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Pris

By: LanceV



First off, it's not as bad as it sounds, really. I'm her step-father, and not her real dad. But in the end it's just an excuse. I mean, I raised her through her teen years and saw her off to college, so I guess, unless she really thought her deadbeat dad was a father to her, I was it.

OK, yes, I had desires that I tried with all my might to suppress. She was just beautiful and sexy. I saw it right after she got her braces off when she was fourteen. That smile. That killer smile. That and her round tush and playful, sexy walk, and even her voice. I'm working myself up now, I know, but I just have to tell you how it was.

Actually, I was jealous and very protective of her. I'd give any boy that walked through that front door the third-degree. No one dared lay a hand on her because they knew they would have to answer to me.

Me? Well, I'm 45 and in damn good shape. Seriously. I'm a bike-rider and swim a mile a day. Yes, I'm a fitness junkie. It's what I do. Yes, it is. I own the local athletic club, well, my wife, Jenny and I do. I met her there, as a matter of fact. I was just starting out after the divorce. She was from the old rolls, and I was trying to learn the membership after I took over. I had no problem remembering her, that's for sure.

I knew she had a kid. She sometimes came in with her in the afternoon with her book bag. She'd sit in the lounge doing homework while mom did her thing. I'd offer her snacks, and I'd laugh when she'd turn her nose up at the fruit and juice. I knew she wanted junk but not on my watch.

It was a couple of years before I finally got bold enough to ask her out. The mother, not the kid. Less than a year later we were married, and Pris became my daughter, too.

So that almost brings us up to date.

Pris graduated high school with honors and had been accepted at the state school, which coincidentally was one of the top-five party schools in the nation. I know; I'm an alum. Yes, I was perturbed. Here was my innocent (I kept telling myself) child going off into debauchery at the hands of god-knows-who. Well, I would soon find out who it was.

I remember unloading the truck and trying to help organize her dorm room. She would have none of it. In fact, she asked me to leave in no uncertain terms.

Well, there's a reason for that. I later learned that her roommate had developed something of an immediate crush on me and kept telling Pris that she thought I was "super hot" as I was hauling up furniture.

Pris just went off the deep end and shut her down immediately. Then she just basically told me to leave. Her mother stayed behind, but I went cool my heels walking around the quadrangle on campus. Jenny told me later a little about what happened but didn't say much more.

Parent's Day, about a month-and-a-half later was the next time we saw her. She didn't want us to meet her at dorm but in the cafeteria. It was obvious she was keeping me away from her roommate, Sarah. It didn't work, though, because Sarah and a few friends intercepted us before we got to the cafeteria. We had a grand time chatting together, but the conversation took a turn that made me constantly look at my wife for signs of discomfort. Sarah was regaling us with her "extracurricular" activities and status with the male population on campus. And then she said something about always having an open date for somebody special and added a wink in my direction. That was my cue to excuse ourselves and head to the cafeteria.

Pris almost blew a gasket when Jenny told her that we met Sarah and some friends outside. I wanted to laugh but knew better than to make light of Pris' concerns. That episode cast a pall over the next few hours of the visit. We went out to eat, said goodnight and went to our hotel room.

Jenny remarked about Pris' reaction to our encounter with Sarah. She said she seemed very jealous. I didn't even treat it remotely serious. I cast it off as a young girl trying her flirting skills at an older guy.

The next day was full of activities for the students and their parents so we never came in contact with Sarah or her friends again, much to my, and I'm sure Pris' relief.

When Pris finished her first semester I know she was glad to be home, and I was glad to have her home. Our empty nest was now full once again, but it didn't take long before the subject of Sarah was raised, and I cannot honestly tell you who broached it first. Despite all of my arguments to the contrary Pris was convinced that Sarah had her sights on me with no good intent in mind.

OK, it was stupid on my part, but that's because I was uneducated in such terms. I told Pris that I didn't think that Sarah cared for me that much. In fact, when we were leaving the crowd in front of the cafeteria I distinctly heard Sarah tell her friends I was a dillweed, and they all agreed emphatically and laughed. Pris let out a scream of exasperation and promptly stormed out of the room. Jenny ran after her after hearing her bedroom door slam.

Later I received my education when Jenny came sit by my chair to explain what happened. She told me the term is DILF, not dillweed. 

Same difference, I offered.

Not quite. DILF, I learned means Dads I Like to Fornicate, except fornicate is not the exact term used. I don't know if I was mortified, honored, or treated like a piece of meat. Jenny looked serious with her hand on my arm. I said nothing except, "oh."

The subject of Sarah was taboo the remainder of the break. Thank god, the rest of the holidays passed uneventfully except for good wishes freely expressed.

Jenny brought Pris back to school. We thought it prudent that I not be put in that environment, since things were going so smoothly. The rest of that semester went just as smoothly, even when I drove her back after Spring Break.

Pris was back in the nest that Summer, too, working at the mall. It was just like old times -- almost. It seems that Pris had become a little liberal in her mannerisms and behavior. It was not unusual for me to see her yawning, half-sleepwalking to the bathroom each morning in her pajamas. But her attire had become quite skimpy and all but nonexistent. More than a few occasions I did a double-take to see if she had anything on below the waist. A little thong was all that remained of her modesty, and I have to say that my comfort level was about as substantial as her underwear.

I never mentioned this to Jenny, and she was rarely awake when Pris prepared for work.

Also, Pris was leaving her bedroom door ajar after returning to the bathroom, and I frequently was treated to a view of her bare back, and once or twice her bare butt -- all inadvertently, mind you. And I'm sorry if this sounds wrong, but long blonde hair against bare skin will even make the Pope stare.

She seemed to have mellowed quite a bit from the raw freshman, and had settled into a lackadaisical lifestyle, that, frankly, had me a bit worried.

I approached Jenny one evening with my concerns and asked if she had ever had "the talk" with Pris. I was worried that she had become sexually active, and, while I am not ok with that idea, I thought it wise that she be educated.

Jenny assured me that Pris knew everything, but also told me that Pris had confided in her that she was still a virgin. I was relieved but not completely convinced. 

For some unexplained reason Pris got interested in football, something I tried to get her to do last year, since I really wanted to go to some games, but couldn't justify the six-hour drive to sit by myself in the stadium. But she really learned all about the team pretty quickly, and I'd received sometimes five text messages a day talking about the coach, quarterback or gaps in the defense. I finally had the boy I always wanted, I texted her back jokingly one day.

One day she surprised me with an actual phone call! She told me about the game of games coming up at the end of the next month. I chuckled to myself, because this rivalry had always been a huge game, but she was only just learning about it. Then she completely blew me away when she said she got two tickets -- one for her and me! She purposefully left Jenny out because she didn't want to blow $60 on her. One thing -- I had to be a student, so I had to dress not like a dad.

In my four years attending school there I could never afford a ticket to go. Not once did I wonder how she snagged two. My euphoria in going did not allow me to ask questions.

I admit I was actually giddy driving down for the weekend. Now I was going to experience the big game, and sitting in great seats, too! I called her on the way down asking her if she knew that she could scalp these tickets at the gate and probably pay for the rest of her college. She laughed and said she couldn't wait to see me.

I checked into the hotel and went visit my sweetie to take her out to eat. She was so excited to see me she jumped in my arm and wrapped her legs around my waist. We hugged and kissed, and then I have to honestly admit, I began to get uncomfortable down there because of the proximity. She didn't even seem to notice; she was just happy to have me all to herself. We talked and laughed for three hours at the restaurant. Then I brought her back to her dorm where we stayed downstairs talking even longer. All of a sudden the buzz I had from the wine suddenly vanished when I saw Sarah and a few of her friends coming into the dorm. I looked at Pris who was still gabbing away, waiting for the moment when she would notice.

"Oh hi, Sar. Hey Jill, hey..." and she called each of the girls by name. "Remember my Dad?"

They all greeted me and smiled each swaying their hips like little schoolgirls. I smiled back and wondered what had happened between those two that caused this armistice. I was elated, to say the least, that the verboten subject of her roommate was finally removed from the no-speak list.

I kissed Pris goodnight and left for my hotel. We planned to leave for the stadium around 11:00 a.m. for the one o'clock game. There's a lot to experience before kickoff, I told her. She promised to be ready, but I had my reservations knowing the she rarely woke before noon on weekends. I intended to get to her dorm at 10 just to be sure we left on time.

I had my workout, dressed and had breakfast before 8 the morning of the game. So I had an hour to kill on campus before making sure Pris was up and at 'em. I walked the quadrangle again taking in the beauty of the autumn leaves, knowing full well they're probably ignored by most of the student population. I sure didn't notice when I went to school. 

I was lost in my reverie until I heard my name called. I turned to see Sarah coming from the cafeteria bundled against the morning cold. I thought the wool cap and mittens were overkill, but rationalized that it was kind of chilly. She skipped up to me and grabbed my arm holding on for what I assumed was warmth.

"How ya doin'?" she said through chattering teeth.

"I'm good, Sarah," I answered. "Are you that cold?"

"Yeah, just drank about a half-gallon of O.J. It's fresh this morning, probably cuz the big game," she explained.

"I should bring some to Pris when I wake her up," I said aloud to myself.

"Oh," piped Sarah, "she's been awake. Still getting ready, though. You heading that way?"

I told her I was so she hung on to my arm the rest of the way to the dorm. When we walked inside she flung off her stocking cap, and I was surprised to see that she had not only let her hair grow but that it was auburn. She was a blonde last time I saw her, and I'm afraid I was busted when she caught me looking at her hair.

"Yeah, this is the real me," she explained. "Now the drapes match the carpet." She smiled wickedly.

It took me a second, but I understood and became embarrassed. My cheeks turned red, and I could feel them burning.

She hugged her face into my arm saying, "Ooooo, you're so cute!"

I honestly did not know how to respond. My heart sank when the worst possible thing that could have happened happened. Pris walked down the stairs into the parlor and saw Sarah hanging on my arm. I rose out of my chair as my remora hung on seemingly for dear life.

"Hi Tim," said Pris. She didn't look the least bit perturbed at Sarah's public display. She soon released my arm saying she was going upstairs and reminding us to be sure to get some orange juice from the cafeteria before it was all gone.

"G'morning, Darling," I pecked her on the cheek. "Sleep well?"

She nodded her head and took Sarah's place on my arm. This was strange, indeed. I needed time processing what just happened with those two.

"Hungry?" I offered.

"Uh huh," she nodded again, so we headed off for the cafeteria where I had juice and watched her barely eat. I should have been appalled that she selected the cinnamon roll over the granola and fruit, but I was used to her bad eating habits. Her metabolism was amazing and helped her maintain 115 pounds since her senior year in high school through her freshman year.

I told her I packed a bag for the game with some goodies. She said that she had, too. She warned me that all bags would probably be searched, so unless I hid my stuff well it would probably be tossed before I got through the gates. That made me rethink how to carry the stuff in, but I didn't think too long about it. Instead, I was wondering what kind of bag she packed.

We actually left a half-hour before our planned time, and I'm glad we did. The area outside of the stadium was a hotbed of activity with tailgating up and down the boulevard. As far as the eye could see there were little tents and grills smoking making the whole place look like a Boy Scout Jamboree, well, except for the booze -- and that flowed freely.

I was led to one tent with greek letters emblazoned on everything. My very excited step-daughter introduced me to some of the characters grilling and drinking and making smart remarks. I wondered to myself which one of these assholes was having their way with my beloved little girl. I don't know if any of them sensed my mood of inhospitality, but they hid it well if they did.

We were offered beer and hard liquor, which I refused and was about to do the same for Pris, when she spirited a tiny silver bottle from somewhere beneath her jacket.

"Pris!" I shouted aloud in spite of myself.

"It's cool, 'Dad,'" she said with special emphasis on 'dad' while rolling her eyes. I caught myself and remembered my college days. Then I remembered too much and once again my hostility toward the frat boys was rekindled.

She took a tiny nip, then capped and re-stowed the bottle.

"Not gonna offer your old man a hit?" I joked with her.

"Sure, if you want," she said quickly going back into her jacked. I grabbed her arm and told her I was kidding. She knew I was a lightweight at drinking. A little wine calms me down; two glasses make me mellow. More than that and I'm useless.

We went down the boulevard, Pris introducing me to people impossible to remember. We'd stop and visit for a while. Pris would take a little nip, and I realized I didn't even know what she was drinking. And where did she get that flask?

Along the way we met up with some of her dorm mates including Sarah. They giggled and laughed aloud, and I suspected that more than a few of them had been doing more than nipping like Pris. Suddenly we were a crowd going down the boulevard. Boys would call out to the girls, and the girls would be very raunchy calling back to the boys. Boy, times sure have changed. It seemed that the girls were much more risque in public than any of the guys. They talked to each other as if I wasn't even around.

I know I became embarrassed hearing them talk about some of the boys, about how small one of their "peckers" was, or how another couldn't keep it up very long. The conversation had degraded to an awful level, and I glanced over at Pris, who thankfully, wasn't a part of it, to see if she saw my discomfort. She happily chatted with Sarah and another "good" girl near the front of the crowd while I was surrounded by what I came to know them as, sluts.

"Pussy pounder... licks like a pussycat... cums too soon," were all descriptions I was hearing vividly.

"I need an older man that knows how to treat a women right. That knows how to pleasure me just right, and all night long," was a phrase that was definitely meant for my ears because I saw the girl who said it staring right at me. Perhaps she thought I was as drunk as she was, but that's a poor excuse for being stupid in public.

When we got the alumni tent all of my resolves were conquered by a persistent Phil German, an old classmate and president of this year's association. I found myself with a Jack and Coke and a bratwurst in a bun in my hand. Not even a whole wheat bun. "Ah, what the hell," I told myself. I'll pay for it on Monday.

The buzz from the liquor lasted right up through kickoff and Pris had to pull me up and down by my arm to cheer the team. After a while I started to feel pretty happy watching our boys steamroll over their defense. That QB could do no wrong.

"He's never thrown an interception, you know?" Pris screamed in my ear. My heart was elated hearing her say this, like we could finally speak the same language.

I watched her take the little flask out every now and then and just take the tiniest sip. I finally asked her to share and she willingly offered the flask. One little sip was all you need I learned quickly. It was some type of liqueur.

She saw the look on my face and yelled in my ear, "Cointreau!"

Oh, my baby likes the good stuff. The Cointreau warmed my insides and soon I had unzipped my jacket. The sounds, smells and booze combined to make me feel as if I were having an out of body experience. Teamed with the fact that I was living a lifelong dream and watching the game of games I knew life couldn't get better than this.

The final score of 48-13 had us cheering, hugging, kissing, high-fiving everyone around us. I think every one of the girls in that gang kissed me, and I suspected a few came for seconds. I was almost oblivious to the frivolity around us. I was just happy and in an incurable good mood - and what felt like a permanent buzz.

I have no idea who was driving my car, but I was in the back seat with Pris sitting in my lap, and three other girls squeezed back there with us. I thought I was imagining things at first, but there definitely was someone's hand under my butt squeezing. I didn't even give the culprit the satisfaction of knowing that I felt it, but continued to talk about the game and how well our players did. Pris even mentioned some specific plays, and we had an in-depth discussion of each one. The other girls just giggled and laughed.

We drove for a while before I realized that we were not heading back to campus. Instead, the car was parked in front of this large house with quite a few people on the lawn. We scrambled from the car, a mass of entangled bodies trying to become untangled, and I almost let out a cry of surprise when I felt a hand openly grope my crotch from between my legs. I turned quickly to the girl behind me, a cute little brunette who simply said "Oops, I thought it was the door handle."

I hadn't a clue how to answer that, so I let it go. That was probably my first mistake besides getting tipsy.

We walked into the house and there seemed to be a full bar in every room since everyone there had a drink in their hand. I had to quickly leave the living room because of all the smoke. I soon found myself in a large rec room with a pool table and a ping-pong table. A foursome was cuing up at the pool table, but I couldn't figure the ping-pong table out. There were a number of cups placed in pyramid fashion on each end of the table and people were trying to toss balls into each cup. I don't know if I was fascinated or just dumbstruck, but I watched this strange activity for a long time. Each time a ball would land in the cup someone would have to drink its contents. When all the cups were gone that team lost.


Pris



"Wanna go next?" I heard the voice in my ear. I turned to see Pris standing next to me.

"What's in the cups?" I think I asked her.

"Probably beer." she responded.

I'm anything but beer drinker. Never had a taste for it, but if I had to drink it I could stomach it for a while.

"Sure," I said with a certain amount of bravado.

So we set up the cups, six of them and were given three ping pong balls. I have a pretty good arm with a fairly decent aim -- when I'm sober. I found out I'm a horrible shot when I'm drunk.

Pris had pity and drank the first cup, but before long we lost, and I had downed three half-cups of beer. I sat down on the closest couch to keep the room from spinning too wildly. I found myself with company before I knew it. Three girls that I don't remember seeing before joined me on the couch. I know we were having a conversation, but I still cannot recollect any of it. I must have been suave because they stayed and giggled for quite a while before Pris came to collect me. I thought we were going home, but instead she led me somewhere me to another room far from the smacking of the billiard balls, and I could actually hear conversations in here.

The trio had followed me in there, and they were soon joined by even more girls. I found myself holding court with an audience of very beautiful women. It wasn't too long before I noticed that a few of them were wearing very little on top as the cleavage presented was demanding almost my entire attention. This was not lost on the girls who laughed and noted my inability to focus elsewhere.

"I think he's a breast man, ladies," one of them said to the others.

"Most definitely," said the most well-endowed one there and the main object of my attention. I could think logically in my mind, but I could not physically alter my actions. It's hard to explain, but the tits were beckoning me to look at them, and look I did.

As if I wished it to happen, the well-endowed one, Emmy I heard someone call her, pulled down the neckline of her shirt and exposed herself to me. I gawked with abandon at the sight. The pair were a vision of loveliness, and I know their image is burned on my retinas to this day. Well, seeing such a vision of pulchritude displayed with a degree of lustiness had a natural effect on me, and this was not lost on the astute ladies in the crowd.

"Shit, he's got an erection," one of them called out.

Oh crap, I thought to myself. I'm letting myself get out of hand. My mind kept telling me to do something -- adjust myself or move around. But my body just continued to gawk at the treasures before me and grow hard as a rock before their lusty eyes.

"Damn, I think he's still growing! Or is that just his pants creased like that," one of them asked.

I felt a hand grope my rock-hard rod firmly, and someone responded in a laugh, "Nope, it's all him!"

"We should do something about it, huh?" I recognized Sarah's voice and for a second I was back in reality. But just as quickly I returned to la-la land as I felt hands at my belt. I responded by kicking off my shoes, and then I heard more laughter.

It was the hands on my chest that distracted me. I felt my shirt being unbuttoned, and then warm gentle hands were rubbing me on my chest playing with my hair. That's why I didn't feel my pants being pulled away. That and the fact that some of the girls around me were taking off their clothes as well. The brassieres caught my attention before the bare breasts did. It reminded me of Pris walking around the house in her underwear.

I distinctly remember one girl asking me to undo 'this,' and the next thing I knew I had undone her bra. She turned to thank me by offering her breasts to my still extended hand. I don't remember when hands started groping me through my underwear, but they were fully underway by the time I turned my attention down there.

There was a lot of activity around me, and I realized that not all attention was on me. In fact, there were only about four girls around me, and that made me feel a little less self conscious. I looked to my left and saw a completely naked girl lying right next to me, and when I looked down I saw a full head of auburn hear between her legs moving around.

The sudden realization of who that was was abruptly forgotten when I felt my manhood being swallowed by someone between my legs. I looked down quickly and saw that my dick was sticking out from the leg of my briefs and was being sucked on by a girl whom I had never seen before. But she was being watched closely by Jill from Pris' dorm. Then Jill grabbed my shaft from the other girl and she started to lick and suck on me.

I couldn't even respond to this pleasure. I just threw my head back on the sofa and gasped aloud. 

I saw Sarah lift her head from between the girl's legs and call over to Jill, "He's a whopper, huh? I knew it!"

The feeling was incredible. I felt my right hand being pulled up to feel a breast. I looked over and saw Emmy rolling my hand over her tremendous boobs. She was completely naked and smiling at me wickedly. I savored the feel of those heavy lumps of flesh in my hand. But the feeling was short-lived because she removed my hand from her breast and placed it right between her legs. My finger plunged into a valley of wetness. I stroked her slick slit up and down, and as if by instinct I slipped two fingers inside of her causing her to moan, spread her legs a bit wider and buck forward.

I tried in vain to remember how this orgy started, but what little senses that had returned to me noted that there were three girls in prone positions being serviced by the other girls. I looked carefully, and did not see another male in the room. I had no idea where we were.

I felt myself getting harder than I ever remembered. The stimulation was overwhelming, but I was not in fear of cumming too quickly. The two girls providing oral ministrations were obviously experts and knew how to stay on the safe side of the line.

Emmy was bucking against my hand hard, and I found my other hand entwined in the hair of the blonde pleasuring me down below. She moved herself sideways toward me so that I could reach behind her. I let my hand drift back there and began to feel my way around digging into her wetness.

With an anguished cry Emmy grabbed my hand with both of hers and pulled me into her holding on tightly. She collapsed right there on the floor, her big tits flopping around. I felt my dick lurch in someone's mouth when I saw that.

The thought "Damn, I'd like to fuck her" immediately flooded into my mind unbidden. But the truth was that I did want to fuck her. She was gorgeous, a knockout! And since I was already deep in the throes of sexual depravity, I figured why not? I really wanted to fuck somebody right now.

As if sensing what I was thinking, both girls released my manhood from their liplock. Jill stood up in front of me with her hand firmly on my cock. She spread her legs and moved forward straddling my knees. I was going to get fucked.

It was like I was in a dream when I saw someone come behind her, pull her hair back away from her ear and whisper to her. A smile came on Jill's face and she drunkenly moved back away releasing my dick.

My brain screamed inside of me, but again my body refused to respond to any logic. Pris, my own step-daughter, stood before me completely naked. Before I could gauge her loveliness she grabbed my dick and jerked it back and forth a few times. I sucked in my breath not believing what was happening.

"I knew you were one hung bastard," she said to me in a very intoxicated voice. "You're big, but do you know how to use this?" she laughed as she swayed her hips in a very seductive dance. Next she straddled my knees and inched her way toward me still swaying her hips from side to side making my legs bounce between hers..

I knew that my body was not responding to my brain because I not only remained erect; if anything I got harder!

She rubbed the tip of my cock against her beautiful cunt lips, and somewhere deep down there was a feeling of surprise that her sex looked so mature. I saw the slightest bit of blonde hair adorning the junction of her legs. I looked up into her face and saw her half closed eyes indicating she was almost in a trance. Her breasts were as beautiful as any I'd seen, including Emmy's mounds. My hands could not resist. I lifted them upwards and helped myself to the offerings of my step-daughter. I had given into my dark side and I was going to let her fuck me.

She continued to slide my cockhead up and down coating it with her juices. Then she stopped with my dick perfectly positioned. Before I could fully comprehend she impaled herself on me first just taking in the head. She bounced up and down grunting quietly, while I kept my hands on her breasts, stimulating her nipples with my fingers. Little by little she inched my manhood into her.

When she reached a comfort level she began to stroke up and down. My logical brain cursed at me. One part of it wanted to think that she was an experienced lover who had done this on more than one occasion. The other part damned me for taking her virginity. My body enjoyed this nubile beauty through all its senses.

It was obvious she could only take so much. She barely sank half my shaft into her. The feeling was excruciating. It felt so good that it was pure torture. I wanted more. The sadistic part of me want to sink it to the hilt knowing that I would probably cause her pain. The loving side of me wanted to go slow and pleasure her all night long. The logical part of me was trying to locate the nearest gun shop so that I could shoot myself.

I told the logical part of me to take the rest of the night off. Thankfully, it did. I was now left to enjoy this fantastic experience without further hindrance. I rationalized that it's already happened, and there's little I can do about it.

Pris crept forward slowly and was pretty soon half-sitting on my abdomen. The feeling wasn't as pleasurable to me, but I could tell it changed for the better for her. She started to moan and grunt a little louder. I noticed that we had a larger audience than before.

Pris fell forward putting her hands on my shoulder. I left her breasts and put my hands on her hips to steady her and guide her. Before I knew it she began to mew like a kitten. A long high-pitch screamlike noise came from deep in her throat, and she pressed herself hard against my cockhead just barely inside her.

With a final scream she fell against my chest, and I selfishly pulled her hips down to impale myself a little further in her. She did not move. After what felt like an hour, but was more probably two minutes, she fell off of me sideways onto the sofa. The girl next to us made room for her to fall.

Before I could register what was happening I felt my dick engulfed again and looked up to see Emmy riding me, her big boobs bouncing to my delight. She was not afraid of going deeper, and I took this as permission to take control. I grabbed her by her butt cheeks and forced her toward me. She placed her knees on the sofa and smothered my face with her mounds. I was in heaven for sure. I licked and kiss for all I was worth at the same time spreading her cheeks to impale myself fully inside of her.

She grunted with each thrust, and I wondered how long she or I could last.

What almost set me over the edge was when I heard one of the other girls yell at the others, "Come see this. He's huge and he's going all the way in!"

I felt hands on shaft as I would withdraw from Emmy, then I felt them on my balls massaging them. That was too much for me.

"I'm gonna cum," I managed to croak in Emmy's ear.

"It's ok, cum in me," she panted.

"No," I heard some of the girls cry out. "Out here! Out here!"

I don't know if they grabbed me out of her or if Emmy released me, but two hands were on my hard shaft pumping back and forth until I released my seed into the air. I looked over Emmy's butt to see one of the girls purposefully putting her face in the way to catch most of the discharge while she pumped away.

She continued to pump while Emmy tried to get off of me gracefully, but we both knew that was impossible. She, too fell to the side like Pris, whom I wondered where she had gone. When I was about to tell jack-off girl to stop she popped the head of my cum-covered cock in her mouth. A bright light went off behind my eyeballs and I almost passed out from the sheer pleasure!

I know that I fell asleep for a while before the Bacchanalian revelry continued throughout the night. There were masses of female forms entwined around me, while others were ministering to my re-inflating organ. Before too long I had another rider, and even later in the evening I was on top and then behind. I apologize that the details of the rest of that evening are lost somewhere in the back of my mind.

The drunken excess finally took its toll and I was spent permanently that evening. I doubt my absence would stem the tide of pleasure these woman found in each other. I was just one plaything removed from action.

I awoke naked the next morning surrounded by countless naked females around me, some entwined in each others arms. The place reeked of sex, sweat and alcohol. Each movement caused my pounding head to remind me why drinking is not a choice for me. My crotch was sore, and my pubic hair was stiff with dried cum. My fingers stunk to high heaven. Actually, they smelled quite sexy and even caused my painful groin to stir, but they still stunk. Even my lips stunk which made me wonder what happened after I was out. My stomach churned admonishing me of my foolhardy ways with liquor. Thankfully, I didn't get sick.

One girl was sleeping on my foot, and I removed it carefully causing her to stir only very little. I found my pants and briefs stuffed under the sofa beneath me. I looked around and saw my shirt on the lamp table on the other side of the room. I scanned for my shoes while I carefully treaded naked girls on the way to my shirt. I gave my socks up for lost, but I really needed my shoes before I left. My plan was to leave and check out of the hotel after a quick shower. Then I would just head home without having to come to terms with Pris. Neither one of us could offer any explanation that could even remotely justify our behavior last night. 

I finally gave up on the shoes figuring they were probably under one or two sleeping bodies on the floor. Must have been the parent in me, but I looked carefully at each figure to make sure she was breathing. They all rose and fell gently assuring me they were enjoying or at least experiencing slumber. OK, it wasn't really the parent. I did stare openly at the beautiful breasts seemingly littered on the floor. A slight stirring in my loins was my tap on the shoulder that it was time to move on. I hoped that none of them shared my size of headache.

Resigning myself to give up my shoes for lost I opened the door and walked barefoot out of the room, wondering not only what room we were in, but whose house this was. As I was pondering that thought I was stopped cold by the figure in front of me: Pris.

She stood there with a smirk on her face and my shoes and socks in her hands, elbows at her side. Thankfully, she was fully clothed.

"Thought you might need these," she said matter-of-factly.

"Yeah, I do. Thank you." I answered sheepishly. I put my shoes on, stuffed the socks in my pocket and walked down the stairs to the front door when a thought hit me.

She held out my keys.

"Thanks again," I said taking the keys from her hands.

We drove off in silence. I glanced back at the house.

"It's the Lambda House," she said as an explanation. "It has the worst reputation of all the sororities."

"Why in the world did we...."I began.

"I didn't have a lot of say, remember. And really neither did you." she stated.

"Pris..." I tried again.

"Tim, look. We can lock ourselves up forever and never move forward from here being eternally sorry that it ever happened. That won't change anything, you know. Take a left at that light."

I had to stew over that a bit and did not respond. I pulled up to the hotel and realized that I didn't have the key to my room. The front desk quickly made another and we rode the elevator again in silence.

The minute I closed the door to the room she sat herself down on the bed and forced me to confront her.

"Look!" she almost cried, "what happened happened, ok? And yes, in case you're wondering, it was my first time!"

My heart sank two floors below me.

"But I wouldn't change anything that happened if I could," she said almost pouting.

What? I thought to myself. What is she saying?

"In case you never realized it you're a very attractive man, but not only that you're an extremely loving person and the only person I could trust with myself. I haven't been the wild woman like those others. I've seen them get like that, but I never wanted that. You gave me just what I needed, understand? Now, if you can't leave it like that I'm sorry. I love you, Tim. I always will. You have brought me through many phases in my life, important things. I don't know if you know that. I've watched you weather some storms and have always been in awe of how you handle situations. Your strength has been an inspiration to me. Sometimes earlier this year I realized what you meant to me. Yeah, I think Sarah showed me that. I hated her last year for liking you so much. But then she made me realize what she liked in you, and I found out I liked you like that, too. I'm sorry if it hurt you and if you need go do therapy to figure it all out. But it happened and I'm glad it did. Sorry."

