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Karmina

By: Void_Sprite



Dean used to have dreams as a kid. They never made any sense, and he could never remember them once he woke up, but he always remembered the same thing every time. The word 'Karmina'. He'd looked the word up in the dictionary, but it wasn't there. He'd looked it up on the internet, but nothing came up that meant anything. So he just put it out of his mind, and never spoke about it to anyone. It was a pity really, because if he had talked about it, his life would have been very different indeed.

The first time he even actually spoke the word was just after his 23rd birthday, and he was on his way back home from a holiday in Australia. He checked into the cheap hotel close to the airport, dropping his bag on the floor and holding the door open for the woman following him. All flights out of Sydney that day were cancelled due to some volcanic cloud of ash that was too much of a risk for pilots, and so everyone's flights were delayed until further notice. That could have been days, according to everyone Dean had asked, and so everyone who had booked a flight that day was offered free accommodation at nearby hotels. Unfortunately there were so many people there that day, and not enough hotel rooms available, so that meant there were a lot of people that were desperate for a place to stay. Fiona was one such person.

The two of them had met after the news had been broken over the airport's p.a. system. Dean had been given a room just down the road, but Fiona had gotten there too late, and there were no rooms left. A lot of people had been asking around to find out if anyone was willing to share, and Fiona had asked Dean. So the two of them were stuck sharing the cheap single room while they waited for who-knows how long for the airport to be given the all-clear.

Fiona was nice, cheerful, and very grateful to Dean for letting her share with him. She was so amused to hear his American accent, since she was from somewhere further south, where there weren't many tourists. Dean had admitted that he liked her accent too, that it was cute. So the two of them started talking as the bus took them past the hotel, and were laughing at each other's jokes and stories. Dean couldn't help but check out her body when she wasn't looking. She was only just shorter than him by at least two inches, and her long curly black hair flowed down her back like a rippling waterfall. She was wearing a low cut top as well, showing him a peek of cleavage, as well as the massive swell of her D-cup breasts. She had a nice curvy body too, not fat or anything, but she was cuddly in all the right places, even though she had a flat stomach.

He was still checking out her large, firm ass cheeks as he held the door open for her. There were only two rooms. One served as a bed/living room, and there was the bathroom with a shower, sink, and toilet, along with a small set of shelves for the first aid kit. The bed was only big enough for one person to sleep comfortably. Dean's cock twitched at the thought of sharing a bed with this woman he'd just met.

"Is it alright if I take the bed?" Fiona asked, already sitting down and taking off her jacket. Dean's heart sank. She wasn't interested. Not to be beaten so easily, he gave it a try anyway.

"Well, we could always share. I don't want to have to sleep on the floor." he said with a grin. She frowned for a moment and then laughed nervously.

"Uh . . . I don't think so. It isn't that kind of arrangement, ok?"

Oh well, he thought. That would've been fun.

That night, as Dean lay on the floor uncomfortably in his sleeping bag, he eventually drifted off to sleep, and had a dream. It seemed so familiar, and it all seemed so real to him, even though he knew it was a dream the whole time. He saw snatches of images, people he remembered seeing throughout his life. Most of all he could see all the women he'd met. Most clear of all were the ones he'd liked or fantasized over. They were walking, or sitting, or laying down asleep, each one coming into focus before his eyes one by one. Each time they did, he heard a whispered voice say 'Karmina', and suddenly they'd change. They'd stand where they were, eyes open and completely still, like a doll that had stopped moving, and they'd do whatever he wanted them to do. One by one they came into focus, the voice would call out 'Karmina', and then they'd switch off and listen to his commands. Over and over it happened, one woman after the other. He made them take off all their clothes and dance for him. He made them take off his pants and suck his long, hard cock. He told them to turn around on all fours or on their back and let him fuck them, which they did willingly, and happily. They enjoyed what was being done to them, they liked being told what to do. In his dream he fucked every girl that he could remember, ever girl he'd ever liked, and told them that he was the best they'd ever had, and they screamed his name as they came on his thrusting dick.

Dean woke up suddenly and sat up straight. He was covered with sweat, and his erection was making a tent in the sleeping bag. This time he didn't forget the dream at all, he remembered everything exactly. He could swear that he could still hear the voice whispering in his ear, the same word over and over and over. 'Karmina'. He heard a gentle snore interrupt his thoughts, and he looked over to the bed to see Fiona with her back to him, asleep. Without really thinking about what he was doing, he got up and slipped out of his sleeping bag. He stepped over to the bed, and knelt down on the sheets next to her. Without bothering being careful he lifted the covers off of her, and marveled at what he saw. She was sleeping in just her panties and a large cotton shirt. It was a cold night, and her nipples were poking into the soft fabric in the sudden chill. The shape of her breasts were clearly outlined under the taut material as she lay with it bunched up under her. Suddenly she opened her eyes and saw him looking down at her with a large tent in his boxers. She screamed and lashed out with her foot, catching him in the stomach. The wind was knocked out of him as she scrambled out of bed, snatched up her clothes and ran for the door.

"Karmina." Dean said hoarsely, still doubled over after she kicked him, and all at once she froze in place. She was in mid-stride, halfway to the door, when she just stopped and stood there, completely still. Dean watched her, not quite sure what was happening. Eventually the dull pain in his stomach faded and he could stand up straight. Cautiously he walked over to her, and stood in front of her. Her eyes were open, and blank, staring right through him.

"Fiona?" he asked, feeling his heart beating a mile a minute. He was terrified and exhilarated at the same time. He could barely bring himself to hope that his dreams were coming true. She didn't respond in any way.

"Fiona, can you hear me?"

"Yes." she said, in a dull and faraway voice. Dean decided to find out if what was happening was what he thought. Her breasts were rising and falling with her breathing, and he was staring at them as he spoke.

"Fiona, you feel safe and secure with me. In no way do you feel frightened or threatened by me. In fact you like me very much, and want to be my friend."

She repeated his instructions exactly, almost word for word, except saying 'I' instead of 'you' and so on. When she made no move afterwards, he took a deep breath and spoke again.

"Wake up now."

It was like flipping a switch. One moment she was completely still and staring at nothing, and the next she blinked and almost ran into him.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry Dean. I don't know what came over me. For a minute I was really scared." she said, and dropped her clothes where she stood in front of him. She walked back to the bed and sat down, breathing hard as though there had been no pause in her running.

"How do you feel now?" he asked carefully.

"Fine now. It must have been a nightmare or something." she said with a smile. "It's good that you're here, Dean. I feel safe with you here."

"Really?" said Dean, and he sat down next to her, examining her face for any sign of deceit.

"Yea, really. In fact I think I could go back to bed now. Normally I can't sleep all night after a nightmare, but I actually feel completely fine now."

She turned to crawl back into bed, but Dean stopped her by putting a hand on her shoulder. She turned to look at him, thinking that he wanted to say something to her. She smiled warmly, and Dean's cock stirred again at the thought that came to him.

"Karmina." he said, and once again there was the change. All expression left her face, and she turned to face forward, eyes staring at nothing.

"Fiona, can you hear me?" he asked her once more.

"Yes." she said dreamily.

"Do you like me?"

"Yes."

"Do you think I'm attractive?"

"Yes."

"Do you want to have sex with me?"

"No." she said, and Dean frowned.

"Why not?"

"Because I don't want to have sex with people I've just met." she said, still in her dreamy, faraway voice.

"Why not?"

"Because I don't want to be a slut."

"Fiona, you are a slut." he said, hoping against hope.

"I am a slut."

"Do you want to have sex with me?"

"Yes."

Dean's dick was completely erect again, and he gripped it through his boxers, sending tingles of pleasure rip through him.

"Why?" he asked her.

"Because I am a slut."

Dean couldn't stop smiling, and quickly thought up a plan that would fulfill some of his favorite fantasies.

"Fiona, whenever you hear me say the word 'bitch', you will become aroused, and you will like it when I say that you are a bitch."

His instructions were repeated back to him perfectly, and his dick throbbed under his hand.

"Each time you hear me say the word 'bitch' you will become more and more aroused, but you won't be able to find release no matter what. When you hear me say the word 'slut', you will have the most powerful, earth shattering orgasm you've ever experienced, and you will feel very relaxed afterwards, and any arousal you felt before will go away."

She repeated his instructions to him, and he almost came right then and there at the thought of what was to come.

"Do you like taking it in the ass, Fiona?" he asked.

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because it hurts."

"Have you tried it before?"

"Yes."

"Fiona, from now on, anal sex feels just as good to you as vaginal sex. Anything I tell you to do using the words 'do you think' you will want to do immediately, and you will enjoy doing it."

Once she repeated the words back to him, he told her to wake up, and she blinked, back to normal and completely unaware of what had happened. She looked at him and grinned.

"Thank you again for letting me share your room." she said, and then began to crawl into bed.

"Where are you going bitch?" Dean said, and she stopped where she was and gasped.

"I was just going to go back to sleep."

"You can't do that until you thank me properly, bitch."

Dean saw the change in her immediately. She was sitting in the middle of the bed, facing him, and rubbing her legs together. Her eyes shone at him in the street lamps from outside, peeking over the wave of curly hair draped over her shoulder.

"And how could I do that, baby?" she asked him.

"Do you think you could take off your clothes?"

She stripped out of her shirt without any hesitation, finally revealing her larger full breasts to him. He reached out to touch them, and she moaned as his large hands squeezed them and pinched her nipples. As he was fondling her tits, she hooked a thumb under the waist of her panties, and slid them down her legs, and letting them drop off her foot onto the floor. He could smell the hot musk of her pussy, and he knew she was very wet.

"You like it when I touch your tits don't you bitch?"

He felt a tremor run through her body as he said he magic word, and she moaned louder, grinding her legs together even more. He ran a hand up and down her thighs, and looking directly into his eyes, spread her legs as wide as she could. He was thrilled to see that she was completely shaven. He loved a bald pussy, and he saw that she was indeed very wet. Wasting no time, he lay down in front of her, and started lapping up her juices around her wet cunt, and then he used his fingers to part her juicy and swollen pussy lips to slip his tongue inside her warm, tight hole.

With a loud moan she wrapped her legs around his face, and put her hands on the back of his head. He swirled his tongue around, breathing heavily through his mouth. Her clit was poking out from under its hood and was rubbing against his nose. He wrapped his lips around it and started to suck it, making Fiona scream and hump his face. She was trying to cum, but she couldn't no matter how hard she tried.

