and was met with cheers as she strolled across the stage towards the host. "Wowzers," he commented, "alright Tiffany, are you ready to see if you have what it takes to be this year's Miss Blonde Submission?" "Yes, I am ... wait what?" The smile dropped from her face, when she noticed across the stage there was some kind of chair with stirrups, like something you'd see in a gynecologist's office. All of the sudden several people from the crew were grabbing at her, they held her at the wrists and elbows, and some put their hands on her torso and forced her to walk towards the chair. When she began to protest vocally a large rubber ball gag was put into her mouth that forced her jaw open and pinned her tongue down, she was reduced to guttural moans. As they dragged her to the chair the side-line commentator told the audience, "It looks like Ms. Stein is resisting a bit, contestants have to be careful, a little resistance is good, but too much can impact their score." Tiffany wasn't listening to this as she was put in the chair, her arms were put into the arm rests at her sides with leather restraints at the wrist and elbow, her legs were put into the stirrups and similar restraints were secured at her ankle, knee, and mid-thigh. If she hadn't been thrashing so much the crew would've stopped there, but they elected to bring additional restraints to secure her body in place, one across her abdomen, another across the top of her shoulders just above her breasts, and a final one across her forehead. Tiffany was fully immobilized. A man dressed as a doctor came out, though it was clear he wasn't a doctor, and the audience cheered at his arrival, the commentator weighed in, "It seems folks are really enjoying this year's medical them, we're glad you like it." The doctor pulled up a stool between Tiffany's restrained legs, blocking the audience view. Luckily, a mobile cameraman had a shoulder unit and was just over his shoulder, the video he was getting was being streamed in real time to the website as well as three big screen television screens at the top of the stage. The doctor put on a pair of rubber gloves and then pulled at the side knot of her string bikini bottoms pulling them free. Tiffany had gotten a wax just before the competition to look good in the bikini but wasn't expecting this, she left only a small patch of her blonde pubic hair. "Wow," the commentator said, "with that small a patch she must be confident she's going to win, that'll be a snap to get rid of." At her side was the host, holding the microphone in one hand and the pull string of her bikini top in the other, "What'd'ya say folks," addressing the audience, "it's not regulation, but she just made it so easy for us." They cheered loudly and he pulled at the string until the knot was undone and took her top away with it, fully exposing her breasts to the audience. Between her legs the doctor had dabbed his finger in some kind of warm oil and was making gentle circles around her labia. Tiffany squirmed as much as she could in her binds, which was not very much as at all. The doctor moved his attention to her asshole which he was anointing with the warm oil, before bringing an anal plug out of his black bag he had with him as a prop. He pressed it to her asshole and she resisted, clenching, but he worked her clit a bit until she loosened enough for it slip in, which was met with mild applause. The rubber toy gave her anal canal a good stretching, which hurt slightly, but also felt good in a way, especially her sphincter which was not able to close entirely as it gripped the neck of the toy. Next he brought a speculum out, and pressed it into her vagina, those circles he was doing earlier were more than enough to get her wet as it easily slid in. He turned the mechanism an opened her wide, the cameraman zoomed in and the televisions showed a close up. Tiffany was still struggling in her leather restraints, which the doctor did not appreciate. He took from his bag a silver chain with clamps on each end, securing one to her left nipple and one to her right, before telling her, "calm down love, we've just go the sounding left to do." The clamps hurt but Tiffany knew she was trapped and didn't want to make her situation any worse so she held still as the doctor pulled out a small kit with several thin metal tubes. He pressed on her clitoral hood pulling it back and inspecting her before selecting the sound he felt was appropriate, and coated it with lubricant. With the speculum holding her open and his thumb holding back her clit, her urethra was an easy target as the tip of the sound found its opening and was pressed in. Tiffany eyes almost rolled back in her head, she had never been sounded before, and for some reason it was the most pleasurable feeling she had ever experienced. She struggled to keep still as millimeter after millimeter of the sound was pushed into her, dilating her urethra. Between the anal plug stretching out her ass, the speculum opening her vagina, and now the sound dilating her urethra it was becoming too much for Tiffany and she was coming up on an orgasm, but for fear of further punishment held as still as possible, the clamps on her nipples serving as a reminder of what happens when she moved too much. Just as the sound was being fully removed the doctor lost the grip of holding her hood back, and when he rolled his thumb to regain it he brushed her clit. This was the straw that broke the camel's back, Tiffany came harder than she ever had before. She almost exploded out her restraints as every muscle in her body tightened and strained including her asshole gripped around its plug, she screamed into gag, and worst of all, she even squirted a bit onto the doctor. The cameraman caught the bit of squirt on the television and the audience laughed hysterically as Tiffany still bound tried to catch her breath with the gag making it difficult. "Oh dear," the commentator said, "an accidental orgasm, that could cost her major points, but we'll have to see how the judges score it, still anyone's match until we see how Kitty does." Tiffany was spent, she could barely move as the nipple clamps were taken off, the plug was pulled from her ass, and the speculum was closed and removed. When the straps were removed she had the inclination to run, but her body wasn't listening to her brain at the moment and she simply allowed herself to be walked over to a padded saw horse they had set of for her on the stage a few feet from the chair. The body of the horse of narrow with a thick padding so it was comfortable when they rested her weight on it. There were small platforms on each of the legs for her knees and elbows which were secured with leather straps, two straps came across her back one at the small of her back the other around her shoulder blades, once again she was fully immobilized. She was positioned on the saw horse in such a way that it ran the length of her sternum to just over her pubic bone, and the legs of the device were wide, this kept Tiffany's own legs spread and made her vagina in full view and fully available to whomever saw use for it; her legs were so wide that her ass cheeks were fully open displaying her asshole, and even her labia parted slightly. She was thankful that they had her facing the audience, and unaware of the cameraman directly behind her showing the back view on a direct feed to the center of the television. Pageant Queening Kitty came out from the curtain, and was met with applause, she danced in a flirty way over to Tiffany, bound on the saw horse. Tiffany's ass was raised in the air, which Kitty gave a spank that was on the firmer end of playful before running her fingers down the bound girl's slit and giving her clit a little pinch. The audience was loving it. "Alright Kitty," the host said, "take it easy on her, you haven't lost yet." Kitty just giggled and knelt before Tiffany's face, she reach behind her head and unhook her gag. When she pulled it out before Tiffany could say anything Kitty planted a nice big kiss right on her lips, and the audience starting whooping. When she pulled back, Tiffany was livid, struggling so hard she would've fell sideways still attached to the saw horse if it wasn't weighted to the floor. She should've used this opportunity to express some kind of dissent about being tied and used but her anger got the best of her; all she got out was "You bitch..." before a stage hand had another gag in her mouth. This time it was a full harness gag, the ball was pushed into her mouth, a small strap came across her chin, another was secured laterally behind her head just under her ears, and off of each side of that another strap came up and met a small brass ring just between her eyes and joined a final strap that went back over the top of her head to meet the clasp in the back. This gag wasn't going anywhere. Kitty traipsed across the stage casually, the gag she took from Tiffany she put into her own mouth and secured behind her head herself. When she sat in the chair, the straps on her appendages were mere formality as she happily allowed her body to be used and abused just as Tiffany's was. Kitty's one-piece suit was cut at the crotch and drawn back, but the rest of it was left alone, Tiffany understood why her top being taken off 'wasn't regulation,' she also understood why she was the prettiest girl here, and why only women who weren't knock-outs would enter a pageant like this with hopes to win. But that didn't matter now that she was gagged and restrained, unable to resist any onslaught of sexual humiliation she would be subjected to before a large studio audience. What she didn't realize yet, but would soon, as it hadn't occurred to her that this was being broadcasted on the internet, is why none of the other contestants used their real, full names. Kitty allowed her ass to be plugged, her vagina to be opened with a speculum, and her urethra sounded like a true submissive, she lay there and took it, and didn't dare come without permission. When her inspection was over she was released from the chair and her gag was removed, and sauntered back over Tiffany where she stood before her. Kitty lifted the front flap of her cut garment and masturbated her clit for Tiffany to watch, mocking her bondage, Tiffany notice she had a rather full bush of natural blonde. When the host and the commentator walked off the stage to confer with the judges she took this opportunity to sidle behind Tiffany on the saw horse once again. None of the stage hands seemed to care, and the audience had hushed snickers not wanting to drop a dime on their champion to the officials. Even the stage hands had gone off to take a break while there was a lull in the action. One of the cameramen positioned his camera on a tripod with the lensed fixed on Tiffany's bound crotch to be displayed on the three televisions at the top of the stage as well as to the internet viewers. Kitty played with Tiffany's crotch in every sense of the word, and all of the action could be seen on all three televisions while Tiffany's front end faced the audience. She pinched and pulled at her labia, teased her clit, gave her whole pussy a few spanking with her open palm, even put a few digits in her fully while she thumbed her ass. The only thing more entertaining to the audience than her antics were the looks on Tiffany's gagged face as her pussy and ass were being toyed with mercilessly. The officials were taking a long time together and seemed to be in a deep discussion, this afforded Kitty a great deal of time with her unwilling victim. She got the doctor's bag which had been left behind when he left the stage and brought it back to the saw horse. When she