Then she began to cry. I rushed to her to console her and she fell apart in my arms. She wept openly and I felt myself tearing up, too. I brushed her hair and held her close not saying a word. I hugged her tight and her tears soon subsided.

"You ok, darling?" I whispered.

She looked at me wiping her eyes and nodded.

"Me, too." I smiled.

"Really?" her eyes widened.

"Really," I reassured her.

I hugged her tightly again and then said, "I gotta take a bath. Whew," and got up from the bed heading to the bathroom.

"Tim?" I heard a sheepish voice behind me. "Can I take one, too... with you?"

I pondered this request for a second, but then waved her toward me.

We held each other in the warm water cuddling the whole time. Nothing sexual passed between us; we just soaked up each other's company. When we felt the hot water giving way we both quickly soaped up and rinsed.

"I'm going to have to burn these clothes or Mom will be highly suspicious," I joked packing my bag while she toweled her hair.

"Leave them with me. I'll do them and bring them back when I come home in a couple of week." she offered.

"Couple of weeks? You're coming home for a visit?" I asked with a big smile on my face.

"Yeah, is that ok? I can get a ride with Andrew Baxter. He goes home every weekend to work with his dad. Said whenever I needed a lift."

I left the clothes with her and dropped her off at her dorm after another huge hug and long kiss. I drove off headed for home with a lot of things to think about. There were a lot of pieces out of order here, and it would take me some time work through them.

I was shaken from my thoughts by my cell phone buzzing that I had received a text message. 

"Please come back. I miss you" was all it said.

My heart jumped knowing that my relationship with my step-daughter had changed forever, and in my mind for the better. But the number of the text message -- it wasn't Pris. It was a strange number.

I punched dial and waited for the phone to ring.

"Hello?" came a female voice from the other end.

"Hello, who is this?" I demanded.

"This is Emmy. Tim?"



Priscilla



"Hey, Joe," said Steve, a regular who sat at the same bar stool every day for a couple years, "who's the old guy at the end of the bar?"

Joe looked down the bar studying the man in his 60's sipping his drink.

"He comes here this day every year to celebrate the death of a friend. He drinks enough to get drunk, pays his tab, and leaves. I don't see him again until this time next year."

The regular looked down at him with a face full of curiosity.

"Why does he come here to celebrate the anniversary? Usually, old people like that visit a cemetery," he said looking back at Joe.

"Actually, he's not that much older than you are," said Joe with a chuckle. The bartender put down the glass that he was wiping and, resting his elbows on the bar, leaned into the regular to keep their conversation private.

"He told me that before this was a bar it was a function room where swingers met a few times a year to socialize, to dance, and to have sex in the rooms upstairs. I guess there was a hotel where the condos are now."

The regular looked down at the old man, again.

"No shit. Swingers?" The regular looked down at the old man, again. "He doesn't look like a swinger?"

"Yeah, and what does a swinger look like?"

"Dunno, someone more hip, I guess." 

"Maybe, he's got a big cock," said Joe, "and if you ask him nice, maybe, he'll show you it."

"Fuck you," said Steve looking back at the bartender. "Give him another one of whatever he is drinking."

Joe delivered the old man a scotch telling him that it was on Steve, the regular barfly, at the other end of the bar. 

"Thanks for the drink," said the old man raising his glass to Steve.

"Mind if I join you," said Steve not waiting for the old man to answer and taking the stool next to him.

"Sure, sure," said the old man. "I'm glad for the company."

"I'm Steve," he said offering his hand.

"I'm George." They shook hands. "It's a pleasure meeting you."

Steve looked at the man and took a sip of his drink before engaging him in conversation.

"So, Joe tells me that this bar was once a hot spot for swingers."

"Yep," the old man looked off in the distance with a smile, "it sure was, but that was a long time ago." He looked at Steve. "Four times a year, Valentine's Day, Memorial Day, Halloween, and New Years Eve for dancing, meeting old friends and making new ones with some adult fun later in the rooms reserved above."

Steve took another sip of his beer.

"Joe said you come here on this day every year to celebrate the anniversary of the death of a friend?"

The old man looked at him.

"Yeah, well, she was a beautiful woman and a special friend." He looked at him again. "I'll tell you the story if you want to hear it."

"Sure. I love a good story." 

The old man gulped down the rest of his drink and took a sip of the drink that Steve bought him before he started the story.

"She was blonde and leggy and made me want to sing aloud whenever she rewarded me with the radiance of her smile. She made me want to cry when she left the room because my life, if even for a short time when living vicariously through her and imagining being with her, was nothing without her."

If I were I king," he said smiling at Steve, "I would have made her my queen in the hope that she would live happily ever after with me in my kingdom. If I were a rich man, I would have displayed my wealth at her feet on the chance that she would have me. If I were a charming, intelligent, and handsome man, I would have pledged my undying love for her and asked her to marry me."

Joe poured himself a beer and came over to listen.

"She was so beautiful that she made my heart cry with joy whenever I saw her." The old man's eye sparkled when talking of her. "She shimmered as a diamond in bright sunlight and when you saw her, you could not remove your eyes from her sparkle. She was a new Ferrari that dazzled you with her shine and you could not wait to take her out alone for a drive." The old man looked at Joe and made an arm gesture like he was shifting gears.

"She really sounded like one hot babe," said Steve.

"Her beauty mirrored the feeling you get when you see a spectacular view after you climbed over a ridge and the scenic expanse before you is a vista like no other." The old man inhaled a deep breath and tilted back his head as he let out the air. "You stand there speechless trying to take her all in but, unable to see her completely, you cannot, because there is so much depth to her to see." Two more customers took the stools to the right of the old man and one sat to the left of Steve. "That was what it was like to see Priscilla for the first time and every time. Every man in the room ignored his woman for a glimpse of her. Every woman ignored their man to see what she was wearing."

The old man stopped talking to take a sip of his drink. As if reliving her vision, he paused staring off at the other end of the bar.

Steve touched his arm and the man returned his attention to the conversation.

"George, tell us more about her."

"Her blue eyes sparkled like precious sapphires in the light but they turned dark blue with her mood when she was mad. Still, I only saw her mad once, a few months before she died."

He took another slow sip of his drink.

"She looked like one of those beauty queens who always emerged suddenly from some tiny town in Texas." George raised a hand to punctuate a finger in the air. "I was one of many in love with Priscilla. Only, I worshiped her from afar."

"Priscilla," said Joe. Now, that's a pretty name and a name you do not hear too much, Priscilla. I like it."

"The first time I saw her was at a swingers' social dance," said George giving Joe a smile. "She was with a tall and handsome man. They made such a striking couple and all heads turned when they walked in the room. They were regulars in the lifestyle for a while, and then they disappeared, as swingers are known to do."

George stopped talking to wet his whistle.

"Then, about three years later I saw her, again. This time, though, she reappeared alone and without her handsome man. This time, she was even more beautiful than before. It was unfair to give someone so much beauty but God did. With the confidence to walk in unescorted and the presence of self to leave alone, she was Queen of her soul, a place she shared with no man."

George looked off dreamy eyed as if he was seeing Priscilla walk in the room and then, without looking away from his vision of her, he continued his story.

"You saw her in sections, first the long shapely legs, and then the rhythm of her Heavenly hips, lastly the perfect outline of her amazingly high, full, and firm breasts." George inhaled as if he smelled her scent. "She wore Chanel perfume, only Chanel, and her fragrance that invaded your nostrils stayed with you until the next morning."

George paused to take a sip of his drink.

"It's on the house," said Joe pouring him another.

A small crowd of men grew behind George. George looked behind him acknowledging their presence with a nod of his head and a smile before returning his attention to Joe and Steve.

"She used the room as her personal runway. I swear I could hear the music from the Girl from Ipanema play as she passed. All eyes took her in completely but, for fear of missing her smile, her look your way, or the hypnotic expression of her eyes, all eyes never left her face for more than a second."

George raised his glass in toast.

"Oh, Priscilla if you only knew how much I loved you. You were the one. There was no other. I still love you, Priscilla."

"To Priscilla," cried out the other men joining in the toast of her.

George took a sip of his drink and gently placed his glass down upon his napkin.

"When I finally had the courage to introduce myself to her," he said to Steve, "I was not disappointed. She had an intellect that would challenge the mental abilities of any doctor of philosophy, a personality that immediately made you feel so comfortable that you could not wait to take her away with you in your dreams that night, and a wit that would make any stand up comedian envy." He looked up at Joe. "And you know what else?"

"What's that, George?" asked Steve. 

"She liked me but not in the sexual way that she liked the others. She liked me as a friend, someone who she could share her private thoughts." He paused for another sip. "If ever there was an angel walking on Earth, it was her."

"Yet, surely God does not give one person everything," said a man who stood behind George. "What were her flaws?"

George turned in his stool to acknowledge the man.

"Ah, you are right and she had one fatal flaw and I'll get to that in a minute."

"Please, continue," said Joe giving the intruder a dirty look and filling George's glass, again.

"One would think someone so beautiful would have reason to stay aloof and have a handbag of pretensions but not Priscilla. She was real, she was approachable, and she was unassuming. Everyone who wanted her companionship for an eternity would settle for an evening alone with her and most were thrilled to receive her undivided attention for a moment."

George looked around at all who listened to his story before resuming it.

"I was satisfied to have shared some time in her company. We talked and we laughed and I fell completely in love with her. It thrilled me when she looked at me, made eye contact, touched my hand, lightly kissed me on the lips, listened to what I said, and replied in kind. Whoever shared time with Priscilla was lucky. She made me feel taller and she made me feel that I was twice the man I was."

He took a sip of his drink and smiled at the crowd of men around him.

"She made me feel special." He paused and put his head down. "Alas, she loved me as a friend and not as a lover. Yet, as it so happened, that was a good thing for me and the reason why I am still here to tell her story."

"Wow," said the man sitting next to George, "she reminds me of my ex-girlfriend."

"Shhh! Shhh!" The men standing behind George did not want to hear about his ex-girlfriend. "Please, continue with the story, George."

"As the seasons past, I grew accustomed to seeing Priscilla in attendance at the swinging events. She ran with the elite, moneyed participates of the group, a group to which I did not belong. These were the jetsetters who traveled the globe experiencing all the best that the world had to offer. They knew the best places to dine in Paris, the best private beaches in Bora Bora, and the best swingers' functions to attend. Yet, I did not mind finding an inconspicuous spot where I could watch my living doll from afar while casually sipping my drink. A vision that I never tired of watching, Priscilla made my otherwise drool life worthwhile and exciting."

"So, she was a gold digger, huh? Figures," said the guy sitting next to George. Joe shot him a look.

"I can assure you that she was no gold digger and you can think me the loser, but those of you who have met and yearned over your own Priscillas would understand that sometimes a look, a smile, a dance, and/or chatting with her in private, is better than nothing. And sometimes, those things that are left unsaid say it better to the heart of a hungry recipient than the perfect prose of a poet. Better to love from afar than to never have loved at all. She had my heart only she was unattainable. No one owned Priscilla. Matter of fact, she sought me out whenever she saw me to rekindle our friendship, a friendship that I cherished and a friendship that no one else there had."

"Hey, you guys aren't drinking," said Joe looking out at the crowd that grew behind George. Give me your drink orders otherwise I'll bounce you out before you get to hear the rest of the story."

Joe delivered a new round of drinks giving George another drink on the house. George waited until everyone had a drink before continuing.

"I loved watching her dance. She was fluid in motion, so graceful, and so light on her feet. She danced like a sheer curtain caught in a soft breeze, delicately and with movements that made every man want to dance with her in bed. It excited me to see her move on the dance floor with the grace of a flower swaying in a gentle wind. It made me a bit jealous to see Mark or Brad or Vincent or Guytano softly guide her with a hand on her lower back or shoulder as they softly caressed her jaw and touched her hair knowing that they would be intimate with her later that night. They all thought that she loved them and she did in the sexual sense of the word but never with real love. She loved no one but her man, Troy, the one who accompanied her the first time that I saw her." He paused. "Yet, I like to think that she loved me."

"What happened to Troy?" Someone standing behind George asked.

"Tragically, he died. She never got over the loss of him. She loved him."

"I don't understand, George," said Steve, "if she loved this Troy guy, how could she have sex with these other guys?"

"Even though she shared herself with other men, no one lay claim to Priscilla but Troy. When she was with Troy, it was something that they did as a couple sharing one another with a select few, a few who agreed that they would be monogamous to one another and not allow anyone to invade their special circle of friends. Then, when Troy died, like a solitary puff of blue smoke rising and disappearing from a cigarette, she drifted away alone until poof, she vanished for three years."

"Then," asked Joe, "why did she return?"

"When she returned, she was different and not as vivacious. I attributed her change in personality to the loss of her boyfriend. Yet, it did seem odd to me that no one questioned why someone so beautiful, so intelligent, and so personable would allow so many men to enjoy her personal treasures."

George paused to take a slow sip of his drink. He lowered his head as if the key that wound him up suddenly wound down. Then, raised his head and continued with his story.

"When the dancing and socializing of the evening slowed down, the sexual action heated up. Priscilla, as would the Sultan service his harem, was upstairs servicing the men of her very private, personal conclave, the same select few who had promised to remain faithful to one another. Priscilla, the conductor of a continual train, was never questioned why she preferred taking it up the caboose after fucking each and every one senseless in every hole over and again."

"So, are you telling me that, after Troy died, this gorgeous woman had gang bang after gang bang?"

"Yes, but only with her select few. Limited only to a kiss, a feel, or a touch, she refused my sexual advances and she refused the sexual advances from anyone else other than her group of special friends. Yet, she welcomed me as a friend giving me a place in her heart that touched her deeper than any of her lovers.

George finished the last of his drink and Joe stood ready to ply him with another but George waved him off.

"I found her behavior odd bordering on bizarre and I questioned her motives. That was when she told me her personal agenda, an agenda that became obvious to us all later that year. That was the only time I ever witnessed her anger. Her beautiful eyes turned dark and hard."

George looked around at all the faces who looked at him waiting for the ending to the story.

"Troy died of AIDs and Priscilla had AIDs, as well. This was when the drugs that prolonged the quality of life had not, yet, been developed. She had so little time but she was determined to payback whoever had infected Troy and her by infecting all the men of her private party, who would in turn infect their wives. Consequently, they all died a slow and horrible death of AIDs, as well."

"Damn," said Joe.

"When she died, finally, few attended her funeral and as the years passed fewer remembered her. Yet, I still remember Priscilla and place a fresh flower on her grave every year on this day. Forever, until the day I die, I will carry her beautiful spirit in my heart."

George stood from his stool.

"See you next year, George?"

"No, it's way passed the time for me to move on with my life." He smiled. "The telling of this story was my eulogy to her and my good-bye."



Priscilla Bunda



Enjoy!

"Yes! I won!" I shouted aloud, dancing around my room.

I was just days away from meeting Brazilian singer, Priscilla Bunda. She has taken the music world by storm, and anytime you mentioned her, you had to mention her huge butt.

Her website had a contest for her fans, so a fan can spend a full day with her. Now, I was not the biggest Priscilla Bunda fan, but hell, I couldn't pass up an opportunity to be next to that enormous ass. Bunda means "booty" in Portuguese.

She's been out of the lime light for a little while after her debut album was released. I supposed she was recording for her next album. She was a astounding vocalist. She recorded most of her songs in English, but she always remembered her Brazilian roots.

When the day came to meet the big booty goddess, a white, stretch limo pulled up to my house. My heart was racing as I walked up to the car door, thinking whether she was inside or not. The driver then came around, opening it for me.

"Good day, Sir," he said.

I then sat in, what looked to be the nicest limo I have ever rode in. It even had Priscilla's logo embedded in the seats, which let me know this was her own personal limo.

As we arrived at probably the most expensive hotel in town, paparazzi rushed the car, damn near blocking my door. Camera flashes came from every direction as the driver muscled his way through the mob to open my door.

"Damn, I didn't know this was that serious," I said to myself, looking out the window nervously.

Two big security guards then appeared and guided me through the crowd into the elegant hotel.

"Wow they are nuts!" I said straightening out my clothes as we entered the hotel lobby.

"Man tell me about it. You should have seen it when Priscilla got here earlier. It was crazy," the big security guard said. He stood at least 6'5" and was muscular as all hell.

"Wow I bet they were," I laughed, "And know exactly what they were taking pictures of."

Shortly after, a cute girl which looked to be Priscilla Bunda's hair stylist appeared from the opening elevator doors. We traded smiles as she must of known who I was.

"Aaron?" she asked.

"Yeah that's me."

"Wow you're so handsome. They said you were cute, but not this cute!" she said with a light laugh. I laughed it off feeling kind of shy, but hey she was right. "My name is Monique. I'm Priscilla's hair stylist. Come right up this way. I know you're dying to meet her."

And I sure was.

***

We then came to room 215. Me standing there with my hands shoved in my pockets ready to meet the big booty goddess. Monique then gave the door a few knocks.

"It's me Priscilla," Monique called out, "I just did her hair, so make sure to compliment it," Monique whispered to me.

"Oh you bet," I replied with a wink.

The door knob jiggled a bit, and then the door opened slowly. And there she was, Priscilla Bunda. Standing there in her small pink t-shirt with "Biggest Bunda" written on the front, and a pair of tight, black spandex.

She still looked the same, but I noticed her hips were about 3 times bigger than before. I nervously smiled, damn near afraid to make eye contact with her cute face. My eyes were set on her hips, which looked to be about 48 inches.

"Hola honey!" she said in her cute little voice, yet a thick accent. Her thick thighs jiggles slightly as she took a step forward, giving me a nice, big hug. "You must be Aaron?"

"Cute right?" Monique said with a smirk on her face.

"Oh my, yes he is! They sent me a present," Priscilla joked, lightly stroking my chin, "Monique, I'll see you later girl. Come on in Aaron."

Suddenly, my mouth opened wide, and my eyes grew big as Priscilla turned around to lead me in. Drool began to accumulate from my bottom lip, and my mind was in a daze. Her booty had gotten even bigger!

What on earth!? I thought. I couldn't believe it. This girl's ass was well over 48 inches around and it bounced and jiggled harshly as she walked. God it was huge.

"You're quite an ass-man aren't you Aaron?" she said peeking over her shoulder at me. I shook my head, snapping out of trance, but my eyes were still locked on her monstrous buns. Her spandex wedged up her crack deeply, and she picked out wedgies as she went.

"Oh I'm sorry. I didn't mean to stare at it- I mean look-," I stuttered. Way to go wise guy.



She then turned around, giggling in her cute voice. "It's okay, Papi. Everybody stares at this thing," she said with her hand on her hip, giving me a profile view of that giant, mountain of ass. "Hell, this thing done got bigger since last year."   

I took a big gulp, as it seemed to be just me and her ass. It stuck out far enough to sit a plate of food. My dick then jumped in my jeans, forming a visible bulge. All this talk about her ass swelling up to this enormous, beach ball size was turning me on like crazy, and she knew it.

"Well uh, I haven't really noticed," I responded, pretending to act like I did not notice.

She sucked her teeth before responding. "Oh please, I know you noticed when I turned around. Here, give it a squeeze." She then poked her ass out at me, bending over slightly.

"Oh my god," I murmured.

It stuck out like a shelf, and was round like a big peach. The fabric of her tights stretched out to he max.

"Well?" she asked with a bit of attitude, smacking on her gum.

My hand landed on her left buttock softly, and her cheek dwarfed my hand. I gripped slowly as a mound of ass meat molded in my hand. I bit my bottom lip as I jiggled her buttock slightly as it was locked in my fingertips.

"Damn," I moaned. It jiggled like jello, and it was so soft.

"See, people think it's fake. They think I got some kind of butt injections." Priscilla placed her hand on top mine, helping me fondle her donkey of an ass, which if I did not know any better, was growing right there in front of us. "But no, this is all real."

I couldn't help myself and gave her huge ass a slight smack, causing it to shake like crazy. It was amazing how it took about 5 seconds before that monster of ass meat jiggled into place. Holy fuck!



My big bulge began to form in my pants as my dick was begging to be unleashed.

"I see you like that," she said with a cute giggle.

She then stood straight up, hooked her thumbs into her spandex and yanked them down. In one swift motion, her monstrosity of ass bounced out freely, appearing to be bigger than it was a second earlier.

"Oh shit!" I yelled at the sight of her mountain of ass flesh. It was so damn big, I actually took two steps back. "That thing nearly scared me, shit!"

"Yeah, it looks bigger when it's all out. I try to hide it from the public, but shit, it's hard to," she said with a laugh. "I see you have something big too," she purred while looking down at what seemed to be a bunch of socks stuff in my pants.   

I took one big gulp.

She walked forward, and cupped her small hand against my denim covered dick.

She licked her lips at me before she said, "You know I have been wanting some dick for a minute now. I have been so busy lately, I couldn't really find the time. I'm glad you one this contest."

My hand went for my zipper just as realized, I'm about to fuck Priscilla Bunda.

*ZIP*

Then she gasped.

There my cock was, hanging over my opened zipper, inching its way to stiffness between me and her.

She squatted down in front of me with her hands rubbing my thighs, "Damn you got a big ass dick Papi! God, it's like a 3rd leg!"

I smirked. "Oh, it gets bigger."

She looked up at me with slight confusion and amazement, her buttocks flaring out from underneath her. She eyed it like it was a trophy, as it made little jump motions, expanding to its max.

She smacked on her gum loudly. "Are you serious!? Dang!" Priscilla weighed my cock in her hand, lifting it up at angle. I felt the blood rushing up my long shaft as it was stiffening by the second.

"Suck it," I moaned, making my dick jump a few times.

She took the gum out of her mouth, and inhaled my cock with a nasty *SLURP*. I moaned in response as my jeans fell to the floor, and I locked my fingers behind my head. She moaned and sucked, moaned and sucked, making eye contact with me every few seconds. She would moan something sexy in Portuguese when she popped my rock hard slab of cock meat out of her mouth sloppily.

"Fuck, your dick is big," Priscilla moaned, licking it up and down the thick base. I did not mention how huge her lips were. They fitted around my dick nicely, and they glistened with light pink gloss. She developed what looked like a rhythm, twisting her hand up and down my throbbing fuck stick, and her wet mouth, nasty mouth slurping my dick with ease.

"Oh fuck!" I groaned, feeling the saliva slushing around my big, cum cannon. She gave a blowjob like a porn star, knowing how to work her tongue and her mouth skillfully.

She popped my cock out of her mouth and started jerking the head slowly. "You like that Papi?"

"Fuck yeah, that's some good shit," I moaned back, "Stand up, I have to see that big ass of yours!"

She bit her thick bottom lip as she stood up slowly arching her back, letting her rotund backside protrude out behind her. Priscilla placed her soft hands on my shoulders as we had a intense, kissing session, my hands squeezed and groped her two monstrous ass cheeks. My hands failed miserably to cover the amount of ass meat Priscilla was holding back there.

With the slightest tap, it jiggled like crazy, and it was sculpted like two basketballs. "How the hell do you move around on stage with this thing?" I asked in between kisses, our tongues wrestling each others.

"Your a mess," she giggled as my hands fumbled her big ass around.

"God it's so big!" Our mouths broke away from our hot kissing session as I turned her to the side. "Have you measured it yet?"

"Well, the last time I did, it was 52 inches around."

"Holy fuck!" I gasped. My hands then quickly went for the booty again, grabbing it as my fingers sunk into it like dough.

I dropped to my knees like a hopeless slave, rubbing and shaking my face in between her giant ass cheeks. She moaned out of surprise, placing her little hand on the top of my head, watching me lick and sniff up her deep, dark crack.

"Mmm, worship that big ass Papi," she moaned, arching her back slightly. I grabbed her thighs for support as my tongue lapped at her tight butt hole. Her butt crack was so deep, I swear, my face was completely out of sight. I licked and slurped as my face was held in place by what had to be the two biggest butt cheeks in the world. With an ass the size of Priscilla's, one would think it would have some type of stench, but it smelled clean and pleasant.

I freed my head from her deep crack with a loud *PLOP*. "Damn Priscilla! This thing nearly ate me up!" I said licking my lips. She quickly grabbed my head, shoving it back up her monstrous ass. "Oh Fuck," I blurred, shaking my head up her ass wildly.

"Fuck! You're up in there deep Papi!" she moaned, pushing my head up her ass further, almost pass my ears. She moaned in Portuguese again, bending over some more, exposing her tight, butt hole to my flickering tongue.

This continued on for about 15 minutes until I again, freed my head from her ass, coughing and catching my breath. She shook her butt using her hands, finger nails painted black and her bracelets tingled at the same time.

"How was it up there?" she asked giggling.

"It felt like I was in another world or something. I thought that thing was going to gobble me alive!"

As I stood up, slightly of dizzy, she grabbed my dick and smiled. Her fingers barely could fit around.

"You should feed my ass this big ass dick Papi," she moaned in my ear as I couldn't help but to juggle her colossal cheeks in my hands. I played with it like a kid playing with his first toy. My hands were sort of big, but her ass flesh spilled over, creeping through the spaces between my fingers.

Pulling me by my throbbing cock, she led me over to the couch as she bent over it sexily, swinging her long, black hair over her shoulder as she looked back at me. Her butt stuck out like a shelf, and was wide as all hell.

"This is crazy," I moaned as I looked on. I stroke my cock slowly, preparing it for the best fuck session it's ever encountered.

"Fuck me Papi," she moaned as she rubbed and jiggled one of her buttocks, which clearly dwarfed her hand.

"Shit, its so fuckin' huge," I said as I walked up closer, giving her enormous ass a few slaps, "You're such a big booty slut."

"I've been a bad girl baby," she moaned with her thick accent, "Feed my big ol' ass that dick! Feed it!"

I give her huge buns one last slap, holding my huge cock up in my hand, slowly stuffing it up her tight asshole struggling to fit it in. The head of my dong pressed against it, pushing in meter by meter.

"Oh Fuck! I cant believe this!" I called out, viewing her monster ass wiggling back and forth.

"Ay Papi! ITS HUGE!" she moaned. She looked over her shoulder back at the action that was going on with her ass and my hung cock. Her face grimaced while her tight ass was opening up by the second.

"Let me in up that fat fucking ass!" I screamed as squeezed harder, pushing my way in further while holding on to her slender waist. I then arched her back, pushing down on it, making her huge ass poke out more, as I stuffed more of my cock meat up her ass. "Ah Fuck! There we go!"

"FUCK ME!" Priscilla growled, "FUCK MY BUNDA!"

"Oh fuck! You big butted whore!" I moaned before I pulled out, and slammed back in, her huge ass jiggled wildly in response. I bounced my pelvis into her massive buns, hearing it clap loudly against my stomach. "Holy fuck! There is just so much ass on you!"

*CLAP*

*CLAP*

*CLAP*

"Ay!" she moaned with passion in her sexy accent, as I slapped down on her bare ass cheeks as my hips swung firm and hard, stuffing my whole cock meat into her ass as far as it could possibly go. Her jello-like ass repeatedly ricocheted off my stomach while the couch rocked back and forth.

I whispered, "Oh Fuck," to myself as Priscilla's "Bunda" clapped hard all over my throbbing shaft and stomach as I fucked her rough and deep. The clapping was loud as all hell, echoing throughout the room.

*CLAP*

*CLAP*

*CLAP*

It was a sight to behold. Her ass was the shape of two huge globes. It bounced around like crazy while she moaned in Portuguese. I grabbed her long, thick black hair, wrapping it around my fist, grunting my teeth while I banged into her fat ass.

Then she looked over her shoulder at me. "Fuck your in so deep! Shit!" she moaned out.

I couldn't believe her ass goggled up all 10 inches of my cock. I grabbed the sides of Priscilla's mountainous booty as I thrust as hard I could, her light brown buttocks started to turn red from the intense smacking. Her ass was like an airbag as it squished up against my wash board abs with each thrust. I rubbed it down and shook it back and forth for a minute as I pound up her outstretched asshole.

"I'm going to cum!" she moaned, banging her ass back at me.

"Ah! Come on you big butted slut! Take it!"

It was not long before Priscilla shivered slightly, which let me know she had came, but thats did not stop me from the intense onslaught I was giving her big ass.

"Oh fuck you!" she yelled out while grabbing the top of the rocking sofa, "You big dick bastard!"

I continued to stroke my long, cannon of a cock up her fat ass, her bulging buttocks connecting me with with every thrust. I could not see how anyone could fuck this woman in any other position but doggy-style. She was made for it, or should I say her ass was.

"Yeah that's it! Fuck, your such a big assed slut! Oh fuck!" I said through clinched teeth, "I'm about to cum slut!"

She did not hesitate to throw her huge ass back at me, meeting my thrust. Each inch of her ass wobbled to a point where, I thought it was made of gelatin. I then slowed up my pace, slowly sliding my long, thick fuck pole from her now gaping ass hole, shooting thick spurts of warm cum on her jiggling rear.

"Ah fuck! Fuck!" I groaned, milking the 10 inch monster over Priscilla's two mounds of ass flesh.

"Yes cum on that fat ass Papi," she moaned, giving her ass a shake.

I thought I would never start shooting my load. My lemon sized balls began to empty themselves as my cock went flaccid on me. I flopped down on the couch, my dick hung soft between my thighs as I sat, drained of all my energy.

"That was insane," I said, wiping sweat from my forehead and catching my breath, "That big ass is too much."