Dean sat up and stripped off his boxers, revealing his six and a half inch cock. Fiona laid eyes on it and quickly grabbed her legs to pull them back further, completely exposing herself. Dean crawled up to her and used one hand to hold his throbbing member, and the other to hold onto her leg. He guided the knob of his dick into her pussy, and it felt so hot and slick that the rest followed with no resistance. Both of them moaned as Dean felt the tight pussy wrap around his cock, and Fiona felt herself being filled up.

He started to move in and out of her, slowly at first, but then picking up speed as she moaned encouragingly. She was breathing hard, gasping for breath as she looked down at her hairless snatch being penetrated, and then up into his eyes. The two of them shared a connection of mutual lust, and their eyes were laser locked to each other. He lifted himself up on his arms and feet, slamming into her with the weight of his body. The sound of his rock hard dick sliding in and out of her dripping wet pussy, and the slapping sound of their pelvises connecting again and again, was so obscene but it just turned them both on even more. Dean was whispered in her ear, telling her that she was a good little bitch, that she was his bitch, and that she was taking his dick like a bitch. Her moans of arousal and ecstasy were growing louder and louder, and she was brought the very height of her excitement and pleasure, but unable to reach her coveted climax. She wanted to cum so badly, but she also wanted him to keep fucking her. She couldn't believe how good this felt, how much she'd been missing by holding out all this time. She'd had so many opportunities to fuck so many guys that hit on her, but she'd always shot them down. Something about Dean though, just made her feel so very very good, and she wanted it to never stop. She was screaming his name as he pounded her hard. The bed was creaking and shaking violently

"Fuck me Dean! Fuck me Dean! Fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me!!!!" she wailed like a banshee. Finally Dean could feel himself getting close. He'd been holding off for so long, trying his very best to make this last, but he couldn't hold back anymore. He leaned in close as he held his hips against hers, and humped her to move his dick up and down inside her.

"Cum for me you slut." he said, and she screamed even louder as her body locked up. She threw her head back and arched her back with her legs locked around him. He felt her pussy spasm and squeeze his cock like he'd never felt before. She was milking his cock, and he was giving her all that he had. He could feel spurt after spurt shoot out of his rigid dick, filling her pussy and coating her from the inside. Finally Fiona collapsed, and fought to catch her breath. Dean's cock was sore after being squeezed so hard, but it was the best feeling in the world.

Even though he'd just spent his load, his cock was still hard, and he was still horny, ready for more.

"You're not done yet bitch." he told her, and she moaned again as she started to rub her swollen pussy.

"I thought that was a pretty good way of saying 'thank you'." she purred, still panting from the excursion of her climax. She'd never cum so hard like that before. She didn't know what it was about this man that made her feel like this, but she loved it. And now she wanted more.

"Do you think fucking you in the ass would be a better way of thanking me?" he asked, also breathing hard and grinning. She straight away sat up and took his cock in her mouth, looking up at him with her large, shimmering eyes.

"What are you doing?" Dean asked, surprised. She responded by taking his whole dick into her mouth, and he felt the tip touch the back of her throat. She gagged, and when she pulled away, his dick was covered in her gooey, stringy saliva.

"Lubing you up." she said with a wink, then turned around to get on all fours in front of him. Her ass was beautiful to behold, so round and perfect. She reached back with both hands to spread her lusciously large cheeks, exposing her wet red pussy, and her puckered anus. Dean couldn't believe how naught this girl was, and he wondered if all Australian girls were like this.

He inched closer, and spat on her wrinkled button. He rubbed it with a finger and heard her moan into her pillow. Apparently his suggestion of anal sex feeling good applied to rubbing it as well. He slipped a finger all the way into her tight, tight ass, and she moaned some more. He spat again, making sure that she was very wet before he steadied his dick behind her. He used a hand to put the tip right against her rubbery anus, and then put both of his hands on her hips to steady himself. He wanted to take it slow, and ease it in. He pushed just hard enough to poke the head of his dick inside. It popped past her sphincter with a small obscene little 'plop', and Fiona moaned in ecstasy. Then, completely without warning, she pushed back on his dick, and the spit covered rod was completely encased in her tight asshole. Both of them moaned with each other, and Dean couldn't believe how tight she was. He'd never been able to fuck a girl in the ass before, and now he was so happy that he could do it now. It was the tightest hole he'd ever been in. He started off slow just like before, but she was constantly bucking and pushing back, fucking his cock and moving back and forth. Her ass jiggled enticingly each time she slammed back into him, and he let go of her to put his hands behind his head and stretch his body so that she could push back onto him even harder.

She was on her knees, and fucking him like a pro. Her face was buried in the pillow, and she was holding onto the sheets around her for dear life. Dean could hear her screaming as loudly as she could into the pillow, and it was hard to tell whether they were screams of pleasure of pain. Judging by the way she was furiously pumping his cock with her ass, she was loving every minute of it.

He could feel his balls slapping against her tender pussy, and deep inside he felt another orgasm brewing. He brought a hand down hard on her ass, slapping her ass cheek with such a loud smack that she gasped with shock, raising her face from the pillow, but didn't stop bucking her hips into him. He spanked her again, this time with both hands on both cheeks.

"OH GOD YES!" she screamed at the top of her lungs, "FUCK MY ASS BABY!! FUCK MY TIGHT ASS!!"

She screamed again and again, over and over. Dean grabbed onto her slender hips and pulled her onto him even harder.

"Shut up slut." he grunted, and she let out the most guttural and primal scream he'd ever heard. Her asshole clenched down and squeezed his cock even harder than her pussy had before. He fell on top of her and whispered in her ear.

"Slut."

The second orgasm made her shake violently, and she kept screaming like a woman being stabbed.

Finally she calmed down, and she passed out right then and there. His dick left her asshole with a wet 'plop', and he fell down next to her, panting and exhausted.


Karmina Ch. 02



When Dean stepped off the plane he was a happy man. He'd spent most of the twelve hour flight from Australia in the bathroom with the hot redhead he'd met when he'd boarded, and then with one of the shapely air hostesses after that. He decided that he needed to take a break from all the sex. He'd spent the last week having sex every day, and there reached a point when a man just needed a break.

He got home to his cheap one bedroom apartment, and spent the day in, just watching TV. It was a relaxing change from the last week, and allowed him to recuperate a little. The next day, he looked on the internet for the addresses of local law firms, and went door to door with each of them. He made the effort to dress up like a courier, and even had a box wrapped up under his arm. He asked to see the 'person in charge' at each one, and most of them were men, which held no interest for Dean. It was late afternoon when he pulled up at one of the last law firms on his list. It was a massive building in the city, all glass windows. He went through the routine of asking to see the person in charge, under the pretense of having a package for them. After some waiting as the secretary talked on the phone for a while, he was directed to the elevator, and she pressed the top floor button for him. He thanked her, and she responded with a wink. He felt a sharp tingle in his dick as she did, but the doors closed before he could respond in any way. As he waited, he gradually felt his erection reach its full size, and he shifted uncomfortably, not able to do anything about it. He thought about talking to the secretary on the way out, maybe make a few 'suggestions' and take her back to his place. The ideas were still swirling around in his head when the doors opened, and he saw what looked like another lobby, just like the one downstairs. The secretary here spotted him and picked up the phone, said a few words, and hung up again.

He was asked to wait, so he sat down. He didn't have to wait very long, however, because the person in charge approached him and reached out to shake his hand. Dean's heart leapt in his chest as he looked up to see who it was. It was a woman! This is what he'd been looking for. His heart sank a little though when he took a good look at her. She wasn't as attractive as he'd imagined. In fact she was downright masculine. Oh well, can't have everything.

"I understand you have a package for me." she said with a small smile. "I'd like to know why it couldn't just be left at the front desk with the rest of the mail."

"I can explain that ma'am, in private." he replied. She narrowed her eyes at him, but eventually led him to her office, and fortunately there was no one else there. She sat down behind her desk, and motioned for him to sit down in the chair in front of her.

"So, what's this about?" she asked when he'd sat down. Dean didn't waste any more time.

"Karmina." he said, and he saw an immediate change in her demeanor. Her eyes went blank and her face lost all expression. Dean's heart was racing as he thought about what he was about to do.

"Are there any monitoring or surveillance devices in this offices?" he asked. She said no in a flat, monotone voice. Well, that was a relief.

"What's you're name?"

"Diane."

"Diane, how much money do you have in your personal bank account."

Dean didn't hear the exact figure, he jumped for joy when he heard the word 'billion', and the rest was just noise after that. He gave her instructions to transfer two million dollars to his bank account without question, and that she wouldn't remember doing it afterwards. He also told her to give him her personal cellphone number, and if he were to call up and say the words 'it's raining penguins', something that no one would ever think to say to her, then she'd make another transfer for the same amount without hesitation, and forget about it afterwards.

Dean checked his bank balance on his phone on the way down on the elevator. His vacation had left him with not a lot left of what he'd saved for it. From memory he figured he only had a hundred dollars left. The number on his phone was considerably bigger than a hundred. Bigger by two million. He skipped out of the building, drove home, and called his boss, telling him to suck it and that he quit.

He decided to celebrate his new-found wealth with some dinner, and headed straight for the supermarket. He was browsing the dairy aisle when he bumped into someone, literally, and both of them dropped their baskets. The woman he'd bumped into was flustered and apologized again and again as she knelt down to pick up her basket.

"I'm sorry about that." she said for the fifth time. "I'm just all over the place today. I'm trying to get my daughter's birthday ready on time."

"That can be tough." said Dean, making idle small talk with the woman while he stole glances at her chest. It was impressive, probably in the double D range, even though she was slightly shorter than him. She was also a little on the heavy side, but not what he'd call fat. She was more full-figured, and her long curly black hair was draped over her shoulders in a way that framed her chest to him perfectly. His erection returned with a vengeance, and he started to think of how he could satisfy his urges.

"It is tough." she said, completely oblivious to his staring. "She's turning 18 today."

Sinful thoughts started to dance in his mind as she said this.

"Can't your husband help you out?" he asked innocently. It sounded fake to him, and he knew it, but he hoped that she wouldn't notice.

"Oh. No, he's . . . uh. He's not around to help."

Dane's imagination was going crazy, and he couldn't help himself. He looked around to make sure that no one was watching, and said the magic word.

"Karmina."