placed it down she peered inside and her face lit up with glee at all the potential for mischief. She pulled out the original chain with clamps on the end and showed the audience, they knew better than to clap as the officials were still adamantly distracted at the judges table, paying absolutely zero attention to the stage. She playfully laid it across Tiffany's back and then produced two more. She connected a clamp to Tiffany's right nipple and then the left, the body of the saw horse between her body and the hanging chain. Kitty then came behind her and attached a clamp to Tiffany's left labia, this made the girl squirm and scream, but she didn't make enough noise to alert anyone who mattered. Kitty was about to put the other clamp on her right labia, but stopped as she saw an opportunity as she eyed the third chain. She fed the chain in her hand under and across the body of the saw horse handing it to herself on the other side. There was just barely enough slack but she got the clamp to Tiffany's right labia and clamped it down, when she released it her pussy lips were splayed open from the tension. Kitty then took the final chain and knelt under the saw horse, she fed the free chain through the one attached to Tiffany's nipples and attached both clamps to the chain at the back of the saw horse attached to Tiffany's labia, connecting the tension of all four clamps on Tiffany's tender flesh. With her left hand Kitty plucked aggressively at the center chain, while she pretended to be fingering guitar frets with her right and banged her head playfully. Each pluck pulled at the clamps on Tiffany's nipples and labia making her moan in a mix of pain and pleasure. When that got a bit monotonous Kitty returned to the bag, she eyed over at the judges table who were still in a heated discussion, which actually started to concern her, but she had the perfect distraction. Like a rabbit from a hat, she pulled out a device that looked like a rubber snake with a head at each end. In actuality it was an inflatable anal plug, at one end was the plug and at the other a small hand pump with a little silver release valve like you'd see on a blood pressure cuff in a real doctor's office. As she took position behind her, Kitty made a bit of a show of the insertion. Despite the whole area being well lubricated at the point, she pushed the plug into Tiffany's pussy who could only shiver as the straps across her back kept her tightly in place and unable to escape her opponents assault. When she was satisfied with the lube job she pushed the toy into Tiffany's ass, despite her clenching the toy was covered her artificial and natural lubricants and quite small when not inflated and slipped right past her rectum. Kitty stood out of the path of the camera lens and the whole audience watched in awe as she squeezed the pump in her hand a few times and they saw the rubber toy expand in her ass. Kitty knew just how to work the crowd, she got down on her knees behind Tiffany and between her legs, she put the pump in her mouth between her teeth, and used her hands to pluck on the connecting tension chain like before while tapping aggressively on Tiffany's clit, she knew just how to edge her but not make her come, she was especially careful in her technique after what happened to the doctor. She gave the audience a wink as she bit down on the pump a couple times and the plug grew in Tiffany's ass while her clit, labia, and nipples were used as a one-man-band. "Alright folks," the commentator said in his classic announcer voice, "the judges have finally come to a decision and it's a real doozy." At that, Kitty put her hands in her lap and spit the pump out of her mouth. The host took back to the stage, "Kitty," he said like a scolding parent but in a playful way, "what are you doing to back there." "Trying not to get squirted on," she replied in an aw-shucks joking manner of a precocious child. The audience ate it up and so was the host. Tiffany was squirming in her binds muffling something into her gag, beyond being sexually humiliated by the heavier girl, who by the way was still almost completely covered by her one-piece, she was brought to the brink of an orgasm and now was left without release. "Alright, alright," the host started, "stand up so we can here the judge's ruling." Kitty stood, but playfully leaned onto Tiffany's bound body. She let her breasts rest on Tiffany's ass cheeks and draped her right arm across her back like she was a girl sprawled across her bed. It looked like her left arm was innocently tucked between her stomach and the back of Tiffany's body, but in reality she had two fingers pressing aggressively into the bound girl, she had found her g-spot and was edging her ever closer to the brink without letting her pass over the side. With a full harness gag Tiffany could do little to complain, and was actually more moaning from pleasure than anything else, but to the audience it was clear she was enjoying the attention. The spot light went to the sidelines where the commentator was standing at the end of the judges table, a hush fell over the crowd as he read the verdict. "As you all know judging this contest is complex and organic, each judge's score is completely subjective but we must adhere to and trust in their decisions. That being said, after averaging the three judges scores across all three events," Kitty inhaled sharply, withdrawing from her secret hold on Tiffany ready to accept her victory, "it has been decided that it has been a tie," the audience collectively gasped, "as this has never happened before we have created a sudden death event for just such an occasion, which is why we were deliberating for so long, we apologize if anyone was bored by the delay." There was a snicker amongst the audience, as they were kept quite entertained the whole time. "WHAT?!?!" Kitty screamed, she lifted off Tiffany and spanked her ass so hard the three chains connecting her nipples and labia jangled audibly, making her groan. "This is bullshit, are you kidding me, she fucking came during inspection!" on the word 'she' Kitty spanked Tiffany's ass hard once again, no one seemed to mind how unfair all of this was to Tiffany. The host explained the new rules to the audience, "both girls we'll be secured to a standing x-frame, it's a simple 'first one to orgasm loses' competition, we'll begin with nipple stimulation, followed by anal stimulation, and finally vaginal stimulation. Once one contestant orgasms the other will be declared the winner, and then the usual ceremony will take place," he winked at the audience, "you know the one I mean." They all chuckled and applauded. Two large x-frames were brought onto the stage and positioned facing one another. Kitty assumed the position and allowed her wrists and ankles to be secured to the ends of each plank, while the stage hands set to working freeing Tiffany. They undid the elaborate chain work Kitty had done, and deflated the anal plug before removing it, then they undid the straps of her legs and arms, and release the back straps as well helping her to stand. This was her chance to run, escape, punch somebody, something. But she just allowed herself to be led to the other x-frame and have her ankles and wrists locked into place as she stared into Kitty angry eyes. Tiffany had lost everything for this pageant, including her dignity, she wanted to get back at Kitty, and she knew how to cut her the deepest; take her crown. Tiffany could've walked off once she was free but she'd come this far and thought little of going one event further. She had an additional strap put around her waist that Kitty didn't, she assumed it was either because she was too thin or Kitty was too heavy, either way to sneered at her through her gag when it was secured. Unfortunately, what Tiffany really wanted to do as soon as she was free was masturbate herself to completion, Kitty had edged her into oblivion, and she was desperate to finish. A set of nipple clamps were brought out for each girl, these were different than before, rather than being connected by a chain, each clamp has a red and black wire running from it to a small electrical box with controls that was secured the x-frame with black tape. Kitty still had on her one-piece bathing suit, and they decided to allow it, reaching in through the top to apply the clamps to her nipples. Once all four clamps were secure each girl felt a low level current running through there chest. Next a two-armed fucking machine was brought out and placed between each girls legs; each machine had a large dildo at the end of each arms, the tips of which were lined up with the women's vaginal entrances and assholes. A fresh gag was put into Kitty's mouth to make things fair, or as fair as they could be considering Kitty had spent the last 20 minutes holding Tiffany's bound body at the brink of orgasm. Not to mention Tiffany was fully nude and Kitty still had on her one piece which covered her almost entirely "Alright ladies and gentleman, I think we're ready to get started, as your host I'll be setting off the proceeding by turning up the voltage on those electro-clamps." He stood between the two of them turning on Kitty's first, who was moaning a bit at the shock on her chest. The host turned to Tiffany, as he leaned in to her control panel, he whispered in her ear, "Trust me rookie, throw in the towel, it isn't worth it." And then he turned up her voltage to match Kitty's. They had all three cameras on the stage covering all the action, one had a tripod mounted to get full body shot of Kitty on the right television, another had a full body shot of Tiffany on the left television, the third was on the shoulder of a cameraman free to wander putting images on the center television, close-ups of faces, asses, breasts, and occasionally on the host. With the camera's attention he announced the beginning of phase two, as stage hands operated the complex controls of the fucking machines, the back arm of each began to move, feeding a dildo into each girl's ass. Once the operators had found an appropriate depth for each girl they adjusted the speed to equal one another and let the machines do their work. Tiffany closed her eyes for a moment, which now that she was facing Kitty showed weakness, but she couldn't help it. This was the third intrusion in her ass and as much as she hated to admit it she was beginning to enjoy it. She held back the urge, but she knew if she allowed herself to, at this moment she would be able to come just from taking it in the ass. Kitty's look was more stoic, she wouldn't settle for second best another year in a row. When the officials could tell the audience was getting a bit bored they announced the beginning of the third phase, which picked up their interest once more. In a similar fashion the front arms were activated and both girls were getting double penetrated. It was getting harder to restrain herself from coming for Tiffany, but Kitty was beginning to falter too. When neither girl came after a few minutes they attached an additional set of electro-clamps to each of their labia, but still neither girl would yield. Finally a stage hand knelt between the two bound women with a vibrator in each hand and held them firmly on their clits. Both women were about to break, when Tiffany caught a look Kitty's eyes. She didn't see the tormentor from before, she saw a girl who'd finally found a beauty pageant she'd stand a chance in, who had lost last year and was about to have her dreams dashed again. She figured this was what the host meant by it wasn't worth it. But Tiffany had her dreams too, she bit into her gag and resisted the urges just as she watching Kitty scream