Priscilla giggled ass she got up, barely containing her balance. A big glob of cum fell to the floor from her beach ball sized ass, as she took a swipe from her ass with her finger and licked it.

"Mmm you came like a fountain Papi," she said before she walked off to the bathroom. I looked on, eyeing her fat backside sway and shake freely with each step.

When she came back all freshened up, we went right into another tongue wrestling session. Damn, Brazilian women love to kiss! And she was a pro at it. After that, I could tell me and Priscilla Bunda would be seeing more of each other in the future.



Priscilla, Queen of Cats Pt. 01



PART ONE: The Wish

It was one of those cold, windy days where the sky was threatening rain, there was nothing good on TV, and you just weren't in the mood for going anywhere or doing anything. So I decided to clean the house – as you do. And I decided to blackmail my housemates into helping me – as you do. Lenny and Belinda were a little reluctant, but my threat to withhold my semi-famous Cointreau Pancakes – an essential part of every nutritious breakfast – provoked action.

We started in the attic; Blinn said that she sometimes heard the sounds of little scurrying footsteps from up there during the night, which meant there were rats to be dealt with, just in case the task of cleaning a dusky attic wasn't tantalising enough. The mention of rats must have caught Priscilla's ear, because she came up to supervise our efforts – Priscilla, before you ask, is the name of Blinn's green-eyed, black-haired cat. "Priscilla, Queen of the Household," I liked to call her. That cat, like all cats I have ever known, was far more trouble than she was worth: she had a snooty, lording way about her, as though our sole purpose in life was to tend to her every need and sate her every desire. I never really liked cats, though I was not totally averse to sometimes cuddling up with Priscilla in front of the TV and giving her belly a bit of a tickle. Purely for the proven therapeutic effects, of course. Not out of any feelings of fondness, or anything.

Twenty minutes in, and we had done little more than shuffle the junk around, raise enough dust to cause two sneezing fits on my part, and generally grow unhappy with our chosen course of events for the day. No rats had been flushed out either, and Priscilla's impatient, unimpressed movements about the place signalled her imminent departure for zones of greater amusement. It was around this time that Lenny found the lamp.

"Hey," said Lenny. "I've found a lamp."

So he had: it was one of those old-fashioned oil-burning things, brassy and curvy, straight out of a bad 60s sitcom about blonde female genies. "There's gotta be a genie in that," I said.

"Only one way to find out," grinned Lenny, as he set about rubbing the lamp.

"You be careful with that," Blinn warned. "For all you know, it may contain an evil genie."

"An evil genie?" Lenny echoed. "What, like in that 'Aladdin' movie?"

"Yeah," said Blinn. "Knowing your luck, you could be releasing the most vicious force of evil the world has ever known."

"Not evil," said a fourth voice, "but kinda sleepy." We spun around, and beheld a slightly portly man of vaguely middle-eastern appearance, though the pallor of his skin indicated he hadn't seen much sun in a while. He had giant bags under his eyes, and looked as though he'd only got thirty-eight years of a planned forty-year nap.

We regarded him warily. "Let me guess," I ventured. "You're the genie?"

"You must be the brains of the bunch, then," the genie replied, stifling a yawn. He frowned at us as we looked at him with uncertainty. "What, you really think you can rub a lamp that looks like that and NOT end up with a genie in your attic? Gee, this place could do with a clean-up," he added, looking around with a critical eye.

"Alright then," said Lenny, who was always up to any challenge. "How many wishes do we score, Mr Genie? Three each?"

"Three?" the genie echoed. "You must think yourselves pretty special if you reckon you deserve three wishes each."

"Um, correct me if I'm wrong," I offered, "but we did grant you freedom from imprisonment in the lamp, did we not?"

"TEMPORARY freedom," the genie corrected, as he tickled Priscilla under the chin – apparently the cat had seen fit to hang around for a little while longer. "I go right back in the lamp once you've got your wishes. And I wouldn't call it a prison; it's not so bad in there, I'm starting to get the place just how I like it," he said, with a touch of pride. "Once the Jacuzzi's up and running, it'll be quite the pad."

"Yeah yeah," said Lenny. "Never mind that: make with the wishes, man! How many?"

"I will grant one each, to everyone in the room," the genie sighed. "And make it quick, it's chilly out here."

"Yeah, right," said Blinn, who was not looking terribly convinced by the proceedings. "What a pile of bullshit. If you're a real genie, I'll sniff Lenny's underpants." 

"Oi," said Lenny, frowning at the unkind implication.

"Who are you," Blinn continued, staring the genie down, "and how did you get into our house?"

The genie looked at Blinn, and then he looked himself up and down; from the expression on his face, it was clear that he thought his silk pyjamas and matching turban, soft shoes with curly toes, neatly trimmed goatee and general Arabian appearance proved her to be quite the idiot. "You want proof, woman?" he said. "Make a wish and see."

"Fine," said Blinn, and we watched as she quickly wracked her brain for the most unlikely wish she could manage. "I wish... I was the Queen of Sheba."

The genie snapped his fingers, there was a popping noise, and Blinn was suddenly no longer in the room. "You'll find her in the history books," said the genie.

Lenny and I shared a glance of growing apprehension. "You gotta be careful what you wish for," the genie grinned, almost maliciously – he clearly hadn't thought much of Blinn.

I groaned. "Great," I said. "Now one of us has got to sacrifice his wish to bring her back."

"Wait, wait," said Lenny, forehead creased in contemplation. "Actually, I've got me an idea." He fixed the genie with a no-nonsense look. "Alright then, genie: listen up and listen good."

"I'm listening," the genie nodded.

"I wish – and no tricks, now," said Lenny, "–I wish for the ability to travel, accurately and safely, to any point in time and space."

The genie's eyebrows raised in surprise. "You wanna be a time traveller?"

"Hell yes," Lenny affirmed. "That way, I can go and deal with Blinn, and also go check out some of history's better talent: Marilyn Munroe, Grace Kelly, Lady Godiver, Queen Liz the First..."

"I thought Liz the First was an ice maiden," I said.

"It's always the ice maidens who prove most wanton in the sack," Lenny confided, with a grin and a wink. "More fun in the pursuit, too. So go on then, genie," he said, addressing our be-turbaned interloper, "can you make it happen or not?"

"See for yourself," said the genie, snapping his fingers. Nothing about Lenny appeared to change on the surface, but a slow smile forming on his face indicated that he could feel new abilities forming within him.

"Well?" I prompted. "Did it work, or not?"

"Hang on a sec..." Lenny said; he closed his eyes in concentration, and with an eye-twisting flash of light he vanished. He returned about three seconds later, bare-chested and deeply tanned; he wore billowing pants that may have been fashioned from some sort of hemp-like material, there was an impressively-sized curved blade tucked into his waistband, and his face bore a slightly bemused expression. "Well, three weeks in Sheba is about three weeks too long," he said.

"What, have you just been to Sheba?" I boggled.

He nodded. "Blinn says hello," he added, as if it were by-the-by. "She says not to worry about her, she's quite happy; apparently her sudden appearance in the throne was deemed some sort of act of the Gods, and her reign of terror quickly became unquestioned and absolute. She also said something about a harem full of well-hung African warriors that I tried not to pay much attention to. And now, if you'll excuse me," he said, with the cheeky grin that has always been so typical of Lenny, "I'm off to Victorian England. Gunna track down Jane Austen and stick my toe up her arse. Heh heh." And with that, he vanished again.

"There he goes," grimaced the genie. "History's greatest menace."

"He'll be alright, won't he?" I said.

"I'm more worried about Jane Austen, truth be told," said the genie; he fixed me with an impatient glare. "So you gunna make a wish, or what?"

"Oh. Aw. Gee. Umm," I said, my mind suddenly blank. "Uhh... alright then, let's just try for a billion dollars in my bank account. Tax free," I hastily added.

The genie snapped his fingers. "Done," he said. "Don't spend it all at once." As I blinked, feeling oddly unfulfilled, the genie turned to an attentive-looking Priscilla, sitting upon a nearby pile of boxes. "And you?"

"What?" I said.

The genie shot a glare at me. "I was talking," he said, "to the cat."

"Oh," I said. "What?" I said again. "You can't grant a wish to a cat, can you?"

"Oh, go and count your money or something," the genie snapped dismissively. "I said one wish, for everyone in the room." He turned back to the cat. She said nothing, of course; but I thought that perhaps I detected a look in her eye, a look slightly different to the usual lazed-out haughty aloofness that Priscilla's unnervingly level gaze usually bore. The genie looked Priscilla in the eye for a moment, and then he made a noise of surprise.

"Really?" he said; he cast a critical glance in my direction. "Ah well, suit yourself." He snapped his fingers, and looked around. "Now where did that dickhead leave my lamp? Ah." He picked up the lamp from among a pile of Lenny's aging collection of skin mags, and blew some dust off it before looking back at me. "Right then: here's how it works," he said. "Don't waste your time rubbing the lamp again, because once I've granted you a wish I can't be called back. And don't get any ideas about selling me on e-bay or anything, because next time you turn your back the lamp will magically remove itself from here and put itself in the vicinity of some other deserving individual. Though quite how you people qualified as 'deserving'," he added, casting a final look of disapproval over the shambles of our attic, "I will never know."

Priscilla yowled, with what may almost be described as impatience.

"Alright, alright, I'm going," the genie said, rolling his eyes. And with that, he snapped his fingers yet again, vanishing in a rankled fashion; the lamp quivered and bumped in the air for a moment, then it clattered to the floor in an unceremonial fashion, leaving Priscilla and I to eye each other across the dusty attic.

"...Okay," I said, as though something thoughtful was expected of me. "Whatever did you wish for, then?"

If a cat could possibly give a look that said "Wouldn't you like to know?", Priscilla surely did just that. I shrugged, and decided that it would perhaps be prudent to check my bank account, to see if the genie's powers had perhaps improved upon my life savings of three dollars and forty-two cents. I made my way down from the attic to my bedroom, where an antique but net-worthy computer held station in a corner. While I dialled-up the net and waited for the modem to sing its song, Priscilla made her presence known by rubbing against my shins.

"Can't scratch your tummy right now, Priscilla," I said. "Gotta check and see if I'm a billionaire." Priscilla seemed to find that situation acceptable, and she moseyed off to set her throne among the unmade sheets of my bed.

Understand, now, that the mere prospect of the faintest possibility of the existence of a billion tax-free dollars in one's bank account tends to narrow one's attentions. This is why I paid scant notice to the odd noises that Priscilla was making behind me; there were meows, and moans, and groans, and the sound of my bed sheets being shifted and rearranged, but my entire being was focused upon the computer screen while it accessed my account details as fast as it could – which was not nearly fast enough. After an apparent eternity, my eyes fixed upon a rather improbable figure:

$1,000,000,003.42

I stared at the figure for quite some time, until a large number of zeroes were burnt into my retina; a course of action finally came to me, and I turned to make a mad dash for the phone. I can't remember if I was planning to call the nearest Ferrari dealership, or the nearest Lamborghini dealership, or the nearest Small and Relatively Inexpensive Pacific Nation dealership, but it is a moot point because I never made it anywhere near the phone: I was struck immobile by the site of a beautiful woman, utterly naked, lying upon my bed and watching me carefully. 



Priscilla, Queen of Cats Pt. 02



PART TWO: An All-New Black Beauty

This was almost the final straw for my overtaxed brain, and I believe I did start making somewhat foolish and helpless noises as I tried to deal with this extra twist in the day's already twisted events. While I stood there and gibbered uselessly, the woman smiled in a benevolent, amused fashion, and then she suddenly rolled in the bed as though I had temporarily ceased to exist, running her hands over her ebony-dark skin and making noises of deep and intense pleasure. There was something oddly familiar about the languorous, contented, heedless, possessive, devil-may-care way this woman sprawled upon my bed; connections began forming in my recovering mind, and when she eventually opened her eyes again and I realised they were a particularly familiar shade of iridescent green, I managed to put two and two together.

"So that's what you wished for?" I said, slowly, stunned.

The newly human Priscilla flashed a wide grin, treating me to a view of dazzlingly white – and worryingly pointy – teeth. She made a noise that matched the manner in which she lay upon the bed: it was a long, low, contented "mmmmmmmmmmm..." which spoke an affirmative to my question and also managed to say a whole lot more.

My jaw, already swinging low in shock, swung a little lower. "Oh my," was the best I could manage, as she took one last roll in the sheets – evidently enjoying the intensely pleasurable sensation of the material against her newly smooth, hairless skin – and then she started moving towards me. She prowled across the bed on all fours, her eyes cool, unwavering, locked into mine, her shapely rear pointing at the ceiling – if it still had a tail, that tail would be swishing and twitching; coming to the end of the bed, she frowned a little as she suffered the extremely un-cat-like indignity of having to stand and walk. Even so, the manner in which she took her first human steps to close the distance between me and the bed were unmistakably feline: the gentle sway of her hips, the hunting, piercing steadiness of her gaze, and the quiet confident smile all combined with her stunning, fantastic nudity – and her apparent obliviousness to being nude, her utter lack of self-consciousness, as though there was no other way to be but naked – all combined to push me deeper into a bewildered, helpless, and increasingly aroused state.

Priscilla was upon me now, quite literally, for she pressed herself against me and made her intentions known. There was not an atom's worth of empty space between us. Her face nuzzled my neck, curiously yet confidently. Her breasts, shapely and generous, pressed against my chest, unabashed and unrelenting. Her groin rubbed unmistakably against my upper thigh as her legs intertwined amongst mine. The air was thick with an unrestrained, animalistic sexuality that spoke volumes of needs, wants and long-held desires; this gave me pause, and a question left my lips before it had even crossed my mind:

"Why me?" I asked.

Priscilla looked up at me, eyebrow raised. "I mean," I stammered, "of all the wishes you could have wished... why this? Of all the guys you could have picked... why me?"

She smiled again in that unmistakably feline fashion of hers, and I sensed that she was readying herself for another untried task: human speech. The words came from deep within, and she spoke in a typically unhurried, languid fashion. "Because..." she said, and her smile grew wider. "Because... I like... the way... you scratch my tummy."

The words were in some ways so ridiculous, so incongruous, coming from this knock-you-down stunning black beauty; but on another level, it presented a clear and simple logical sense. My bewilderment suddenly up and left, and the dependable voice of reason in my brain simply said "never mind the why – get to the what, when and how, ya dickhead". It was clear that Priscilla had wished her wish with one objective in mind, and the gentleman in me couldn't bear the thought of depriving a lady of her one most sincere wish.

"You like how I scratch your tummy?" I echoed.

"Mmmmmm," she purred in the affirmative, into the hollow of my neck. "You have... kind hands."

"Oh really?" I grinned. I had been told as much before by the ladies, of course, but being told by an ex-cat seemed to add weight to the compliment. "Well then, Priscilla: would you like me to scratch your tummy now?" 

"MmmmmmMMMmmm!" was the encouraging – nay, demanding – reply. So I obliged.

I grabbed a firm, yet kind, hold of her, and spun her round; she obeyed – giving every indication that she did so only because she deemed the action entirely acceptable, and not through any submission on her part – and pressed her back against me as tightly as she had pressed her front. While she began rubbing herself, very slowly, up and down against my body, and paying particular attention to grinding her delicious rump against the growing mound in my pants, I reached around her and, using only the lightest touch of the tips of my fingers, I traced a relatively innocent path up and down against the incredibly soft, wondrously smooth skin of her belly. I could see her pleasured grin grow wider and more pleasured, and I grinned too as she recommenced her human equivalent of a contented purr. And as I kept tickling her tummy, I took some time to consider my plan of attack.

Priscilla and I had a long history, going back to when Blinn moved in with us nearly three years ago and brought the cat with her. From the very minute Priscilla strolled through the door, she treated the place like her own personal queendom and all of us mere humans as her sworn and dedicated serfs. Now I am not the sort of person to tolerate this behaviour from anyone, cat or human, so I refused to submit; I never made the kissy, smoochy, besotted noises that everyone else made when they laid eyes upon Priscilla, and I never begged the creature to come on over and grant me the special, savoured honour of deigning to sit in my lap so I could run my hand through her hallowed fur. No sir; I made it very clear through my manner, demeanour and the occasional thrown object that Priscilla was in MY house, and her comfortable existence within these walls was only due to MY serene and benevolent allowance – NOT the other way round, as all cats would try to have it.

And wouldn't you know it – I don't know why, whether it was a result of some feline respect for authority, or whether it came about through some typically cat-like perversity – but Priscilla seemed to respond to this treatment by hanging around me more than she did the other various occupants and visitors of the house. I always suspected that Priscilla paid me particular attention only because she had everyone else firmly under the paw, so she had to expend extra efforts in order to somehow win over me as well. She never did win, of course, and eventually our relationship settled into a kind of grudging stalemate. Every now and again a temporary truce would be called, and Priscilla would mosey on over and treat the both of us to a bit of a tummy-rub; I always thought that there was nothing in them, that they were just a convenient and mutually therapeutic session that meant little and signified nothing, but now, with the newly human Priscilla in my arms... did those tummy-rubs mean something after all? My pride and strength of character, my obstinate refusal to submit to her beguiling feline charms: could such perverse and uppity behaviour actually turn a cat on?

It sure seemed that way.

And I could see where things between Priscilla and I were likely to head. This wasn't going to be another mutual, meaningless tummy-rubbing session; Priscilla could never browbeat me into submission as a cat, so she was obviously going to try to win the war as an incredibly gorgeous, slim, lithe, overwhelmingly sexual and achingly desirable woman. Did she think she could fuck me into belittlement? Did she think she could finally win my everlasting and undying loyalty and servitude by means of a quick, frenzied shag? Boy, was this little kitty in for a surprise.

My musings were taking too long for Priscilla's liking, I could tell. For more than a minute now I had done little more than trace my fingertips over the skin of her stomach, marking a slow and tantalising trail over her abdomen, up to – but not over – her ample bosom, and down to – but not through – her last remnants of tangled black fur. I knew of the intense, tingling pleasure that arose through such a light and simple touch, having used and suffered its delicious effects myself more than once in the past; and while Priscilla was clearly enjoying my ministrations, the urgency of her moaning purrs signified that she was impatient for more. So I gave her more: I reached up and I grabbed a couple of handfuls of ample bosom.

This provoked a sharp intake of breath on Priscilla's part, which of course made those lovely breasts of hers stand up and say g'day – which made for quite the sight. I grinned, and gave those breasts of hers a good, long, slow squeeze; Priscilla made a moaning, groaning, approving noise that was encouraging to say the least, so I leaned down a little and kissed her on the neck, just beneath the corner of her jaw. To my surprise, Priscilla reached back and ran her nails along my leg; less surprising was the fact that her nails were razor-sharp. I made a careful note of this – those 'claws' could come into play later, especially if I didn't watch my step.

Priscilla moved suddenly, breaking free of my enveloping embrace and bounding onto my bed, where she did a hell of a thing: she settled down on all fours, pointed her delicious rump at me, and spread everything as wide as it could be spread. There she was, all of her, in her fullest glory: dark skin lightening to pink, slick and moist with her excitement. And after allowing me a quick second to drink in the view she looked back at me over her shoulder, sending a look that could be recognised in any language of any species, a look that said "come get some, stud."

Well. There was a part of me – a rapidly growing part of me, thank you kindly – that dearly, desperately wanted to obey, and I had to fight hard to ignore those instinctual voices that were shouting "GO! GO! GO! GO! GO! GO!" As tempting as it was to simply get it all over and done with in one frenzied ten-second burst, which is what Priscilla's eyes were asking – no, not asking, DEMANDING of me, I was still determined to go about this MY way: I wanted to show her that humans didn't just do it, we stretched it out, delaying the inevitable until it was unbearable. So instead of shredding my clothes and leaping aboard that exquisitely inviting rump of hers, I simply matched her stare, and gave her a look. The look said: "Patience, my pet. I've a better idea."

Priscilla decoded my unspoken message – not surprising, given that she and I had spoken volumes over the years without ever uttering a sound – and arched an intrigued eyebrow; "Better, eh?" said her look of reply. So she rescinded the invitation of her spread wetness, turning about upon the bed and settling back on her haunches, her breasts sitting just so as she waited for me to make my move. 

She didn't have long to wait; I advanced upon the bed, and continued across the mattress in a slow, prowling crawl similar to her preferred mode of travel. As I entered her personal space I noticed her tense up a little; she was wary, on unfamiliar ground here, and I knew that any sudden moves on my part would likely result in a heavy swot over the ear. So carefully, as non-threateningly as possible, I inched closer and closer to her, my eyes never leaving hers, giving her as open, non-threatening and beguiling a smile as I could manage; the space between us shrank further and further, until our noses were almost touching; she refused to flee, but at the same time she couldn't pick what I was up to, and I could sense her trepidation and her excitement mounting. I could feel her breath upon my lips, hot and heavy – and totally without the stink of cat food, which was a refreshing change from the usual – and then, finally, my lips found hers and I kissed her, softly and gently.

She was frozen, as I treated her to this new and uniquely human experience. It began completely innocently: just a soft collision of lips, softly pressing mine against hers, waiting for her reaction. I usually close my eyes when kissing, but for this kiss I watched her like a hawk: her eyes were initially wide open, stunned and unsure of what to do or how to respond, but slowly the lids fluttered; her look grew heavier, almost dreamy; and then her lids dropped and her eyes closed, as the tender, sweet passion of the kiss won her over. That was the encouragement I was seeking, so I raised a hand and cupped it gently against the side of her face as I kissed her again, slightly harder this time but with no less tenderness. Priscilla responded again, the tension in her body relaxing as she gave in a little more, so this time when I kissed her again I slipped in the tongue.

Priscilla reared back a little and her tongue retreated from mine, not out of revulsion but more through surprise; I went with her, my hand still against her face, soothing and reassuring, and I waited a little until, slowly, uncertainly, Priscilla's tongue returned and brushed experimentally against mine. So I kissed her opened mouth again, and again, treating her to a little more tongue each time, and in this manner I taught Priscilla, the ex-cat, how to kiss. She picked it up very quickly – I've always felt that kissing is the most basic and primal human ritual, to the extent that one would have to work awful hard to actually be bad at it. In being granted her new body, it seemed Priscilla was also granted the innate subconscious knowledge of kissing that all humans are born with – I was simply dredging this knowledge out of her subconscious, and bringing it to the fore.

And so we kissed onwards, all thoughts of getting straight to the fucking long forgotten. As Priscilla warmed more and more to the concept of the kiss, I inched closer and closer again, until we were well and truly in each others' arms: my hands caressed her back and the tops of those amazing buttocks, and then up her neck and through her thick, mane-like knot of curly black hair; and she was testing out the use of her newly-humanised limbs, her hands and fingers testing out the nooks and crannies of my ears, neck and shoulders. The kissing stretched onwards, time passing without notice, until I eventually decided to take this little kitty to task.



Priscilla the Slut



Matt had long found his sister, Priscilla, very attractive. Married to her sister, Sondra, he had gotten many eyefuls of her voluptuous body. The two sisters were very alike in personality. They also looked much alike in their faces. Both of them had long brown hair and a good tan. But Priscilla was 3 years older than Sondra and Matt at 28. She also had bigger breasts than her sisters. Sondra had a decent pair at 32B, but Priscilla carried her 44DDs very well. She always wore tight shirts and bikinis to show off her hot body. Priscilla also was taller than Matt's wife and she had a very delicious looking heart-shaped ass. She had her sister beat in every category, expect the men department. 

Sondra had nabbed Matt while they were seniors in college. He was a very successful entrepreneur and made over $400,000 a year now. But what attracted Matt to Sondra was her independence. She could have easily been a stay-at-home-wife but she became a lawyer. Actually, Matt respected her more for that than he found it attractive. They were engaged when Matt finally met Priscilla. 

Priscilla seemed to be unable to settle down. She would get very rich and attractive boyfriends but they would break up after no more than a year in their relationship. 

"I got bored with him." She would always say.

"You always get bored with them." Sondra would always say back. Now here they were again. It was a Sunday and Priscilla would be staying with her sister and her husband like usual when this happened. Priscilla had dumped her latest boyfriend two weeks earlier. Now she and Sondra were going to have the same conversation they always had when this happened. The setting was Matt and Sondra's house around noon. Priscilla and Sondra sat in the living room while Matt, a very good chef, began preparing lunch for the three of them in the kitchen. He could overhear most of what they were saying, but had heard it all before. "When will you realize that you are the problem, Pris?" 

"Maybe I am the problem... Maybe I need to start looking for men in other places than in fancy bars and nightclubs." She said taking a drink from her metropolitan.

"Well, the best thing for you to do is find a job. That's where you'll find a good man." Sondra said.

"Sis, I can't find a decent job without a decent education." Priscilla responded. She had dropped out of college long ago before Sondra joined. Priscilla had never even had a job above minimum wage, and her last one was in high school. She was a gold digger, living off of her boyfriends' money. She was a spoiled one indeed. 

"I know, we've had this discussion before. Listen, Matt and I will pay for whatever kind of classes you want to take. You can take technology courses or even study to be a lawyer, like me. Whatever it is you want to do, we will pay for it." Sondra put her offer on the table. She cared deeply for her older sister, even if she was a gold digger. 

"You and Matt have that much extra money lying around?" Priscilla asked with shock. She had no idea how much money Matt had accumulated. 

"Yea..."

"Then why don't you dress better?" she said with a light smile on her face. Sondra slapped her sister's knee and let out a light laugh, so did Matt from the kitchen.

"Priscilla, listen, you need to get into law school. I can get you started even without a college degree. There are plenty of men your age school, I know from when I went. You can find yourself a man there. Maybe even get as lucky as me and catch someone like Matt." 

"Thanks honey." Matt said from the kitchen. 

"You're welcome, baby." 

Priscilla looked towards the kitchen after hearing what her sister said. She was right; she needed to find a man like Matt. But Pris didn't want to go through all that school and job stuff. She was 28 and needed a man now. A devious idea popped into her head at that very moment. Priscilla wanted to hit herself on the head for not thinking of it years earlier. Sondra was right; Priscilla needed to catch a man like Matt. In fact, she needed Matt. And like every spoiled brat, Priscilla always got what she wanted. 

As they ate lunch Priscilla looked at her sister from across the table. She almost felt sorry for Sondra. Her sister had no idea about what she had brought on herself and her marriage when she mentioned her husband as a catch. Priscilla was very confident; she had affairs with a couple of married men before. That was when she had gotten the most money. She blackmailed one of them claiming that she would go to the man's wife with news of their encounters. The other man was led to believe that he had gotten Priscilla pregnant, so he paid for her false abortion and a little extra money for her troubles. But she wasn't going to blackmail Matt or lie to him, she had other plans.

"Well, I'm in the mood for a swim. Who wants to join me?" Priscilla asked. 

"Sorry, I need to go to the office for the rest of the afternoon, Pris. I got a big case to work on." Sondra replied. Priscilla made a pout face but turned to look at Matt.

"Sure, I'll join you as soon as I clean up in here." 

Priscilla had once seduced one of her sister's boyfriends back when Sondra was in high school. Not long after that, Pris dropped out of college. She thought that there was no point to having power of the mind when all she needed was the power of her hot body. Now she would seduce her sister's husband. Grabbing her skimpiest bikini and putting it on, she strode out to the pool. 

Matt joined his sister outside in his trunks, ready to dip into the swimming pool. Priscilla was just emerging from the swimming pool when he walked out. She had her hair up to keep it from getting wet. But Matt loved watching the water drip off her body and especially off her large tits. He wouldn't miss seeing her in a bikini for anything. However, as much as he found his wife's sister gorgeous and sexy, he would never cheat on Sondra, particularly with her sister. It was look but don't touch. 

"Throw me that towel, would you Matt?" Pris asked walking towards the lounge chair. 

Matt tossed her the towel lying next to him on the outdoor bar. Priscilla caught it and dried her body off before lying down on the lounge chair. 

"Come sit next to me, Matt." She told him to come over and he did so after jumping in the pool himself. "What a beautiful day." 

"Yea, it's pretty nice out." Matt responded reclining. 

"Matt, I've got a question for you... and it's kind of personal, but important to me, so I'd really like an honest answer." Priscilla was laying down the path before her.

"Sure, Pris, what's up?" 

"Do you think I'm a slut?" she asked with sincerity on her face but with a smile inside.

"Well, that is personal.... Hmmm... you know I never really thought about your lifestyle and I don't like to judge." Matt replied taken aback.

"Please, judge me." Priscilla probed with a pout.

"I think that each person is entitled to live their own lives the way they want." 

"So then... you think I'm a slut." She acted hurt.

"No, no... I just... I just think that you should take your sister's advice, that's all. We can give you the money, Priscilla. We've got plenty to go around." 

"You mean you can give me the money. My sister may have a job, Matt, but I know that she hasn't really been raking it in. You're the bread whiner." Priscilla was getting to him. 

"Well, then please take my money and go to school." Matt pleaded lightly. 

"I'd rather have a job. Earn the money for school myself." She said.

"Alright, whatever floats your boat. But you need to change your lifestyle if you're unhappy." 

"But I know I way you can help me, Matt. Why don't you give me a job in the new office you're setting up?" 

Dammit! Matt thought. Why did Sondra have to tell her that?

"I don't know, Priscilla. I only like to hire the most qualified people. And let's face it, you're not really qualified."

"But I need this job, Matt. You want to help me, this is how you can. And this way the money you pay me will be legitimate." She pleaded.

"But I don't have any positions available. I need people I can trust to do their job right away. You don't have a track record." 

"You filled the secretary position already?" she asked.

"There is no secretary in my new office." 

"Why not?" 

"I don't need one. Why waste money on something I don't need." 