Her eyes glazed over and she remained completely still.

"What's your name?" he asked.

"Julie."

"What's your daughter's name?"

"Haley and Vanessa."

Dean blinked in surprise.

"You have two daughters?"

"Yes."

"How old are they?"

"Haley is eighteen today, and Vanessa is twenty two."

"Where is your husband?"

"I don't know. He left ten years ago."

Dean's heart began to race at the possibility before him.

"Are you in a relationship with anyone?"

"No."

"So who lives at your house?"

"Haley, Vanessa and me."

"No one else?"

"No."

This was something that Dean hadn't even considered when he'd thought about the possibilities of his gift. He'd thought about all of his sexual fantasies coming true, but he hadn't thought about a mother and her daughters. Now that he was, his erection was straining at his pants, and he took the opportunity that was staring him in the face.

"Julie, when you wake up, you will trust me completely, and you will want me to come with you to your place. You will be attracted to me, and will be sad if I leave." he said. He was taking this one slow, not making any explicit or extreme suggestions until he knew exactly what he was dealing with.

He told her to wake up, and her face lit up like a christmas tree when she saw him.

"My name's Julie." she said, forgetting that she'd already told him while she was under his spell.

"I'm Dean." he replied. "Listen, it sounds like you need some help with this party. If you don't mind, I could help."

"That would be great!" said Julie with a big smile, and she touched his arm affectionately. Together they finished their shopping, and he helped her get it all into her car. He followed her home in his car, and before long he was helping her bring all of her groceries into the house. A young woman was at the door waiting for Julie, and she eyed Dean with surprise and suspicion.

"Who's this?" she asked as she took some of the shopping bags out of Julie's hands.

"Oh, this is Dean. He offered to help me with the shopping, and I just couldn't say no. Dean this is Vanessa."

Dean said hello, but Vanessa just stared at him. She looked just like her mother, but slimmer and not as endowed in the chest. Her breasts looked more like full C cups compared to Julie's generous bosom. Another young woman came running into the room, but stopped short at the sight of Dean.

"Hi Haley, sweetie." said Julie. Dean picked his moment.

"Karmina." he said, and all three women froze and went blank.

"Haley, who else is in the house?" he said as he closed the front door.

"Mom, Vanessa and me."

"No one else?"

"No."

"Who is coming for the birthday party?"

"No one. It's a family party."

This was perfect. He admired the three women in front of him, and his mouth was watering at what he had planned. Haley was the spitting image of Vanessa, only shorter, and not quite as slim, but still not as heavy as her mother. Both of the girls had long black hair, just like their mother, but neither of them were quite as curly as hers. Haley's hair was in a neat, swishy ponytail, and Vanessa's was loose over her shoulders. 

"Are any of you in a relationship?" he asked. As horny and powerful as he felt, he didn't want to ruin anyone's life. All three women said no in unison.

Dean thought about what he had in front of him right now. He decided that he didn't want to make them his slaves, at least not yet. He decided to have some fun first.

"When you wake up, all three of you will be attracted to me, and will want me to stay with you in your house. You'll all find me sexually attractive and when you look at me you'll only be able to think about having sex with me."

If this was done right, then he wouldn't be changing their individual behavior or personalities, but just adding sexual attraction to the mix, which meant that they wouldn't act any different toward each other than normal.

When he woke them up, all three of them smiled and welcomed him to their home. He helped Julie put the groceries away, and the two girls were hanging around while they did. When he looked in their direction, he saw them quickly look away, blushing. He spent a while talking to them all, getting to know about them, and the girls were eager to tell him all about themselves. They were giggling and laughing while they talked, clearly infatuated with him, and at one point he felt Julie's hand on his ass when she came up behind him to hand him a glass of coke.

"Hey, do you wanna see my room?" Haley asked, and practically dragged Dean out of his chair and up the stairs before he could answer. She took him to her room, and closed the door behind them. She was blushing even more now, and breathing slightly harder.

"This is my room, what do you think?" she asked. Dean looked around, and saw all sorts of things that he half-expected a teenage girl to have in their room. There was a stereo, posters of bands, stuffed animal toys on a shelf and dirty clothes on the floor. Haley kicked some of the clothes out of sight in embarrassment and seemed not sure how to stand as she moved her arms from her hips to her head then crossed across her chest. Dean watched her, amused. He noticed that her hands often wandered to below her waist, and her fingers were fiddling with the drawstring of her sweatpants. Her nipples were very prominent through her shirt.

"It's a nice room."

"Thanks." she said with a nervous smile, and took a step toward him. Finally she was pressed right up against him, and she started to undo his belt as she looked into his eyes. She slowly slid down onto her knees without breaking eye contact, and she bit her lower lip as she unzipped his pants, and reached in to pull out his raging erection. It was as stiff as a steel rod, and oozing pre-cum like crazy. Haley suddenly became breathless as she looked at it, and Dean wondered if maybe she was a virgin.

She took the tip of his cock in her mouth and started to suck. After that she got lost in the moment and took the whole thing in her mouth. Dean instantly knew that she was an amateur, but still enjoyed her efforts as she enthusiastically bobbed her head up and down on his dick. A few minutes later there was a knock at the door, and Haley pulled her head up sharply. Dean's cock popped out of her mouth with a wet 'pop'.

"Fuck." she said, softly, and quickly tried to stuff Dean's hard on back into his pants. He took over and zipped up just as the door opened and Haley stood up, looking flushed and embarrassed. Vanessa was standing out in the hallway, and looked at the two of them standing in the middle of Haley's room, with Haley trying to appear nonchalant with some saliva around her mouth.

"I need to talk to you Dean." Vanessa said, and walked away without waiting for him to follow. He quickly caught up to her, leaving a pouting Haley alone in her room, and Vanessa led him to her room.

"I know what you were doing in there." she said as she closed the door. She looked stern and serious as she said it, and Dean started to get a little worried.

"Look, I know what it looks like, but . . . "

"You don't need to say anything, Dean. I just want to tell you that you don't want to get involved with my sister."

"Why not?" he asked, still slightly worried. She took a step closer to him, and laid a hand on his crotch.

"Because she's a virgin, and doesn't know how to please a man."

She turned around to lean forward and onto her bed, so that she was standing over it, and hiked up her skirt to show that she wasn't wearing any panties.

"Don't you want a girl with a bit more experience?" she asked. Dean was caught by surprise. It looked like he was in the middle of some kind of sibling rivalry. Not that he was complaining, this was turning out to be fun. He stepped closer, and stroked her bare ass before him. She moaned slightly and moved back to pressed her ass against his crotch. Dean undid his pants again, letting them fall to the floor around his feet, and he made no hesitation in slipping his erect cock into Vanessa's already hot and moist snatch. By now Dean was extremely horny, and he let her know this by grabbing onto her waist with both hands and pulling her hard onto his prick. He didn't bother to start slowly either, and she didn't seem to mind as he slammed his hips against her round ass again and again, powering his cock into her pussy. Vanessa bend down further so that she could bury her face in the sheets to stifle her screams of pleasure, but Dean wasn't having any of that. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her head back, forcing her to lean back up. He wasn't hurting her, that he could tell, just letting her know that he was in control. She seemed to like it, and was furiously rubbing her clit as fast as she could. The sound of their fucking was loud and obscene. The sound of his hips hitting her ass, the grunts and groans from Dean and the mewling moans from Vanessa, as well as the wet sound of her pussy being penetrated over and over.

After a while, Vanessa became more frantic in her rubbing, and she was moving back onto Dean's cock even more than before. He knew that she was getting close, and he redoubled his efforts, pulling on her hips even more to pull her onto him even harder. When her orgasm struck, it was very loud. She screamed out in raw, primal pleasure, and her whole body was shaking. Her legs gave out and she fell to the floor, draped forward over the bed. Deans dick was still rock hard, and glistening wet with her juices. It was getting painful now, and he was getting desperate for release. He started to stroke his dick, but Vanessa saw and batted his hand away. She took his whole length into her mouth and started to clean her juices off of it. It was clear that compared to her sister, Vanessa was a pro at sucking dick. She wasn't sucking so much, but letting her lips slide over his cock, and she let a lot of saliva build up to make the whole thing even more slippery. Her tongue was working wonders on the tip too. Every time she bobbed her head up, her tongue would swish around the tip, sending waves of tingling pleasure wash through him. He could feel his orgasm brewing in his balls, and he put his hands on her head, helping her keep the rhythm.

"Stop that right now you two!" said someone at the door, and both of them looked to see Julie standing in the open doorway, hands on her hips and red in the face. She looked furious. Haley was poking her head around the edge of the doorway, her eyes wide and glued to the scene before her, Vanessa on her knees with Dean's rigid cock in her hand.

"Mom, I . . ."

"Don't bother! Dean, come with me right now!!"

The moment that Vanessa had stopped sucking Dean's dick, the pleasure she caused was quickly replaced by discomfort. Dean still hadn't cum, and it was really getting to him. As he pulled up his pants and walked out of the room to follow Julie, he felt a small feeling of deja-vu. It was just like following Vanessa out of Haley's room. He hoped that Julie intended for it to be the same as well, otherwise Dean would have to make a few suggestions to make it that way.

Julie led him to her room, and locked the door behind them. She was still red in the face, and her nipples were straining against the material of both her bra and shirt. Dean wondered how long she'd watched him and Vanessa before stopping them. She paced back and forth a few times before she spoke. She didn't look directly at him.

"I don't appreciate what you just did." she said eventually.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, I brought you to my home because I . . ." she hesitated, and her eyes were shimmering with held-back tears.

"Because what?" Dean prompted.

"Because I thought you wanted me." said Julie in a small voice. She sighed and sat down on her bed, burying her head in her hands. Dean tentatively sat down beside her and put a hand on her shoulder. Dean's suggestion of trusting him was still working, because she leaned over and fell into his arms. He stroked her back as she cried into his chest.

"When my husband left, I thought that was it for me." she said. "I thought that it was all over, that I'd never find anyone ever again."

"Do you want to tell me about it?" Dean asked.

"I've never told anyone about why he left." she sobbed. Dean could feel his erection straining through his pants, and it was pressed hard against her as she leaned into him. There was no way she could not know it was there. She didn't pull away though.

"It might make you feel better to tell someone." said Dean. For a while she didn't say anything, and when she finally did, it was in a quiet voice.

"He said I sickened him." she muttered. "He stormed out of the house and never came back because of me."