out and orgasm as hard as she wished she could in that moment. "That's it, that's it," the commentator shouted excitedly from the sideline, "it's over, it's all over Tiffany Stein is this year's Miss Blonde Submission." The crowd went wild with applause, the commentator waited for it to subside and finished, "don't forget folks, we still have the award ceremony, take a quick restroom break if you need, but be back quick because we'll be right back." Tiffany was about to let herself orgasm but instantly both arms stops moving, the vibrator was taken away from her clit, and the current from all four clamps on her body stopped abruptly, and the dildo was removed so gently it she was left wanting once more. Kitty was so mad there was a good chance steam might come out of ears, the stage hands unrestrained her first, when her hands were free she took off her flimsy gag and spit out, "fuck! Alright same position as last year, put this bitch on ice, then I want her ass hooked and pussy pumped," there was true venom in her words, "and might as well pump her tits too. If anyone makes this cunt come, I will have their fucking head." They unhooked her ankles and she stormed off the stage. Tiffany, even in her deprived state had to laugh to herself at what she perceived to be Kitty's idle threats. "Alright," a stage hand said to another, "got to get her ready for the award's ceremony, while the runner up gets ready backstage." Tiffany's hands and feet were freed, and the strap around her abdomen was released. She was weak-kneed and almost fell, but a stage hand caught her, and gently let her fall to her knees. "Same as last year she said," he reaffirmed, Tiffany wasn't sure what was happening and most of her didn't care. She had won a pageant, and that was all that mattered to her, almost on instinct she was reaching for her crotch, she didn't care that a whole studio audience was watching she wanted to masturbate herself to orgasm. The lead stage hand gently grasped her wrist and said kindly, "no no sweetheart, not just yet." On her knees in the center of the stage rope was brought out, she allowed her arms to be brought behind her back and positioned wrist to elbow before they were tied, the ropes were brought around her torso and up over her shoulder, ensnaring her breasts as well in an elaborate pattern that pinned her arms to her securely to her torso. They then laid her down on her back and began to tie her legs, she had the thought to struggle, but considered she'd just won 'Miss Blonde Submissive' she just let them do their work, she didn't know what the award ceremony entailed but she wasn't surprised it involved bondage. They tied her right calve to her right thigh and did the same with the left, essentially forcing her to stay bent at knee, on her back it took some effort to close her legs at the knee so she just let them fall open, everyone had seen everything anyway. The stage hands picked her up so she was on her knees and the balls of her feet sitting back on her heels with her legs wide open crotch facing the audience, the ropes on her upper body made it uncomfortable for her to maintain anything but perfect posture above her waist. The host once again took the stage, "Ladies and gentlemen, one more time for this year's Miss Blonde Submissive!" The audience cheered and roared, Tiffany got a standing ovation, which unfortunately at the moment was not the 'o' she wanted. But she closed her eyes anyway and drank it in, she was a pageant winner, that's what she was focusing on, rather than the fact that her aching pussy was literally dripping on the stage and on display for the world to see through the camera and live stream. He knelt next to her, he had something in his non-microphone hand, "as we all know a true submissive is not permitted to wear pubic hair," he showed he was only a very small electric clippers, "I don't think the runner up would mind if I do the honors." Another audience chuckle as the clippers came to life with a hum in his hand, he deftly took off the small bit of hair she had between her legs and was met with applause. As he stood addressing the audience again a stage hand zipped out with a small kit and knelt before her. He put a small amount of shaving cream in his hand from a small can, and rubbed it where the clippers were, and quickly swiped a disposable razor over the area careful not to cut her, and then rubbed some kind of ointment on the area being even more careful not to touch her pussy. "I'm really sorry about this," he whispered to her, and took something blue out of his kit Pageant Queening Tiffany missed the beginning of what the host was saying while she was being shaved, but she heard him say, "...and now, we can begin the award ceremony where the first place winner is able to truly show her submission by being dominated by the first runner-up. While she's getting ready we will follow Mistress Katherine's instructions." "Mistress Katherine?!" Tiffany thought to herself, but she was quickly pulled back to reality as the host was standing behind her holding her shoulders and bracing her and the stage hand help a frozen bag of peas firmly on her pussy. She riled her body, groaning into her gag, as the ice cold bag hit her steaming, and now freshly shaved pussy. When she calmed they pulled the bag away, it was a strange feeling, in terms of the rest of her body she was still desperate to come, but her pussy was practically numb. Around her stage hands were like worker bees, all buzzing around, getting things ready. A strange machine, which was an air compressor, with what looked like medical tubing was being brought out. Before her a female stage hand was holding what looked like an 'S' but at the bottom end was a wide bulb and at the top was an eyelet she was tying some rope into. The stage hand caught her looking at it with wide eyes, "don't worry," she said, "it's just an anal hook, I'm sure you've done this before." Tiffany wasn't sure how to take that comment, she'd like to be offended but no one knew her before today and didn't realize she wasn't part of the lifestyle. She didn't have too long to think it over because the girl had disappeared behind her and was pressing the bulb into her ass, which slipped in with great ease at this point. She then tied the eyelet into the ropes already around Tiffany and adjusted the slack until she was arching her back and pushing her chest out, "There we go," she said and patted Tiffany on the head. Next a few men were on her with these strange devices, one looked like an athletic cup only much deeper and the other two were more like shallow cylinders open at one end and all three had some kind of port of valve on the closed end. The two cylinders were held to her breasts and the athletic cup was brought between her legs and pressed to her crotch she felt it press on the base of her ass cheeks, but was quickly taken away and another smaller one was put in its place, this one completely enveloped her pussy, but fell just short of her asshole. Two technicians held the devices in place while a third put small daps of oil around their edges where they met her skin, and then attached a thin, clear hose to the ports on each of them. They were held tight to her skin when the small air compressor was switched on. The hoses all came together at a four way valve with the fourth port leading to a final hose that fit into the air compressor, when they were all attached the light oiling allowed the devices to adhere to her skin, and suck up her small breasts and draw out her pussy lips. This was having the opposite effect the frozen bag of peas, drawing blood into her clit and labia making them all the more sensitive. "That's it," one stage hand said and they all walked off, leaving the air compressor humming, constantly increasing the suction pressure on Tiffany. Almost as if it were timed, just as the stage hands left Tiffany, Kitty had walked out from the behind the curtain. But she looked like a completely different person, her hair was pulled back and tightly wrapped into a bun, he make-up was much fancier and flawlessly applied, and her outfit gave her body a whole new look. She was wearing a leather corset that gave her a perfect hourglass figure, in this light it was clear she wasn't heavy as much as filled-out, the bottom of which had garters that connected to fancy black stockings and led down to her feet which were in in leather boots that went up to just below her knew and had chrome buckles all up the side, she wore no panties to speak of. She had a riding crop in one hand she let rest under her arm, and across the opposite shoulder she had a cat 'o nine-tails draped. She carried herself in a different manner as well, much more gracious and confident. When she got to the host she gave him a kiss on the cheek and a hug and stood next to him ready to be interviewed. The lights were low and she was under a spotlight, no one could see Tiffany being subjected to the pussy pump. "Mistress Katherine," the host began in a kind tone, "for another year you take the silver in this competition, what is going through your head right now?" He handed her the microphone. She had a soft and humble smile, "Yes, thank you, well to be honest I grew up being told that the best CEO's started in the mailroom, being a professional mistress these past two years I thought entering a submissive competition would help me become a better mistress, which I feel it has, so in a way I still feel like a winner." The audience cheered at her grace and poise in defeat. "Also, I am glad I didn't have to shave this," she ran her fingers through her exposed pubic hair, "as they say a mistress is only as good as her muff," more laughter. "Beautiful words from a beautiful woman," said the host, getting picked up from the second microphone on his collar, "So tell us, you have a full arsenal of toys and tools at your disposal, can you tell us what you have in mind for our winner?" She laughed a bit, "Well as you can see so far, I've cooled her off a bit, as we saw she has a habit of coming without permission," the audience chuckled, "right now I have the pump on her pussy, which for those who don't know is drawing blood to the area making her labia and clit swollen, which will make them extra sensitive. That compounded with how desperate she is to come should make her much easier to maintain under my complete control. I'm using the breast cups as well, but I doubt they'll be able to help her little bee-stings." This made the audience roar with laughter. The host joked a bit, "we reviewed the tape and it looked like you already were having some fun with her while we were deliberating, can we expect to see more of that?" She pretending to think a moment, "hmm, well I would like to change it up a bit," she nodded toward the whip on her shoulder, "I think she'll be a lot of fun under my total control, I already showed I can play her body like a fiddle." She repeated the air guitar motion with her hand as if she were hammering on an invisible fret board, another roar of laughter. "And since she likes tying knots so much I will definitely be incorporating some more rope play than she's already been subjected to." "Alright," the host said, "one more round of applause for Mistress Katherine, and for our winner," there was a loud applause and when it died down he concluded, "and remember, we do ask for silence during this session, and please refrain from using any matter of flash photography, the full live stream will be available for download after the end of the event. With that the house lights were brought down completely and only two spotlights were on the stage, one on Tiffany still being pumped, and