"Hire me, Matt. It is not a hard job. I'll answer you're phone calls, type up reports and bring you coffee. Anyone can do that, and like I said, this way the money you give me I'll earn." She gave a good argument. 

Matt thought for a second. He didn't know if Sondra would approve. But it sounded like a good idea.

"Okay, we move into the office next week though, and if I have a desk waiting, you better be there..." He told his sister.

"Oh you can count on me." 

"And we need to tell Sondra about it tonight." Matt finished. Priscilla frowned. 

"Do you tell my sister everything, Matt?" she asked.

"Well, she knows everything about me." 

"But this involves another person this time. Look we're friends, and friends keep secrets for one another. I don't want Sondra to know."

"Priscilla, she's me wife and your sister. What's the harm in telling her?" 

"You just said it; we have to tell her or in other words, check to see if she's okay with it. She'll probably not be okay with it and you'll act like a whipping boy and give in to her feelings." Priscilla said acting irritated but irritating Matt.

"Fine, Priscilla, we won't tell her. At least not yet, we'll see how well you do at the office first, and then I'll tell her if you won't." 

"So then... I'm hired?" she asked knowing the answer.

"(Sigh) Yes." Matt replied. 

"Oh goodie! I'll get to wear a sexy business suit for real this time." She said with a smile. Matt didn't really understand what she meant by it, but took that as his exit cue. 

"Where are you going?" Priscilla wondered. 

"Back inside." He answered without turning around or breaking stride. 

"Why? Do I bore you that much?" Priscilla added with a pout. Matt stopped for second before continuing inside.

"Oh believe me, Priscilla, you will never bore me." 

Priscilla grew a wicked smile. She lay back on the chair absorbing the sunrays for a while longer. She could see Matt from the kitchen window as he seemed to be prepping their dinner for Sondra's return. The brunette thought about her planned seduction for a few minutes. Priscilla could make her move on him at work, but then she'll have to wait at least a week, and her pussy was starting to perspire at that very moment in anticipation. She would wait no longer. Matt, her sister's husband, was going to be hers. Pris got up from her chair and wavered inside.

"Whatcha doin?" she asked coming into the kitchen. Matt had changed into shorts and a t-shirt. 

"I'm getting the meat out to start thawing for tonight." Matt smiled with pride. He loved cooking.

"It looks plentiful." Priscilla stood only a few feet from him now.

"Yes it does."

"You know what else looks plentiful in this room?" 

Matt looked at his sister with a raised eyebrow. 

"Oh come on, silly. What else looks plentiful?" she asked again. Matt couldn't help it. His eyes glanced down at her cleavage and back to her face. "There you go. I knew you'd get it right. Feel free to stare, Matt. It's too hard not too." 

"What are you doing, Priscilla?" Matt asked. He didn't realize it yet, but his cock had started to grow. Priscilla lowered her voice. 

"I'm offering you a nice... long... look at my magnificent tits." Priscilla pulled the fabric down below each of her tits revealing both nipples. Matt's gaze was held by them alone, they were much bigger than his wife's. Priscilla was dripping wet and her bikini bottom was now stained. She closed the gap between her and Matt pulling him into a sloppy kiss. Her tongue dove straight into his mouth as he tried to speak. 

Priscilla's tongue began wrestling with her sister's husband's tongue. Matt couldn't think, he had just realized that he had a hard-on when his wife's sister showed him her breasts before attacking him. Now he was enjoying their frenching. She was a better kisser than Sondra. Priscilla grabbed his hands and guided them to her ass. Matt gave her cheeks a squeeze, something he wanted to do from the first day he saw her bend over. It felt soft yet full with muscle, but better than Sondra's. Matt regained his senses, finally realizing what it was they were doing. He was French kissing his wife's bare-chested sister while holding her ripe behind. 

"Whoa! Priscilla... stop! What the hell are you doing?" he said pushing her away. 

"I think you mean... what we are doing?" she said trying to drag him into another kiss. 

"No! Priscilla, what has gotten into you?" 

"I've answered my own question from earlier today. I am a slut. I'm a dirty whore, one who fucks her sister's husband... Look at yourself, Matt. You are rock hard... You want me... You want my body... Don't play a denial card because that will not work with me... You can't resist me... Now give your whore a kiss." 

Matt's mouth was wide open and he took Priscilla's tongue back into his mouth as she pulled his head down to hers. She moaned her appreciation for his acceptance. Her other hand reached down and stroked his cock through his thin shorts. 

Their breathing became ragged as the kiss became more demanding, mashing their lips together. Matt could feel her nipples harden as they bore into his chest. His hands dropped to her ass again, grabbing and pulling it, causing her mound to grind against her hand and his dick. Matt was enjoying the sensation of her soft lips pressed so hard against his that he never had second thought. Priscilla removed her hand from his dick and wrapped both her arms around his back. Matt began to hump his swollen cock up and down against her groin. His cock was aching to be inside his wife's sister. 

At this point Matt lost all control of himself as he ground their parted lips and tongues together, his head bobbing wildly, as they became totally consumed by this kiss. Priscilla had him right where she wanted him. Her conquest had begun, and now the next stage of seduction would begin. She pulled away from him, happy to see his eyes closed and searching for her mouth. 

"Now its time I taste you cock... brother." She dropped to her knees. Her pussy dripped fluids to the floor through her bottoms at the last word from her mouth. She pulled her brother's shorts down and his big hard cock slapped her chin. "Oh my... my sister is a lucky lady... or I should say she was." She grabbed and began stoking his dick. Even though her touch was electric to him, at the mention of his wife, Matt protested, weakly.

"No, Priscilla, you can't do this... we can't do this. Stop..." Matt was running out of breath. His eyes became transfixed on Priscilla's big bare tits. 

"That's not what your cock says... Mmmmm, let Prissy have a taste." 

Priscilla slowly sucked him into her mouth. She traced each ridge and bulge with her tongue. His cock pushed deeper and deeper until he pressed against the back of her mouth. Priscilla opened her throat and let him slide deeper. His entire cock disappeared into her mouth. She held him there massaging him with her throat muscles and rubbing her tongue along the underside of his shaft.

Matt stood there in shock. His sister was sucking his dick. His wife's sister! And it felt so fucking good. She was doing things to him that had his head spinning. He had to cum so badly. It didn't matter anymore that he was happily married to her sister. He was going to cum in her mouth. Priscilla disengaged her lips from his crown to speak her mind.

"You like the way I suck your cock, brother? I'm a much better cock-sucker than my sister, aren't I? Mmmmmm..." 

Priscilla clamped her lips around his bulging head and licked it with her tongue as she sucked on it. Keeping her eyes on his she slowly lowered her lips down his shaft. Matt's cock continued to disappear into her mouth until the tip pressed against the back of her throat. She pushed her tongue down the underside of his shaft and let his cock slide into her throat until the entire length disappeared into her mouth. Prissy continued to use her expert orals skills on her sister's husband's throbbing cock, glancing up at her brother's eyes with a hungry look in her gaze. She pulled his cock from her mouth followed by several long strands of drool.

"As I said before, my sister was a lucky woman." She kissed the head of his cock in between her sentences. "But not anymore!" (Kiss) "This cock belongs to me now." (Kiss) "And everything (Kiss) that goes (Kiss) with it. Mmmphh..." 

Priscilla moved back to Matt and sucked his cock into her mouth. She slipped a hand between her legs, into her bikini bottoms and rubbed her pussy. Matt couldn't believe how hard he was by his wife's sister sucking his prick.

Priscilla could sense his impending explosion. Normally she would have made it last much longer, held him on edge until he couldn't stand it anymore. She loved the feel of a cock in her mouth. But her pussy was begging for attention. Sondra's sister needed to be fucked like the dirty slut she was, and her brother was just the man for the job. She disengaged her mouth from his cock once more and stood up. 

"Look at the mess you helped make." She pointed down to her bottoms that were soaked in her pussy juice. "You're just gonna have to fuck me." She put her hands on her hips and waited for him to take action. But he had another guilt trip.

"Priscilla... we can't do this to Sondra. She's my wife and your sister. I can't fuck my wife's sister." He said with his hard-on dangling in front of her. 

"Oh yes you can! And you will! Wait till you feel my pussy wrapped around your cock, you'll never fuck my sister again." She put her hands on his cock leaning in close to him. Her touch was stimulating Matt beyond rational thought. 

"What's that supposed to mean? If we fuck, then you won't let me fuck my wife again?" his cock stiffened even more at the thought.

"Oh no, I'll let you fuck her... But you won't want to... Once you've been in heaven... everything else will feel like hell... including your wife's pussy." Priscilla smiled wickedly at her last comment. She really was going to fuck her sister's husband. Matt still looked like he had his guilt holding him back, but she would take care of that. 

Priscilla reached around her neck and untied her bikini top, tossing it aside, she was now completely topless. "Look at my tits; Matt... they are much bigger and better than Sondra's aren't they? I've seen you looking at them from the first time we met... Why don't you give em' a squeeze? What's the harm in that?" she tempted him.

Matt realized that Priscilla was starting to make a lot of sense. She had already given him head, what was more harm if he felt her breasts? Priscilla grabbed both his hands and put them on her DDs. 

Matt couldn't help but squeeze them. It had been something he had wanted to do for a very long time. He often fantasized about Sondra having her sister, Priscilla's body when they were having sex. Now he was feeling the real thing in Prissy's tits. They were perfect. He played with them, teasing the nipples. She moaned her appreciation. 

"You can taste them too... lick my tits, Matt." Prissy suggested.

Matt wasted no time, descending to his sister's nipples. Engulfing each areole into his mouth one at a time felt amazing to him. Priscilla's nipples were hard and easy to flick with his tongue. She reached under his arms and fondled his hard cock with her hand. She had him now, and she wasn't going to waste any more time.

"No more games, Matt... It's time to fuck me." Priscilla said acting as if she was the center of attention. She hopped up on the kitchen counter and pulled her bottoms to the side, revealing her neatly trimmed cunt. "Fuck my cunt, brother... Fuck it harder than you ever fucked your wife. Fuck me like the true slut that I am." 




Priscilla the Slut



Matt gave up the fight within himself. His conscience was beaten back by his cock and Priscilla's tits. Grabbing her legs, he lined up his cock-head with his wife's sister's pussy. Once they made contact, Priscilla wasted no time in wrapping her legs around his back and pulling him inside her. 

Matt watched in amazement as it disappeared into her body. The feeling was unlike anything he could have imagined. The heat of his sister's pussy enveloped his hard cock and squeezed it gently. He felt it drill through her steamy passage until it had completely disappeared into the opening between her legs. He could see Priscilla's pussy stretched around it and her hard clit poking out from the top of her gash.

"Oh brother, your cock feels so good inside me. I just want to sit here and feel it for a few seconds. Then we're going to fuck." She added with a devious smile. 

Without even moving Matt could feel his sister's well trained pussy milking his cock. Priscilla began to move in gentle gyrations swirling his meat around inside her. She pinched her hard nipples and looked up into his eyes. He moved with her grinding his cock around inside his wife's sister's belly. 

Gradually, Prissy lifted up and pushed back down on his cock continuing to move her ass in bumps and grinds, grabbing onto Matt's shoulders for balance. Her tits swayed back and forth in front of his chest. She fucked him slowly tilting her ass up until only the tip of his cock was inside her then slowly lowering her pussy all the way onto his length all from the counter. She was a well-educated slut. Priscilla noticed Matt looking at her tits still as he took hold of her legs and began to match her fucking rhythms. 

"Go ahead Matt. Suck my big tits. Suck on them because they're better than your wife's, superior to my sister's weakling pair. Ohhh yesssss."

He took a nipple in his mouth and swirled his tongue around the hard tip. Everything was surreal as if it were happening to someone he was watching. His cock was tingling and throbbing to the point of bursting, but his sister knew just how to control it without letting him release.

"Move with me baby. Move with Priscilla. Put your hands on my ass and push into me when I come into you."

Her instruction was gentle and loving, music to his ears. Sondra never spoke during sex. Matt was good at sex, but he was so lost in this moment. Priscilla's cunt did feel like heaven. Soon their bodies were locked together in a dance of passion moving as one. Priscilla kissed her brother on the lips and shoved her tongue into his mouth. Their movements quickened, their mutual thrusts were more desperate. His cock glided effortlessly through her quivering sheath. It was about that time.

"Oooohhhh... oh god... Prissy's almost there, baby... make me cum lover... make... me...CUMMMMMM..." Priscilla came hard on her brother's cock. With a satisfied smile, she looked into Matt's eyes and started humping against him again. 

"Yes brother! That feels so fucking good... Ughh! Fuck me like that! Push your big fat fucking cock up my tight little cunt.UGGHHHH! Pump that cum in me. ERRRGHH! I want you to fuck me like this forever!" Priscilla said through gritted teeth. She looked her wife's brother in the eyes, looking deep into his soul, lust had taken over, lust for his wife's sister and her hot body. An alarm went off in Matt's head, don't cum inside her! 

"Priscilla, let me pull out! You're unprotected!" he tried to disengage, but she tightened her legs around him, controlling the action now. 

"Uh uh, brother! You're going to cum inside your dirty sister's slutty pussy..." Priscilla milked Matt's cock with her cunt muscles, doing things to his dick that his wife had never known was possible. Matt gave up and started pounding her again.

"That's it! Fuck your wife's sister! Fuck my tight cunt! That's what you're good for! Good for fucking your wife's sister and I'm good for fucking my sister's husband and his big cock! I'm a trampy little slut! A little tease! Shaking my perfect ass and perfect tits around you! Now fuck it deeper! Fuck it harder! Cum inside your little whore, fill my pussy! That's it; feel me grind my tight cunt on your fucking cock! You like that pussy wrapped around your fat cock, don't you? Don't you?"

"YEAAHHHHHSSSSSS..... It feels so fucking good!" he yelled. 

Matt couldn't have held back if he wanted. He slammed his cock deep into Priscilla's cunt one time, two times, three times. He felt her body stiffen around him. He cried out in a loud grunt. Cum surged through his cock and exploded deep in her belly. She threw her head back and screamed as she dug her fingers into the flesh of his shoulders. Matt continued to flood her cunt with streams of thick creamy seed. Priscilla loved the feeling of his cum filling her womb. She was jealous of her little sister, but no more. 

"Good boy. You fucked your wife's big sister real good. Your sperm feels real good inside my cunt, right where it belongs." 

Matt pulled out of Priscilla's soggy pussy with shock on his face. "Oh my God, Priscilla what have we done?" he said with increasing guilt.

"Nothing we didn't want to do, Matt. And something we will do again and again. Not even your guilty conscience can resist my hot body. Now I've got too cleaned up for dinner. We wouldn't want Sondra coming home to see her husband's cum oozing out of her sister's cunt." Priscilla smiled and hopped off the counter and sashayed towards the shower with his jizz running down her legs. Matt looked down at his cock, it was still hard and soaking his sister's juices and his own. He wiped it off with a paper towel and flushed it down the bathroom toilet, tucking his cock back into his shorts he went about preparing dinner. 

During dinner Priscilla sat across from Matt and Sondra sat at the table's end. Prissy outstretched her foot to Matt's cock and fondled it from under the table, concealed to his wife's view. It was something that she had mastered. Matt eyed his plate, having a hard time eating his food while his sister masturbated him with her foot. She really was an insatiable whore. 

"Sondra, we have news..." Priscilla caught her sister's attention. Sondra looked at her husband and her sister. Worry grew on Matt's face, wondering what Prissy was about to tell her sister. "Matt and I had a talk today... he's going to hire me as his secretary in his new office." She said with a smile. Matt was relieved, shocked that Priscilla told her sister that when earlier she said they shouldn't tell her, but looked to his wife for her reaction. Sondra was a little shocked.

"I thought you didn't need a secretary." She inquired to her husband.

"Well no, I don't need one. But Priscilla needs a job and I have more than enough money to hire her..." Matt noticed the look of confusion on his wife's face. "It's just temporary... only for a month or two so that she can get the experience and references she needs to move on to bigger things." Sondra was happier at that statement. Priscilla lightly kicked Matt in the groin for saying that. She intended on hanging around a lot longer than a couple of months. 

Sondra beamed suddenly. "Well since we're giving each other news, Matt and I have some news ourselves." She grabbed Priscilla's attention. Matt realized what his wife was about to tell her sister. 

"Maybe we shouldn't say anything to anyone until we've actually accomplished it." He tried to keep her from telling Priscilla, but Sondra was too excited. 

"Nonsense, Matt and I have made the decision to have a baby." 

Priscilla looked at her little sister then to her sister's husband. "Really?" she smiled at him. 

"Yep, we just made it our personal mission. We start working on it tonight actually." She smiled at her husband. 

"Well, don't let me keep you from your stud." She squeezed Matt's cock with her toes. Matt knew he was bigger trouble now. 

Later that night, Matt was in his bathroom. He often used the bathroom outside his bedroom while Sondra had taken over theirs with her feminine products. He was going through his usual routine before bed. He heard a knock on the door.

"Hey baby, don't take too long. I'm waiting in the bedroom. What do you say we make this happen tonight?" his wife whispered seductively from behind the door. Matt felt almost like throwing up. His wife wanted to have a baby with him. If only she knew that her husband had fucked her sister only hours earlier and he loved it. "Oh hey Pris, what's up?" Matt heard their conversation threw the door.

"My nightshirt is dirty; do you think I can borrow one of yours?" Priscilla asked. 

"Sure, in fact, I've got just the one." Sondra went to her room, came back and handed her sister one of her shirts. "Now take good care of this one. Not only is it my only shirt that will fit you, but it's my favorite. It was Matt's in college before he gave it to be." 

Matt heard shuffling. "Well, he must've been smaller back then, this thing barely gets on me, but it will suffice. Thanks Sis." And Matt heard them go their separate directions. He wondered how it would be with Sondra now that he had fucked Priscilla. How would it feel inside of her? Prissy's pussy felt ten times better than his wife's. Well, there was only one way to find out. He opened the door only to be pushed back inside by his sister. Priscilla locked the door.

"What do you think of my new shirt?" she whispered. It clung to her large breasts, her nipples threatening to poke through. "It looks better on me than it does on Sondra, huh?" Matt nodded.

"What are you doing here? Your sister is right down the hall." He said panicking. He knew that nothing good could come of him alone with Priscilla, or at least it would feel good. 

"You didn't tell me that you and my sister are trying to get pregnant."

"You told me you didn't want your sister to know about your new job." He whispered back.

"Well, I felt like I should be honest with her about something." She smiled. 

"I need to go." He tried to open the door but Priscilla blocked him.

"No, no, you're trying to go and make love to your wife. I can't allow that. Not when I need attention." Priscilla dropped to her knees quickly taking Matt's cock out. Her touch on his penis was perfect. He grew hard instantly. Her tongue flicked his head and took some pre-cum into her mouth.

"Priscilla... no... no... oh God!" Matt's objections fell short as his sister took him into her mouth. 

While Matt's conscience was in hell, his cock was in heaven. Her soft, wet tongue started licking up and down the entire length of her brother's aching shaft, swirling and flicking around the head while her hand gently squeezed his swollen balls. When Matt's dick was slick with her spit, Priscilla stroked it with her hand while taking his nuts into her mouth, one at a time, and sucking on them. Then, he felt her tongue moving all over his cock. Matt's sister-in-law licked up and down and all around. The slut couldn't get enough of the taste of her sister's husband's dick. 

Priscilla's tongue, along with her hand stroking his shaft, almost caused Matt to lose it. But then she moved back up to the tip of his tool again and opened her mouth wide. Matt watched as about half of his cock slipped into his wife's sister's mouth. Priscilla wrapped her full lips around the shaft and began bobbing up and down on it. Her moans were like music to both their ears. 

The slut closed her eyes and held his cock straight out from his hips while she sucked. This angle enabled her to take all but a couple of inches down her throat. With her other hand she rubbed his balls. Priscilla was dripping wet near explosion. It was so hot to her that she was sucking her little sister's husband off with her sister only twenty feet away. 

Sondra looked over at the door. In a few moments, her husband would walk through that doorway and make love to her, she thought. And hopefully, she would get pregnant with Matt's first child. 

"Oh God, you suck cock like a pro, Pris." Matt whispered.

Hearing her brother giving her his approval on her cock-sucking skills set her off. Cum gushed out of her pussy. Priscilla had never cum without stimulation before. The sheer thought of their sinful act was all she needed. It was one of the greatest orgasms of her life, and no one had even touched her cunt. It was almost as good as her orgasm that afternoon. But she still made sure to keep her lips wrapped around her brother-in-law's shaft. 

"Mmmmmm....mmmmmm....mmmmmmppphh... your cock tastes so good, brother." And she took him back into her mouth again. 

Sondra looked at her door in anticipation. She reached for her pussy, fingering it and keeping it hot, waiting for her husband. 

"Cum inside my mouth, Matt. I wanna swallow your seed this time." 

Priscilla needed him to cum. His pre-cum wasn't enough. She had a taste and was addicted now. She didn't want Sondra to have any of Matt's sperm tonight. There was something about keeping her sister's husband to herself that turned her on even more. 

"Oh fuck!" Matt caught his breath and came into Priscilla's waiting oral cavity. She swallowed like a pro, gulping his hot spunk down her throat. She loved the feeling of Matt's hot sperm going smoothly down into her belly.

Sondra was so lost in her fingering that she didn't hear the shuffling or light moans coming from Matt's bathroom. She just knew that her husband would be in their room to satisfy her very soon.

Matt was cumming in buckets, but Priscilla took him out of her mouth and aimed his spurting cock at her shirt covered tits, drenching her sister's favorite shirt with her own husband's cum. 

"Tsk, tsk... Look at the mess you made on your wife's favorite shirt. You are a bad, bad boy. Soooooo dirty, so bad." Priscilla ran her fingers over the cum stains and licked his sperm off of their tips. "Thanks for the snack, brother. Let's see if you can get it up for my sister now." Priscilla laughed and walked out of the bathroom. Matt looked at his now limp cock glistening with his sister's saliva, then he looked down the hall towards his bedroom where his wife was waiting. How could he make love to her now?

It was morning the next day and Sondra and Matt were eating breakfast before work. Sondra leaned over to Priscilla who had just walked into the kitchen.

"Matt couldn't get it up last night." She whispered to her sister.

"Really?" Priscilla asked knowing more than her little sister. 

"Ya, it's the first time that it's ever happened to him." Sondra said. Priscilla had a wicked idea for a response in that the reason behind that was that Matt no longer found Sondra attractive compared to her hotter big-titted sister. 

"What did you do?" Priscilla asked.

"I told him that it was bound to happen some day, not to worry about it, since we could make love tonight and make that baby." Sondra smiled figuring it was only a matter of hours before she was impregnated by her husband. Priscilla smiled.

"Matt and I are going to the new office today. He's going to show me everything and where I'll be working." Priscilla told her sister aloud so that Matt could hear. He looked up from his meal. This was not something they had discussed. Priscilla was taking over his life. But he wasn't about to object because that was where he was going anyway. 

"Cool." Sondra responded.

On the drive to the building Matt kept glancing over at Priscilla. She hadn't spoken to him this morning. Maybe she was going to end their short lived affair, Matt hoped. But then again he hoped that it could last forever. She was so much hotter than Sondra. Priscilla wore a tight pair of black pants that looked easily removable. Her shirt was a tight fitted black short-sleeve that bottomed out just above her navel. Sondra's sister's breasts looked absolutely massive. She always oozed sex. 

They arrived at the building and made their way inside. Nobody else was there as they had yet to open. The offices were full of cubicles and computers but then there was Matt's office. He had his own closed door room and everything and there was a spot for Priscilla's desk in the entry room. She would have her own small office.

"I thought you said that you weren't going to have a secretary." Priscilla smiled at him.

"I wasn't... we were going to destroy this entry room." Matt replied.

"I'll need a big desk, one with lots of space on it." She winked at her brother. "We'll also need blinds around these windows here... we don't want any of your employees catching me fucking your brains out."

Matt didn't know how to reply. He really loved his wife, Sondra. But her big sister did things to him sexually that he never dreamed could feel so good. He looked at her hot body again, up and down. Just knowing that he had that filled him with pride. Priscilla's brother was hard for her again. However, his conscience still remained, and put up one last piece of defense. 

"Priscilla, regardless of how hot you are and how good you make me feel, I cannot do anything more with you. And if that means not letting you have this job, then so be it." He breathed. It was one of the hardest things he had ever had to say. And he immediately regretted it. Priscilla didn't even turn around and walked into his office.

"Wow, you even have a couch." She said. "Sit here with me, Matt." Priscilla sat down on his couch and patted the cushion next to her. Matt sat down and waited for her response. "Now listen to me, brother..." 

"Please stop calling me that..." he pleaded.

"Why should I do that when it gets you so hard? I'm only reminding you that you're my sister's husband." She said with a devious, seductive smile. "I knew your conscience would rear its head one last time. And trust me, baby, it will be the last time... you and I are lovers now. Better lovers than you and your wife... Right?" 

"You... m-m-may... f-f-f-feel... amazing, but..." he stammered not wanting to admit it, but he was cut off.

"And I don't want that amazing feeling to go away. I won't let it go. I'll never let your cock go now, Matt." Priscilla stood up in front of her brother. She put a hand on his pants and quickly released his dick from its confines. Sondra's sister grasped Matt's prick and started stroking it lightly, keeping him coherent, but hard. He moaned stop but she wouldn't listen. Priscilla put her other hand behind his head and massaged his hair with her fingers. "You belong to me now... You're mine... all mine. My sister doesn't know how to please you. Only a slut like me can please you." 

"But, my wife..." he whimpered, trying to object.

"Ssshhhhhhhh..." Priscilla quieted him gently like a soothing mother. "It's okay, brother. You love your sister's body more than your wife. You can't help it. My body is perfect." She continued to lightly massage his cock. "Now that we are lovers, I need to be your first choice for everything. I've got better hair than my sister, better looks, bigger and better tits, a better ass and of course a better pussy which makes me a better lover to her husband. But I want to prove that I'm better than her even more. So I am going to prove that I am a better suited to carry her husband's children in my belly." She smiled.

Matt's eyes lit up, she couldn't be serious. But his cock and sperm were hoping that she was. 

"Imagine me walking around my little sister's house with her husband's baby growing inside me. My sister will be none the wiser. Mmmmm... it makes me feel like such a dirty slut."

"Have you lost your mind?" he asked, but he was putty in her hands. 

Priscilla lowered her pants to her thighs. She wasn't wearing any underwear. Her fingers dug inside her wet pussy, while the other hand played with Matt's big dick, leaning close to his face. "Actually brother, I've never felt saner in my entire life. For the first time I know exactly what I want. I want my little sister's husband's cock fucking me at least five times more than he fucks her. I want him to love my body more than his wife all together. And I want to have all his children, Sondra will have none, and we will do it all behind her back." A wicked smile came to her face. 




Priscilla the Slut



"Everything you've said is impossible. Sondra will suspect something immediately." Matt reasoned.

"You give my sister more credit than she deserves. Sondra is naïve, trusting and she is an overall dumb-shit. She'll believe me when I say that the baby was from a one-night-stand, since she already believes me to be a slut. It will work, trust me. I, your sister, will have your babies, not your wife. You're also going to give me everything else I need, besides children; I need a house and lots of money, after all I am a spoiled brat. I'm going to buy the exact same clothes that my little sister has, only in my size. That way I'll prove how much better I look than her all the time. And I'll wear sluttier clothing too, show more skin and accentuate my hot ass and big titties. She'll feel like shit around me, but will have no choice but to bear it since I'm her sister... her slutty big sister who her husband cannot resist... So you will provide me with everything a spoiled slut needs and I'll give you my tight pussy and womb for your offspring." Priscilla kissed her brother-in-law before he could even mouth his protest. But he pushed her apart one last time. 

"Priscilla... I just don't know." 

"Well allow me to make the decision for you." She turned around, flashing Matt her bare ass, grabbed his cock, lined it up with her dripping pussy and sat down on it. "There... isn't that better?" 

"Oh my God..." Matt watched his dick disappear inside his wife's sister once more. It felt even better than he remembered. Before actually starting to fuck Matt again though, Priscilla looked at him from over her shoulder.

"You are going to fuck me and fill me at least five times more than Sondra from now on, brother! I want to leave as little sperm in those nuts as possible for my sister. I want it, and I will have it, not her but her sister is going to have her hubby's seed inside of her. And I'll have her husband's babies too. Every time I go to your place Matt, I want you to have previously filled me so I can walk around my sister knowing that I have her husband's cum in me... and she has the leftovers! Will you do that for me?" She put a little pout in the question and gyrated her hips around his dick. Her question was redundant. Matt was hers now and he would do anything for her hot body. 

"Yessssss! I'll do anything for, Priscilla." Matt caved in. He grabbed her hips and began bucking up into her hot snatch.

"Yessssssssss! You belong to me now!" Priscilla leaned back onto him and put her hand behind his head. She pulled his mouth to hers and engaged him in a sloppy kiss, the only motivation being lust! They groaned as they fucked one another. Matt grabbed her breasts through her shirt and squeezed over and over again. He couldn't get enough of his sister's big tits. "Isn't it amazing Matt that you never even had to see my tits before succumbing to me? My body is that much better than my little sister's... Mmmmmmm... Even if I was clothed and she was naked... Ugh... I'd still be sexier! Ugh! Oh Jesus! Yes, Matt... Fuck me! Fuck your slutty sister-in-law!" She said through gritted teeth. 

"Oh shit! Prissy, your cunt feels so perfect!" Matt drove up into her more and more, harder and faster. 

"That's right Matt... Fuck me hard; deep... fuck me better than you fuck my little sister, your wife! Give it to Sondra's sister... don't stop giving it to me! I know you are happier fucking me than your wife, right Matt? Tell me! Tell me how hot I fucking make you, how much more you like fucking me than my sister..." Priscilla needed to hear it before she came. 