"Why? What happened?"

"I asked him to . . . do things. You know, in bed."

Dean's cock twitched, and he tried to shift away from her to make it more comfortable, but she had her arms around him now, and he couldn't move away.

"What kind of things?" Dean asked. He wondered what kind of things would make a man leave his family in disgust.

"I asked him to . . . say things."

"What things?" Dean whispered, and stroked her back some more. He let his hands fall a little to her side, and he touched the side of her breasts. She didn't stop him.

"I wanted him to call me his bitch." she said. "I wanted him to dominate me, to smack me and pull my hair. I wanted him to make me his, but he didn't want that. He said I was a freak, and that it sickened him to be with me. So he left."

"He was an asshole, Julie." said Dean. "You can't blame yourself for that."

Julie sat up and started to pace around the room again.

"You don't understand. I haven't been with anyone since him. I haven't felt the touch of a man in ten years. I've been afraid of it because of why he left, afraid that no one would want me. When I met you I thought that I was wrong, that you could want me. But the moment you come to my home, you're in my daughter's room, fucking her like a dog and pulling her hair!"




Karmina Ch. 02 Pt. 2



This chapter is for everyone who pointed out (and rightfully so) that chapter 2 of this story ended far too abruptly. I'm sorry, and here's the rest ^_^

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An hour later, Dean was sitting on the couch with a beer in his hand. Haley was on her knees in front of him, and Vanessa was beside her, teaching her how to suck his dick.

"Don't suck so much, make sure that your lips are sliding along it. You need more spit on here, come on, make it wet." she was saying. Meanwhile, Julie was behind Vanessa on her hands and knees, eagerly munching on her daughter's wet snatch and asshole from behind. Dean had given the daughters the same suggestions that he'd given Julie. Now he had a family of sluts to attend to his every whim.

Once he was satisfied that Haley now knew what she was doing, he told the two girls to suck on their mother's massive tits. They did, taking one each, as Julie sat back in the armchair opposite him. Dean took up position behind Haley and started to fuck her as he watched them suckle on their mother's breasts. He positioned the head of his cock right at the entrance to her virgin hole, and pressed it firmly against it, pushing it inside. Haley gasped as she felt the intrusion, and Vanessa reached out to hold her hand. Julie stroked her younger daughter's hair lovingly, and whispered soft words of encouragement.

"It's ok sweet girl. It only hurts for a while."

Dean pushed slightly harder, feeling her tight snatch give in little by little to his penetration. He felt some resistance, and knew that he'd reached her hymen. Haley was grunting and moaning the whole time, squeezing her sister's hand, as well as her mother's. Then Haley suddenly pushed back onto Dean's cock , he felt a small 'pop' as the resistance gave way, and he went all the way inside her cunt. She screamed in pain as the point of no return was reached, and Dean held onto her hips as he started a steady rhythm, moving in and out of her softly. After a few minutes she was moaning, and moving her hips in a circular motion, relishing the feeling of being filled up by a man for the first time. Vanessa sat up and knelt on the floor beside her sister, and held Haley's ass cheeks open as Dane picked up the pace a little. Dean watched with delight as Vanessa let a long string of saliva droop from her lips to land on Dean's dick as it slid out of Haley, helping to lubricate it.

When Dean had given Julie suggestions, he'd given her three trigger words. If he said 'bitch' she'd get turned on, and unable to cum unless he said the word 'whore'. If he told her to do something by saying 'I want you to' before it, she'd want to do it straight away. The last one he'd shared with the girls, so that they'd have the same effect on all three of them, but he'd given each of the two girls different trigger words for being turned on and making them cum, so that he could control each of them without affecting the others. He tried to remember the words he'd given Haley.

"Do you like the way my dick feels, slut?" he grunted, and Haley's moans reached a higher pitch and urgency. She reacted immediately to her trigger word, and was getting hornier.

"You're such a dirty little slut, aren't you? You love having a cock buried in your pussy, don't you?"

"Yes." said Haley, in a long drawn out guttural groan. Julie was still stroking her hair and gently holding her head closer to her breast, encouraging her to suckle some more. Julie's other hand was busy between her legs. Dean called her a bitch, and smiled as he saw her fingers work even faster at her juicy, swollen cunt. Her pussy was freshly shaved, at Dean's suggestion, and she was loving the feel of her fingers on the smooth skin.

Dean picked up the pace of fucking Haley, wanting to make her cum for the first time on a man's dick. He leaned over and grabbed a handful of her hair to pull her head back.

"Slut," he whispered in her ear, "slut, slut, slut, slut, slut."

Haley was going berserk, bucking and writhing like a wild animal, moaning and screaming like a maniac. All that was running through her mind was the frantic, relentless desire, and the pleasure that she was feeling at Dean's attention and penetration. He chanted her trigger word over and over again, keeping time with his thrusts into her drenched pussy. Finally he could feel his own orgasm brewing, and he waited until the last minute before saying the word that would rock Haley's world, giving her a massive, life-changing orgasm.

"Cream." he whispered. Haley screamed long and loud, like the roar of a wild cat, and Dean felt her squeeze down on him like a clamp as she came suddenly and violently. It pushed him over the edge, and he emptied his balls into her soaking cunt as he came. Julie sat up on the couch, and cradled Haley's head to her breast, holding her as she had the biggest orgasm of her life, feeling proud of her youngest daughter.

Soon it was over, and both Dean and Haley collapsed to the floor, breathing hard and bodies shiny with sweat. As soon as he was able, Dean got to his feet.

"Julie, I want you to suck my dick." he said, and Julie wasted no time getting into position on her knees in front of him. She didn't hesitate taking his entire length all the way into her mouth, and moaned as she tasted Haley's juices that coated it, as well as traces of blood from where he'd popped her cherry. She looked up at him with her big brown eyes, wanting to know that she was pleasing her master. As she bobbed her head up and down on his cock, behind her Vanessa was helping her sister onto the couch, and the two sisters were kissing softly as Vanessa rubbed herself, kneeling on the couch to face her sister seated at one end.

"Slave." said Dean, and Vanessa responded to her own trigger word, and her fingers sped up, rubbing her cunt. 

Under Julie's tender administrations, Dean was soon hard again.

"Vanessa, are you wet for me, slave?" he said. She moaned loudly as she moved her fingers even faster, trying desperately to find release. Haley was still making out with her, and reached out to fondle her sister's breasts. Dean sat down on the couch, behind where Vanessa was on her knees. He saw that she was indeed very, very wet.

"You're really turned on right now, aren't you slave?" he said. She moaned some more. He loved teasing the girls like this, getting them more and more worked up before he even touched them. Having this kind of control over them was intoxicating. He'd always had fantasies of dominating a woman in bed, of being in control. But when he'd suggested the idea to any of his past girlfriends, they'd just sneered and shook their heads, so he'd always had to do without. Now he had three women under his complete control, to fulfill his every command and love every minute of it. The fact that it was a woman and her two daughters was another suppressed fantasy that he'd only ever entertained in the privacy of his own mind. Never did he ever think that it would ever come true.

He reached out and pushed Vanessa's hand away from where she was furiously rubbing her flushed and soaking wet pussy. He ran his own fingers across it, and his fingers were drenched from just that small contact.

"Mmm, I bet you're aching to cum, aren't you slave?" he said, and he saw her writhe in the sudden increase of her arousal. "I want you to sit on my dick, slave. Fuck my cock until you cum."

Within seconds Vanessa was off the couch, and standing in front of him, facing away from him. She leaned forward and lowered her plump, juicy rump over Dean's raging erection. Dean held his cock in place with one hand, and helped guide Vanessa's hips down with the other. When her steaming hot pussy found the head of his dick, she sat down on it instantly. It slipped in with no resistance whatsoever, she was so wet and ready for him, and she groaned as he filled her up completely. She planted her hands on his knees, and started pumping her ass up and down as fast as she could. Dean was enjoying the view she was offering of her ass as she bent down low.

Dean looked up to see both Haley and Julie watching the scene, both of them were fingering themselves with unbridled, shameless lust. Haley was still at the other end of the couch, legs spread wide, and staring at her sister's ass moving up and down. Julie was sitting on the floor next to her, also with her legs spread and both hands between them.

Dean knew that Julie was a natural submissive, and loved to be dominated even without his suggestions. A thought crossed his mind, and his cock twitched inside Vanessa as it did.

"Haley, I think your bitch of a mother has been really naughty." he said, and he heard Julie gasp as she heard her trigger word. "I think she needs to be punished, don't you?"

Haley nodded absently, still riveted to the scene before her, but Dean saw Julie's cheeks flush red.

"Haley, I want you to spank your mother. She's been a dirty bitch, and she needs to be punished like the slut she is." he said, carefully fitting in both of their trigger words. "I want you to treat her rough, and make her your bitch."

Vanessa was still moving her ass as fast as she could, and the obscene, wet sound of her ass slapping against his hips was music to his ears as he watched Haley get up and grab her mother's hair.

"Come here you bitch!" she snapped, and pulled Julie across the floor so that she was on her hands and knees, following her daughter. Haley pushed down on Julie's back, forcing her face down onto the carpet, so that her ass was high up in the air.

Dean loved Julie's ass. She was a heavy woman, not exactly fat, but just big and curvy, and her ass was impressive. Looking at it like this, on her knees and her face to the floor, it was so wide and huge that Dean wanted to slap it himself. Later, he told himself, you can do it later. Haley knelt down beside her mother's ass, and wrapped one arm around Julie's hips to hold her against her body. With the other hand, Haley reached out, and brought her open palm down sharply onto the luscious pale cheek. The sounds in the room were driving Dean crazy. The wet patter of Vanessa's ass frantically moving up and down against him, the slap of Haley's hand on Julie's rump, and the mewling sounds of pain and pleasure coming from Julie. Dean admired Vanessa's ass as it moved. It wasn't as big as her mother's but still nicely round and plump. He slapped it hard, getting a breathless gasp from Vanessa, who leaned forward more to grab her ankles as she moved even faster.