one on Mistress Katherine which followed her as she strolled across the stage and settled in front of Tiffany. She turned off the air compressor and detach the hoses, but left the cups and pump attached to her body. A stage hand scurried out and removed the compressor and hoses from the stage. She stood in front of Tiffany and bent slightly at the waist, bring her hand gently under Tiffany's chin and lift her face to meet her gaze. "Hey Sweet-T, congratulations on beating me, I hope you enjoyed your applause because I wasn't kidding when I said I wouldn't be taking it easy on you. Tiffany just moaned into her harness gag as Mistress Katherine put her hand on the breast cups applying a gentle downward pressure, just enough overcome the suction, and placed them at the edge of the spotlight for a stage hand to grab. Tiffany breasts were red and her nipples were especially swollen, Mistress Katherine delighted in giving them a gentle rub followed by a hard pinch. From some unseen pocket she produced two wooden clothes pins and delicately placed one on each nipple before taking a knee and focusing her attention between Tiffany's spread legs. With the same gentleness and precision she removed the pussy pump to reveal that Tiffany's lips and clit were in fact swollen, only slightly because of the short time she was subjected to the pump but enough to make a difference. She ran her finger tips over Tiffany's swollen sex organ who moaned and shuddered in her rope bondage. "Oh does that feel good?" She asked in a mocking tone. Tiffany grunted something into her gag that sound like agreement, she was putty in Mistress Katherine's hands now. Mistress Katherine took firm grasp of her riding crop and gently rubbed it between Tiffany's legs for moment before striking her on the thigh. Tiffany cried into her gag as Mistress Katherine walked a circle around her casually swatting at her breasts, ass cheeks, and abdomen. She unslung the cat o' nine tails from her shoulder and tossed the crop aside, continuing to circle Tiffany and whip at her most sensitive areas, she took special delight in knocking off the clothes pins. Tiffany grunted and struggled so hard she fell over to her side, Mistress Katherine whip at her at abdomen and ordered her to roll on to her back. Tiffany complied, feeling the bulbed hook in her as she turned, when she was on her back with her heels planted her legs fell open. "Such a good girl," Mistress Katherine said guiding her whip between her legs, "making more of her slutty little pussy available for her mistress' whip." Something about being called a 'good girl' made Tiffany feel something of tingle in her pussy, that wasn't from the whip. Once Tiffany's body was red with lashes, Mistress Katherine snapped her fingers and held up the whip. Unseen in the darkness until they were under the spotlight and stage hand took the whip and gave her a several bundles of coarse rope matching the kind that Tiffany's breasts were bound in. Mindful of her anal hook Mistress Katherine tied Tiffany into an elaborate double crotch rope, each of her swollen labia trapped between coarse strands of rope, and a large heavy knot resting over her clit. She got her back on her knees and then Mistress Katherine set to work tying in additional ropes to the eyelet of the anal hook and the knot of the crotch rope pressing on Tiffany's poor swollen clit. She snapped her fingers and a stage hand brought her a leather collar with a bell on it. As she fixed it around Tiffany's neck she gave a small laugh and said in a mocking gaudy voice, "just imagine, if you had just had an orgasm like you were supposed to that'd be me on the ground, you free to do this," when the collar was secured Mistress Katherine reached between her own legs and began to masturbate, making exaggerated moans of pleasure in Tiffany's face. "It's so nice to be able to touch myself freely, and not have my cunt all swollen and tied up," she gave a little tug to the rope she tied into the knot and it dug into her clit and the anal hook pressed deeper into her anal canal, "in fact," she moaned again, "I think I'd like to come." Mistress Katherine masturbating herself to an orgasm in front of Tiffany, occasionally giving a tug to the rope in her hand that jostled her clit knot and anal hook. "My, that was nice." Mistress Katherine strolled away from Tiffany, as one spotlight followed her across she laid down rope across the stage and when she reached the other end the light revealed a chair waiting for her there. She sat in the chair and pulled the rope in her hand taught, there was thirty feet of it crossing the stage, and the other end was tied into Tiffany's crotch rope, even from the distance the slightest bit of tension sent shockwaves through her. Mistress Katherine gave two little tugs and Tiffany knew she was meant to crawl across the stage, which she did, with her hands secured behind her back and claves tied to her thighs she could only use her knees. With each awkward waddle of a step the little bell on her collar jingled, when she was halfway she tried to stop for a moment but a hard pull on Mistress Katherine's rope compelled her to keep going until she found herself in front Mistress Katherine who was sitting with her legs wide open rubbing her own clit. "Oh good, you made it," she teased, she grabbed Tiffany's face by the straps of her harness gag and told her in a strong voice, "good girls get let out of crotch ropes, bad girls get alligator clamps put on their poor pitiful swollen cunt lips, do you understand?" Tiffany nodded her head with fervor. "Good girl," she patted her head, and a familiar twinge manifested itself between her legs, Mistress Katherine knew just what she was doing. Tiffany didn't know why but that phrase seemed to set her off. Mistress Katherine reached behind her head and undid the harness gag, pulling it forward and removing the ball portion from her mouth. She let her work her jaw a few times before pulling Tiffany into her crotch and forcing her mouth down in her awaiting pussy. Tiffany had only ever gone down on a girl once before in college, and wasn't sure what to do as she just let her mouth rest on the other woman's labia. Mistress Katherine wasn't happy with this and brought her foot between Tiffany's legs, giving the knot in her crotch rope a little kick with the toe of her boots. This made Tiffany get to work, she hungrily ate out Mistress Katherine who came to another orgasm as she wrapped her hand around Tiffany's head and pushed her face against her crotch. "Now my ass," Mistress Katherine said, scooted herself down on the chair and opening her legs wider. Tiffany tongued her asshole as well as Mistress Katherine worked her own clit once more and brought herself to a third orgasm before put her foot between Tiffany's breasts and gave her a little kick back. She got out the chair, regained her composure and knelt in front of Tiffany, "What a good girl you are, maybe I should even let you come." For the first time what felt like forever Tiffany didn't have a gag in her mouth, all she could muster was a pleading, "Yes Mistress Katherine, thank you, please let me come." "Oh," Mistress Katherine said pleased, "I see you've learned some manners," she snapped her fingers and a stage hand was there putting a set of heavy gauge scissors in her hand. She cut away the crotch rope and removed the anal hook from Tiffany's ass, who verbally thanked her in a similar manner as before. Mistress Katherine cut away the ropes on her legs and then set to work on her arms and torso. When she was completely free Mistress Katherine instructed her, "hands and knees," Tiffany complied completely getting on her hands and knees for her Mistress. Mistress Katherine came to her side, like she was prepared to milk a cow. She reached between Tiffany's legs and gently massaged her newly freed pussy, making the girl purr. "What an obedient little pet you've become, I'm so proud of you." On the word 'proud' she paid Tiffany's clit a little extra attention. "You know, I have half a mind to get you back on that saw horse and finished what I had started there." "Yes Mistress, please, anything you desire if it will make me come," Tiffany begged, all dignity gone, she was of a one-track mind and desperate for release. "Or maybe," she took her hand away, "I'll slather your pussy in numbing cream and watch you struggle hopelessly for an orgasm for the next week, because you won't be able to feel a thing," she returned her hand and masturbated the poor girl, "down here." Tiffany whined at that like a dog who had their bone taken away. Mistress Katherine laughed at her plight, "No, no, I knew just what I was going to do with you as soon as I saw what a mess you made of that poor doctor." Another snap of the fingers and a stage hand was there, Tiffany realized Mistress Katherine had to have had this whole thing orchestrated from the moment she lost the pageant. The stage hand left a bag for Mistress Katherine as well as a bucket, picked up all of the discarded rope and disappeared behind the curtain. Out of her sight, Mistress Katherine was affixing something to Tiffany's back side, when she was finished Tiffany looked back and saw that she had put her in a diaper. Mistress Katherine stood a few feet in front of Tiffany, she had a pacifier in her hand and was goading Tiffany to come to her. Tiffany was all too aware of her diaper covered ass as she crawled like a baby across the stage to get her pacifier. When she got to the pacifier Tiffany went to take it in her mouth only to have it pulled away by Mistress Katherine who first ran it through her slit a few times before using its soft rubber to stimulate her own clit, moaning herself near another orgasm while Tiffany was aching before her. Mistress Katherine sat back in the chair using the soft rubber tip of the pacifier on her clit to make it covered in her juices before putting it in Tiffany's mouth, who gladly accepted it. "Baby wants to come doesn't she?" Tiffany moaned in agreement, nodding with a pacifier in her mouth she knew she must have looked ridiculous, lost in the scene she had all but forgotten about the audience or the cameras. Mistress Katherine guided Tiffany to lay on her back on the ground, she took the pacifier out of her mouth before straddling her face facing towards her crotch insisting this was her knew pacifier. In keeping with the infantilism, she made a cute airplane sound and rotated her hips slightly as she lowered herself on Tiffany's awaiting face, her pussy covering her mouth and ass cheeks resting on her forehead, Tiffany was completely smothered. "When I come, you come," is all Mistress Katherine said as Tiffany set to work with her tongue. She worked it into her pussy and ass knowing this was her path to salvation. Mistress Katherine knowing she herself was close, snuck her hand into Tiffany's diaper, finding her clit and massaging it gently, and then more roughly. She decided it was time, Mistress Katherine made aggressive circles with her hand around Tiffany's whole swollen pussy and in seconds she felt the girl screaming into her pussy which was enveloping Tiffany's mouth. Between the hour of edging and the pussy pump Tiffany had the most intense orgasm of her life. If she hadn't been wearing a diaper the first row of the audience would've become the splash zone. Mistress Katherine enjoyed her own orgasm from the face sitting and stood up to see Tiffany gasped for breath from both her own orgasm and being queened by her new mistress. Mistress Katherine took off her diaper and brought it to the bucket, ringing it out, the squirt it contained poured into the bucket. The scene was over, as the house