"Oh fuck Prissy! Fucking you is the best... the best goddamn sex I have ever had! I want to fuck you more than I want to fuck Sondra... your sister. I want to give you more than I give her... Ugh! God I love your pussy, it's so fucking hot!"

"Oh fuck! Yessssssssssssss! Make me cum again! Ughhhhhhhhh..." she flooded Matt's fuck-stick with her cream. Coming down from her high quickly, she leaned forward. Priscilla placed her hands on her knees and increased her humping speed. She had one mission now, make her brother cum inside her pussy and knock her up! "You're going to cum inside me now, brother! Going to fill my womb full of your seed. My belly will grow complete with the fruits of our labors or I should say pleasures... Now give me your baby!" 

It went on and on, neither of them really wanting the feeling to ever end as they fucked one another, humping their hips against each other in an illicit, sinful act! Suddenly Matt felt those familiar sparks ignite at the base of his dick and travel up his shaft, warning him that he was about to loose it. Matt picked up the pace as Priscilla gurgled and sobbed in ecstasy, begging him to shoot his sperm inside her and make her pregnant. Just as he felt the cum race up his shaft Priscilla made her pussy convulse around his rod, gripping it in flexing waves! 

"Oh yea! I'm cumming now, Priscilla! I'm gonna knock... you... up... so good! You're gonna give birth to all my babies!" Matt let loose a torrent of semen up into his wife's big sister's cunt. The sperm's goals, once inside of her, find an egg and fertilize it. And that was exactly what they were going to do. 

"That's my brother... give me your hot spunk! Flood me; I want it inside my hole... up to my womb! You're cumming more for me than you do for Sondra. Yeah! I know! You want to give the biggest wad you've ever shot... give it all to me Matt... I want you to cum more for me than you ever did for my little sister, more for me than for any other woman! Fill me with that white, hot, sticky cum that you usually give to my sister... don't keep any for her, I want it all... she won't get any of your babies. I'll have all your babies!" Priscilla smiled evilly accomplishing her mission. Matt shot jet after jet of sperm into her pussy. It was by far the biggest load of his life. They settled down and kissed each other, their tongues mashing together. "You see, brother, I am a slut." 

Later that evening, after Priscilla had fucked Matt again in his marital bed, she was still wearing the same clothes from the office. It made her feel like such a dirty slut to walk around her sister with her husband's cum making a baby in her womb at that very moment. The clothes she was wearing would become one of the many outfits she would wear around her sister after fucking Matt's brains out and draining his balls of all their sperm into her twat. 

It was bedtime again, and Matt was in his bathroom once more. Sondra was waiting for her husband again. Nothing could have prepared him for the shock of what his eyes saw after Priscilla opened the door. There she stood, in her sister's wedding dress! She walked in and locked the door again. 

"Amazing that it fits me isn't it? I mean I'm taller than Sondra and I've got much bigger tits... So let's make this quick, cause it fits real tight." She put Matt down on the toilet seat and lifted the bottom of Sondra's wedding dress above her naked pussy. "Whip it out... come on, we haven't got all night." 

Matt was hard as ever, she looked ten times better than her sister did in that dress. If Sondra looked half as good as her sister, he would've taken her before their wedding reception. "Priscilla, you really are a slut." He took his cock out without hesitation. 

"I'm my brother's slut, and soon to be the mother of his children. My sister is waiting for you to go make love to her right now. Would you like to leave and go make love to Sondra or would you rather stay here and fuck her hotter sister?" she smiled. "Your wife wants you to love her on your marital bed, where we fucked earlier, cum inside her and make her pregnant. But you'd rather stay here and knock her big sister up instead, wouldn't you?" Another wicked smile grew on her face.

"Yes, yes, Priscilla. God yes, I want to knock you up! I want you have my babies more than my wife, your sister. Please fuck me..." he begged. 

Priscilla stood right in front of Matt, looking at him with lustful intent, and then straddled herself above his lap, her drooling pussy hanging just above her little sister's husband's lurching rod! 

"Now I will fuck you the way you should have been fucked on your wedding night." She said lowering her dripping snatch.

Matt grabbed his cock and lined it up with the entrance of her steamy pit, and then watched as Priscilla lowered her seething twat down over his jerking dick. He arched his back as he felt the hot, fleshy, lips of her cunt slowly part as his cock slid up into her burning, wet canal. As his cock eased its way up into the hot, clutching softness of her cunt, Matt felt it collapse down around his tingling shaft, pulling him deeper and deeper into the depths of her boiling channel. Sucking and clutching on the bloated cock, her cunt sucked more and more of him inside her. 

"Oh, God!" Priscilla gasped quietly as her ass came to rest in her brother's lap, her belly pressed against his, a belly that would soon swell with his baby, as his dick was completely buried up into the fuming core of her cunt. 

She rested there for a moment, her hands clutching at his shoulders and his wrapped around her waist. Her little sister's wedding dress now covered the penetration of their illicit act. 

Then, as Prissy ground her twat down around the base of his dick, their mouths met in a fiery kiss. Grunting and groaning, they pressed their bodies together as their mouths hungrily devoured each other. Finally they came up for air, and as he sat on the toilet there reveling in the feeling, Priscilla began to slowly lifting her ass up and down, sawing Matt's prick in and out of her wondrous, glorious sex-hole. He wanted to pound his cock into her as hard as he could, but the cheating husband knew it would make too much noise.

"Oh Jesus, Matt! It feels so... fucking... good! Ughhhhh!" She groaned above him, sliding her clutching cunt up and down the shaft. Matt lifted his ass up and down, meeting her with long, deep, thrusting strokes. "That's it brother! You're gonna cum for me now! Cum more for me than you did for my sister on your honeymoon!" Priscilla moaned between thrusts.

"Yea... I will!" He answered, continuing to fuck his cock up into her.

"You like fucking me more than Sondra, right?" 

"Yes, oh God yessss! You're the best!" he pounded up into her. 

"Do you love my hot body more than you love my sister all together? Huh?" Priscilla's cunt squeezed his cock, demanding an answer. 

"Yessss, Priscilla! I love your fucking hot body more than my wife! Your body is perfect!" he continued to drive inside her. 

"Yesssss, what a good brother..." she groaned and continued bouncing. 

Panting like dogs, they continued to slide his drenched cock in and out of her torrid cunt as she slowly lifted her legs and bent them back down, letting Matt impale her to the limit every time his cock slid back in. It was both maddening and delirious keeping this quiet pace so as to not let Sondra hear them.

Suddenly Matt could feel that familiar tingling start at the base of his balls and he knew the end was in sight. He didn't want this fuck session to end. It was perfection, fucking his wife's sister with her in his wife's wedding dress. He grabbed her ass tightly and started furiously lifting his hips up and down, his cock wildly plowing in and out of her sopping hole. Priscilla seemed to be on the verge as well, because she started rising and lowering herself on him in a frantic pace. The sloppy sounds of their sex organs pounding each other were louder than their suppressed moans. 

"Oh shit, Prissy, gonna cum, I'm gonna cum!" Matt whispered passionately to her, his hips rocking up and down rapidly.

"Yesssss, yessssss! Me too! Cum inside me! Knock me up!" Priscilla hissed, thrusting herself down at him every time he drove my cock up into her, matching his rhythm perfectly. "Oohh God Matt, do it! do it! Cum in me! Cum inside my cunt and... ugh... give... me... ughhh... your... baby!" she wheezed as her hips flashed up and down maniacally.

Then all at once Matt felt his balls erupt into a fiery upheaval, spewing and spurting his baby making juice. The floodgates inside his balls were blown apart and a spewing gusher of white-hot semen violently spurted out into his sister's hungry, sucking cunt.

"Oh, yesssssss!" she hissed again as her arms and legs began to flail out wildly inside her little sister's wedding dress. "Oh Chrrrissstt!" she wheezed as her cunt started spasmming like crazy around his shaft, sucking and pulling on him as her orgasm washed over her.

Over and over again, Matt's dick fired off inside of her, quickly filling her clutching hole as her brother emptied his load deep into Priscilla's hot, milking cunt. Her orgasm seemed to go on and on as her cunt felt like a giant sucking hole, pulling him deeper and deeper and sucking every last drop of Matt's hot, thick cum until he thought his balls were completely drained. Then, suddenly, he felt his prick gathering itself for one last ball twisting ejaculation.

"Oh God! Amaaaazzzing!" He grunted, as his dick lurched and spewed out one final, burning gusher of cum into Sondra's sister. 

"Ohhh yessssss! Give it all to me!" Priscilla groaned, hunching herself down at him, pressing his wife's wedding dress against his chest, locking her pussy muscles down around his now empty pole as it jerked one last time. Exhausted, she grunted as her weight fell down on Matt, her head on his shoulder. Priscilla didn't say it, but she knew that he had done the deed; she was pregnant with her brother's baby. 

They sat there in a collapsed heap for several moments, trying to collect the strength to move. It was the best fuck of both their lives. Matt thought at that moment that he should ask Priscilla if he should divorce her little sister and marry her. But he quickly realized that wasn't what either of them wanted. He still loved Sondra, even though he loved her big sister's body more, making it hard to hurt her. Their relationship was purely sexual bliss, and nothing more. And besides, the reason it was so good was that they were betraying Sondra behind her back. 

Knock, knock! "Matt are you okay? You've been in there a while." Sondra was right outside the bathroom door! 

Before Matt even had a chance to panic or respond, Priscilla reached over him and flushed the toilet. As the sound filled the room, she hopped off his flaccid penis. "Just finishing up, dear." He spat out as Priscilla kneeled down and swallowed his wilting cock. Matt looked at her in disbelief. But all she did was clean their juices off of him. His sister winked at him and stepped quickly into the shower and closed the door concealing herself, and the toilet flush still covering their rustling. Matt wiped off Priscilla's spit from his dick and stuffed it back in his briefs. And stood up and opened the door, leading his wife to their bedroom, not giving her a chance to look inside the bathroom. 

Priscilla emerged from the bathroom after they had gone inside their room. She walked into hers with an evil grin on her face. Priscilla getting knocked up by her little sister's husband while wearing her sister's bridal dress was the greatest experience of her life. She felt his cum leak out of her pussy and down her thighs as she walked into her room. 

Sondra was stunned again, as her husband could not get a hard-on for her for the second night in a row. 

Six months later

Priscilla's phone rang on her desk, she fumbled with it, before answering. "Ugh, hello? Oh..." she said into the receiver.

"Pris, it's me, can I talk to Matt please?" Sondra sounded like she was in tears. 

"Well sure baby sister, hold on, let me connect you." She put her hand over the receiver before handing it to her sister's husband. Matt grunted before taking the phone. He hated it when his wife would call in the middle of him hammering her big sister. His dick pulsated, ready to cum inside Priscilla's pussy once more. She was laid out on her big desk in her now bigger entrance room to Matt's office, with the blinds down and the door locked. She was fully clothed in an office outfit that looked exactly like her little sister's favorite suit, but it looked hotter on Priscilla. The only thing she didn't have on was a pair of panties as Matt drove his cock in and out of her steaming hot cunt. 

"Yes honey, ugh, what is it?" he asked, pumping his married prick into his slut's pussy. 

"Uh, are you okay dear? You sound out of breath again." She inquired like she always did.

"I was just running around the office again, sweetie. Work is tough and we are really...uggh, busy!" he slammed into her big sister again and again. "What's wrong, baby?" he asked hearing her crying, but not really caring why. 

"I went to the doctor today, Matt... He told me... I'm not pregnant." She sobbed. "I thought we might have done it this time, baby. I'm sorry... I swear I'll give you the family you want..." She really was a dumb shit though. They had fucked so many times with her in the house and she never suspected a thing. 

"It's okay honey... we... will... just... have... to keep... ugh... trying!" Matt responded.

Priscilla smiled, she knew what that meant. Her sister had yet to get pregnant. It was no wonder to her and Matt why it hadn't happened yet. Sondra's big sister left little or no sperm in Matt's nuts for her to get loaded by. Priscilla beamed as she ripped open the bottom of her blouse, exposing the big round bulge in her belly. Her hands roamed over her six-month pregnant tummy, as she loved to do every time she fucked her little sister's husband. 

"Hell, if my big sister can get knocked up with twins in some one night stand, then I can get pregnant by my own husband." Sondra stated. She sounded motivated. Oh no! Matt thought, he was gonna have to make love to her tonight. Damn!

"Alright honey... ugh, ugh, calm down. I have... to go... nowwww! I'll see you later tonight." He sounded the part of a good husband over the phone, aside from the grunts. It was really tough to stifle them while fucking Priscilla. 

"Okay, dear. Bye." She hung up as cheerful as ever. Sondra couldn't wait for her husband to get home; she would cook him up a surprise. 

Matt hung up. "Oh fuck, Priscilla! I'm gonna cum in your pregnant pussy!" he hunched and shot his hot load into her seething, heavy with children snatch. She was going to have a boy and a girl. Priscilla came as well as always. Matt never disappointed his slut. 

"Kiss my belly, brother. Kiss your babies." She grew another sinful grin. 

"Yes... sister." He obeyed, planting soft kisses all over her weighty abdomen.



Priscilla's Palace of Pain



Author's note: This story's main element is humiliation, some elements of it borderline on slapstick. It is about a haughty prospective princess being dramatically humbled. It is pure fantasy. If you like this kind of thing please continue to read. Includes, Spanking, Oral Sex, BDSM, Analingus, and Humiliation.

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"The Palace"

Priscilla Conwyn stepped halfway out of her ornate carriage. Her chauffeur the dignified Hamilton stood in front of her was flanked by two royal guards. Priscilla calmly turned her head and slowly took in the splendor of the Grand Palace. She was certain that what she was looking at was her deserved home, she knew with great certainty that she would eventually rule over the entire kingdom. 

Priscilla spoke with an air of haughty dignity "I am pleased to have arrived in this place, the road here was impossibly bumpy."

Priscilla's flowing dress gently grazed upon the cobblestone ground as she finally fully stepped out of the carriage. Her dress was adorned with glitter and shimmered in the sunlight. Priscilla's family had arranged for Priscilla to meet High Prince Blaine on this evening. It was traditional for the noble family of the highest prestige to marry their eldest daughter to the High Prince and Priscilla's family had politicked their way into this standing. Priscilla had been told that she one day would cement her family's legacy into the royal family. Priscilla was told that she was destined to become Queen. Priscilla took the obligation of her destiny seriously, and thus acted as a Queen even before becoming a princess. Priscilla was not concerned with difficult decisions that a powerful Queen would most likely have to make, instead, she was mostly concerned with the pomp and circumstance, with the adoration and the etiquette, with the petty power plays she could perpetrate on the lower nobility and the servants of her future kingdom. Priscilla was determined to look and act the part of a Queen in the most shallow form of the word. 

Back on Conwyn Manner Priscilla was known secretly as "The Tyrant," she was allowed to treat the servants and lower members of the nobility with complete contempt. The entire manner walked on eggshells around Priscilla, knowing full well that one day she would most likely become Queen. Every servant and people of lower status than Priscilla were expected to treat her with pure reverence and if they did not, Priscilla was very creative in her punishments. Priscilla had a great love for watching the ritualistic canning of a servant's bare backside. It was a common entertainment for Priscilla at dinner parties. The most minor of crimes could result in a public caning, a single olive falling from a serving plate, a drop of wine spilled upon the floor, accidentally coughing had all been reasons for Priscilla to pursue this punishment against the lowly servants. Guests were expected to clap and cheer on as they witnessed these punishments, for if they did not act overjoyed they too would induce Priscilla's wrath. Witnessing these punishments would make Priscilla's heart flutter, she could not help but smile with unbridled glee.

Now as Priscilla walked towards the palace to meet her destiny, her path was obscured by a small puddle. The first rain of the year had recently occurred, spotting the magnificent Grand palace courtyard with puddles. Priscilla could have easily modified her strides and stepped over the puddle, yet this modification of her stride would momentarily make her look like a regular lowly human being and not the embodiment of royalty that she so desired to be, so she stopped and looked at Hamilton, her trusty chauffeur. Hamilton knew what to do, he removed his white coat and placed it, spread over the puddle. Hamilton could not help but cringe as he saw Priscilla step onto his coat, soiling it with rainwater.

Hamilton was no ordinary chauffeur. Hamilton's position was itself a form of punishment. Originally Hamilton was the head of the Lockridge family. The Lockridge family was from a long caste of nobility, yet Hamilton's father had squandered the family's wealth in foolish investments. When Hamilton's father passed, Hamilton inherited nothing but massive debt, he had no choice but to liquidate his assets to pay his debts. Hamilton's son Dane Lockridge was most recently admitted to the most prestigious naval academy in the entire kingdom. If Hamilton's son could rise to the rank of Admiral the Lockridge family would be returned to prominence, yet Hamilton was in severe debt and could no longer afford his son's tuition and no banker would loan him money. So Hamilton begged his rival family the Conwyn's to allow him to work in service to them in order to pay for his son's naval academy tuition. The head of the Conwyn's family was as sadistic as his daughter and assigned Hamilton the most difficult task of chauffeuring his spoiled eldest daughter. As an older dignified Man, Hamilton was forced to wait hand and foot on Priscilla and although he resented his job he never let it show.

Hamilton still looked like nobility, he wore an elegantly trimmed gray beard, he was always immaculately dressed. The white jacket that Priscilla had just recently soiled without care was in effect a heirloom. It was a jacket used by Hamilton's great-grandfather during his coronation as a military adviser for the King at the time. As Hamilton picked up his soiled jacket, he briefly and silently contemplated how far his family's prestige had fallen. Hamilton slung the jacket over his shoulder and continued to follow Priscilla, who seemed to hover over the earth with her large ornate white dress. Priscilla was destined to make a spectacular impression upon the royal family.

The doors the Grand Palace swung open and immediately upon entering the great hall that lead to the Royal Throne room trumpet music blared. Elegantly dressed men played the royal anthem alerting the Queen of her esteemed guest's arrival. Priscilla turned her head upwards and looked at the vaulted ceilings. Priscilla could feel she was walking on marble floors, even as the trumpets blazed she could hear the sound of her shoes tapping against the marble as she walked. Priscilla let out a smile of pure satisfaction, she could feel her destiny awaiting her in the throne room.

Priscilla was again in awe as the doors to the throne room finally opened, to reveal a massive room, even more, decorated than the hall she was just in. As the doors were closed behind her the trumpets stopped blaring. Many yards ahead a large group of Royals stood, in the center the Queen. The tapping of Priscilla's and her company's boots, shoes and heels rang through the Throne Room, echoing. Priscilla was nervous to meet the Queen, it was most likely more important to impress her majesty than her son. The Queen had a reputation of being stern, but fair, she was a popular Queen, yet her health was in question.

It was twenty years ago that the heroic King Herold had died in battle, leaving the Kingdom to Queen Octavia. Octavia wore nothing but long elegant black dresses after her husband died. Octavia quite purposefully did not remarry as herself and Herold already had an heir to the throne in the High Prince Blaine. Blaine was trained and educated through great expense to carry on the Kingdom's rich military and philosophical traditions, already High Prince Blaine was a decorated General in the Army and a trusted adviser on economic policy. Through Octavia's reign the Kingdom had become more powerful and esteemed than ever before and as the fortunes of its citizens increased, so did the splendor of the Queen's palace. If Priscilla were to inherit the Kingdom someday she would be in a position of unimaginable wealth.

Priscilla stopped and bowed approximately ten feet from Queen Octavia as per tradition. Priscilla looked up as she bowed to see the Queen flanked by High Prince Blaine, dressed in full military regalia. He was more handsome in person than in the paintings she had seen of him previously. His strong masculine jaw and broad shoulders nicely contrasted with his soft blue eyes and youthful smooth skin. Another General named Silas, stood stoically at the Queen's other side, it was rumored he was the Queen's lover, but of course, this was not confirmed. Next to the High Prince Blaine were Blaine's younger sisters; Rosemary and Violet, they looked down upon Priscilla with great judgment, they looked like wolves who wanted to tear Priscilla apart.

Violet and Rosemary both merely 21, and 20 respectively were great admirers of their older brother and wanted nothing but the best for him. They both wore large beautiful dresses, yet their dresses were nowhere near as beautiful as Priscilla's. It was the glitter on Priscilla's dress that made her truly look like a Princess. Physically Rosemary and Violet did not look like sisters, one short and voluptuous, one tall and thin, one with blond hair one with brown, yet they were indeed sisters. They were notorious for their catty behavior towards beautiful women around their older brother's age. They knew full well that the woman their brother married would hold great influence over him, and most importantly whoever married their brother would usurp them in power. Violet and Rosemary saw themselves as their brother's guardians, they were inherently suspicious and jealous of the women who wished to court their brother.

The silence was broken by the Queen letting out an echoing raspy cough, seemingly letting the whole room know of her limited health. The Queen stood and she spoke, with a shaky voice that still somehow remained elegant, loud and full of authority.

"Welcome Priscilla of the esteemed Conwyn family, our families have held strong relations through the years and most recently your family has become the most powerful noble family in the land. As per tradition, you are betrothed to my eldest son, Blaine." 

The Queen coughed and paused, then began to speak again.

"As know all too well, one of the burdens of being wealthy and powerful is that our marriages must be based on alliances. Yet with this being said, I must say that I fell deeply in love with Herold, albeit after our marriage. Knowing the Conwyn family as fierce defenders of tradition, order and stability, I see no reason why a strong bond between Blaine and yourself Priscilla cannot be had."

Priscilla looked at Blaine and Blaine looked at her, Priscilla felt an immediate connection to the handsome prince, she could not help but crack a smile. Priscilla's heart fluttered with excitement as the prince smiled back at her, acknowledging that he was attracted to her as well. Priscilla's eyes met the Queen's eyes again and even the Queen let out a smile. Then the Queen began to talk again.

"The purpose of this meeting is for my son and the eldest daughter of the Conwyn family to meet each other, and become familiar with each other's tendencies, before returning to their own manors and then reconvening for a grand marriage ceremony right here in the Grand Palace. Of course, it must be said that if either of you finds a good reason not to marry, the marriage may be called off."

Priscilla looked over towards Blaine's sisters, their arms folded across their chests, their eyes staring daggers at Priscilla. Priscilla swallowed deeply, the two sisters would be difficult for Priscilla to impress enough for them to approve her marriage to Blaine. Although in the end their approval did not matter as much as the Queen's. Priscilla told herself to be at the height of her good behavior and not to do anything that would upset anyone. With the Queen's speech finished Blaine walked towards Priscilla. In Priscilla's mind, he was doing so in slow motion, her heart was beating rapidly, her romantic destiny beginning.

"May I take your hand?" The Prince said in a deep and dignified voice.

Priscilla was barely able to speak,"Certainly."

The prince gently took Priscilla's hand and gently kissed it, he looked into her eyes longingly after doing so. For Priscilla time seemed to freeze, she nearly felt faint, then the Queen spoke.

"Let us leave these two alone."

After the Queen spoke all of the parties in the Throne room left the room, Violet and Rosemary left in a huff, looking over their shoulders as they stormed off.

Blaine noticed that Priscilla was bothered by his sisters, "Do not mind them, they just want the best for me." 

"I have done nothing to them, why are they so rude?" Priscilla said angrily.

"I am very sorry, they have been spoiled, they have not gotten the rigorous training and education that I received, they are bitter, for they are destined to be mere socialites. I truly do not blame their bitterness, for it is unfair to them. I also appreciate them as siblings, despite their lack of education they wish for the best for myself and this Kingdom, they are not merely satisfied with their own privilege. They want me to marry someone who will is a good influence on the kingdom and they do not trust you yet, but in time they will, as by all accounts you seem to carry yourself with the utmost elegance. I am sure that by the time we get married they will be your greatest champions, for they are very loyal to this family."

"I certainly hope so." Priscilla said to the prince.

"Let me give you a tour of the palace grounds, there is a lot to see."

In what seemed like a daydream, Priscilla was whisked away by the charming prince to see opulent room after opulent room. The Grand palace seemed to go on forever and ever, no expense was spared in its construction, mirrors, gold plating, silver and stained glass was everywhere. Priscilla became immensely excited about the prospects of living and practically owning such a place. Priscilla was in awe of the way the servants performed so swiftly and immaculately in their tasks.

"Your servants, they are excellent" Priscilla commented towards the prince.

"Yes, my mother has put a priority on the servants executing their tasks with a great amount of precision, you see she is very strict, yet very fair. Any kind of insubordination or failure on behalf of a servant, or even nobility is met with the same punishment. If the error was made as simply as a mistake, the servant may be warned, if it happens again they may be canned. Worse happens, if the servant has been dishonest or malicious, or their error particularly consequential."

"What to do you mean, more severe?" Priscilla asked inquisitively.

"Shame, humiliation, I am sorry to say. My mother's method, although cruel, it is effective."

"Shame, humiliation, how so?" Priscilla pause, smiling somewhat sadistically.

"Nudity, various levels of it I am afraid to say. Possibly their buttocks are bared and struck, possibly completely nude, always with an audience. I find this deplorable, it is a point of contention between my mother and me." The Prince seemed exhausted even explaining, his mother's punishment policy.

Priscilla hid her smile, although Priscilla herself was more arbitrary and sadistic to the Queen, she was glad to know that she would get the pleasure of witnessing such punishments in her new home, once she married the prince.

"Don't you find it deplorable?" The prince questioned.

"Yes...yes of course." Priscilla replied.

"I am glad we are in agreement, many things will change when I am King. I love my mother and my family, but I feel as though they possess an unseemly streak of sadism."

The Prince and Priscilla walked through the Grand Palace and its grounds, viewing gardens, libraries and art galleries. Priscilla listened to the Prince speak and feigned agreement with every topic he brought up, despite the fact that she had no interest in his proposed economic, military or social policies. The High Prince Blaine seemed to enjoy Priscilla agreeing with his long winded diatribes. The visit was going extraordinarily well for both parties. Priscilla impressing the prince and cementing herself as the future High Princess and eventual Queen, the Prince getting someone who will listen to him and most importantly agrees with him on everything.

***

"The Room of Mirrors"

Eventually, the Prince and Priscilla found themselves in a room the Prince referred to a "My room of mirrors."

Once in the "room of mirrors" High Prince Blaine softly touched Priscilla on her cheek turning her head towards him, and then he softly kissed her on her lips. Priscilla could feel the heat emanating from the Prince's flesh, she was already swooning, her heart fluttering with unbridled desire.

"I may be a Prince, but I am not old fashioned, I want to know what I am getting into." The Prince softly whispered into Priscilla's ear.

Priscilla looked around the room, every square inch of the room was a mirror.

"Do you feel the same?" High Prince Blaine said to Priscilla goading her further.

Priscilla looked into High Prince Blaine's eyes and said, "yes."

"I must see you in the flesh, I must see that you are willing to please me, in the ways that I require." The prince said as he softly touched Priscilla's cheek and looked deeply into her eyes.

"disrobe" The Prince stated, clearly breathing heavily himself.

"Disrobe? No one has seen me in the nude."

"It will only be me, I will be the only one to see you and if you wish to marry me, don't you want to know if I find you beautiful? Don't you want to know what I require? What about you, what do you require of me?"

Priscilla was confused by the Prince's line of questioning, but she knew that if she were to marry the Prince she must impress him. So Priscilla began to disrobe.

High Prince Blaine's trousers bulged as he saw Priscilla slowly remove the top half of her dress to reveal medium sized round breasts. Priscilla was red in the face, no man had ever seen her in the nude. Priscilla looked at all of the mirrors around her, she knew the prince would see her from every angle.

Priscilla stopped and asked a question. "How many women have you brought into this room?"

"Priscilla my dear, I am, but a mortal and I do say that I have committed several acts of sin with some paid courtesans, but after today, I can assure you that if I can see that my needs will be met that I will commit myself to you fully."

Priscilla paused with her hand on her hip, standing topless in front of the High Prince, "And what are these needs? What do you require?"

The High Prince looked nervous, but he composed himself enough to speak bluntly, "I require servitude, believe it or not, having a taxing decision making position like myself, leaves me feeling helpless, the Sword of Damocles dangles above my head, like my family, my sisters and my mother I do feel pleasure in a certain type of sadism, but not the public type, I like the intimate private type."

Priscilla paused, she knew there would be a catch to marrying the Prince. Priscilla was not used to sacrificing her dignity, but she felt as though she had no choice. She understood the Prince's desire, she herself as a sadist after all. Yet, Priscilla was not one to submit herself, to anyone. Priscilla let her mind wander. Possibly submitting herself to such a handsome and powerful man would bring her a new pleasure, she had never dedicated herself to anyone but herself her whole life. Priscilla believed that at worst she would only sacrifice some of her dignity in private to be able to stand with more dignity and esteem in front of the public. After all, this is what Priscilla craved more than anything. Public adoration. Priscilla began to disrobe more, disrobing the lower part of her dress, exposing her naked ass to the High Prince.

"I like a woman with a thick ass, I find it quite attractive." The prince was sweating as he looked at Priscilla, completely nude except for her white stockings. Priscilla felt a twinge of anger strike her when she heard the prince say she had a "thick ass." Priscilla was self-conscious about her ass, yet she was also flattered because he found her so obviously attractive.




Priscilla's Palace of Pain



"Remove your stockings, I want you to be starkly naked before me."

Priscilla looked around the room of mirrors, as she kneeled to remove her stockings. Priscilla's whole body was turning crimson, she had never felt so exposed in her life. After removing her second stocking, her feet pressed against the cold marble floor and she stood trembling before the High Prince.