"Lust." he said, and Vanessa's second trigger word worked its magic as she suddenly came in the most violent and intense orgasm she'd ever experienced. It hurt his cock as she clenched her pussy so hard as she came, screamed wildly and loudly. Haley watched her as she paused in spanking Julie, blushing with arousal. As Vanessa's orgasm faded, Dean pushed her away, and got up off the couch. He hadn't cum yet, and right now he wanted one thing, and one thing only right now. He strode over to Julie, still on her knees facing away from him, and pushed Haley away and plunged his cock deep into her ass without any lead up or warning. His raging dick was already well lubricated from Vanessa's cum and juices, so it slipped in easily, and the tight hole spasmed at the sudden, violent intrusion. Julie screamed, but they became moans as Dean started fucking her hard, holding on tightly to her hips, pulling her onto him. He slapped her ass with one hand, and reached forward to grab a fistful of her hair to pull her head back. This was by far Dean's favorite position. It was the purest form of his dominance, and of her submission.

"Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch." he muttered, chanting the word in time with his strokes. Julie was wailing and screaming loudly. She was overcome with lust and desire, overwhelmed with pleasure and arousal. She was screaming incoherently, unable to think as she felt wave after wave of pleasure rip through her body, emanating from Dean's vicious penetration of her ass. Finally, when he felt that he was just seconds away from his own orgasm, he leaned in close and whispered in her ear.

"Whore." he grunted, and her screams went up a whole octave, and she came suddenly and hard. Her ass clenched down on his dick, like Vanessa and Haley's pussies had, and for the second time Dean came hard, spraying white, hot semen into Julie's bowels. Jet after jet of his cum was squeezed from his dick, milked by Julie's ass as her orgasm came in waves, ripping through her and making her quiver and tremble.

He pulled away and his dick popped out of her rubbery asshole. After all that Dean was very, very tired. He told the three of them to clean themselves up, and he got ready for bed. To his surprise, both Haley and Vanessa started to lick Julie's asshole at the same time, eagerly lapping up the drooling trail of semen that Dean had left behind. He hadn't told them to do that.

Dean showered, washing off the sweat and cum, and letting himself relax after a long, full day. It was hard to believe that it hadn't even been 24 hours since he'd met Julie at the supermarket, but now he'd taken her family under his sway. Once he dried himself off and went to Julie's bedroom, he saw that the three of them had already made themselves comfortable in the bed. With a smile Dean crawled into bed with them, and all four of them snuggled close together as they all drifted off to sleep.

Talk about a dream come true, Dean thought with a smile.



Karmina Ch. 02



She'd watched him fuck her daughter? She must have been watching a while to see him pull her hair. It sounded like she was jealous too. Dean didn't know what kind of madman would leave a woman like Julie. If she wanted to be dominated, then Dean wasn't about to disappoint. 

"Karmina." he whispered. Julie's eyes went blank, and Dean didn't waste any time.

"Julie, whenever you hear me call you a bitch, you will become aroused. However, you will not be able to reach climax or relief from your arousal no matter what. Each time time I call you a bitch, you will become more and more aroused. When I call you a whore, you will immediately have the biggest orgasm you've ever had, a life-changing, earth-shattering orgasm, and you will feel happy and relieved afterwards. After your orgasm you will no longer be aroused. Do you understand, Julie?"

Julie repeated his instructions back to him word for word.

"Julie," he added, "From this moment on anal sex will feel as good to you as vaginal sex. When I say the words 'I want you to', anything I tell you to do after those words you will immediately want to do, and you will obey me."

He told her to wake up, stood up and walked closer to her. He used a finger to move a stray hair from her face, and grabbed her hair in his fist to pull her head back.

"Take off your shirt." he whispered in her ear. "Bitch."

Her eyes were wide, and her breathing heavy. She made no move to push him away, but looked into his eyes with sudden, wild excitement.

"Do it now." Dean growled. He let go of her hair and stepped back as he watched her gradually lift her shirt up and over her head. Her breasts were straining against the material of the bra.

"Take off the bra too."

She did, and revealed her breasts to him. They were beautiful, round and heavy, and her nipples were like hard little studs.

"Now take off the rest of your clothes bitch." said Dean quietly. "I want to see you naked."

Still blushing and breathing heavily, she did as she was told. Soon she was standing naked before him. He told her to turn around for him, to let him see what she had to offer.

"Do you have any lubricant here, Julie?" he asked.

"Why?" she asked in a small voice.

"Because you're going to take my dick in your ass, like the bitch you are."

Julie's eyes widened in shock and fear, but also excitement.

"Do you have any lube?" Dean repeated. She nodded. "Go get it then, bitch."

She disappeared into the small bathroom, her plump round ass swaying back and forth as she walked, and came back out holding a small tube of KY jelly.

"Have you ever been fucked in the ass Julie?"

"No." she whispered.

"Then we'll need a lot of lube." he said with a smile. He told her to get on the bed, lay on her back, and spread her legs for him. She did, hesitantly, her enormous breasts jiggling with every movement and exciting Dean more. The pain in his cock was getting stronger, but he still took his time, wanting to savor this moment. He made her pull her legs back so that her feet were wide apart, on either side of her head, completely exposing her juicy, swollen pussy lips and puckered asshole. Dean opened the tube of lube and applied it to her tight little sphincter. He rubbed it all over with a finger, and slipped it inside to get in inside her. Her anus twitched at the penetration. He then took off his pants to expose his raging, throbbing hard-on. She stared at it with wanton lust and anticipation. He rubbed the jelly all over his cock, making it glisten and wet.

"I want you to get on your knees now, and hold your ass cheeks apart for me." he said. She did without any hesitation, responding well to his trigger words. Her large, bulbous ass was held apart by her small hands, and her glistening wet asshole was ready for him.

He approached her, and held his cock steady as he got ready to impale her anus with it. Dean didn't take it slow, and he wasn't gentle. He'd had this erection ever since Haley had gotten on her knees and taken him in her mouth. Then he'd been brought close to the edge of orgasm by Vanessa, and now he was so hard and horny that he couldn't stand it any more. He plunged his raging boner deep into her bowels, and her lubricated little hole accepted it with a wet and obscene sound. Julie screamed as he grabbed onto both her hips and pulled her onto him hard. Within seconds he was fucking her ass as hard and as fast as he could. The bed was shaking and her ass was jiggling magnificently as he pounded her furiously. She was screaming very very loudly as he fucked her. He knew that her daughters would be hearing it, and he grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her head back as he fucked her.

"I want you to tell me how you feel about what I'm doing to you bitch." he growled in her ear.

"I love the way you're fucking my ass!" she screamed. "You're fucking me so hard, it's making me feel so good! Please don't stop fucking me!"

Before long, Dean could feel his climax approaching, and he pulled her hair even harder to bring her head back some more.

"You're such a whore." he whispered in her ear. Her screams rose a whole octave and became even louder as her orgasm seized her. Dean felt her tight asshole clench hard under the force of it, and he came right then, completely filling her bowels with his cum, coating her tight little ass.

An hour later, Dean was sitting on the couch with a beer in his hand. Haley was on her knees in front of him, and Vanessa was beside her, teaching her how to suck his dick.

"Don't suck so much, make sure that your lips are sliding along it. You need more spit on here, come on, make it wet." she was saying. Meanwhile, Julie was behind Vanessa on her hands and knees, eagerly munching on her daughter's wet snatch and asshole from behind. Dean had given the daughters the same suggestions that he'd given Julie. Now he had a family of sluts to attend to his every whim.

Once he was satisfied that Haley now knew what she was doing, he told the two girls to suck on their mother's massive tits. They did, taking one each, as Julie sat back in the armchair opposite him. Dean took up position behind Haley and started to fuck her as he watched them suckle on their mother's breasts. He fucked all three of them all day long, and into the night. He fucked them in all of their holes, and came at least once in each one. When he went to sleep that night, it was in Julie's queen size bed with all three women snuggled up with him.



Karmina Ch. 03



To all readers and fans of this series: This story is a direct continuation of chapter 2, and is meant to be a little misleading. It won't seem like a continuation at first, but by the end hopefully it will all make sense :)

Enjoy. 

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Julie turned off the shower, and stepped out and onto the towel on the floor. With one hand she reached out for the towel hanging up on the wall, while her other was caressing her massive, heavy tits. She loved the way they felt under her hands, lifting them up and feeling their weight, pinching and pulling her nipples. The sharp pain that it caused excited her, and made her most between her legs, and not from the shower. She stopped to dry herself off first though. She was getting ready for bed, and intended to spend a good long while with her 'special friend'. That's how she referred to the vibrator she kept hidden at the bottom of her underwear drawer.

She wrapped the towel around herself to cover herself up, and wrapped another around her long, curly black hair, then left the bathroom to make her way down the hallway. It was late, and by now her two daughters would be asleep, so she was careful not to make any noise as she walked across the carpeted floor to her bedroom. But she stopped when she noticed a soft bluish light coming from under Vanessa's bedroom door. Vanessa was her eldest daughter at twenty three years old, and Haley was nineteen. Julie was curious as to what the light was, and very carefully opened the door a crack, just wide enough to peek through. The light was coming from Vanessa's laptop, which was sitting on her bed. Vanessa was laying in bed on her side, with one leg cocked up, the outline of her body made visible by the light from the laptop, facing away from the door, intently watching what was playing on her computer. Julie noticed three things straight away about the scene before her. First was that the computer was showing what was undoubtedly porn, second was that Vanessa was naked, and the subtle movements of her arms suggested that she was busy fingering herself. The third thing that Julie noticed was that the video her daughter was watching only had two women in it. 

Julie was puzzled by this. She'd never suspected that her eldest daughter liked girls. She'd had a few boyfriends, and therefor assumed that she'd had sex with them. Although as a rule she didn't want to stick her nose in her daughter's business, she trusted her not to do anything stupid, she couldn't help but sometimes hear some sounds coming from Vanessa's bedroom whenever she had a boyfriend over. But now it seemed that Julie was discovering something new about her daughter. The two women in the video weren't just having sex, at least not how Julie had ever imagined that two girls would have sex. One of them was wearing a strap-on cock, and was busy fucking the other one with a passion. The sound was turned down low, but Julie could make out the screams of pleasure of the second woman. There was some talking in it too, but Julie couldn't really make it out. A few words trickled across the room to her, however. Words like 'bitch', and 'take it'. Vanessa seemed to be enjoying what was happening though, because Julie could see her arm move more quickly as she seemed to quicken her pace. Julie could just make out the vague shape of her hand between her legs, slipping back and forth across her crotch, and the musky, earthy smell of female arousal wafted across the room to Julie's nose.