lights came up, the audience gave a standing ovation. Bouquets of roses were thrown on the stage and Mistress Katherine took a bow. Tiffany began to lose consciousness, the last sight she saw was Mistress Katherine strolling off the stage and several stage hands rushing toward her. There was a medical team on staff for the event who tended to Tiffany who was merely exhausted and slightly dehydrated. One stage hand joked it was because she was a squirter, another one punched him playfully in the arm, but they all had a good laugh. When she was stabilized they helped her gather her things and someone took her home. She locked the door behind her, tossed her things on the ground, and immediately went to the bathroom and turned on the shower. When she undressed she looked at herself, nude, in the mirror. Her vaginal lips were still swollen, but the minor marks from the ropes and whips were already fading away. She got in the shower and immediately sat down and cried as the water fell over her. Pageant Queening She didn't know it, but she was experiencing a phenomenon known as 'sub drop' and Mistress Katherine still angry about losing the pageant hadn't provided her with anything in the way of aftercare. Tiffany wept for a good fifteen minutes before strangely she started to laugh a bit, she cried and laughed and then laughed and cried. She wasn't sure what she was feeling anymore, she had won the pageant, so there was that, but she was also physically tormented and sexually humiliated in front of a whole audience. And then it occurred to her that the whole thing had been filmed. She got out of the shower and didn't even dry off, just scurried through her apartment naked to her bedroom, grabbed her laptop and sat on the bed. She searched for 'miss blonde submissive' and the first result was a link to either stream or download the complete video of what had just happened. She began the download, as it was only available in high definition the file was large and took a long time to download. She noticed the next result was last year's competition, and couldn't stop herself from watching the streaming video. She jumped ahead past the whole competition to the supposed award ceremony, and watched as Mistress Katherine put last year's winner through her paces. Though in her opinion, Tiffany felt that girl got off easy compared to what happened to her. Before she could think about that too much the file had finished and she pulled it up to watch. Tiffany jumped around the video avoiding the other contestants at the beginning, she watched herself flounder on the question and answer, she watched herself tie knots for what she now knew were bondage enthusiasts, and then she watch herself being tied to the exam chair and molested. From there she let the video run to completion. She watched, now from all the angles the camera had captured as Mistress Katherine, then posing as Kitty, played with her body while she was helplessly strapped to the sawhorse. The chains put on her nipples and labia, the plug put in her ass, all while the officials weren't watching. She was almost impressed by the way Kitty had fingered her g-spot right in front of them and not get caught. Tiffany watched as she allowed herself to be strapped to the x-frame, her pride not allowing her to simply walk away. She watched her pussy be pumped, and then have her body made the plaything to Mistress Katherine, all the way to the end when she was put in a diaper and subjected to face sitting. By her count Mistress Katherine had five or six orgasms between the one's she gave herself and the ones from Tiffany's mouth, all while she begged for just one. By the time the video concluded Tiffany hadn't noticed her hand had wandered between her legs and she was masturbating casually. She couldn't fight it, her lips and clit were still swollen and sensitive from the pump. She went back and watched herself being used on the saw horse and made herself come, then she watched herself be put in a crotch rope and made herself come, then she watched herself get diapered and made herself come, and finally she looped the file to hear Mistress Katherine call her a 'good girl' over and over again and masturbated until her pussy was numb. She had to take another shower, no tears this time, she actually found herself holding the massaging showerhead over her pussy, to no avail, as she couldn't come again and had to give up. She put on a robe, got something to eat, and sat in her bed once more. She did an internet search for 'Mistress Katherine' and a lot of porn videos came up, she watched a few hoping to find her, but didn't, she did bookmark a few videos for later 'use' though. She tried searching 'professional Mistress Katherine' and that yielded a few sites that were women who were professional mistresses, but none of them were the women she submitted to tonight. She tried adding her postal code, but the no results showed up. Tiffany reasoned that she probably had used a fake name because as a professional mistress it would be bad for business to have her clients see her used and humiliated like she was planning on being if she had won the pageant. Tiffany took a moment to imagine what it would have been like if 'Kitty' had won, and she was given free range to dominate her. She enjoyed that thought for a good few moment and her hand had drifted to her clit once more. But then two thoughts crossed in her mind, first that even Mistress Katherine was using a fake name within the BDSM community and also, all those times the host made a big deal about how Tiffany was using her real name. She hadn't realized when she signed up for the competition what it entailed. She sat there for moment knowing what she had to do, but too afraid to do it. She rested her hands on the edge of the laptop and put her fingers on the home keys, she typed her own name into the search bar and hit enter. The first site to come up was the competition link itself with full access to the streaming video or file download. From thereafter it was clips of the show on pornographic websites uploaded by random people. "Well," Tiffany sat forward and put her face in her hands, "fuck." Pageant Slut Ch. 01 I was sitting in my room one evening checking my email when I saw that I had a message from my niece, Ashley. I was really surprised to be hearing from her, because I knew she didn't like me very much. Ashley was my younger sister's only daughter, and she had always been a spoiled brat. From the moment she was born, my sister was hiring professional photographers to take her picture, and flooding the family with photo after photo of her kid. And while there was no denying that she was a cute kid, with her little turned-up nose, big blue eyes and dark red hair, it got old after awhile. As soon as she could walk, my sister had her in beauty pageants and she began winning prizes and titles. She grew up to be a stunner, there was no doubt about that. Many times at family functions, I would have to remind myself not to stare at her — she was my niece after all, and besides that, she was under aged! But I still went to all her silly little pageants and competitions out of support . . . until recently, that is. I remembered with some anger what had happened several months ago, at a party my sister threw her to congratulate her for winning her latest pageant. Now that she's eighteen, in her last year of high school and getting ready for college, this win is big deal for her, because it came with a scholarship that would pay most of her college tuition. While at the party, I overheard Ashley telling her mother, "I don't want Uncle Gary invited to any more of my events! He's a slime ball, and a total creep. I hate the way he's always ogling me in front of everyone." They had no idea I had come into the room, and when my sister's eyes widened, Ashley turned around and saw me, and her face went totally red. She stammered something unintelligible and rushed out of the room. My sister apologized to me, but added that since it upset Ashley, maybe I should "take some time off" from coming to family functions. I was totally humiliated by the whole thing. My sister had a big mouth and I knew she'd tell the entire family what Ashley had said. Sure enough, my brothers and their wives started treating me differently. I used to take their kids to the park and the zoo on weekends, since I was the bachelor uncle, and liked spending time with kids. But now every time I call to suggest something, they make excuses about already having plans. I knew what the truth was. Between Ashley and her mother spreading stories, everybody thinks I'm a total pervert! I remembered all of this as I looked at Ashley's name in my inbox, and all the anger came back. I mean sure, she was a hot piece of ass, but the way she talked, anyone would think I propositioned her. And why, if she thought I was such a slimy creep, had she sent me an email with the subject line "Hey Hot Stuffff!"? My question was answered a few seconds later when I opened the email and read it. Hey Tyler! I had a great time last Saturday. Here are some of the pictures we took. I think they turned out great! Can't wait to see you again this weekend, big guy! We'll have the whole place to ourselves!" The message was signed with a bunch of x's and o's along with Ashley's name. I realized immediately that the email was a mistake. She obviously thought she'd sent it to her boyfriend, Tyler. Tyler's father was the minister of the church she and her mother went to, and they'd been dating for over a year. Her mother was always bragging about how unlike most girls her age these days, Ashley was still pure, and had taken a chastity vow with her boyfriend to wait until marriage before having sex. Ashley had even written an essay for the local paper about saving her virginity, and won a prize along with more scholarship money. She and Tyler had their photos taken and everything. So it was with great interest that I opened the pictures she'd attached to the email. As they loaded onto my screen, my jaw went down and my dick went straight up! Ashley and Tyler were having wild sex and the camera had caught it all! There was one of her on her knees while Tyler went at her from behind, doggy style. The look of bliss on her face was unquestionable. In another, she was in profile with Tyler's entire cock and one of his balls in her mouth! The picture quality was so good, I could even see the bulge the head of his dick made in her throat. She had one hand on his ass, slipping a few fingers into his anus, and four fingers of her other hand were buried in her cunt. I could even see the juices from her cunt dripping down her parted legs. And what was more, I saw that my virginal little niece had a shaved pussy! I couldn't help but open my fly and reach into my pants as I continued scrolling through the racy pictures. God, this was like Christmas morning! In the next image, Tyler was lying on his back while Ashley rode him. Even though the image was still, I could almost see her full tits bouncing as she impaled herself on his cock. God, I always thought her tits must be amazing, from what I'd seen through her clothes, and I was right! They were round and luscious and perky, and looked to be a C cup. She was leaning back with her legs parted, and there was a clear view of his shaft disappearing inside her. All that could be seen of Tyler was his chin. I began stroking my ever-hardening dick with increased frenzy as I moved to the next photo. In it, Ashley had her head thrown back and her mouth wide open as Tyler ate her out. His face was buried in her cunt, but hers was once again crystal clear. She had both her hands on her big tits, fondling