"You have the face of royalty, long flowing blonde hair, round fleshy breasts, smooth white skin, a large posterior, thick delicious thighs and the beautiful unspoiled feet of a royal woman. I lust for you so." The High Prince dropped his trousers, exposing his large veiny cock, it was absurdly erect.

Priscilla could not help but to lust after the High Prince's handsome prick, her mouth began to water as she gazed at it.

"I see you desire me." The Prince said as he looked at the lustful and nude, Priscilla.

"Yes." Was all Priscilla could mutter.

"What do you require of me, I have been forthright with you, now you tell me what you desire."

Priscilla breathed heavily, still transfixed on the High Prince's cock. "I...I desire...you...I want to please you, I want your cum." Priscilla surprised herself with her comment. Priscilla's fantasies up to this point, the thoughts onto which she stroked herself before she went to sleep at night, were run of the mill romantic fantasies, or fantasies of power, herself dominating a lowly servant. Priscilla's sex fantasies were underdeveloped and she had little experience with actual sex. Priscilla had forced a few stable boys to lick her in earlier years, but she had never been penetrated, she had never tasted anyone else's flesh. She was now ready. Without being asked to Priscilla lowered herself to her knees and looked up at the High Prince, his cock dangling before her, she licked her lips.

"I can tell you like myself are drunk with lust, I can tell you want to bury your face into my loins, but first I want you to kiss my boots." The Prince was clearly horny and nervous making this proclamation. 

Priscilla was flooded with emotions, she was angry at the request, but also shocked by her own sexual impulses, she badly wanted to take the High Prince in her mouth, she wanted to feel his veiny cock on her lips. Priscilla lowered herself, her hair touching the floor, her lips puckered and moved towards the High Prince's left boot.

Priscilla kissed the boot, her ass jutting in the air as she did so, Priscilla curled her toes in disgust as she did the deed, then she moved to the other boot and kissed it. A draft of air breezed up against her exposed vagina. The High Prince could see everything.

Priscilla looked up at the High Prince, gently pecking his legs, moving her lips up towards his thighs. The Prince let out a pleasurable moan as Priscilla came ever closer to his cock. Priscilla herself was now breathing heavily, she felt herself, she was dripping wet. 

"I see a puddle of your juices pooling below you." The High Prince said breathing heavily, his own cock producing a small amount of thick semen. 

Priscilla kissed the High Prince's cock head, tasting the thick pre-cum, her heart raced, she could no longer hold back. Priscilla began to stroke herself from her knees as she violently bobbed her head up and down on the High Prince's cock. She loved it's fleshy texture, its masculine taste, her hand that was not stroking herself cupped and pulled at her breasts. 

The Prince gripped Priscilla's hair and pushed his cock into her throat. Priscilla gagged and wretched. The Prince thrust his cock deeply into Priscilla's throat. Briefly, Priscilla's eyes darted to her side, she saw her own profile in a mirror. She saw her mouth being used harshly, she saw a mixture of drool and cum drip from her chin and sway, then break, falling onto her thigh.

"Look at me!" The High Prince said as he continued to harshly thrust his hips into Priscilla's mouth. Priscilla's eyes darted up to the High Prince's eyes, she saw a mixture of anger, determination, and unbridled lust in his eyes. Priscilla's hand was completely soaked in her own juices, her mind was completely overtaken by her desire for the Prince. 

Then the High Prince relented, he pulled his cock out of Priscilla's mouth.

"Stay there." The High Prince backed and took off his boots and stepped out of his trousers. He walked backwards and sat down on a cushioned chair, he lifted and spread his legs.

Drooling and heaving, her hair a mess Priscilla looked forward at the High Prince, his balls and rock hard cock rested upon his stomach as he slouched on the chair.

"Crawl to me, like a Tigress in the jungle." 

Priscilla shaking with lust began to slowly and seductively crawl towards the Prince, her lips glistened with bodily fluids as she stared at the exposed Prince with an animalistic glare. The Prince's eyes darted between meeting Priscilla's eyes and looking at the mirrors behind her as she crawled.

Once she reached the High Prince she immediately and instinctively started licking at his balls. The Prince let out a pleasurable moan and let Priscilla bury herself in his sack. Priscilla resumed furiously stroking herself as she continued her lustful escapades.

"Lower, go lower." Priscilla moved her tongue into the place between the Prince's anus and his scrotum and licked up and down. The Prince moaned, he put his own hands on his buttocks and spread them. Priscilla became nervous, sensing that he wanted her tongue to lap at his anus.

"Take your hands and spread your ass for me." The Prince said as he let out small sounds of pleasure.

Priscilla was torn between continuing to stroke herself and obeying the Prince's request. Priscilla breathed heavily and reluctantly removed her hand from her crotch and pulled her ass cheeks apart. Priscilla continued to lick but felt unnaturally exposed as cold air brushed up against her anus. Priscilla, however, was turned on by the thought that absolutely all of her was exposed.

"Lower." The High Prince said through moans. 

Priscilla stopped and she swallowed, her hands still prying her ass cheeks wide. Priscilla took a deep breath, Priscilla was aroused by the High Prince's arousal, she wanted to please him badly. Priscilla took a deep breath and lowered herself, her tongue tasted the High Prince's anus. The High Prince immediately let out a long pleasurable moan. Priscilla was not thrilled about the taste of the High Prince's anus, but she was turned on by his pleasure. Priscilla began to lick gently at the Prince's anus, performing the most altruistic act of her life. 

Priscilla loved listening to the Prince's loud lustful cries, she began to lick the Prince's anus more aggressively to force him into louder more uncontrolled moans. 

Before Priscilla knew it she was aggressively lapping at the Prince's anus, pushing her tongue the best she could into his arsehole. She badly wanted to stroke herself, but her hands remained behind her holding her cheeks open, exposing her own asshole to the open air.

As Priscilla lustfully and aggressively tongued the Prince's anus, he began to stroke himself with one hand and push Priscilla's face into his anus with the other. The Prince's balls rested over Priscilla's nose and eyes. The Prince's crotch completely enveloped her.

Priscilla found herself in a haze of lust, she grunted and moaned into the Prince as he let out a loud orgasmic sound. Priscilla felt a warm liquid fall onto her forehead, and then her nose, a harsh spurt of it hit her in one eye. Priscilla could not contain her disgust, as she felt the warm goo slowly drip down her flesh. The High Prince was gently growling in pleasure, a seemingly endless stream of semen battered Priscilla's face. Priscilla felt a mixture of disgust and arousal. Priscilla didn't realize it but as her face was being plastered with semen she had begun to stroke herself again. As the Prince came on her face she felt her own liquids gush all over her hand. Her lips quivered, her nostrils flared. With one eye plastered shut from the High Prince's semen and one eye open looking up at the spent Prince, Priscilla began to shake, she let out a loud orgasmic scream, and buckled over, then rolled onto her back, Priscilla kicked her bare legs in the air, she curled and uncurled her toes as she moaned and writhed. The Prince now completely spent looked down from his now standing position.

As the Prince dressed himself Priscilla laid on the marble floor spread eagle with cum dripping off her face, she seemed almost frozen, except for her rising and lowering diaphragm. Her face slowly became crimson with shame as she realized what she had done in her lust filled haze. She had never dreamed that her tongue would ever lap the anus of a man, that cum would ever drip off her face, or that she would ever be aroused by such wanton and disgusting acts.

"Collect yourself, there is still much to see in this Palace." High Prince Blaine was already dressed.

Priscilla wanted nothing more than for the Prince to lay next to her and spoon her, to stroke her hair. The Prince instead threw her a towel to clean off her face and waited impatiently for Priscilla to get dressed.

The High Prince gave Priscilla a playful slap to her bottom once she stood up, forcing Priscilla to jump and yelp.

"Did that really hurt?" The Prince inquired.

"Yes, indeed I am a respectable lady who has not been struck on my buttocks before." Priscilla said in a huff.

Priscilla began to become angry as she dressed herself. She had lowered herself for the Prince mightily and in hindsight humiliated herself, yet she had the most powerful pleasurable orgasmic experience of her life. Priscilla badly wanted to have another dalliance with the Prince, but she also wanted to assert her own superiority over a servant, just to let herself know that she was a powerful respectable person of high birth and social standing. For at the moment she felt as though the High Prince had treated her like a lowly whore.

When the Prince and Priscilla finally exited the room of mirrors Priscilla was again humiliated by The High Prince's sister Violet handing her a hairbrush while giggling. Priscilla had forgotten to comb her hair after her dalliance with the prince and now someone knew that Priscilla had given herself away.

As the Prince, who was completely ignorant of this situation, as well as Priscilla's feelings blissfully continued showing Priscilla various rooms of the Palace. Meanwhile Priscilla stewed with anger and shame, while also lustfully already wishing for another trip to the "room of mirrors."

***

3. The Gallery Incident

"Now, it is not our usual policy to show first time guests, our Grand Gallery, but I trust you as a cultured individual will enjoy it plenty, so I am taking you to it." The Prince said with glee as he walked with Priscilla through a large hallway towards a double wide door flanked by two guards.

"I cannot wait to see it." Priscilla had no real interest in the Grand Gallery, in fact she found art and artifacts quite boring, yet as she had done for the entire visit she feigned interest to impress the Prince.

Just as the door to the gallery opened, Silas, the general from the throne room approached from behind.

"High Prince, quickly there is news of a desperate situation in the far east, our campaign has hit a snag, we must hastily create a plan in the war room!" There was desperation in Silas' voice. The prince looked torn, he looked at Priscilla and then he looked at Silas.

"Come, there is no time to waste!" Silas said sternly.

"Priscilla I must go, I will get a servant to show you through, you mustn't miss the Grand Gallery, wait right here." 

Priscilla stewed, "After their sexual encounter, how could he leave her?" Priscilla though. Feeling abandoned Priscilla fantasized about punishing a lowly servant to get her mind off of her resentful feelings.

As the High Prince rushed off towards the war room Priscilla took a deep breath, it had been exhausting putting on airs for the prince, she was not accustomed to being in a position of submission. Priscilla was painfully aware that her visit stood to benefit herself and her family much more than it benefited the High Prince and his family. If Priscilla was deemed unworthy of the crown, there would be many other ambitious noble women more than willing to take her place. Yet sadly for Priscilla, there was no other man available that could potentially turn her into a Queen. Priscilla also knows now that since she had most likely impressed the Prince with her willingness to indulge in his desires that her union with him was all but sealed, Yet Priscilla felt post coitus shame, the taste of the Prince's cock, balls, and anus still could be tasted on her tongue.

"What are you staring at!" Priscilla harshly said to one of the guards standing next to her as he made eye contact. The guard looked down at his feet as Priscilla scolded him.

Priscilla let out a sigh of relief, she relished her return to the dominant position. Priscilla looked around the palace as she waited. Priscilla remembered to keep her thoughts towards her goal, if Priscilla could just continue to impress the High Prince and his family for a little while longer, then she would be able to lord over many hundred more servants than she was used to, her power and prestige would be magnified one-hundred fold.

Priscilla rolled her eyes as she saw a young servant girl approach. The servant girl nervously bowed to Priscilla.

"Hello, my name is Eliza, High Prince Blaine has given me the privilege of escorting you through the Grand Gallery."

Eliza was enamored by Priscilla's beauty, even a slight bit envious. Eliza wished to be anything but a servant, it was her dream to be a blonde caricature of the storybook princess. While Priscilla met every category of this look, Eliza did not. Although Eliza was beautiful, she did not know it, her face perpetually sullied with dirt from her daily tasks, her dark tangled hair, her drab, stained servant's garb all distanced herself from anything approaching nobility.

Eliza was abandoned as a child and lived in a wretched orphanage growing up. She took solace in reading about the daily happenings in the palace, the lavish weddings, the intrigue, the drama, Eliza grew up impoverished, but idolizing the royal family. When Eliza was 19 she was selected to become an indentured servant for the palace, to Eliza this was like a fairy-tale, to have anything to do with her idols, to simply live in the same building as them was her dream.

So, Eliza put in a tremendous amount of effort towards her servant duties, impressing members of the royal family left and right, through her dutiful accomplishment of tasks, she quickly became one of the palace's best servants. This is why Eliza was selected to show Priscilla around the gallery, it was very rare that a servant ever stepped foot inside the gallery and Eliza was beyond honored.

Priscilla rolled her eyes and made a half-hearted courtesy back at Eliza. Priscilla made a note that the young Eliza would have been very beautiful if it were for her unsightly servant garments which were ragged and stained.

Priscilla let Eliza open the door for her and then she swiftly walked into the Gallery. The Gallery was impressive, paintings adorned the walls, but Priscilla had seen many ornate and opulent rooms and gardens throughout the day and she had become bored. Priscilla did notice a large blue vase on a pedestal in the middle of the room, it had intricate white patterns cut throughout the vase, Priscilla could not help but be impressed, despite her complete lack of interest in art.

"I myself have never been in this wonderful room, and I take it as a great privilege that the High Prince has allowed me into this esteemed gallery. I am afraid I am unlearned in the significance of these paintings, although I do see paintings of the heroic King Herold and I do know of that beautiful vase in the center." Eliza said as she looked about the room in complete awe. 

Priscilla silently but quickly walked around the center of the room, trying the feign interest in the paintings. 

"This may impress you, servant girl, but I have seen better." Priscilla said haughtily as she cut through the center of the room, towards the exit. As Priscilla did this she looked at Eliza's face turn to sheer terror.

"The Vase!" Eliza yelled out.

Priscilla turned around and in what seemed like slow motion, there she saw it, the beautiful blue and white vase wobbling on its pedestal. Priscilla in her rush to leave the gallery and get on with her day must have brushed up against it with her large white sparkling dress. Priscilla stood frozen watching as the Vase teetered on falling. Eliza, on the other hand, sprung into action lunging towards the vase to soften its fall. Yet it was of no use. The Vase fell through Eliza's hands and shattered into many fractured pieces.

Priscilla may have frozen and lacked the ability to stop the vase from shattering, but after it shattered she knew immediately what her course of action should be.

"Guards! Guards! The clumsy servant girl broke the vase!" Priscilla screamed out, Priscilla smiled haughtily at Eliza who was lying on the ground shocked, surrounded by the pieces of the vase.

Almost immediately the guards were in the Gallery, both of them angry and red in the face. "The High Prince was foolish to let such a lowly servant into this room!" One of the guards harshly yelled.

Eliza stammered, unable to point blame at the haughty noblewoman who was the true guilty party. Eliza knew that it was her word over Priscilla's and she stood no chance.

"We're taking you right to the Queen!" One of the guards said as he harshly pulled Eliza to her feet.

"You are going to have to come and bare witness what you saw to the Queen." The other guard said to Priscilla.

"I would be glad to." Priscilla said with confidence.

The two guards, Priscilla, and Eliza marched through the palace halls towards the throne room. As they marched servants and palace authorities alike asked the guards why they were marching a servant girl towards the Queen's throne room. Priscilla made sure to tell them that the servant girl broke a vase in the gallery. By the time the group had entered the throne room, dozens of people were with the group, all of them eager to see how the Queen would punish the servant girl.

As the crowd stood in the throne room, Eliza sobbed, her hot tears fell onto the marble floor, the crowd murmured, there seemed to be a sense of glee among the murmuring.

Priscilla could hear, "You think she'll be canned, whipped, you think they will bare her naked buttocks?" Priscilla smiled, it would feel just like home, to be entertained by a servant being punished in such a way.

Eventually, the Queen emerged from a side door, she looked elegant in her large black dress, slowly she walked, a chauffeur holding her hand and leading her to her throne. Once the Queen sat down she cleared her throat, the crowd became deafly silent, except for the soft sobs of Eliza.

"What is the meaning of this? Why is there such a large crowd in my courtroom, why have I been summoned? This best be worth my time, for I am gravely ill and I have no patience for any buffoonery!"

One of the guards stepped forward and nervously said, "Madam Queen, a lowly servant broke the prized Eastern Vase."

The Queen's pale face seemed to become red with anger immediately, "WHAT!" She yelled out.

Eliza was pushed forward, her head in her hands sobbing.

"Explain!" The Queen ordered.

Eliza just sobbed, unable to defend herself.

"Were there any witnesses?" The Queen spoke to the crowd.

Priscilla spoke up, "Yes, I was there."

The Queen still angry replied, "Speak now!"

Priscilla stood next to Eliza, she swallowed as she saw Violet and Rosemary, the High Prince Blaine's two sisters standing on either side of the Queen's bodyguards, their arms folded, their eyes looking at Priscilla with suspicion. Violet mouthed the word "Whore while icily staring at Priscilla."




Priscilla's Palace of Pain



Priscilla swallowed and then spoke, "The High Prince was so kind as to let me see the Gallery, but he was called off to the War Room for an urgent planning meeting, he saw my disappointment when I found out I could not view the gallery, being the gentleman that he is, he sent a trusted servant to show me the gallery. Yet she broke his trust, she did not treat the gallery with respect, she was careless and openly resentful of the High Prince's request, she clumsily knocked over the vase. The guards can attest, they walked in and she was amongst the shattered remains of your most beautiful vase, your majesty." Priscilla bowed to the Queen and stood aside.

"SERVANT! IS THIS TRUE!" The Queen screamed.

Eliza, still sobbing slowly raised her head, her chin quivered. Eliza had no recourse, she knew her punishment would be more severe, if she contradicted Priscilla's story for it would be considered further insubordination, so Eliza had to admit her folly and hope that the Queen would take mercy on her.

"Yes, yes it is true, I have erred terribly!" Eliza said, throwing herself to the floor, sobbing. "Have mercy, have mercy!" Eliza screamed.

Priscilla covered her mouth, she found Eliza's pathetic attempts at reconciliation with the Queen humorous, she was excited to see the Queen's response.

The Queen stood up and cleared her throat. "You have been honest, and admitted your folly, for this I respect you. Yet this Vase was not a merely valuable item, but a heirloom from the ancient times passed down through my family line for a thousand years! To know that it is now shattered is devastating, under normal circumstances I let foolish mistakes slide, but under this circumstance, I must issue a punishment."

The crowd hummed in excitement, Eliza's sobs grew louder. The Queen made her pronouncement, "Your buttocks shall be barred in front of this entire crowd, you will take a sound caning until I deem your punishment over!"

The crowd cheered, Priscilla smiled from ear to ear, even clapping with glee. Eliza on the other hand continued to sob. Priscilla now could have her boredom cured, it would be just like home for her. It would be therapeutic! Suddenly Priscilla heard a whisper in her ear.

"I think you did it."

Priscilla spun around towards the whisper, it was Violet, the Prince's sister.

"I am going to go and investigate." Priscilla heard Rosemary, the Prince's other sister say.

Priscilla stood with a perturbed look on her face, unable to react as the two sister's shuffled off into the distance. Priscilla felt a twinge of sweat form on her brow, she was immediately anxious about Rosemary and Violet's investigation. But Priscilla quickly concluded that there could not be any evidence of her guilt and she shrugged off her anxiety and again focused on Eliza, who was now standing in the middle of a ring of noble and servant onlookers, her servant's garb had been removed and she was standing in her underclothes.

"Remove her undergarments!" The Queen coldly spoke.

Priscilla felt a sense of pure joy as Eliza let out a scream as some guards swiftly pulled her underwear down and lifted Eliza's undershirt over her head. Eliza still sobbing clutched her breasts with her arms, her buttocks jiggled with her sobs.

"Well this should be easy for the executioner, she certainly has a big target." One jovial audience member shouted to a thunder of laughter. Eliza did have a fairly large ass. Eliza seemed to be weak in the knees, her humiliation of having been exposed to a crowd of her peers as well as the people she idolized was breaking Eliza.

"Tie her up to a rack, before she passes out!" The Queen ordered.

A wooden rack was quickly carried into the center of the Queen's throne room. The rack as they called it was merely two heavy wooden triangular beams with a smooth circular cross section. Eliza was quickly pushed over the rack, her hands swiftly but firmly tied to one of the triangular beams. Her ass jutted outward facing the Queen who was flanked by her most important dignitaries and advisers.

The scene seemed like a blur, more and more witnesses approached the large circle of onlookers, government officials and their assistants scurried across the floor. The entire palace was buzzing. Priscilla looked at the Queen directing the whole show, a simple gesture of her hand could silence the crowd at any moment, her voice although frail and sickly commanded immediate respect. Priscilla yearned for this power, she yearned to abuse it, once Priscilla became Queen it would be a daily spectacle of public torture and humiliation. Priscilla took note of the executioner's muscular build, Priscilla was going to enjoy watching this ogre of a man strike Eliza harshly on her buttocks. Priscilla bit her bottom lip, she felt herself become excited as she saw the burly executioner bring out a large switch.

The Queen raised her hand, the entire crowd quieted, the only sound was whimpering coming from Eliza. Eliza's face was contorted, her buttocks exposed and clenched, waiting for the first painful humiliating strike from the large stoic executioner.

"Executioner, take your position, I want to see you give this servant ten of your best strikes."

The executioner nodded silently and then positioned himself behind Eliza, the crowd was murmuring in anticipation. Priscilla was now completely focused on the spectacle, she reveled as she stared haughtily and cruelly at Eliza as the poor servant shook with unbridled terror. The executioner reared back his hand raising the switch high above his head and swiftly with all of his might let the switch fly through the air, only to dramatically reduce the speed in which he swung the switch right in time to merely tap poor Eliza. Eliza screamed and kicked up her stocking clad feet nonetheless. The crowd laughed, Priscilla clapped and jumped a little, forgetting to compose herself as a royal as she had been coached.

The executioner muttered something along the lines of "This one will strike." before raising his hand again. Priscilla breathed in deeply, knowing that she was going to be thoroughly entertained by Eliza's beating.

"STOP THIS AT ONCE!" The voice came from a young woman, the entire crowd turned their heads in unison. The voice was coming from the side entrance to the throne room. It was Rosemary and she was holding a piece of the broken vase.

"What is the meaning of this?" The Queen shouted, the executioner lowered his arm and himself looked over at Rosemary.

"I have proof that this poor servant did not break the vase." Rosemary said holding up the piece of the broken vase.

Priscilla rolled her eyes confident that she left no trace of her guilt, and that the punishment proceedings would continue as planned.

"Look closely at this piece, it is laden with glitter, glitter only found on my brother's courtesan Priscilla's dress."

Priscilla's face suddenly became white, she nearly fainted. Priscilla felt eyes darting in her direction, she looked at her feet and stumbled slightly. She was completely dumbfounded. Her mind raced, "Could it be true?" "Could she had left evidence of her misdeed?"

As Priscilla was standing wide-eyed and stunned an official rushed over to Rosemary, who now had a gleeful smiling Violet standing next to her and took the broken vase piece and hurried over to the Queen. The crowd murmured as the Queen inspected the piece.

After studying the broken vase piece the Queen raised her hand for silence and spoke.

"Priscilla come forth and present yourself to me." The Queen's voice was stern and had a slight inflection of anger.

Priscilla just stood, still shocked and dumbfounded by the turn of events. Priscilla did hear the order and swallowed, she attempted to calm herself and approach the situation with dignity. Priscilla realized that if she ran it would be as good as admitting guilt, she would be caught and inevitably shamed in some way by the Queen. So Priscilla slowly stepped forward. Priscilla realized that denial was her best option and that she must present herself as an innocent party. Priscilla picked up her pace, her white face was now red, she felt the stares of the people in the throne room gazing upon her. Priscilla was the center of everyone's attention, but not in a way she wanted to be. 

***

"Priscilla's Punishment"

"Come up to me." The Queen ordered as Priscilla came forward.

Priscilla could not help but shake as she walked up the small marble stairs towards the Queen's throne.

"Stand beside me." The Queen ordered.

Priscilla stood red-faced and shaking, facing the large crowd of people. Priscilla again felt faint as she saw all of the dignitaries, noblemen, noblewomen, and servant's eyes all locked on her. Priscilla felt more vulnerable than she had ever felt before, with the possible exception of just a few hours ago when she had exposed her anus in the "room of mirrors" as she licked at the Prince's arsehole.

The Queen rubbed her hand against Priscilla's glittery dress and then looked at her hand. The Queen then examined the broken vase piece, and then her hand again.

"How do you explain this?" The Queen sternly asked Priscilla.

"Your majesty, I can umm explain, as soon as the umm vase broke I immediately started cleaning up umm the pieces." Priscilla's voice immediately cracked as she nervously stumbled over her explanation.

"I was told that Eliza was frantically picking up the pieces when the guards came in, is that true guards?"

The two guards who had come onto the broken vase scene stepped forward. "Yes, your majesty."

Priscilla closed her eyes and shook, a single tear fell down her beat red face.

"Your majesty." Priscilla murmured.

"Hush, LIAR!" The Queen harshly replied.

"Please..." Priscilla nearly fainted as she became lightheaded, her world was now beginning to become a nightmare.

"QUIET! Untie the servant and let the servant speak." The Queen spoke, and the executioner put down his switch and swiftly untied Eliza, who slowly, Eliza was immediately draped in a blanket to cover her nudity.

"Yes your majesty?" The still sniffling servant said.

"Tell me the whole truth." The Queen sternly said.

"I was staffed to give Priscilla a tour of the gallery, I was elated. Priscilla did break the vase, but I did not believe anyone would take my word against such a powerful young woman." Eliza said her head bowed in shame, her hands still cupping her buttocks.

Priscilla's world was now upside down, she had never been punished in her life, she had hardly experienced any hardships, she could barely take the searing humiliation she was feeling simply being exposed as a wrongdoer. Priscilla's shame and humiliation were mixed with anger as she saw Rosemary and Violet giggling to each other and pointing at Priscilla.

The Queen then spoke again, "You lied! This is not becoming of someone who wants to be a princess in this court, I was about to punish an innocent party and you simply looked on with excitement! You are not fit for the throne!"

The Queen's words shattered Priscilla's world, she broke down, throwing herself onto her knees, blubbering and begging at the stoic and emotionless Queen.

"Please, your majesty! Please!" Priscilla pleaded, tears running down her cheeks.

"Pathetic, already begging and pleading. Don't you see, you are still to be punished. In my court, no one gets preferential treatment. I was easy on the servant because she accepted her punishment! I shall not be so easy on you!"

Eliza was ushered out of the crowd by her fellow servants. Many of the servants were visibly angry at Priscilla for accusing one of their own. Priscilla screamed and wailed at the Queen's feet as the crowd began to taunt the fallen Priscilla. Priscilla could hear the laughs of Rosemary and Violet the loudest. 

The Queen raised her hand, demanding silence once again and then she began to speak. "I want every shred of clothing removed from Priscilla's body and I want her tied to the rack, both her hands and her feet. Then let her take ten strokes to her bare arse!"

Priscilla's eye's widened, she screamed a shrill scream and pulled at her blond hair, pulling it out in clumps.

"Oh look, she's having a temper tantrum, like a little baby!" Violet said mockingly, all Priscilla could do was turn and face the two taunting royals and hiss at them.

Priscilla struggled mightily as she was unceremoniously disrobed in front of the now rowdy crowd. Priscilla's beautiful dress was torn asunder by the two guards who had found Eliza cleaning up the broken vase, as well as the executioner. Priscilla's beautiful dress lay in an unusable shredded heap many feet away from her. Priscilla kicked and screamed while at the same time trying to cover herself. Even Priscilla's stockings were not spared. For the second time in one day, Priscilla was completely and utterly nude. This time, though she was nude in front of a large audience.

Now as naked as the day she was born, the two guards and the executioner unceremoniously dragged Priscilla to the rack as she continued to scream and fight, "No! No! Unhand me! I will have your heads!" Priscilla screamed as she was forcibly tied to the rack. Priscilla's wrists and ankles both tied to either side. Priscilla's backside, including her vaginal lips, were exposed, directly facing the Queen, the Prince's sisters and numerous high ranking nobles and dignitaries. Priscilla flexed every muscle in her body against her bondage to no avail.

The Queen put her hand up enticing the crowd into silence. "Executioner, you will have to strike hard for this one's arse is quite thick!" Priscilla screamed in utter humiliation as she heard the Queen crack a joke about the size of her posterior. Priscilla did have a large ass, and this was the second time today that this fact was acknowledged. The insult was made worse by the frenzied laughter it enticed from the crowd.

The Queen let the laughs from her insult die down before calling the crowd to silence again, "Hamilton, Priscilla's manservant, come forth." The Queen said with her most commanding voice.

A nervous and ashamed Hamilton slowly walked out of the crowd.

"Yes, your majesty." Hamilton said bowing.

"Do not fret for your own fate, for you have done nothing wrong. Yet I must ask you to assist your mistress in her punishment. I don't want her to bow her head during her punishment, I want her to gaze into the crowd. You shall kneel beside her and grip her hair, tilting her head towards the crowd." Spoke the Queen

Hamilton seemed torn, he hesitated.

"Do not fret, I outrank your mistress and will ensure that no trouble will come of this for you, yet if you refuse, I will punish you as well." 

Hamilton knelt next to Priscilla and gripped her long blonde hair, using much of his strength he pulled Priscilla's face up to meet the crowd. Priscilla's naked breasts dangled before the crowd, her nipples hard from their exposure to the cold air.

Priscilla struggled, she gritted her teeth. "I will have your head for this Hamilton!"

"Executioner into position!" The Queen ordered.

The Executioner did as he was told and raised up the switch above his head.

"Remember, extra hard to get through all those layers of blubber!" The Queen added, causing the crowd to laugh.

Priscilla closed her eyes tightly and wrinkled her face, she flexed her buttocks. Priscilla had never been physically harmed, she did not know pain besides a scraped knee or a stubbed toe.

Priscilla heard the switch scream through the air, "Oh no, no, no, no!" Priscilla muttered bracing for the blow, only to feel a tap.

"Ow, ow, ow, ow!" Priscilla said out loud.