Julie wasn't quite sure what shocked her more, the fact that Vanessa was getting off on lesbian porn, or that she herself was getting even more wet from watching. The dull, muted sounds of the video were making her pussy throb, but what took Julie by surprise was the fact that she couldn't seem to take her eyes off of her daughter's crotch, watching those fingers moving so quickly and urgently. Julie's own hands were beginning to wander. She could feel her nipples straining even through the course, thick material of the towel. Her other hand slid down her curvy stomach to her steamy thatch, and quickly found the slick soapy wetness there.

In the video, the girl with the strap-on reached over and pulled the other girl's hair. She heard Vanessa moan softly as that happened, and somehow the thought of that action in particular exciting Vanessa seemed to excite Julie more. Without thinking she let a finger slip between her lips, and inside her hot, moist pussy. Suddenly she watched as Vanessa rolled onto her back, and raised her hips off the bed. Her fingers were going crazy, the obscene wet sounds that were produced were driving Julie wild, even though she knew that she shouldn't be watching her daughter like this, she couldn't stop herself.

Vanessa's body shook slightly as she raised her hips off the bed again, this time in the clear grip of a massive orgasm. She fell to the bed again, and turned off the computer, casting the whole scene back into complete darkness. Julie suddenly realized how exposed she was, peeking through the door, and quickly shut it, being careful not to make any noise. She hurried to her bedroom, shut the door and locked it. Without bothering to remove the towels, Julie ran to her chest of drawers, pulled open the top drawer, snatched her vibrator and fell onto her back on the bed. She switched her friend onto maximum and plunged it straight into her waiting snatch. The sudden stimulation was like a shock of electricity through her body, but causing pleasure instead of pain. She came within seconds, and in her mind was the image of her daughter in the throes of her own orgasm. Julie pumped the vibrator in and out of her pussy madly as she came two more times.

Afterward Julie felt exhausted, confused, and ashamed. It wasn't natural for a mother to be thinking of her daughter as she masturbated. She couldn't do this again. Never again. She promised to herself as she wiped away the slick juices from her thighs with the towel, put on her pajamas and crawled back into bed, this time to fall asleep in just moments. But even as she drifted off to sleep, she could still see the outline of Vanessa's body as she lay on the bed in front of her computer, hands between her legs. Julie's pussy began to moisten once more as she dreamed.

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The next morning, Julie awoke with normal, everyday things on her mind. She got up, made breakfast for her and the girls, then the three of them ate together as they watched TV. Vanessa and Haley kissed their mother goodbye and left for school, leaving Julie alone in the house for the day. It wasn't until a few hours later that she remembered what had happened last night. The feelings of shame and confusion came rushing back, as did the sensitive tingle between her legs. She tried to put those thoughts and feelings out of her mind by carrying on with her normal routine. She vacuumed the living room, the dining room and the upstairs hallway, and the constant drone of the vacuum cleaner helped to drown out the images and sounds that she remembered.

As she finished up in the upstairs hallway, Julie saw that Vanessa's bedroom door was wide open, and her laptop was sitting on the bed, right where it had been last night. The mere sight of it made her body tingle, and her breathing heavy with arousal as she remembered. The faint smell of Vanessa's musk was still in the air, and in fact if Julie hadn't known it was there, she wouldn't have noticed it. But she did, and she could feel her vagina become soapy and wet a she breathed it in. The intensity of her arousal frightened her, her heart felt like it was clenching like a fist in her chest, heavy and painful. She was painfully aware that it was now more than ten years since her husband had left, walked out without ever looking back. It had been more than ten years since Julie had felt the touch of another person, and now it seemed that even the slightest stimulus was enough to make her as horny as a teenager.

She stood staring at the laptop for a long time. She wondered what kind of porn Vanessa had on there, besides what she'd seen last night. Finally curiosity got the better of her, and she sat down on the bed, and pulled the computer onto her lap. To her surprise, there was no password required, and Julie had full access to her daughter's computer. After a brief search, she found a folder labeled 'Private', and when she opened it, the sheer number of files took Julie's breath away. There were hundreds of videos. Julie clicked one at random, and when it popped up, it started up a scene with two beautiful girls talking on a couch. Julie watched, fascinated, and about a minute into it, the two girls started making out. A few more minutes later they were licking hungrily at each other's wet shaven pussies in a tangled sixty-nine position on the couch. Julie opened another, and another lesbian scene popped up. And another, and another. The whole folder was filled with lesbian porn. It seemed that Vanessa was no longer interested in boys anymore.

As Julie scrolled to the bottom of the window, she saw another folder labeled 'Favorites', and she clicked on it. There were more videos, but far fewer, maybe a dozen or so. When Julie opened one of these ones, a familiar sight met her eyes. It was the same video from last night, the one with the strap-on cock. Julie turned the volume up a little, and this time listened to what was happening. After watching with grim fascination for a few minutes, she realized that the second girl wasn't just getting fucked by the other, she was being dominated. The girl with the rubber cock kept calling her 'bitch' and talking dirty the whole time. Julie closed the video and opened another one of Vanessa's favorites. It was a different scene, with different girls, but once more one of them was being dominated. This time however, instead of using a strap-on, the dominant girl was holding the other girl's hair with two fists, and pushing her face forcefully into her bald, very wet pussy. She was humping the poor girl's face with abandon, calling her names and pulling on her long blonde hair. The other girl didn't seem to mind though, because she was furiously rubbing her clit as she slurped and sucked on her girlfriend's pussy.

This cast a whole new light on Vanessa's sexuality. Not only did it seem that she was a lesbian, but she liked S&M as well. The only question was whether she liked to dominate, or be dominated. Julie was shocked at the question she'd just asked herself. Her panties were soaked through with her excitement, and her jeans were starting to show the damp as well. She hurriedly closed the video, then the laptop. She left Vanessa's bedroom, but was distracted by the way that the vibration of her thighs rubbing together was felt very strongly by her now very sensitive cunt. Julie made her wobbly way to her bedroom, and stripped her pants off, and quickly slipped her panties off too. She fell forward on the bed and shoved both hands between her legs, feeling her wet, spongy, swollen pussy lips with her fingers. She thrust her pelvis harder into her hands, pushing them into the mattress. She was flicking her fingers back and forth across her clit, and her other hand had two fingers buried deep inside her slippery hole. She continued like this for what seemed like forever, but she just couldn't bring herself to climax. She needed to do it, she needed to find some relief from this seemingly perpetual state of depraved arousal. Maybe once she'd had her orgasm and calmed down, she'd stop having these sinful thoughts about her daughter. In her mind's eye, she was re-watching the scenes she'd seen on the laptop, but instead it was her daughter's face instead of the girls on the computer.

Julie stopped, and tried to think of how she could stop herself from thinking of her daughter. Her horny, desperate mind saw the full length mirror door to her wardrobe, and she quickly stripped off her shirt as she got off the bed and sat down in front of it. She spread her legs and looked at her reflection. Her huge, swinging tits jiggled with her every move, and her pussy was glistening wet as she sat with her legs spread wide in front of the mirror. If she was watching herself, she could block out the mental image of her daughter, she thought. She grabbed her nipple and stretched it out hard as she buried her fingers in her cunt again. Not taking her eyes off of her reflection, Julie could feel her climax approach, and she tried to move her fingers even faster. Her pinching and pulling wasn't enough for her nipples, and in a desperate attempt to get some satisfaction to her carnal desires that lurked within, she lifted one of her breasts up, and viciously bit down hard on her stiffened nub of a nipple. The pain was excruciating, but it brought her closer to that sweet relief that she could feel brewing inside her belly.

She could hear a voice, a memory from the videos as she had her eyes glued to the reflection of her red, swollen pussy. 'You like that don't you.' it said. 'Take it you dirty slut. Take it and like it!' Julie moaned with primal, guttural pleasure as was pumping her pussy now, using her whole arm to move her fingers. She grabbed a fistful of her soft, spongy boob, and pushed it hard against her chest as she bucked her hips and came with a wild, desperate scream. She jammed her fingers deeper inside her, and felt her pussy clench and squeeze them hard. She came again, and then again as her continued frustration was finally brought to an end, and she was given sweet relief.

***

That night, Julie was showering again, getting ready for bed once more. She resisted the urge to play with herself like she normally did. The feelings of shame and disgust with herself were still prominent from earlier that day, and she'd promised herself that she wouldn't for a day or two until the unclean thoughts she'd been having went away.

As she covered herself with her towels again, she padded her way down the corridor, and stopped as she saw that Haley's bedroom door was wide open. She glanced inside to make sure that she was alright, but she wasn't there. A jolt of panic shot through Julie. The girls were supposed to be in bed by now. Where was she? Julie forced herself to calm down, telling herself that she was probably downstairs getting herself something to drink. Just to be on the safe side, Julie decided that she'd change into her pajamas and go check to see if that was the case. Before she got to her bedroom, however, she heard a giggle coming from Vanessa's room. The door was open a crack, and as Julie walked past, she saw the shape of her two girls sitting on Vanessa's bed. Well that solved the little mystery of where Haley was, but what were they doing in there?

Julie crept close to the door to check that they were OK. What she saw shocked her to the core. The laptop was on, lighting up the shape of the two of them sitting side by side on the bed. The full view of the screen was hidden from Julie, but she could still hear enough to know what they were watching. It was more lesbian porn, and judging by the screams and shouts, it was from the Favorites folder. The two girls were whispering to each other, and despite herself Julie strained to hear.

"I told you it was awesome." whispered Vanessa. "If you'd told me you were interested before, I'd have shown you this ages ago."

"Well I didn't think that I liked girls until a few weeks ago. It took me this long just to admit it to myself." whispered Haley. Julie couldn't believe her ears. Both of her daughters were lesbians. She was shocked, but was forced to remind herself that getting turned on by lesbian porn herself, then masturbating to her own reflection wasn't exactly something a straight girl would normally do. She held her breath as she strained her ears to listen some more.

"So what made you realize?" Vanessa asked. Haley muttered something too quiet for Julie to hear, then Vanessa giggled.

"Well what's her name?" she asked.

". . . Maria." whispered Haley eventually.

"Oh, is that the one with the bright blonde hair and she's always got those small reading glasses on?"

"Yes."

"She's cute."

"I know."

"You should invite her over one day. You two could hang out, and maybe afterward you could make out." said Vanessa with a smile in her voice.

"Would I have to do the stuff they're doing?" asked Haley, and she pointed to the laptop. It was another video of a girl with a strap-on.