them and squeezing her nipples, looking like she was having the time of her young life! I groaned and felt my balls begin to tighten, but I forced myself to hold back while I clicked on the final shot, enlarging it. This one was the doozy. Tyler was once again on his feet while Ashley stayed on her knees, and a bright white jet of cum was shooting from the tip of his dick. The kid obviously had a big load, because a lot of it had already landed on my niece's face. She had a trail going from her left eye to her mouth, and the tip of her pink tongue was out, lapping up the jism that had landed on her lips. My God, what a little whore she was! Letting some guy shoot his load all over her face, and licking it up like it was ice cream! Unable to control myself, I released my own load of hot cream all over my hands and thighs. Seeing my hot little niece carry on like a top-ranked porn star was more than I ever expected, and I felt more aroused than I ever had in my life. I sat back, panting, once my load had emptied. I happened to glance at the photos on my screen, like little ducks all in a row — and to my complete shock, my dick got hard AGAIN! I mean let's face it — I'm in my 40s, and when a man gets my age, the time between hard-ons gets longer and longer. So seeing that my niece could have that kind of effect on me made my mind whirl. This was just a first taste. I HAD to see more. In a few minutes time, I had made my plans. But before I did anything else, I turned the pictures into a slide show, put it on repeat, and put my hands back on my dick. I had some serious stroking ahead of me! I knew my sister was headed out of town that weekend for a conference. She divorced Ashley's dad years ago and he lives out of state, so I also knew Ashley would be home alone. From her email, I knew the little hypocrite had plans to spend that weekend fucking Tyler's brains out, but her plans were about to change. I called Ashley's cell phone on Friday afternoon, the day after I got the pictures. She didn't answer, so I figured she was ignoring my calls. But I just smiled, knowing this would be the very last time she pulled that stunt. When her voicemail came on, I left her a short, cryptic message. "Ashley, hi. This is your Uncle Gary. I'm calling about the email you sent me, and the pictures that were attached of you and Tyler. I want you to call me back as soon as you get this message. Good bye." Eleven minutes later, my phone rang. I picked it up with a smooth, "Hello?" For a moment there was just breathing on the other end of the phone, and finally Ashley's voice came on the line. It was obvious that she'd been crying. "Uncle Gary?" she said hesitantly. "I just got your uh . . . your message. You said something about pictures?" I grinned. It was obvious that Ashley thought she could smooth talk her way out of this one. She was about to find out how very wrong she was. This little slut was about to get taught the lesson of her life! "That's right Ashley. Now I want you to listen to me, and do exactly as I say. Are you at home?" "No, not yet. Listen, Uncle Gary, I —" "Shut up, you little slut, and listen to me." There was a shocked silence on the other end, and then I heard tears. By calling her a slut, I confirmed her worst fears of exactly what pictures I was talking about. "Stop that crying, tramp," I said with pleasure. It felt good to call her some pretty accurate names after putting up with the gossip she and her mother had spread about me. She hiccupped into silence, and I waited before speaking again, knowing I was extending her agony, and loving every minute of it. "Do you have plans with Tyler tonight?" "Y-yes," she stammered. "I want you to call him and cancel. Make any excuse you want, but make sure he doesn't come anywhere near your house tonight. And then I want you to get your pert little ass home as quickly as you can. I want you to put on that cheerleading uniform of yours, but don't wear any panties or a bra beneath it. Then I want you to sit on your living room couch and wait for me. Do you understand?" There was a long, long silence. God, I would've given my left nut to see her face at that moment! But I'd be needing both nuts for the weekend I had planned. "Do you hear me?" I repeated. "Tell me you understand!" "I — I understand," she whimpered finally. "Good. And you'd better not look all red and puffy-eyed when I see you. Clean yourself up and put on some of that beauty pageant make-up. I want you to curl you hair too, the way it was when you won the Miss. Lawndale competition. And Ashley, you and I both know what pictures I have of you. If you disobey any of my instructions or tell anyone what I've said, you will seriously regret it. I'll see you in about an hour." I hung the phone up and quickly got all the supplies together that I would need. I had most of them around my house already, but I had also gone shopping for the occasion. After all, it's not every weekend you get to spend blackmailing your gorgeous niece! I packed everything into a sports bag and then added the finishing touch: all five of the pictures, printed in glossy 8x10s and framed. I packed them carefully into a separate bag, then headed for my sister's place. When I got there, I used the key I knew they kept hidden in a fake rock along the walk to their front door, and let myself into the house. A grin spread over my face as I saw a beautiful sight: my niece with her dark red hair curled and tumbling over her shoulders, her blue eyes wide with fear, sitting there on the couch in her little cheerleading outfit. Since she wasn't wearing a bra, her big, juicy tits were practically hanging out of the halter top, and the skirt (which was so short her mother once threatened to make her quit cheerleading) was riding up her thighs. Without her special cheerleading panties on, I could see the barest shadow of her shaved pussy beneath the pleated folds of the skirt. Soon, I would be seeing a whole lot more. "Hello there Ashley," I said smoothly. She just looked at me, unable to speak. I smiled even wider, and locked the front door behind me. I carried my duffle bag into the living room and set it down on the floor at one end of the couch, then sat on the couch beside my niece. "What, no kiss hello for your favorite uncle?" I asked wickedly. Ashley looked as if she wanted to throw up, but she leaned over and kissed me, lighting-quick, on my cheek. I was amused. I knew I was attractive for my age. I had a well-muscled physique that I kept in shape from running and lifting weights, and all the thick, wavy brown hair on my head was my own. I had plenty of hair in other places too, much more than Ashley would be used to — not to mention another surprise she wouldn't be used to either, judging from what I saw of Tyler. But she had all weekend, so I wasn't worried in the least. "So, Ashley — I can't tell you what a nice surprise it was to get your pictures in the mail the other day. Do you know what pictures I'm talking about?" Ashley looked down at her lap and nodded. Her hair fell forward, covering her eyes, but I could see tears start to fall into her lap. "What was on those pictures?" I asked gently. "It was a mistake!" she cried, speaking for the first time. She turned wild, frightened blue eyes to me. "I swear, Uncle Gary, it was the worst mistake of my life. I know you want to humiliate me, but please —" "Answer my question," I said harshly, cutting her off. I wasn't interested in bargaining. She was going to pay for making me into the black sheep of my family, and nothing she said would change what I had in store for her. Ashley emitted a huge sob, but finally mumbled, "It was me . . . with Tyler." "Doing what?" I prodded. "Having . . . having sex." "That's right. Now I want you to describe the first picture to me, in detail." Suddenly, Ashley jumped to her feet. "No! I don't have to — to take this from you, Uncle Gary! I want you to leave me alone, you — you pervert!" I stopped smiling immediately. "I would be very careful if I were you, Ashley. VERY careful. Perhaps you've forgotten the details. Would you like to see the pictures again, to jog your memory?" She looked at me in shock. "You brought them?" "Yes, of course I did. I love these pictures of you so much Ashley, I can barely stand to go ANYWHERE without them. Why just the other day, I was in the grocery store and one of them fell out of my pocket —" This brought on a fresh wave of tears, and I couldn't help but laugh. "I'm just kidding, Ashley. But the point I am trying to make is that I have these pictures, not only on my hard drive and several different discs, but in print as well. And from now on, unless you do exactly what I tell you, those pictures will be everywhere you turn. You are quite well known in this town, aren't you? I think there'd be a LOT of interest if those were to surface." She gasped, and stepped away from me, but I got to my feet, opened the bag, and set each glossy, framed photo in a line on the table. Ashley's face went red, and then white, and then a pasty shade of green. "I have a very high -quality printer," I said with a smile. "Remember how you and your mother used to take advantage of that fact and have me print all your invitations and announcements and publicity photos, without ever offering to reimburse me a dime? Payback's a bitch, honey." "You wouldn't dare . . . you couldn't . . ." "I would. I could. First, the newspaper office would get a set of them. I think they'd be interested in knowing what everyone's favorite virgin is up to in her spare time. I think you can kiss that scholarship money from them goodbye once they see what a lying hypocrite you are. Then I think the pageant committees from all your little competitions will get copies. Especially this latest one, that's paying your tuition for you. You're supposed to make charity appearances in your crown for that one, aren't you? Do you think they'll let their crown be worn in public by a little tramp who likes to lick cum off of her face? And let's not forget Tyler's parents, and your mother, who all think you're such an angel . . . you know, the nicest part about these pictures is how you can't see Tyler's face in any of them. It's just the back of his head in one picture, his chin in another, and in the rest he's only shown from the waist down. Why, you could be screwing anyone in these photographs — maybe five different men, for all anyone knows. Your reputation won't stand a chance." By the time I finished that speech, Ashley was collapsed on the floor in tears. "Please Uncle Gary, don't. I'm begging you! I can't go to college without those scholarships. Mom spent so much money over the years putting me into pageants that we don't have ANY savings! And I've never had a job because I was too busy with pageants." "What about all your pageant prize money?" I said coldly. "You can always use that." "Mom used it all to help us pay for this house!" she wailed. "My dad never sends us any support money, but Mom is terrified people will find out that we're poor! She uses my prize money to buy furniture and fancy clothes." "Then you don't have much of a choice, do you?" I asked softly. Ashley shook her head. "And you'll do everything I say, won't you?" After a slight pause, Ashley nodded. "Then get up, and come stand in front of me." She got to her feet, wiping her tears away at last. There was a look in her face that was determined, if nervous. She knew what position she was in, but she was willing to face up to it. I respected that, but she still had to be taught a lesson. As soon as she was in front of me, I slapped her across the face. She stumbled backwards, stunned, but didn't fall. "That's for calling me