The burly executioner mumbled something to the effect of "Just a practice stroke, for aim." Before cocking his arm back again and striking Priscilla with a mighty blow to her tender ass. Priscilla had never felt so much pain cascade through her body ever before. Her eyes opened wide, Priscilla tried to scream, but instead, her mouth just opened with an expression of pure horror. As her eyes opened she saw the lower nobility and servants gawking and laughing at her. predicament. Priscilla tried to lower her head, only to feel her hair get strongly pulled by her own personal servant who was still diligently holding it in place.

Before Priscilla could utter any intelligible curse towards the crowd the second switch strike stung her even more mightily than the previous strike. Already thin red stripes were welted on Priscilla's backside. Priscilla's screams of pain and humiliation could not be heard over the deafening sound of mockery and jeering. Priscilla was now sobbing, her face contorted, she had lost all composure.

Then the third fourth and fifth strike hit Priscilla in succession. Priscilla shook and screamed in her bondage, thrashing her head so violently that a clump of her hair ripped out into Hamilton's hand, forcing him to grab at another clump, raising her head up again.

The Queen raised her hand for silence, forcing the crowd to die down and listen to the thundering sobs of Priscilla.

"Why...Please...Why? Let me go?" Priscilla was muttering defeated and now beyond humiliation. She no longer had the will to struggle, she just wanted her own personal nightmare to be over.

The Queen made the hand signal for the executioner to continue.

The executioner took his time but did not relinquish any of the strength of his blows. Between each of the last five blows, he teased Priscilla by tapping lightly on her arse and thighs. Priscilla deliriously looked on as some of the lowly servants were helping themselves to food, scraps of meat and vegetables, they ate as they watched Priscilla's mortifying punishment, completely entertained.

"Animals! Scum!" Priscilla spat before the executioner stung her with his final blow, which caused Priscilla to let out an ear drum bursting defeated scream.

Hamilton lets go of Priscilla's head, letting her hang it low in shame. The crowd jeered and made jokes at Priscilla's expense as she quivered tied to the rack. Eventually, the Queen made another call for silence.

"Turn her around and Hamilton lifts up her head so that I can look her in the eyes." The Queen ordered sternly."

Some guards and the executioner lifted and turned Priscilla so that she was facing the Queen, her backside still exposed with red and purple stripes from the cane was now facing the servants and lower nobility. Hamilton lifted Priscilla's head, by pulling her hair. Priscilla breathed heavily, still closing her eyes, not wanting to look at her tormentors. Priscilla was desperately humiliated, she believed that her shame could not reach any higher level.

The Queen spoke, "Open your eyes!" Her voice was commanding and Priscilla did not want to know what pain she would suffer if she did not obey.

Tears blurred Priscilla's vision, but as her vision became clarified she realized that her humiliation and shame could indeed rise to a higher level. The High Prince Blaine was standing, staring at Priscilla. Priscilla's sobs echoed through the throne room, her flesh quivered. The lower nobility jeered, laughed and cheered.

"Please, release me, please!" Priscilla blubbered, her words barely audible.

Priscilla flinched as she felt an object strike her ass. 

Hamilton finally spoke, his voice was audible over the crowd, "The servants, they are throwing their food, meat and vegetable scraps, this is untenable, will you please have mercy and release her!" 

The Queen was unmoved, she watched on as Priscilla's backside was pelted with chicken skin, half-eaten tomatoes, and apple cores. Priscilla winched and contorted her face, sobbing uncontrollably, cursing every person in the room, she had lost any and all composure. Yet the Queen watched on and so did the High Prince Blaine.

Priscilla's heart broke as she saw The High Prince mutter the words, "I cannot marry this dishonest woman. For she is unfit!"




Prison Bitch



I knew it was wrong. I knew I would get caught but the rush that it gave me made me do it. I had to have that necklace and I was going to do anything I could do to get it. The jewelry counter at the mall was packed because of the sale. I was able to flag a sales person down and have him get the necklace out of the jewelry case for me. Actually, a couple of necklaces were brought out so that I could distract him from the one I truly wanted. I was dressed to the nines and looked like I belonged in the expensive store. He trusted me...big mistake. 

As I was examining the necklaces, he was called away to another couple looking for an engagement ring. I quickly put the necklace that I wanted around my neck and tucked it into my turtleneck. I began admiring the others as he returned. I told him that I would have to think about it and I would be back. I turned to walk out of the store and I actually got to the door and out on the street. I thought, well that was easy enough. About that time the alarm began sounding and two very good looking security guards came after me. I began to run but with the heels that I was wearing I didn't get far before they had me down. 

They arrested me and took me to the local police department and had me booked for grand theft larceny. A crime that was sure to land me in prison. I was sentenced the very next day and sent to the women's prison in the southern part of the state. I was terrified, I had never been in trouble before this but this was going to be a 5 year stay unless I could get out on good behavior. The ride to the prison was awful with anticipation. I couldn't imagine what was going to happen to me there but I had heard some really awful stories about women in prison.

As the bus entered the gates, I saw the other women out in the courtyard. They all looked hardcore and I started trembling. The guards led me through the gates and into the main admission room. I received my bedding and prison jumper and was led to the showers. There seemed to be only men guards at this facility and I was hoping that I would not have to shower with them watching. 

"Take your clothes off and fold them up for safe keeping. They will be cleaned and held for your release. This is a no tolerance facility and by that we mean that there will be no tolerance for any insubordination. You will do as we say when we say in the amount of time given or there will be a high price to pay. Do you understand Sophie?" I nodded my head yes. I was trembling as I removed my clothes but did so in the manner that he requested.

"You will have five minutes in the shower and you will be sure to be clean for inspection. Once your shower is completed, your body orifices will be examined to be sure of no contraband being smuggled in with you. You will then dress in your jumper, no bra or underwear needed while you are here, and you will be escorted to your cell. Is everything understood Sophie?"

"Yes sir," I replied weakly.

I entered the shower and the three guards that were there with me did not take their eyes off of me. I quickly showered and washed my hair. I took extra care to have my pussy and ass clean as they were going to inspect them. I soaped up my nipples and realized that they were very erect and pointing straight out. Was I aroused at them watching me? I was terrified of running over my shower time and quickly rinsed off. While rinsing my pussy, I felt my clit as hard as a rock and my cunt was slippery with my own juices. Wow that is odd, here I was terrified and aroused at the same time.

Once my shower was complete, I exited the shower and walked over to the prison guard that was giving me instructions. "I am finished, sir, what do I do now?"

He motioned for the other two guards to come over and assist with the orifice examination. "I need you to lie on this table so that we can examine your vagina and your anal cavity. And you better hope to God there is nothing found there."

I got up on the table face up and lay down. The smallest of the guards, Lucas, came over to me and took my arms and placed them above my head. I glanced up as he was hand cuffing me to the table. I squirmed a little and I heard a crack against the table. It was the head guard, Matthews, hitting the table with his billy club. "You will not resist anything that we do or you will be punished. We punish very harshly in this facility and this will be your last warning!"

Lucas was still standing at the top of the table and all of a sudden I felt his cock in my hands. "I want you to stroke my cock while they are inspecting you, you little slut!" So, I took his cock into my hands and began rubbing it until it was hard. I stroked it while I felt my legs being pulled apart and chained to something. I looked down and saw that they were attaching my legs to a spreader bar. Then they took the bar and attached a pulley to it and raised my legs in the air. The biggest of the guards, Jones, was lifting my legs until my ass was off of the table. I knew this couldn't be a good sign. 

Matthew then got down to business. "Well, looky here at what I see. This little slut has a shaved pussy and it is spread wide open for me to inspect. I think that I will take the vaginal inspection today guys. I want to see if this pussy is as sweet as it looks." With that, he climbed up on the table and spread my pussy lips apart with his gloved hands. "Looks like we got ourselves a pretty wet pussy down here fellas. I think that she likes what we are doing to her here. That will come in handy in this place. You see, when we punish you will be in a position similar to this every time. It makes it easier if you just sit back and enjoy it."

He then leaned down and kissed my hard clit. I squirmed a little and got smacked on the ass for squirming, by Jones. Matthews then licked my clit and sucked it into his mouth. I moaned because it felt so good. He then took two of his gloved fingers and inserted them into my dripping wet pussy. He felt all around inside of me and hit my g-spot numerous times while "inspecting" me. I was still stroking Lucas and he began to moan. I must have been doing all right for him to be enjoying it as he was. Matthews then added another finger to my cunt and began fucking my pussy hard. He was still sucking and licking my rock- hard clit while finger fucking me. I was getting dangerously close to cumming because he was so tight inside me with those three fingers. 

"Well, boys, there seems to be nothing inside of her vaginal canal but she certainly seems to like it. If she likes three fingers, I think that she will love four!" He added the fourth finger into my cunt and it seemed like I was going to split in two. It felt so good to have my pussy filled this much. He fucked me like that until I came and squirted all over his arm and hand. I couldn't help it, I loved be fucked like a little sex toy. This was quite a welcome. About then was when Lucas came hard into my hands and covered my hands with his semen. It was hot and thick and I was wishing that I could taste it. 

Matthews was pushing harder into me then and trying to get his knuckles inside of me for a fisting. I had never been fisted before and was beginning to get scared again. About that time, Jones came up beside me and said, "Now, while your pussy is full, I am going to inspect your anal cavity. Don't squirm too much or you might get hurt. Just relax and let me inside of that nice tight ass of yours." I could feel Matthews' knuckles get inside my vaginal walls and wow...that was hot. Then I felt Jones' gloved fingers enter my ass. He had lubricated them as to have easier access and slid right in. 

Matthews was fist fucking me and Jones was finger fucking my ass when Lucas climbed up on the table and straddled my neck. "I want you to suck my cock and make it hard again. It is my turn to fuck the new inmate's ass and I want to be nice and hard for you, you little whore!" I took his cock into my mouth and sucked what he would give me. He eased it in inch by inch until the head of his cock was hitting the back of my throat. He was getting harder with every stroke and about that time Matthews started fucking me harder. Jones added another finger to make it three in my ass and fucked me in rhythm with Matthews' fist. I was in complete ecstasy having all three of my holes filled. 

I began moaning while Lucas' cock was sliding in and out of my mouth. This orgasm that was building was going to be a doozy. I was beginning to feel the muscles in my pussy get tighter and apparently Matthews was too because he said, "Watch out boys, she is going to cum hard. I can feel her muscles tightening, she is going to explode!" He was right. I began to cum and squirted all over his arm once again. 

After I came, Jones took his fingers out of my ass and Lucas got up and got between my legs. He put it inside my pussy to get it nice and wet and then he took his cock and entered my ass with one thrust. He was hard and his cock was huge entering my ass. He let me get accustomed to his size and then he began fucking my ass like no one had ever done. Matthews then came up and straddled my waist and stuck his big hard cock in my pussy. Wow, it took me going to prison to be able to be double penetrated. Then Jones came up and straddled my face and stuck his big hard cock in my mouth. I was now being fucked in every hole; I think I am going to enjoy prison life.

They were all pounding my individual holes with a vengeance, like they had not been fucked in weeks. I couldn't get over the feeling of ecstasy that this whole fucking scene was giving me. I sure hope that I get to have more of them. Jones began to cum first. I could feel is cock growing even harder inside my ass and then felt him spill his load deep into my ass. About the same time, Matthews' cock was beginning to tighten inside my tight little cunt. I was reeling with overwhelming desire and began to cum myself. I squirted all over Lucas' and Matthews' cocks and they loved that.

"Isn't that amazing, Lucas?" squealed Matthews. "She is such a hot little bitch when she shoots her cum out of her pussy like that. I think we may have to visit her a little more often than the rest of the cunts in this prison. She is a hot little tramp that loves to have her holes fucked!" 

Just then, with all of the excitement of making the other two cum, I sucked harder on Jones' cock and he fucked my mouth harder and faster. I was going to get to taste this big man's cum. I sucked like I had never sucked a cock before and could feel his cock getting harder and going deeper in my throat. I was sucking and he was shooting his cum down my throat. I swallowed every last drop of his hot jism with the hopes that I would be able to suck him off again. 

Lucas got off the table and took my hands out of the cuffs. Jones let my legs down and took the cuffs off of my ankles and then removed the bar. There was cum seeping out of my ass and my pussy and dripping down my leg as I stood up. Then Matthews said, "I think that we should put this little bitch in with Sherri. Sherri will know what to do with her and how to keep her safe for our disposal. She is a rough little bitch but she will not let any of the others fuck with her too much. Let's go Sophie, we are going to introduce you to your new roommate for the next few years."

I couldn't wait to meet this chick. If she was as tough as they made her sound, then maybe I could fall right into a lesbian submissive to the right one. I sure hope she has big titties. I put my jumper on and realized that I could not button all of the top buttons; I guess they wanted to see our cleavage at all times. 

Can't wait to tell you about my introduction to Sherri. 



Prison Bitch



Tiffany was so nervous she thought her heart might pound through her chest. She tried to calm herself down by taking deep breathes. During ten years of marriage she had never cheated on her husband. In fact he was the only man she had ever been with, at least in person. Tiffany still loved her husband and her two children. She just longed for something more than what the life of a suburban housewife could offer.

A year ago, she started chatting online with a younger man. His screen name was BigMan. In the beginning their e-mails were purely sexual and when they were instant messaging it was always cyber sex. For the first time in years Tiffany was able to achieve satisfying orgasms fantasizing about her online lover. As the months past, pieces of their personal lives began to slip into their conversations. Then BigMan told her that he had been keeping a secret. He was an inmate at the Ashland Maximum Security Prison serving a life sentence for three counts of armed robbery and one count of murder.

Tiffany was not sure what to write back or if she should ever write him again. It took her a week to respond and when she did she held nothing back about herself. Tiffany told him how boring her life had become and how desperate she was for some excitement. BigMan's next e-mail was the most graphic he had ever sent. With every word she became more aroused until the point she could not stop herself from masturbating. At the end of the e-mail she saw that BigMan had attached a link to the prison's website. When she clicked on the link, the conjugal visit request form appeared.

Her mind was reeling with the potential consequences of what he was proposing. If her husband discovered her infidelity he would surely divorce her. If her family found out she would be disowned. Before Tiffany could convince herself that the risks were too great she filled out the form and submitted it. Three days later, an official letter from the Department of Corrections arrived in the mail stating that her request for a conjugal visitation with inmate #300169 had been approved.

The next morning,Tiffany sat behind the wheel of her mini van staring at the razor wire covered fence surrounding the Ashland Maximum Security Prison. The deep breathing helped slow her racing heart but the butterflies in the pit of her stomach were still restless. She had come this far but she still was unsure if she could go through with it.

Summoning all of her courage, she opened the door and stepped out into the parking lot. Tiffany had dressed to show off her feminine assets. She was wearing high heels, a black miniskirt that barely covered her backside, and a red tank top that was so tight it was like a second skin over her large breasts. As she strolled toward the gate marked as the visitor's entrance she could see the tower guards were leering at her. All those hours killing herself in the gym suddenly seemed worth it. 

The guard at the gate took her approval letter. He inspected it and with a grunt unlocked the gate. Tiffany entered a narrow walkway between two fenced in exercise yards. There were dozens of inmates all dressed in bright orange in the yards and everyone of them stopped to watch her. She avoided making eye contact and focused on the next security checkpoint.

Tiffany could only see the face of the guard through a small bullet proof window at the checkpoint. Through the intercom he ordered her to pass her approval request through the slot he open next to the door. She went to slide the paper through but accidently dropped it. Without thinking she leaned over to retrieve it. Suddenly behind her the inmate began shouting the most vulgar cat calls she had ever heard. It was then she realized that the combination of her very short skirt, her lack of panties, and being bent over at the waist gave all of them a great view of her ass and shaved pussy. Blushing she stood up and tugged her skirt back into place. After passing her approval request through the slot the door lock clicked and she was ushered inside.

She was greeted by a monotone sounding guard who read to her from the clipboard he was holding. He said, "Welcome to Ashland Maximum Security Prison. While you are visiting you will obey all orders given to you by the uniformed personnel of this facility. During your visit you will be under constant surveillance and attempting to pass contraband to the inmate population is a class C felony which is punishable by no more than eight years imprisonment and a $25,000 fine. By signing the bottom of this statement you are consenting to a search of your person and all belongings brought into this facility."

The guard handed her the clipboard. Tiffany glanced at the consent form and quickly scribbled out her signature. The guard took the clipboard and directed her toward a walk through metal detector. The guard then told her to, "Remove your shoes, all jewelry, and any other items and place them in the basket. 

Tiffany knew the drill from going through airport security. She placed her items in the basket and stepped confidently through the detector. No alarms went off letting the guard know she was clear. She stopped waiting for the guard to give her back the basket but instead he placed it on a shelf and told her, "Go through the first doorway on your right."

She thought about asking for her heels back but decided not to try her luck. She did as she was told and found a female guard waiting for her. Tiffany was surprised at how attractive she was. Even wearing the unfaltering gray uniform she could tell the blonde haired blue eyed guard had an amazing figure. She wonder if she was hired as way to tease the inmates. 

In a very stern tone that did not match her beautiful features the guard said, " At this time you are to submit to a full body and cavity search. You will remove your clothing one article at a time and hand them to me."

Tiffany pulled her top over her head and handed it over. She watched the guard examine the garment and then drop it on the floor next to the open doorway. The process was repeated with her skirt. The guard then told her to stand with her feet on the tape X's on the floor with her arms extended over her head. Tiffany assumed the position and then she heard the unmistakable smack of latex on skin. 

Tiffany had never been through a body cavity search before but she had an idea of what to expect. The guard ordered her to open her mouth wide. She hated the taste of latex but she did not complain as the guard slid her finger around her gums and under her tongue. Then the guard lifted each of her breasts to ensure that no contraband was taped to the underside of them.

"I need you to bend over and place your hands flat on the floor."

Yoga classes three nights a week allowed her to take the undignified pose without any trouble. Tiffany felt two of the guard slender fingers press against her pussy and then they worked their way inside. Her delicate inner folds were probed until the guard was certain that Tiffany was not hiding anything. Then without even the slightest warning the guard jammed her fingers into her asshole. Tiffany jumped from the unexpected anal intrusion.

"Hold still and relax," ordered the guard. Tiffany sensed that she was enjoying degrading her.

The guard pulled her fingers out and told Tiffany to get dressed. Quickly she slipped back into her clothes and followed the guard to a small empty cell at the very end of the hallway. The guard unlocked the cell door and let Tiffany enter. 

Pointing to the door opposite the one she had just opened the guard said, "In a moment your inmate will enter through there."

Then the guard dropped her authoritative tone and said, "You might want to give me your clothes. These guys have a tendency to be a little rough and I have seen women have to leave here almost naked because their clothes were torn to shreds."

Tiffany just nodded her head and stripped out of her clothes. She handed them to the guard and said, "Thanks."

"No problem. I just have one more question. Why would you want to fuck a guy who is serving a life sentence for brutally raping six women?"

Tiffany shook her head thinking there must be some mistake. Her expression must have told the guard enough to figure out that Tiffany had been lied to. 

Laughing the guard said, "You bitches can so stupid!" She then slammed the cell door closed and left. Tiffany pounded her fists on the heavy metal door in a futile attempt to get someone to release her. Then behind her the other cell door opened. She spun around and pressed her back against the cold metal door. The man standing outside the cell dwarfed the two guards escorting him. Thick muscles rippled under his coal black skin as he stepped through the doorway. He had to duck down and turn his shoulder in order to make it into the cell. Other than the chains that were used to shackle him he was completely naked. Tiffany's eyes were immediately drawn to the massive organ swinging from his legs. She never imagined a man could be that large.

The guards escorting him wasted no time removing his shackles. One of them said over their shoulder as they left, "You got an hour. Have fun!"

Tiffany was shaking so bad she could barely stand. BigMan took one step closer to her and she shrieked in terror. He lunged at her and his large hand closed around neck. Whispering in her ear he told her, "We can do this the easy way or the hard way. It really does not matter to me because either way I get what I want."

BigMan released his vise like grip and Tiffany dropped to her knees in front of him. His enormous dick was starting to arch up toward her face. Just from the look on his face she knew what he wanted her to do. Tiffany opened her mouth as wide as she could and let the dark purple head slip into her mouth. He was still growing and he soon filled her mouth completely. It was like trying to give head to someone's fist. BigMan placed a hand on the back of her head. She looked up into his eyes pleading him not hurt her but all she got was a cold unfeeling stare. He tilted her head back and began pushing himself down her throat. 

Tiffany began to gag but all he did was laugh. She could feel every vein of his cock as they past over tongue. Tears were pouring from her eyes. Out of reflex she began to bite down on him. That is when he slapped her across the face and yelled at her, "I pull out when you lick balls."

Her throat was burning as he worked deeper into her mouth. On the verge of passing out Tiffany was able to stick tongue out just enough to tickle the hair on his balls. Much to her relief he was true to his word and pulled out. His dick was cover in long strains of her saliva. Tiffany coughed and when she tried to speak her words came out only in a hoarse whisper. She wanted to curl up on the floor of that cell and die for letting herself get in this. 

Sobbing uncontrollably Tiffany was powerless to stop him from continuing to torture her. BigMan pinned her arms down to the floor next to her head and straddled her body. He began biting and sucking on her breast making sure he left enormous dark red welts as he went along. He did not stop with her breasts. He left his mark up and down her legs, arms, stomach, and he even flipped her over to inflict them to her back and ass. It would take weeks for them to disappear completely.

BigMan knew his hour would soon be over and he still needed to feel her warmth wrapped around his manhood. He picked her and pinned against the wall high enough that her feet did not touch the floor. At this point Tiffany had given up. Her life as she had known it was over. There was no way she could ever explain what had happened to her. She could feel the tip of his cock working it's way deeper inside her as he let her slide down the wall. Her own weight was impaling him into her. The only move she made was wincing from the pain of his cock punching through her cervix and into her womb.

Eventually she felt his coarse pubic hair against her already swollen lips. BigMan moved to the center of the cell. He then began lifting her and letting her slam back down on his cock. Tiffany's moans began because of the pain but eventually the pain started to mingle with pleasure. His pace quickened and she started to climax harder than she ever had before. Nothing seemed to make sense to her anymore. She was in the middle of being violently raped and she was screaming out to him not to stop. Her toes curled and she clawed at his back as Tiffany rode the intense waves of orgasm.

BigMan could hold out no longer. Like a fire house he erupted inside her. He could still feel her pussy convulsing as he pulled out. Tiffany's body was begging for more. He laid her on the floor and admired his work. Her eyes were red and tears rolled down her cheeks. The welts he had given her swelling up nicely but his masterpiece was between her still twitching legs. Her pussy was gaping open and leaking his seed into a puddle beneath her.

The guards returned and placed him in shackles. They paid almost no attention to the Tiffany while she sat against the wall of the cell in shock. A moment later the female guard open the visitor side door to the cell and tossed Tiffany her clothes.

Late that night, Tiffany was alone in the den of her quiet suburban home checking her e-mail. Her family were all in bed. She had convinced her husband that she not feeling well and that is why she was wearing sweat clothes rather than her usual revealing night gown. Even though she was battered and bruised she was anxiously hoping to get an e-mail from BigMan. Just before Tiffany was about to turn off the computer and go to bed she got a new e-mail. She did not recognize the sender but opened it anyway. It read, "I'm a friend of BigMan. He told me you a horny white slut who loves to ride big black cock. I would love to meet you." Attached at the bottom of the e-mail was the link to the prison website. Tiffany clicked on the it.



Prison Bitch



"What do you want Garcia?" Nikki asked. The orange jumpsuit that made up her prison uniform was around her waist. She sat on the bottom bunk staring at the officer who'd invaded her cell. She knew the punishment for masturbation. Because Officer Garcia had caught her with her hand in the cookie jar, or her honey pot as it were he toss her in the whole for a week, more than that if he really wanted to.

That would be a week without sunlight, a week without human interaction of any kind. Her meals might be reduced to bread and water and even at best they would be whatever the guards decided to pile onto her trey. Instead of getting her letters whenever they arrived throughout the week she'd instead wait until Friday to get whatever she was sent. Visitation was on Thursdays and her fiancée and her father both came every week to see her. That was a privilege not a right, if she was in the hole she wouldn't get her weekly phone call from her children. If prison was Hell then Garcia had the power to banish her to turn up the flames.

"That's Officer Garcia to you." He said slapping his baton against his hand as he looked over the honey skinned harlot. "What the hell are you doing Ms. Conner? I mean it looks like you were diddling the skittle, flicking the bean, getting off. But I'm sure there is another explanation, one that doesn't end with you in the Hole." Nikki remained perfectly still staring at her keeper. She could feel his eyes on her body, mostly on her still hardened nipples. She wasn't even making an effort to cover herself, there really wasn't a point. "Wow no answer? I know what the answer is, you were warming up for me weren't you?" Nikki's heart stopped in her chest at the mere thought of him touching her.

It wasn't that he particularly ugly. He was actually rather handsome. Officer Garcia stood about five ten, just about a full head taller than her. His Hispanic lineage was obvious at even a glance. He had olive toned skin, a few shades darker than her own and short jet black hair cut in a military styled fade. A thick mustache concealed his upper lip which would have made him seem jolly if he ever smiled but he didn't. He usually just scowled at the prisoners or leered. Garcia had wide shoulders and strong arms, even the loose fitting uniform did a poor job of concealing his powerful arms. He wasn't quite her type, she preferred black men, but there wasn't anything wrong with Officer Garcia. Except that he was one of the pigs who ran this place. "I guess if you weren't warming up for me I can go tell the warden what you were doing, that you tried to seduce me. That oughta buy you oh two maybe three weeks in the hole. What do you think?"

Nikki paused looking down at her feet, then up at Garcia's hard brown eyes. "I think I was warming up for you Officer Garcia."

"Is that so?" Garcia asked taking a step towards her and slapping the baton against his palm. 

"Yuh-yessir." She replied nervously her eyes again lowered to his finely spit shined shoes. 

"Yes Officer Garcia." He corrected and she repeated it back obediently. "Yes Officer Garcia what?" 

Nikki kept staring at his feet for a moment longer. She knew exactly what he wanted her to say only her voice didn't quite feel like cooperating. A lump formed in her throat and her cheeks burned with the shame she felt so the next words she spoke were barely above a whisper. "Yes Officer Garcia I was warming up for you." Garcia was going to enjoy tormenting her though. He wanted her to say it again on this time he wanted her on her knees when said it and he wanted it louder. Her cheeks were practically on fire as she got down off of the bunk and onto her knees. "Yes Officer Garcia I was warming up for you."

One thing that Nikki could never get used to was the way his eyes crept over her flesh like slug. "On your feet, let's get the rest of your clothes off." Getting to her feet was enough to get the rest of her clothing off, the jumpsuit slipping down to her ankles then stepping out of it. "Damn chica, you've got nice tits. Turn around lets see if your mamacita gave you ass too!" Nikki did as she was told again, turning around so he could inspect her rear. Garcia gave a wolf whistle as she turn around. "Shake it baby." Nikki nervously started to shake her hips. "No baby show me what you got. I'm looking at it. I know you got ass, damn good ass too girl." Garcia walked up behind her and palmed her ass lifting her up onto the tips of her toes.

The flush that formerly had only burned in her cheeks spread over the rest of Nikki's body turning every inch crimson. It wasn't shame anymore, it was arousal. It had been eight months two weeks and three days since she'd felt a man's touch on anything but her hands. Garcia had the rough hands of a man who worked for a living. The shame came flooding back as she realized that touch excited her. It flamed even brighter as she realized that she wanted him to touch her, she wanted his approval. Nikki felt her hips start to sway and forth to a tune in her head. It started slow but with each word of approval her moves became more salacious. "Damn baby I knew you could work that shit. Look at that ass!" By the time he made her stop her hands were on her knees and she was shaking her ass. That was the only thing that mattered was that there was a man looking at her as a woman. "Stop, back on your knees, I think you and me are gonna work out just fine."

A layer of sweat covered Nikki's body making it glisten in the light and her chest heaved while she struggled to catch her breath. She hadn't noticed just how hard she'd been working to please him. She knew instinctively that she was pleasing. It was the hunger in his eyes as he looked down at her, and his black slacks were tented. Nikki couldn't take her eyes off it. "What bitch you see something you like?" Hearing his voice snapped her out of her daze. Nikki twisted her lip and turned away from him. "You look plenty warmed up now."

"I am warmed up Garc. . .Officer Garcia." Nikki's hips continued to churn. She didn't actually have control over herself. "I'm warmed up, I'm wet. Please fuck me." She was wet, so wet it was starting to run down between her thighs and ooze onto her ass. She was so wet that the scent of her arousal was flooding the small cell. Garcia seemed to be satisfied, he told her to lean over the bottom bunk. Nikki obeyed leaning over the bunk and gripping the sheets. Her body was tingling as Garcia slipped his belt out of his slacks then pulled them down and off walked up behind her. "Do it." She hissed pushing her hips against his. Garcia looped his belt around and wrapped it Nikki's throat and pulled it taught. "What are you doing?" She gasped. 

"Reach back and spread your ass open." Nikki whimpered and shook her head. Garcia tightened his belt around her throat and held it while she clawed at her neck and kicked her legs. She couldn't begin to overpower Garcia though and after only a few moments the world began to go dark around her but he loosened the belt just before it went black. "Spread your cheeks." That time Nikki obeyed reaching back and spreading her ass open. 

Garcia spit on her puckered asshole then lined his cock up with it and started pushing. "Please Officer Garcia let me get it wet first!" Nikki whimpered trying her best not to clench as he started pushing. Garcia paused for a moment then pulled her around to face him.