"Only if you want to. It's not the only way that girls can do it."

"But is that why you have these videos? Do you want to do it like that?"

"Oh yes. This is what turns me on the most." said Vanessa.

"Which one do you want to be? The one doing the fucking, or the one getting fucked?"

"I definitely prefer being the one doing the fucking. I like being rough and talking dirty."

"I could never do that."

"That's fine, sis. Maybe you prefer to be the one getting fucked." said Vanessa, she was teasing her little sister.

"Ew, no I don't"

"Hehe, I bet you'd like it if it was with Maria."

"Shut up!" snapped Haley.

"Oh my god, you're blushing! I was right!"

"Shut up!"

"You want to be Maria's little slave, don't you? You want to be her bitch." Vanessa teased, and Haley pushed her away.

"Be quiet, you'll wake up mom."

"Fine. But admit it, I'm right."

". . . It's embarrassing." said Haley, and pulled her knees under her chin to hug her legs. Vanessa put an arm around her shoulders.

"You don't need to be embarrassed Haley. Remember, there's nothing wrong with it if it makes you feel good."

The two of them continued to watch the video in silence. Their conversation about sexual preferences was turning her on again. She fought the urge to touch herself, but still couldn't bring herself to stop listening.

"Do you like that part?" Vanessa asked suddenly.

"What do you mean?" Haley asked.

"That girl's fucking her doggy style, and she just smacked her ass. I felt you shiver when she did it. You like that don't you?"

" . . . yes."

Julie felt a shiver of her own. That did sound good. She used to love it when her husband had been rough with her.

"Be honest, you'd like it if Maria did that to you, wouldn't you?"

Vanessa was enjoying the warmth of her sister's body against hers. Watching her favorite porn had really turned her on, and she could feel that Haley was feeling the same way. When she mentioned Maria's name, she saw Haley let her legs fall apart, and she slipped a hand down her panties. Vanessa could hardly believe that her little sister was fingering herself in front of her, but she couldn't take her eyes away. She moved her mouth to Haley's ear, and whispered as Haley kept watching.

"You'd do what ever Maria wanted, wouldn't you?"

"Mmmm, yes."

"What would you do if she said that she wanted you to lick her pussy, sis?"

"I don't know."

"What do you mean?"

"I don't know how to lick a girl."

"Haley, you don't need to worry, it'll come naturally. All you have to do is do to her what you'd like done to yourself."

"But I have no idea what to do!"

The frantic tone to Haley's voice made Vanessa feel sorry for her little sister. So she came up with an idea. She stood up and hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties, and let them fall to the floor.

"What are you doing?" Haley asked.

"Just watch." said Vanessa, and she sat back down on the bed, this time facing Haley, with her back to the headboard. She spread her legs wide, giving her sister a full view of her shaved pussy. Julie could see it clearly as well, and was mesmerized by the sight of it. She couldn't fight her desires anymore, and her hands made their way to her own wet pussy again. Using her fingers, Vanessa started to gently stroke her swollen pussy lips.

"What I like to do first, is lick right here on the lips, like this." she said, and used her fingers like a tongue, making gentle licking motions. Haley was watching intently, her hand still down her panties.




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"I like to tease and lick all around, and then I gently start licking the clitoris, like this." Vanessa started to gently rub her clit, and she moaned as she did.

"By then she's all nice and wet, and I can put a finger inside her, like this."

She slipped her index finger inside her willing hole, and slowly moved it in and out before Haley's eyes. She took it out and raised it to her mouth to taste herself. She closed her eyes as she did, because she loved the taste of her own pussy, especially on the lips of another girl. Suddenly she felt a shock of someone else's finger inside her, and she opened her eyes to see Haley on her belly in front of her, eyes glued to her pussy, and a finger inside her.

"Like this?" Haley asked softly. Vanessa could scarcely believe that her little sister was fingering her. She didn't move to stop her though, the feel of her finger was sending heavenly waves of pleasure through her sensitive cunt.

"Mmmm, yes. Just like that."

Haley tentatively moved her finger in and out of her sister's pussy. Vanessa moaned and encouraged her.

"Then when I start to finger her, I like to suck her clit at the same time." she said.

"Like this?" asked Haley, and moved forward to gently kiss her sister's clitoris, peeking out from under its hood. Vanessa writhed in pleasure as she put her hands on her sister's head, twisting her fingers through her curly dark hair.

"Oh yes, just like that baby. Use another finger."

Haley obediently slipped another finger inside her, and Vanessa began to moan even louder.

"Pretend I'm Maria, Haley. Do what you'd like to do to Maria. Show me what you can do."

On cue, Haley started to suck harder, and pump her fingers in and out even faster. Vanessa pushed her face harder into her pussy, and lifted her hips up to meet her face.

"Oh god yes, eat me you slut." she whispered. Haley moaned in response, and increased her efforts. "That's it bitch. Suck me like the whore you are."

Julie was well and truly wet now, and her eyes were glued to the scene before her. Her fingers were working like pistons in her snatch, squelching and smacking as she worked her wet pussy. She watched her daughters until she saw Vanessa raise her hips off the bed again, and cum in Haley's face. She fell back to earth, breathing heavily and covered with sweat. Haley sat back on her haunches on the bed as she looked down at her older sister, she was playing with herself as she watched. Once Vanessa got her breath back, she sat up and grabbed a fistful of Haley's hair, pulling her head back and sitting close so that their faces were just barely apart. Vanessa lovingly let their lips touch, and the two sisters kissed for the first time. Haley was enjoying the feelings that Vanessa was making her feel. The harsh pulling of her hair, and the loving tenderness of the kiss, it all combined to excite her even more. Her hands were slick with her juices as she used the palm of her hand to rub her whole pussy.

When Vanessa pulled away, it was to whisper in Haley's ear.

"Your turn now. Get on your hands and knees with your butt in the air, and wait for me while I get ready."

Haley did as she was told, and laid down across the bed, arching her back so that her ass was up in the air and her face was pressed against the sheets. Seeing her daughter in such a submissive position, Julie came onto her fingers, her juicy wet cunt squeezing them as wave after wave of sheer pleasure rocked through her. She didn't stop fingering though, and she was desperately trying not to make any noise.

Vanessa walked over to her wardrobe, and took out a large box that was tucked away in the corner. She put it on the floor, opened it, and when she stood up, she was holding something that made Julie's blood tingle. Haley saw it too and moaned. It was a strap-on dildo, just like the one in the videos on Vanessa's computer.

Vanessa strapped it on, and Julie was hypnotized by the way it bobbed back and forth as she walked back over to the bed. Haley arched her back even more as her sister knelt on the bed behind her. Her hands were gripping the headboard in anticipation. As Vanessa positioned herself between Haley's feet, she grabbed her little sister's ass and kneaded the soft cheeks. Her ass was bigger than Vanessa's even though she was four years younger than her. Vanessa had always been jealous of that big luscious ass, and even more jealous of her mother's ass, which was even bigger than Haley's. Vanessa loved big butts, she could not lie, and seeing her sister's presented to her in front of her was making her so horny that she was practically drooling. She slapped one cheek with an open palm, and took immense pleasure in the sound it made, the yelp of pain mixed with pleasure from Haley, and the sight of the jiggling that it caused. She ran her hand between Haley's legs to feel her belly, and slowly bring her hand dragging across those swollen lips. It was clear that she was more than ready for Vanessa's rubber friend, she was practically dripping wet. She slapped Haley's ass again, and as Julie watched from the door, she suddenly realized that she was in Haley's place.

Before her husband had left, Julie had asked him to do things to her. She'd wanted him to dominate her, to treat her rough and make her his bitch. She regretted asking him to do these things, however, because it was the reason he'd left, calling her a freak. Ever since then she'd been ashamed of that part of her, and had never thought about it again as a result. Now those feelings were waking up inside her once more, like a deep hunger in her chest. She wanted to be controlled, to be used as her lover's plaything for their pleasure, but more than that, right at that moment she wanted Vanessa to be the one doing those things.

Haley squealed as Vanessa slapped her ass once more, before slowly pressing the head of the fake cock against her slippery wet pussy. With very little resistance or effort it slipped inside her to the hilt, and Haley was out of her mind with pleasure of being filled up. She groaned and pushed back to fit even more inside, pressing against her sister's pelvis with her ass.

"Do you like this, bitch?" Vanessa whispered, placing her hands on Haley's hips as she pulled out slowly, then pulled hard to slam back in.

"Yes!" Haley wailed. She wasn't trying to be quiet anymore, she didn't care. Nothing mattered anymore than what she was feeling, than what her sister was making her feel. Her entire world was centered around what was happening between her legs, and she was loving it.

"Is this how you like to be fucked?" Vanessa carried on as she started to pick up the pace. "Is this what you think of Maria doing to you when you masturbate in your room."

"Ooh it is, it is!"

Vanessa slapped Haley's ass again, very hard this time. Julie could see that Haley's ass was red from where it hit. Her legs trembled as she came again, and tried not to fall over. She leaned against the door frame to stay standing.

"Who's is it, slut?" Vanessa whispered, and grabbed a fistful of Haley's hair again to pull her head back. Haley was forced to hold herself up on her hands, and her face was turned up to the ceiling as Vanessa pulled back harder as she continued to pummel her pussy.

"It's yours." Haley grunted.

"What's mine? Tell me what's mine."

"Ooh god, my pussy. My pussy's yours."

"Mmm, you're just a little cum slut aren't you? Are you gonna cum for your owner, little cum slut?"

"Ooh yes!"

"Then cum you little whore! Cum for your owner!"

"OOOOH GOOOOOD!!" Haley yelled. She screamed so loudly as suddenly her orgasm violently tore through her, making her whole body spasm and jerk madly. She screamed again as it happened again, and again. Julie counted five orgasms in her youngest daughter as Vanessa relentlessly fucked her. Julie's hand was sore, and her pussy was so raw from being constantly rubbed and fingered, but she didn't stop for a single second as she was forced to lean against the door frame even more to keep from falling over. 