a pervert. Don't you dare call me any name ever again, except Uncle Gary—for now. Later on, you'll have some new names to call me by, but we'll get to that later." She looked disgusted, but stood her ground, trembling. "Now, go close all the curtains in this room. I don't want anyone peeking in here while we're busy." She sighed, but did what I asked. As she went around closing the curtains, she had to stand on her tip-toes and stretch up to reach the strings, since their windows were so high. She was right, this was a ritzy house in a posh neighborhood. My sister must be breaking the bank to make the payments. But she had always told us that Ashley's father's child support payments made it all possible. Now I knew she was lying to cover her pride. Then all thoughts of their financial situation went right out of my head as I realized that Ashley's skirt went up when she reached to pull the curtains shut, revealing an inch or two of rounded butt-cheek to my widening eyes. I could feel my little guy start to stir, but I forced him down again, unwilling to start the party until I was good and ready. Finally, the room was darkened and Ashley was left standing across from me, biting her lower lip in a way that was so cute I wanted to kiss her. But not yet. "Come over here," I said in a soft voice. I wanted her to feel relaxed, and at ease. I hated the fact that she thought of me as a slime ball, because I had always thought of myself as a nice guy, and I genuinely wanted her to like me — but I also wanted her to pay for what she'd said and done. These conflicting desires fought it out in my body even as she got close enough to me for me to smell her shampoo. I sat her on the couch and turned her chin so that she was looking once again at the pictures. "Now, let's start where we left off. Tell me about what you're doing in the first picture." Ashley closed her eyes briefly, but began talking in a monotone. "I'm having sex with my boyfriend, Tyler." "What kind of sex?" "Doggy style sex." "Do you like getting fucked from behind?" Ashley swallowed before answering. It wouldn't be the last time she did that before the night ended, I thought gleefully. "Yes." "How else do you like to be fucked?" "Lots of ways." "Like from the top?" I pulled the third picture forward. "Tell me about this one." "Tyler and I are having sex with me on top." "You're riding him just like a pony, aren't you?" "Yes." "You like having his hard cock inside of you, don't you?" I asked with a leer on my face. Pageant Slut Ch. 01 "Yes, I love it." I smiled. Obviously Ashley was relaxing and opening up to our interview session. That she loved fucking was obvious, but to hear her admit it almost made my dick hard again. "Is his cock the only one you've ever had inside you?" This time there was a pause before she answered. "No." I raised my eyebrows and laughed. "No? Wow, you really are quite the slut, aren't you! Who else have you fucked, my sweet niece?" She hesitated again, then replied, "My pageant coach." I laughed again, and slapped my knees. "Really? I always thought he was gay. Who else?" "My math teacher. I was flunking, but he said if I let him fuck me, he'd give me an A-plus." Ashley still wasn't looking at me, but she sounded almost proud of herself. I thought the whole thing was hysterical. My little niece, always talking about the importance of waiting until marriage, was a regular whore! Who knows how many guys she's been with! "Does your mother know what a little slut you are, Ashley?" "No. She thinks I'm still a virgin. She's the one who made me enter that stupid newspaper contest." I laughed again. "Well, well, well. Still waters run deep, right Ashley?" I winked at her, and to my surprise, she actually smiled. "Now, tell me about this picture," I said, indicating the second one. "I'm sucking Tyler's cock." "You got it all the way back in your throat, didn't you?" "Yeah, I did." Once again, she sounded proud of herself. "Do you enjoy the feel of a man's cock in your mouth, Ashley?" "I love it, Uncle Gary." This time there was a hint of flirtatiousness in her voice. I raised my eyebrows. "Where else do you like a hard cock?" "Between my tits, in my pussy and up my ass." This time, I couldn't stop it. My cock shot straight to attention, and I thought I'd pass out! Ashley gave me a knowing smile, knowing just what effect those words had coming from her sweet young lips. "And what else are you doing in that picture, Ashley?" I finally managed to say. "I'm fingering myself, and I'm all wet, and my pussy juice is dripping down my legs like honey. I'm fingering my clit and masturbating my pussy while I suck down Tyler's hard cock." Tiny beads of sweat broke out on my forehead, and I reached for the fourth picture with shaking hands. "What about this one? Tyler returned the favor, didn't he?" "Yes, he did. In that picture, he's eating me out like there's no tomorrow. He's really, really good at that." "And what else are you doing in that picture, Ashley?" "I'm pinching my nipples, and playing with my big, round titties." I groaned, forcing myself not to think about the rise in my pants. "And the last picture? What's going on in that one?" I gasped. "Tyler's shooting his wad on my face, and I'm licking it up." "You like the taste of cum, Ashley?" "I love it, Uncle Gary!" "Well that's good, Ashley. That's very good. Because soon I'm going to let you taste mine." I watched Ashley's face carefully. She still looked apprehensive, but now there was no denying the light of anticipation deep within her blue eyes. I chuckled appreciatively. Whatever else she might be, there was no doubt that my niece was cock-hungry little thing. But I wanted the experience of fucking my slutty little niece senseless to last as long as possible — and I wanted to torment her a little too. Knowing how much she enjoyed the taste of a cock, I wanted her to start wanting the taste of mine, and make her beg for it, if I could. Slowly, I leaned forward to kiss her. She stiffened at first, then began to relax as my lips met hers. Gradually, I forced my tongue inside her mouth, and slowly let it explore that cock-hungry cavern. As she relaxed into kissing me, I let my hands move to her halter top, lifting it over her bulging breasts. I felt them spill into my hands and began playing with them as I had seen her do in the pictures, paying special attention to her nipples, which I squeezed and pinched just the way I knew she liked it. In spite of herself, she began to moan, and thrust her chest forward, pushing her tits into my hands. I squeezed those ripe melons hard, making her moan even louder. She began kissing me harder, and I let my hands drift down to her nether regions, to the darkened pubic shadows I had seen peeking from beneath her skirt. My fingers lifted the skirt's pleats back and found her pussy, which was already moist with anticipation. I caressed it at first, delighting in the feel of her smooth, shaved, tender skin. She moaned again, and then without warning, I shoved my entire fist into her cunt. Ashley's eyes shot open in pure shock and she pulled back from my lips, almost screaming. I grinned. "How does that feel, you little slut?" I asked as I rammed my fist mercilessly in and out of her slit. "You ever been fisted before?" "N-no!" Ashley yelled. Her face was red and her breath was coming out in ragged gasps. Her chest heaved, and I quickly brought my face down and engulfed her tits with my hot mouth. The sensations were too much for Ashley. She moaned and writhed and thrashed on the couch, then began having an orgasm that made her entire body quake. "Oh my God! Oh my God!" she called over and over again as she came all over the sofa cushions and my hand. Finally she lay there, spent, breathing heavily and gazing up at me as if she'd never seen me before in her life. I pulled my fist out of her pussy with a little pop, and brought my hand up to her mouth. "Now Ashley, you can lick every drop of your cum off my hands, since you like the taste of cum so much. That is only the first in a long line of orgasms you're going to have this weekend. And from now on, when you begin to climax, I want you to call out for me, not God. You will call out, "Yes, Master. Understand?" Her blue eyes widening, Ashley licked her lips and nodded. "Yes, Uncle Gary. I mean, yes Master." I smiled. "Good girl," I said, and stuck my cum-soaked fingers into her mouth. Ashley licked those fingers like a pro, clearly loving the taste of her own cum. Gradually, I worked my entire fist into her mouth, and was amazed when she swallowed the entire thing! She sucked it down almost into her throat, and I grinned again, realizing that the next step would be a lot of fun. When my hand was clean, I ordered Ashley to her knees. She kneeled in front of me and slowly undid my zipper. "Wait," I said. "First take your top all the way off." She obeyed, and her tits jiggled as they were completely liberated from the tight little top. "Now take off my pants," I ordered. She did it, and then took my underwear down without even being asked. As soon as my cock was released, she fell back on her ass in total shock. "Oh . . . my . . . God," she whispered. "Now, now Ashley — what did we discuss earlier?" "Oh my, Master! Your cock is . . . it's HUGE!" I smiled and reached out to stroke her hair and bring her closer to my cock. That was my little — or should I say HUGE secret. In all those years Ashley spent mocking me, she never realized that I was genetically blessed with a ten-inch cock. Already it was standing straight at attention, and it had cost me a lot of mental effort to keep from shooting my load earlier. I was saving the first load for Ashley — her throat, her face, and especially that talented little tongue of hers. "I think you know what to do now, don't you, Ashley?" Ashley nodded slightly, and cautiously took hold of my dick in both her manicured hands. She looked so frightened, until all of a sudden, a look came over her face — a look of purest determination. Suddenly, she looked like she was about to scale Mt. Everest . . . and she was ready for the challenge. She leaned forward with her pink tongue poking through her rosebud lips, and carefully touched the tip of my stiffening rod with it. As she let her tongue caress the circumcised head of my cock more and more, her hands slowly began to work their way up and down my shaft. Her hands were tiny enough that both fit comfortably on my thick shaft, with plenty of room to wiggle. I closed my eyes and started to relax into what I knew would be a champion blowjob as she brought the entire head of my penis into her mouth. Then suddenly she took her mouth off my dick all together. My eyes flew open and I was just about to smack some sense into her when I realized that she was working her mouth and before I could say anything, she spat a giant wad of saliva on shaft and used that as lubricant to make her hands grow faster. I raised my eyebrows, impressed in spite of myself. Ashley was even better at this than I could have imagined. But I didn't have to imagine it, not anymore. With no more instruction necessary from me, Ashley proceeded to suck my entire dick as far into her mouth and throat as she could. I felt myself bumping past her front teeth as she worked me deep into her throat, increasing the pressure on my cock and moving her tiny, talented hands from my shaft to my balls as I got deeper inside her. I still had two inches to go when I finally heard her gag, but my instinct to punish her kicked in. Mercilessly, I placed my hands on the back of her head, burying my fingers in the red silk of her hair. Before she could stiffen her neck or resist me at all, I shoved her face and my hips forward the same time, stuffing that last two inches in till my cock was buried to the hilt. I left it there and listened to her choke on it for a few seconds, then pulled it out, and swiftly began fucking her face. "Yeah . . . yeah, that's what a real man's dick tastes like. How do you like it, you little whore? Ooooh yeah . . . suck that fat cock, you fucking slut. Suck it!" "Ymmmmmmm, mmmmm," Ashley replied. Of course it was impossible to tell what she was saying, but it sounded like it was as close to "Yes, Master" as she could get with ten inches of cock blocking her vocal chords. I slammed into her, deep and hard, faster and faster, loving the fleshy sound of my balls slapping her chin as they swung forward with the motion of my rod, just barely audible over the sound of both of us moaning. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the brink of cumming, but as much as I wanted to spray my big load deep into her throat and all over her face, I knew I had to save myself for the next step. With great effort, I managed to pull myself away from her. It was harder than I thought, not just because I was enjoying the hummer of my life, but because Ashley didn't seem to want to let go of my cock! Her cock-hungry nature was already taking over, and she was lost in the moment, moaning and fingering her clit as she kept stroking me and sucking me in. "Okay Ashley, it's time for something different. Stop right now, before I blow my wad too soon." "But Master, I wanna taste your cum," she whined once she'd unwillingly popped my dick out of her mouth. I grinned. "Wow, you really are a cum-loving slut, aren't you? Don't worry, you will . . . very soon. But first, I think someone's cunt needs attention." Her face lit up like a Christmas tree. "Oh yes, Master, please, I need you to fuck my cunt." I smiled even wider. "Then turn around, and bend over the couch. Stay on your knees and hike that little skirt up over that firm ass of yours." She shot me a nasty, eager look and did as I ordered, spinning so fast on the carpet that she must have given herself a rug burn. She couldn't wait to feel my cock invade that pussy of hers, that was for sure! Little did she know that something totally unexpected was coming instead . . . As soon as her back was to me, I stepped forward, with my slick cock in one hand. I guided the swollen purple head towards the lips of her snatch and teased her by running it along the outside, until she started to whimper, moan, and finally beg for me to put it in her. "Oh please, Master, please fuck me," she begged. "I can't stand it, please fuck my pussy with your hard cock." I spread her ass cheeks with my fingers and continued to tease her snatch, without responding. Slowly, I slipped my middle finger into her puckered little asshole, eliciting a gasp from her at the unexpected intrusion. "Has anyone ever fucked you here before?" I asked her in a low voice as I probed deeper and deeper with my finger. "N — No, master, no one ever has. Please don't . . . it'll hurt too much." That was all I needed to hear. Ashley's punishment was about to be complete. Quickly I guided my cock away from her pussy and plunged it directly into her ass. She screamed aloud and started crying. I knew it must have hurt to have such a big cock suddenly take her virgin asshole, but she'd gotten it so wet from that champion blowjob that I was already plenty lubricated, so I knew that it was the shock of it more than the pain. Still, I wanted it to hurt. I wanted to punish her for making me the outcast of my family. "You're gonna take my cock up your ass and love it, you understand me, you little Pageant whore?" "Yes Master," she sobbed. "Oh God, please — " I slapped her ass with the flat of my hand, hard, as I began to drill in and out of her tight brown canal. "What did I tell you about the G-word?" I demanded huskily, loving the sensation of her virgin walls closing in on my cock. I smacked that ass again and moaned loudly. "Oh yeah! This is what you get, you little cock queen. This is what you get for telling your mom you thought I was a pervert. What do you think now?" "I think . . . I think I love it!" I could feel Ashley begin to move her body, and back her ass into me. I smiled and shut my eyes. "I knew you'd love this. Whose cock is fucking your ass right now?" "Uncle Gary's! Oh, my master's cock is deep inside me. Fuck me! Fuck me hard," she moaned. "And whose cum slut are you, from now on?" "Yours! Oh master, yours!" She turned to look at me, her blue eyes misted over with tears of pain and lust. "Please don't stop fucking me," she begged. "I'm going to shoot my wad up your tight little ass," I promised her, and she moaned even louder. Finally I couldn't take it any longer. I felt it building from deep inside me, the biggest orgasm of my life, that could only have come from fucking my hot little Pageant Queen niece within an inch of hers. Our moans matched in pitch as she began to cum too, and soon I was boiling over, filling her asshole with my white hot load. There was so much of it, I had to pull out, and continued to shoot my load all over her ass cheeks. She spun around on the floor again without asking and took my deflating cock into her mouth, so she could get the last of my load into her throat. Finally there was no more left, and I was about to pull out of her mouth when an outraged voice broke the silence. "Just what the hell is going on here?" We both turned towards the door, where my sister, Ashley's mother, was standing with her arms folded, taking in the scene. Ashley with my cum leaking out of her asshole and her mouth. Me with my cock deep inside her daughter's mouth. There was no getting out of this one. We were caught, fair and square. To be continued . . . Pages from a Forgotten Diary My mother was a strikingly beautiful woman from the fertile land of India's Punjab. I remember growing up watching as she slowly adjusted to a Western lifestyle, being a new immigrant to these shores. I dimly remember how her dress slowly changed as she started to accommodate herself to the freedom that women had in this land, the freedom to actually be a sexual being and the confidence to display herself. I remember how scandalized that her father was as she clothed herself with less and less material. I still remember how, when grandfather first visited us from India, when I was about 11. We went to the beach on Lake Ontario and mother had changed into a skimpy, for those times, bathing suit that revealed her cleavage and the shape of her body. Grandfather was so angry at seeing his daughter, naked, as he said himself, that he put a towel around her to cover up my mother. He really berated her but she stood her ground. When he walked away in anger, mother just unwrapped the towel and lay down on the beach. As I remember that night, my first time, the night before I was to leave for my education at university, I shiver with something close to ecstasy, as I close my eyes and put myself back in that moment of time. I stayed there, I couldn't tear myself away from the passion that was charging the air, making me hard again as I watched my father enjoy the body of the woman who had given birth to me. Maybe it's in my blood too, hardwired in my genes. I used to think that it was just perverted Indian sexuality but not anymore. Now I accept that sometimes boys like me might be lucky enough to have a mother that doesn't have taboo hang-ups over their sons. As I watched my mother and father fucking, that's what it really was I suppose, in hindsight. It wasn't making love because they were both being rough and tough as they rutted. My dad pulled my mother up by her waist and she just moaned when he pushed into her birth canal, where I came out of as a newborn. He was fucking her from behind and I just loved the way her heavy breasts slapped back and forth under her. The wet sounds of flesh on flesh were the sweetest music to my ears then as I watched and listened. Unbelievably then, making me deliciously glad that I was still there, my father said to me, and I can never forget his words. "Don't be useless boy! Go stand in front of your mother!" I stammered something out, not understanding what he was saying to do. I didn't know what I was supposed to do but then my father asked me if I was deaf or stupid and that made me jump up and in a couple of leaps I was standing right in front of my mother whose long black hair was hanging down on the ground. She didn't seem to know that I was there. Then my father leaned forward and wrapped her hair in one hand and pulled my mother's head up, making her see me standing in front of her face. I can still hear his voice as he barked her name as he said to her, "Rupa! Take him!" What a moment! My mother grabbed my swollen and leaking cock and just put it in her mouth while my father continued to pound her from behind. Every time he pushed hard into her, she rocked forward on her knees and my manhood disappeared right to my balls all the way down her throat. Ahhh, I was on cloud nine as my mother looked straight into my eyes, watching me as I trembled with ecstasy. But then my thrill was shattered when my father pulled me out of my mother's mouth and barked at me that that was enough. I hadn't even realized that he wasn't fucking my mother any more and for the first time I felt an awful fear that I had done wrong. I almost started to cry but my father shoved me back and I can still hear the words he said, forever burnt into my memories. "Boy, I don't know how this happened or why, but you're never going to have another chance like this. Get behind your mother and get inside her. That's where you came out of when you were born. Go and see what it feels like. Finish yourself off inside your mother." That moment in my life when my manhood just slipped slowly inside the vagina of the woman who had borne me was the most exquisitely delightful instant that I have ever experienced! My mother's groan of satisfaction was so real and genuine that I knew, regardless of what others might say, that I was in the right place at the right time and that my mother had welcomed me inside her. Because I had already ejaculated once, it was easier for me to hold myself in and just enjoy the beauty in our act of copulation. My father watched us and I could see that his eyes were glazed with lust and his manhood was hard and stronger than before. His voice was hoarse then when he said something strange to me. I wasn't sure what he meant as he said to me, "Boy, push your finger in your mother's ass. That's what she likes. It makes it better for your mother like that." I can't describe how sensuously my mother slowly opened her shithole as I pushed my middle finger inside. When my finger was all the way inside, my mother gave a hard grunt of pure animal contentment. She squeezed my finger, almost milking it while her vagina did the same with my cock. To me, it was the most decadently pleasurable moment of bliss in the world! I could feel my swollen cock right through the wall of her rectum making me even more excited! When I looked up I saw my father in my mother's mouth and it truly made me feel that this moment we were sharing as a family was truly priceless! It wasn't long then when I erupted inside my mother's birth canal, the place where I had started my journey in life. So much semen gushed out of me and I heard myself wailing with sheer joy, along with my father who was also in the throes of his own pleasure, and my mother who just kept howling as her own orgasm came. I felt the flesh of my mother's vagina as it rhythmically sucked my cock as it gripped me like a vise. The pleasure was like pure molten lava!