Nikki felt her stomach twitch and at the same time her loins stir at the sight of Garcia's cock jabbing against her face. He was just a little more than six inches long, not a monster by any means but it was a pig's cock and the fact that it looked so delicious disgusted her. Worse her pussy was still aching. Her fingers had quenched the need for a moment but now it was back full throbbing deep in the pit of her stomach. Without meaning to she leaned closer nuzzling her nose against the patch pubic hair growing and inhaling. There was no denying the delicious scent of man flesh flooding into her lungs. This wasn't a piece of paper with a memory of a scent, this was actual flesh and blood. Her tongue slithered free of her mouth and caressed his scrotum of its own will. "Just get it wet bitch." Garcia cut her air off again until Nikki got the point and scrambled to get his cock into her mouth slurping noisily.

She was supposed to be getting him wet and she knew what he was really doing. She was being raped and once she gave into this piece of shit he was going to keep doing it. This would never ever end. Nikki was going to his fucking plaything and this was only the beginning of what he'd do to her. He made the clear when wrapped his belt around her throat and called it a collar. It didn't change the fact that he was a man. The taste of him made the beast coiled in her stomach roar. If he'd been smaller she would have held him down and raped him. Instead she did as she was told and kept sucking careful not to swallow her spit. "Damn yo momma teach you to suck too?" Fresh tears sprang up in Nikki's eyes but she kept focused while Garcia jeered her skills. 

It took Garcia nearly five minutes of jaw straining cock sucking before he was satisfied. When he decided it was enough he yanked her off his cock by the leather 'collar' wrapped around her throat choking as he twisted into position and jammed his cock into her dirt pipe. It felt like she'd been impaled. She started by clenching her teeth but the real thing that kept her from screaming was the belt wrapped around her neck choking off any sound Nikki tried to make. It was like that for the first to minutes until she managed to relax while fucked her asshole.

He was sodomizing her. Fucking her ass as hard as he could manage, using her body just to show he had the power to. Despite the shame that was burning through every part of her soul Nikki's body was on fire. "I'm gonna!" She whimpered looking over her shoulder at him. She braced her palms against the cool concrete wall and started bucking back against him as hard as she could. She met every thrust, crashing her ass back against his thighs. "I'm gonna cum!" Everyone in the prison would have heard Nikki's shriek if he hadn't choked her right then. Nikki had never came from anal sex before and it blew her mind. It was unlike anything that she'd experienced leaving her whole body limp, she barely noticed Garcia using her rectum as his personal cum dumpster. 

"Clean me." The disgust came back as she looked up at Garcia who was grinning that lecherous grin again. She didn't disobey. Nikki opened her mouth and sucked him clean. Licked their combine filth from his cock and even that turned her on slightly but as soon as she'd cleaned him Garcia stepped away from her and got dressed. "You know chica, you're a good little slut. You keep acting right and things can be pretty good for you. You understand that bitch?"

"Yes Officer Garcia." Nikki cooed submissively. She hadn't even gotten off her knees when he left. Warm cum oozed from her ass and down her thighs as she rested her head. 

Prison life made things precious. A breath of fresh air in a letter was sacred and she got that at least once a week ever week usually twice or more. A meeting with her fiancée came every week. A call from her kids she got monthly but cum? This was the first cum she'd had in nearly a year. One hand slid between her legs as she forced the rest of Officer Garcia's cum out of her rectum and onto her hands and she brought to her lips so she could savor his flavor rolling the still warm goo around mouth, twisting her tongue inside it until finally she swallowed it. She would never tell him but she was grateful that he'd given her cum. She would do anything for more. Anything.



Prison Bitch



James had never had to share a room with another man in his life. He'd never had a brother, he'd lucked out for his first year of college and snagged a single room, and then his whole life had changed. The guards escorted him down the halls, the sound of men stomping their boots and smacking their cell bars following him. James hung his head, his blond hair falling into his face. He was - or had once been - a cute college kid. He was a little nervous, a little bookish, his frame slender and light. With his big blue eyes, his full cocksucking lips and the cute glasses perched on his nose, he looked like the prison would eat him alive.

It had been a stupid mistake. Just once, he'd wanted to fit in. He'd had a few too many, and when his 'friends' had run out of beer, they had sent him out to get more. He knew that it was stupid, but he had been feeling flushed and flattered by all the attention. He hadn't wanted the guys to leave. So he'd gotten in his car, and he'd gone to buy beer. It was only three blocks away, what could possibly go wrong?

He ran over a little girl a block away from home, beer in the back seat. Child killer. Men (though at nineteen, he was little more than a boy) like him didn't get it easy in prison. The guards shoved him into his cell, un-cuffed him and shut the bars behind him, leaving him to his fate.

"Enjoy, princess," one said as they walked away laughing - Steve had lost his wife to a drunk driver years earlier, and he didn't take kindly to those that killed others through sheer stupidity. The guards could have been easy on the boy, could have put him with someone that wouldn't make his life a living hell, that would shelter him without taking it out of his ass, but they wanted to see James suffer. He was a pretty boy - by the end of the week, he'd have bent over for half the prison. And they had made sure to bunk him up with one of the guys with the biggest cocks to 'break him in'. Not that James knew his fate yet. He had an inkling from the TV, from rumours and jest, but surely prison couldn't be all that bad? Ever the optimist, James didn't want to think about what could be in store for him.

Kyle was sat up on the top bunk, his muscular back pressed against the wall as he watched his new cellmate, his expression blank. He eyed the boy up, taking in his smooth, pale skin, his lean body and his pretty face. The kid looked barely legal, and that was how Kyle liked them. He felt a tingling in his dick just looking at that innocent face, those big, cute eyes and those full lips. Kyle was betting that those lips had never been wrapped around a cock, though the kid looked like he sucked it constantly. No matter, Kyle would make sure to put those lips to good use. That ass, too.

"Turn around," he said, his voice deep, masculine and authoritative. Kyle was a big guy. At 6'4, he was about nine or ten inches taller than Kyle, and the muscles in his legs were about the size of Kyle's head. His arms were huge and covered in prison tattoos. The bulge in his crotch was pronounced, snaking down one leg. He wasn't even hard yet. He had a buzz cut, his hair dark and cropped close to his skull. His legs hung off the end of the bed.

"W-what?" James stammered, his voice meek compared to Kyle's. There was no doubt that his new cellmate was an alpha male, and James felt like a bug in his presence, like he wasn't a real man. Fuck, the guy bled testosterone. Next to Kyle, James was nothing.

"Turn around," Kyle insisted. "I want to check out that ass of yours." He grinned, his dimples showing, deceptively friendly.

"N-no," James said, his eyes widening. His hands fluttered awkwardly as if he didn't know quite what to do with himself.

"Tch. Boy, you don't want to make me come down there." Kyle's grin shifted, something dangerous lurking behind his eyes. His smile sharpened, showing one too many teeth. "Guards put you in here for a reason. You start screaming, they won't come until you start gurgling blood. Now turn around and show me your ass."

"You can't do this," James said, his eyes filling with tears. He tried to hold them back - he was a man, after all. Men didn't cry. A wave of hopelessness went through him. His life was ruined. Just weeks ago, he had been a happy, carefree college kid. Now he was sharing a cell with a criminal and his life was ruined. He wouldn't be able to go back to college, get a job, anything. That was even if he ever got out of this place.

"I can do whatever the fuck I want," Kyle said, shifting on the bed. He reached a hand down between his legs and squeezed at the bulge in his orange jumpsuit, eyeing the pretty college boy. He liked it when they cried a little - it was real cute. "You wanna know why I'm in here, kid? I'm in here for raping and strangling a pretty boy like you. So think about how much you wanna push me. Like I said, they put you in here for a reason. They wanna see you suffer, boy. So turn the fuck around."

At the words 'raping and strangling', James' future flashed before him. He had no illusions - this man could overpower him easily. Letting out a helpless sob, he turned around and gripped the bars, turning his back to the other man.

"That's it," Kyle said. "Now stick your ass out real pretty, show me what you're working with, kid. If you've got a nice enough ass, maybe I'll keep you around a while."

James took a deep breath, fighting his humiliation. His cheeks flushed red and he curved his back, shoving his ass out at Kyle. Across the hall, there was another cell, two men watching and nudging each other. James avoided their eyes.

"That's a real nice ass, kid. But I can't see it so well with that baggy as shit jumpsuit on. Why don't you take it off, eh?"

"I don't want to," James said, still sticking his ass out at the man. Tears welled up in his eyes. "Please. Don't make me."

Kyle rolled his eyes - the fucking fag was so pathetic. "Come on, you got underwear under them, not like it's so bad. Strip 'em off for me, or do I have to come down and make you do it? If I have to make you, you better believe I'll be fucking you right up against the bars where everyone can see."

Trembling, James peeled himself away from the bars. His hands shook as he lowered the zip on his overalls. He pulled them from his body and stepped out of them, revealing a white undershirt and a pair of white boxers.

"Tch, kind of skinny," Kyle said. "Ah well, we'll beef you up, get some muscle on you. Even if we can't do anything about the size of your cock. Not that you'll need it that much. Your bulge is real small there, though. How you expect to fuck bitches with that cock? Prolly a good thing you're a faggot."

"I-I'm not. I'm not a fag," James said, his cheeks flushed. He clasped his hands in front of his groin, looking down at the floor and chewing on his lower lip cutely. "My dicks' just average, that's all."

"Average." Kyle snorted. "Sure." He checked the kid out quickly. "Now turn around and lower your boxers down under your ass and show me that sweet ass of yours. If you tell me no again, I'm gonna get off this bed and give you a lesson in obedience, boy."

Trembling, James turned around again. He took a deep breath, fiddling with the waistband of his boxers. "I can't," he sobbed, even as he lowered them over his ass, showing nice, full, pale buttocks. He stuck his ass out toward Kyle and gripped the bars again, his face flushed.

"That's it," Kyle encouraged. "Yeah, that's real nice, bet that's as smooth as a girl's, huh? Now reach back and show me your pretty pink asshole. I wanna see your cunt, boy."

James whimpered quietly. He hesitated for a long moment, until he heard Kyle move on the bed. James' hands flew from the bars. He parted his own buttocks slowly, revealing his tight, pink asshole. It was obvious just looking at it that he'd never had anything bigger than an exploratory finger up there, despite any curiosity he may have had.

"That's a really cute pussy, James," Kyle said, rubbing his hand over the slowly growing bulge at his crotch. There was a damp spot near the head where he was starting to leak pre-cum. "I'm gonna enjoy shoving my big dick in that. Aren't you glad you saved it for me? Open it up wider so I can see it."

James sobbed brokenly and did as he was told - it had only taken ten minutes to turn him from a once-normal college boy to a crying, broken, obedient thing. He opened his ass up further for Kyle, showing him his tight, puckered hole, ignoring the leering men opposite their cell.

"Have you ever sucked dick, kid?" Kyle said, unzipping his jumpsuit and pulling his cock and balls out. He stroked himself a few times, rubbing his fingers over the sticky, uncut tip.

"N-no," James stammered.

"D'you want to learn? Before you answer, I want you to know that my dick is going in you one way or the other. I can either shove it up your pretty pink asshole, or you can have a little lesson in how to suck cock. I don't care either way. But if you even try to bite, I'm gonna give you a lesson in what it feels like to be choked to death whilst a big, thick cock fucks you up the ass. You got it?"

James broke down. He let go of his ass and grabbed the bars again, crying openly. His knees felt weak. The reality of the situation hit him - he was going to be this man's prison bitch. He was going to be little more than a prisoner's sex slave until he either got out of prison or he died.

"I haven't got time for this shit, faggot. You can get over here and start licking my dick, or you can keep crying like a stupid girl whilst I ruin your asshole. It's up to you. I don't really give a shit as long as my thick cock gets a warm hole to fuck, you got me?"

James let out another heart wrenching sob, but Kyle was absolutely unmoved - he wanted to get his dick sucked, and he wanted it now. If James was incapable of sucking his dick, then he'd just shove it up the boy's ass and be done with it. He just liked to lube up with a little throat fucking first. After all, in prison, it wasn't like there was any lube. If the boy sucked him off a little first, it wouldn't hurt so bad when he rammed his thick cock up his ass. If he didn't suck it, it was no skin off Kyle's nose.

Giving in, James straightened up. He pulled his boxers back up over his ass, ignoring the hoots and laughter from those that could see what was happening. They all knew what was coming. Turning around, he looked at Kyle. James was blushing deeply, his eyes bright with tears, his lips quivering. Kyle couldn't wait to get those lips around his cock.

"Come on over," Kyle said, hopping off the bed and leaning against the wall, staying by the cell entrance so he could give his buddies a show. After all, it wasn't like they got fresh meat this pretty that often. "Kneel down. Don't make me make you, bitch."

Trembling all over, James did as he was told. He got down on his knees. The cement floor was cold and crushed the delicate skin at his kneecaps. For the first (though far from the last) time, he came face-to-face with the cock that he was destined to serve. It was a monster - nearly ten inches long and nearly as thick around as a can of coke. Just looking at it made James' stomach cramp and his asshole tighten as he tried to imagine that up inside him.

"There's a good bitch," Kyle said, slapping the head of his dick back and forth over James' face. He pulled the foreskin back and rubbed the head of his cock over the boy's lips, pre-cum clinging between his dick and James' mouth in strands. Kyle lifted his dick up. "Now suck my balls," he said. "Every good dick suck should start with the balls. Bitches forget balls too often."

James leaned in, trying to do as he was told. Kyle smelled musky and masculine, and the closer he got to his balls, the more the smell of him enveloped James. He tentatively stretched out his tongue and then drew back, shaking his head. "I can't do it." He sniffled, looking up at the bigger male, his voice small. "Please don't make me."

Kyle backhanded the boy viciously. "You want me to hurt you, is that it? You want me to beat the shit out of you? I don't want to do that, but I will, if you make me. You either take my cock, or I beat you unconscious. It's your fucking choice. You be my bitch willingly or I make it hell for you. My patience is running out, whore. Suck my balls."

Sobbing quietly, James leaned in again. This time, he didn't hesitate, dragging his tongue over Kyle's balls before he took one in his sweet, hot mouth. He sucked on one, then the other, giving Kyle's balls a nice tongue bath.

"Oh, yeah, that's it, bitch. You're getting the idea," Kyle said, jerking himself off lazily, pre-cum dripping into James' hair. Kyle just enjoyed the sensation of having a reluctant pretty boy suck his balls before deciding that he'd have enough. He wanted to ram his cock somewhere warm.

"Normally, I'd draw this lesson out, showing you how to suck cock properly, but you've been such a fucking tease that you'll have to wait next time for a real lesson," Kyle said, fisting a hand in James' hair. He tugged the boy's head back, rubbing the head of his cock over those pretty lips. "Now open up and suck. Don't bite, no matter what, or I'll rip out every single one of your fucking teeth. Shouldn't be too hard to get hold of pliers."

James whimpered and did as he was told, opening his mouth hesitantly, his hands gripping Kyle's hips like he could stop the bigger man raping him if he tried hard enough. James was nothing compared to Kyle - he couldn't stop anything.

"There's a good bitch," Kyle said, aiming his dick slowly into that warm mouth. "Yeah, that's it, there you go, suck it." His voice was low and throaty. He took his time, sinking into that hot, wet cavern at a nice, slow pace. He felt James retch when he hit the back of the boy's throat and he just laughed, pushing past his new bitch's gag reflex, sinking into the tightness of his throat. He was so big that James' throat bulged visibly. The boy couldn't stop gagging and choking, and it felt so good to feel those contractions around his throbbing dick.

James had never sucked cock before. He'd never even licked one, never mind take one down his throat. The closest he had ever come to anything like that was tasting his own come one time. He gagged and retched around the bigger man's cock, panicking. He couldn't breathe. He tried to snort in air through his nose, pushing at Kyle's muscular thighs. Despite his fear, he didn't dare bite - he was more afraid of what Kyle would do to him than he was of not being able to breathe. For the moment.

"Mmm, yeah, you got a real tight throat," Kyle said, feeling it contract around him as James choked. "Feels as nice as a good, tight pussy. Though I bet your ass will feel better." He pulled back, leaving the fat head in James' mouth, letting the other man suck in a breath of air before he forced himself down again.

Kyle started to fuck James' mouth in quick, brutal slides, raping his throat mercilessly. His cock throbbed at the wet heat of it. He was so fucking boned from feeling and watching the pretty college boy gag around his huge cock. He barely let James take a breath.

"Ow, you little fuck," Kyle said, pulling back. "Watch your teeth." It was nothing, just a little scrape where the boy hadn't been concentrating enough, but it wasn't fucking acceptable when you were sucking someone off. Pulling his cock out of James' mouth, Kyle spat in the boy's face and backhanded him sharply, hard enough to split his lip and send his glasses flying.

James' head whipped to the side. He flicked his tongue out, tasting blood. Reluctantly, he looked up at the other man, his eyelashes wet with tears. "I'm sorry."

Looking down, Kyle smirked. He pressed his foot into James' groin. "What's this, faggot?" he asked. "Sucking off guys gets you hard, huh? Well that's good, I guess. You're going to be doing a lot of that, so it's good that you get off on it like a real fag. Probably means you'll get off on a nice ass fucking, too. You're really gonna like it in here."

"I'm not," James croaked. "I don't." He wasn't a fag, he didn't get off on it. But he couldn't deny that he was hard, his cock throbbing, tenting his white briefs. This was exactly what he barely let himself think about at night. But hushed, late night fantasy with a shameful hand moving under his bed clothes was nothing like the reality. His throat hurt. He'd been humiliated, treated like he wasn't a man, wasn't even human.

This man was going to rape him. And he wasn't going to be gentle about it.

"Well, straight men don't get off on sucking cock, do they, boy?" Kyle asked, pulling James in by his hair. "Fuck, doesn't matter to me either way. I'll fuck you whether you get hard for it or not, all I care about is getting off. Don't much care either way if you get off with me. But you should be thankful. Fags just like you have paid money to suck me off. You're a lucky kid, bitch." Grinning, Kyle rubbed the sensitive head of his dick against James' lips and moaned.

"Now come on, suck it properly." He twisted his hand in James' hair. "Open your mouth, take it inside and suck it. If you do a good enough job, maybe I'll bust my nut in your mouth and we'll save your ass for later. If you can't get me to come, well - then we'll just have to see how well your virgin asshole takes a big dick like mine." Kyle grinned down at the boy. "Come on, you know the alternative is worse. Unless you want me to fuck your ass, I mean."

James paused, breathing hard. He knew that he didn't really have any choice - if he pissed Kyle off, he would pay for it. Slowly, reluctantly, he opened his mouth, letting the bigger man feed his cock to him. James sucked, hollowing his cheeks around Kyle's throbbing dick. He could feel the veins against his tongue, and he tried hard not to let his teeth graze the sensitive skin. His own cock throbbed between his legs. His hands twitched toward his cock before he stopped them, curling them into fists.

Kyle groaned, then laughed. "You wanna touch yourself, fag?" he asked. "You don't get to come until I do. You even try to touch your cock and I'll beat your nuts until they're the size of apples. Fucking faggots. No control." He pulled out again, looking down at his dick. He was so fucking hard, and he was getting bored of that pretty mouth. Kyle was a greedy guy - he wanted to open all his presents at once.

"I guess you want my dick up your ass. Get naked and lean over the bottom bunk. I want your ass in the air."

"No, please," James sobbed, his voice raw and rough from the throat fucking. "I'll suck it. I'll make it feel so good. Please. Please don't make me, I've never done anything like this, please."

"You've got ten seconds before I take your disobedience out on your balls."

A/N: Possibly more to come, if people are interested. I'd quite like to see how well James takes a big, thick cock up his tight little ass.



Prison Bitch



How did I end up here? A few hours ago I was in the local gay bar socializing and getting drinks from just about every guy there. Having never been to a gay bar before, I was surprised by all the attention I was getting.

My name is Joe, I'm 26 but I look ten years younger than I am. Which trust me can be annoying sometimes. The last thing I remember clearly was standing at the bar chatting with a 40 something man. Stan? Steve? I'm not sure. He was quite handsome though. When I think of him, I get the sense that he was very well endowed.

My head is killing me, I thought. Sitting on the edge of the bottom bunk. Is this my first hangover?

Here's what happened. At least, from what I remember...

[FLASHBACK - 3 Hours earlier.]

It was roughly 6:00pm. The parking lot was largely empty, so I pulled my grey Ford Taurus into one of the front spots.

I was nervous walking up to the door of the bar. Not even to the door I heard load music blaring. After pulling the door open, I was greeted by a cute Mexican guy in his early 20's maybe.

"Welcome to Charlie's!" He said, with a light Spanish accent. "Can I see your ID please?"

"Sure." I said, pulling out my wallet from my back pocket. "I promise I'm twenty-six."

"Really? You look like you're only nineteen or twenty." Said the cute Mexican guy.

"Thank you. I'm Joe." I introduced myself, handing him my driver's license.

After briefly glancing at my license, he says, "Alright Joseph. I'm Gabriel. If you need anything just ask."

"Thank you, Gabriel." I said.

Looking around the open space, I saw the wrap around bar, with about 20 stools at it. Since it was fairly early there was only 5 guys sitting at the bar. I noticed 3 were ogling me. I smile and nod energetically.

"Welcome to Charlie's." Said the bartender. "Can I get you anything?"

"Um, nothing right now. Thanks." I said.

I walked to the back of the bar, and settled onto an empty bench. I remember looking anxiously around the bar. It was sparsely crowded but it wasn't too bad. In total I'd say there was about 25 guys there.

Unexpectedly, one of the men from the wrap around bar walked up to me and said, "Hi there cutie." His voice was deep and kind of intimidating.

"Hi." I replied, my voice shaky.

"Is this spot taken?"

"No, sir. Please have a seat."

He eased his masculine body onto the bench. He was dressed in old torn blue denim jeans, a white tang top, and regular shoes. I could tell he worked out and probably lifted weights. He held two drinks in his hands.

"I'm Scott." He said. "I hope you don't mind, but I ordered you a drink." Scott offered me one of the glasses.

"Thank you, sir. But I don't drink." I told him.

"I figured." Scott said. "This is a ginger ale. Its what I had when I first started drinking."

I accepted the drink and shook Scott's hand. "Thank you."

Scott took a fast swig of his drink and downed it with a tilt of his head. I mimicked his motions as I drank my ale.

"So, what's a cute boy like you doing here?" Scott asked.

"Oh, just visiting family here. I'm from out of town." I said.

"Where are you from?"

"Dallas, Texas." I lied.

Scott nodded. "I like the weather there. I was there a few years ago."

Scott scooted closer to me and wrapped his thick muscle arm over my shoulders. In my pants, I left my dick stiffen. I tried to hide it by folding my hands over my lap and crossing my legs.

"You're kind of jumpy." Scott observed.

"I'm just nervous. This is my first time in a gay bar." I said.

"Then why don't you follow me. We can show each other a good time." Scott whispered in my ear.

I nodded and stood up. Being around 6'5", Scott towered over me since I'm only 5'4". I took his offered hand and followed him to the bathroom. There was an empty stall off in the far left corner. Scott closed and locked the door behind us.

"I wanted to kiss you since I saw you." Scott admitted.

Before I could reply Scott grabbed me by the waist, hunched over slightly, pulled me to him, and pressed his lips against mine. I expected his lips to be chapped and split. Instead Scott's lips were smooth and moist.

"Wow." Scott said, as our lips parted. "You're a good kisser."

"Thank you, sir." I replied. "Can I touch you?"

"Yes. Don't be afraid."

I slid my hands down Scott's broad shoulders down to his biceps. His tang top was soft cotton. Its like he read my mind. Scott pulled off his tang top revealing his ripped chest and chiseled abs. I couldn't help but stair at him.

"Do you like it, Joe?"

"Um... yes, sir."

Taking my wrists in his hands Scott pulled my hands from his biceps over to his nipples. "I noticed you were hard earlier."

"How did you know that?" I asked, looking up in his eyes.

"From the way you were fidgeting. It was cute."

"I'm sorry, sir."

I was too busy fondling Scott's chest to notice how light headed I felt. I was over come by a wave a dizziness. My vision blurred, and my pulse was racing. Sweat began soaking through my t-shirt. I began to sway.

"Whoa. Are you ok?" Scott asked.

"I don't... know... dizzy." I said.

The last clear memory I had is collapsing into Scott's arms.

[PRESENT TIME]

The next thing I know I wake up in a jail cell, wearing an orange jumpsuit. What happened in that bathroom stall? Did I suck his cock? Did Scott fuck me?

I heard the buzzer ring. A guard's voice called out. "Smith! You have a new cellmate!"

Footfalls grew louder and I was terrified. I never thought this could happen to me. Was I going to be raped in prison by some thug? God help me.

"Hi Joe. Miss me?"

I didn't believe it. It was Scott, from the bar. He was dressed in the same kind of orange jumpsuit as I was. The guard opened the cell door.

"Get in!" The guard ordered, pushing Scott inside. "Have fun you two!"

A long time passed before either of us said a word. It was Scott who broke the silence. "Where were we?"

"I was rubbing your chest." I reminded Scott.

Scott just eyed me as he started to undress. I was kind of relieved that Scott would be the man who'd rape me in jail.

"Don't just stand there bitch. Strip!" Scott demanded.

His tone brokered no room for argument. Scott was all ready fully naked by the time I pulled my shirt off and started to unbutton my pants.

Scott grunted. "Bitch, you're taking too damn long." He walked over to me and forcefully yanked my pants and underwear down to my ankles. "Yeah, that's nice."

"Thank-"

"Shut up, bitch!" He ordered. "Don't forget to take off your shoes."

I stepped out of my pants, and pulled off my shoes as I was ordered. Now I was completely nude. My dick was tiny compared to Scott's impressive cock. Already fully erect, I'd guess that Scott's cock was maybe 8 inches long.

"Now then, here's how this is going to work. You're my prison bitch. You do what I tell you, when I tell you, and how I tell you." Scott began. "If you don't..." Scott slapped me across the face. The sound of the slap echoed slightly in the jail cell.

I gasp in pain, almost having been knocked off my feet. I reached up to my cheek and rub it.

"Is that clear?" Scott asked.

With teary eyes, I nod. "Yes, sir."

"Ok bitch. Stop your whimpering. Now, first things first. Get on your knees and suck my dick."

"Yes, sir." I get into position, and kneel before his monster cock. Scott was circumcised, or cut. I open my mouth and begin moving toward his manhood. I ease my lips over the massive piece of cock. I suck his dick like my life depended on it. Which it probably did.

"Oh, fuck! Yeah! Just like that, bitch!" Scott moaned in pleasure. "And call me 'daddy'. Not 'sir'. Understood?"

I stopped sucking briefly. "Yes, daddy. Understood."

"Keep sucking, bitch!"

"Yes, daddy."

I put daddy's cock back in my mouth and suck it lavishly. It was a little painful at first. When his cock head hit my gag reflex, I chocked. But I was able to relax my throat muscles and daddy's dick slid in easier.

"Fuck... oh fuck!" Scott bellowed. "You best do a good job sucking daddy's cock. Cause your spit is the only lube you'll get."

I wasn't quite sure what he meant by that. I just kept sucking and sucking. Making sure my tongue was moist and my lips wet. Amazingly, daddy's cock felt like it grew an extra inch! I started to gag again. My eyes were watery with tears.

"Stop bitch! Damn, you made daddy pre cum." Scott gloated as he showed me his spit covered and cum drenched dick. "Now, go to the bed. Lay on your back, legs raised."

Oh god. Now I understood what he meant by all the lube I'll get.

"Yeah, bitch. Daddy's cock is nice and hard for that tight sphincter of yours."

With my legs over his shoulders Scott shoved his dick into my anus. He wasn't gentle about it either. Daddy pushed with as much force as he could to get his 9 inch cock into my hole.

"AHHH!!" I scream in pain. "It hurts daddy!"

"Relax bitch. Let me loosen you up."

Scott did just that. Shoving his cock in and pulling it out. It wasn't as bad when daddy pulled his dick out as it was when he went back inside. It got better as he continued to fuck me. Thrust after thrust, I could feel the head of his cock against my prostate.

"That's it bitch! Take daddy's cock!"

I could hear the echo of Scott's thighs slamming against my ass cheeks. Slap. Slap. Slap. But wait... Daddy's cock was starting to dry. I could feel his cock pulsate with each thrust into my rectum.

"Oh!! FUCK!! Good girl!" Daddy said.

With that Scott shot a huge load of cum into my ass. I felt divine. I arched my back and moaned in pleasure and with ecstasy. After a third shot of daddy's semen into my ass, Scott slowly pulled his dick out of my once tight, but now loosened hole.

"You did very good tonight, bitch. Can I call you Josephine?" Scott asked.

With as much pleasure as I just felt my hangover was almost gone. I was shaky as I set myself into an upright position next to Scott on the bottom bunk.

"You can call me whatever you want, daddy." I replied.

"Then I want to be honest with you Josephine." Scott began. "I drugged your ginger ale back at the bar with a ruffy. That's why you felt so dizzy and passed out."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

"And don't worry. You're not really under arrest. I'm good friends with the sheriff and the jail warden. I arranged for us to have this cell for the night." Scott explained.

I was speechless. I have to admit, it was the hottest sex I've ever had. Being locked behind bars, believing I was booked, and with a man who could have raped me if he wanted to.

"I don't believe it, daddy." I whispered. "I am free to go?"

The same buzzer from earlier sounded. The guard approached. "Yeah, you're both free to go. Unless you'd like to stay. That was hot."

As the door to the jail cell unlocked and opened, the guard turned to face the hall as Scott and I got dressed.

"We might want to change before we leave." Scott suggested.

"I agree." I replied.

And once we were dressed in our orange jumpsuits, the guard led us to where we could find our regular street clothes.

[THE END]