Finally Vanessa relented in her rough treatment, and let go of Haley's hair, and pulled out of her pussy with a sickening wet 'pop'. Haley collapsed and seemed to pass out, but she turned over when Vanessa crawled over her, and the two of them kissed tenderly. Julie came once more, and her body shook as she did. She shook so much that her grip on the door frame slipped, and she fell forward into the bedroom, crashing into the door and making it bang against the wall. The two girls jumped in surprise to see their mother, wrapped in a towel, fall onto the floor. Julie scrambled to her feet, and couldn't find any words to say anything. Vanessa was in the middle of trying to pull the blanket over the both of them, when she realized that she could smell something new. The room stank of feminine arousal, from both her and Haley, but now through that she could smell her mother's too. She must have been watching, and by the smell of things she was probably enjoying it.

Julie tried to say something, but the words still wouldn't come. She couldn't think of anything to say in this situation. Vanessa got up and took a few steps towards her. Julie couldn't bring herself to look her in the eye, and instead kept her eyes down. A sudden possibility occurred to Vanessa. Her mother was acting very much like a submissive and, looking back, she realized that there had been signs before of Julie's submissive behavior. She was still high on the adrenaline of dominating her sister, and also incredibly aroused from the act as well. She acted on her hunch, while she still had the courage to try.

"Were you watching us, mom?" she asked. Julie stammered and tried to form words, but still none came. She was holding her towel closed with clenched hands, her knuckles white. Vanessa struck out with a hand, and slapped her mother clear across her face.

"Answer me!" she yelled. "Were you watching us?"

She knew that if she was wrong then she was in deep, deep trouble. But she believed that it'd be worth it just to find out if she was right. Her heart was beating very fast as uncertainty still hung in the air in the aftermath of the slap, but it skipped a beat when her mother just looked back at the floor and whispered.

"Yes."

Oh god it was true. Her mother was a sub! Vanessa stole a glance at her mother's long legs, barely hidden by the towel, and saw the unmistakeable wetness that was smeared around her inner thighs. She must have been there for a while to get so wet, she thought. All at once, Vanessa decided that she wanted more than anything to dominate her mother. She wanted to fuck her, to be the one in control. It was a fantasy that she'd never dared to indulge, because of the fact that it always seemed so far-fetched. But now it was standing right in front of her, and she just needed to reach out and take it.

"Take off the towel." Vanessa said. She was still wearing the strap-on, and Julie's eyes were glued to it. Haley was watching the entire thing from the bed, wide eyed. Julie hesitated, and Vanessa raised a hand to slap her again. Julie flinched, and gradually pulled the edges of the towel apart, revealing her naked body to her daughters. Vanessa drank in the sight of her. Her breasts were huge, hanging round and perfect, they drooped a little, but not unpleasantly. Vanessa couldn't wait to take them in her hands. Her mother's waist was wide, and her belly was definitely a little on the chubby side, but her hips flared out even wider with her huge ass. Vanessa reached out and tweaked one of her mother's nipples. Julie yelped in surprise, but didn't say or do anything to stop it. Vanessa grinned and walked slowly around to stand behind her. She stared at her mother's bare ass with open, wanton lust. It was magnificent, and she reached out to run her hand across the smooth surface of her cheeks. She slapped her mother's ass hard, and Julie flinched, but again did nothing to stop it.

Vanessa decided not to waste any time.

"Sit on the bed, mother." she said. She never called Julie that, and it was intoxicating to say it now, like this. Julie walked over to the bed, and sat down at the foot of the bed.

"Lay down on your back."

Julie did as she was told, and both girls watched as she did. Her breasts jiggled with every movement. Vanessa grabbed Julie's feet, and raised them off the floor, and up so that Julie's legs were pointing straight up. Vanessa spread her mother's legs, revealing her wet, red raw pussy.

"You must have really enjoyed watching us, mother." she said with a smile. She told Haley, still sitting at the head of the bed, to hold Julie's ankles, and pull them toward her. Julie's legs were pulled back, until her feet were spread wide, on either side of her head, and her ass was pulled off the bed. Haley had taken position kneeling and holding her mother's ankles, with her own legs on either side of her mother's head, and Julie had a close up view of her daughter's well fucked pussy. Vanessa took a moment to drink in the view of her mother being held in place by her little sister. Julie's pussy was being presented to her, and she didn't intend to waste the opportunity. She stepped closer, so that she was standing right up against the edge of the bed, and her mother's ass, and used one hand to hold her strap-on steady as she positioned it right at her mother's pussy. She gently pushed forward, and just like with Haley it slipped in to the base with no resistance at all. Julie groaned with intense pleasure, and almost came again right then and there.

"Don't you think your daughter has a nice pussy, mother?" Vanessa said as she started to fuck Julie like she'd fucked Haley, slowly pulling out only to slam back in hard. "It's right there, in front of you. It would be rude not to give it a kiss, don't you think?"

Haley smiled and bit her lower lip as she gently lowered herself onto her mother's face. Julie's face was smothered by Haley's young crotch, and the taste of her sex made her dizzy and so very very horny. She darted her tongue out to lap up the plentiful juices that were being smeared on her face, and Haley moaned in response.

Vanessa picked up the pace of her fucking, and was hypnotized by the sight of her mother's breasts, jiggling to the rhythm of their fucking, plus the sound that her rubber cock made plunging in and out of her cunt. Vanessa held onto Julie's leg with one hand, pulling her onto the dildo harder and faster, and with her other hand, she reached out and grabbed one of her mother's massive tits. She relished the soft feel of it as she squeezed it with her whole hand. The sounds of her mother's moans, muffled by her sister's pussy, was music to her ears. She leaned forward, so that her face was very close to those fleshy mounds, and she took a nipple in her mouth. Her primal urges were allowed her to get caught up in the moment, and she bit down hard on the nipple with her teeth. Julie screamed into her daughter's pussy, and for a moment Vanessa was worried that she'd gone too far, and that she'd really hurt her. But Julie's hands reached up and pulled Vanessa's head hard into her chest, letting her know that she wanted more. Vanessa bit again, harder this time. Julie's body spasmed as she came, and screamed again, louder this time. Vanessa felt the sudden increase in wetness as her mother's cunt gushed onto the rubber dick.

Without bothering to say anything, she pushed Haley off of her mother, pulled the dick out with another wet 'pop', and made her mother turn over so that she was on her knees just like Haley had been. Julie knew what was coming, and arched her back in anticipation. The sight of her mother's wide ass presented in front of her was almost enough to send Vanessa over the edge, and cum right then and there. She used both hands to hold her mother's ass cheeks apart, and she spat onto her mother's asshole. She did it again, letting it drool from her mouth and drop messily onto the puckered little hole. Julie moaned in anticipation, and Haley slipped herself underneath her mother, so that her massive hanging tits were in her face, and she started suckling as she played with herself.

"Do you know what's going to happen now, bitch?" Vanessa said, completely drunk on adrenaline and arousal. Julie could only respond with a high-pitched moan of raw passion and lust.

"You're going to take this dick in the ass. Would you like that bitch?"

"Yes." Julie whispered.

"I'm sorry, I didn't catch that. What do you want bitch?"

"I want you to fuck me in the ass." Julie whispered.

"Say it louder."

Julie moaned again, lost in the feeling of being dominated by her eldest daughter, and being suckled by her youngest daughter. Vanessa slapped her ass hard, making Julie yelp.

"Say it!" she yelled.

"I want you to fuck me in the ass!" Julie screamed. "Please baby, fuck me! Fuck my asshole now!"

Vanessa smile with satisfaction, and pushed the dildo, still wet from her mother's cunt, straight into her puckered asshole. It was tight, and Vanessa really had to push to get it to slip inside. Julie screamed at the intrusion, but she was pushing back as well. Finally head of the cock popped inside Julie's tight anus, and Vanessa pushed to fit the rest inside. Julie felt Vanessa's dildo fill up her bowels, and she loved it. She was right where she wanted to be, on her knees, being fucked from behind by her master.

Vanessa didn't lead up to it this time, but started right away fucking her mother's ass hard and fast. She held on tightly to Julie's hips, using her grip to pull her onto her rubber dick. Julie was screaming and gibbering like a mad woman, completely out of her mind with lust and pleasure. The whole bed was shaking, and banging against the wall with the force of their fucking. Just like with Haley before, Vanessa grabbed her mother's hair and pulled her head back. The feeling of being in complete control of another human being was intense, but the fact that it was also her mother was more than she could stand. With her free hand Vanessa slapped her mother's ass again and again, like she was riding a horse, holding her hair like the reigns and slapping the rump to make it go faster. Julie couldn't think, couldn't speak, but only scream and yell, and push back onto the dick that was giving her so much pleasure. Haley's hands were hard at work as well. While she was sucking hard on her mother's tits, she had three fingers buried to the knuckles into Julie's wet pussy, and her other hand was rubbing her clit as fast as she could.

Julie came three times in a row, then two more times a few moments later as Vanessa kept fucking her ass relentlessly. Finally Vanessa couldn't take it anymore. She unstrapped the dildo without bothering to take it out of her mother's ass, and shoved Julie and Haley off the bed. As they fell to the floor, Vanessa hurried to position herself on the edge of the bed right in front of Julie, and spread her legs wide. She grabbed her mother's long black curly hair again, and pulled her face into her crotch, wrapping her legs around her head and locking her ankles together to squeeze as she humped Julie's face with wild abandon. Julie sucked and licked wildly, doing whatever she could to please her new master, and in no time at all, Vanessa screamed and arched her back and she pressed her pussy even harder into her mother's face as she came. Haley crawled onto the bed and kissed her sister's neck and chest as Vanessa was locked in the passion of her orgasm. It lasted for almost a full minute, and the whole time Julie didn't stop sucking, and Haley suckled on Vanessa's breasts.

Finally Vanessa collapsed, out of breath and completely satisfied. She unwrapped her legs, and released her mother, who's face was well and truly wet and smeared with Vanessa's cum. Haley helped to lick it off, and the two women embraced, kissing each other with great passion and tenderness, not just as mother and daughter, but now as lovers as well.




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***

Dean watched from the corner of the room, sitting on the chair and pumping his fist up and down on his dick furiously. He'd been rubbing for ages, since the two girls had started watching porn together, but still he couldn't reach climax.

It had been over a year now since he'd first met Julie, and been brought to her house to meet her daughters. More than a year since he'd first put all three of them under his spell to follow his every command, and fulfill his every whim. At first it had been like a dream come true, having such power over Julie and her daughters. He'd fucked all three of them again and again, in every position, every hole, every combination. But recently, he discovered that it was taking him longer and longer to find relief that came with his orgasm. It took more and more work to finish, until finally he found that he couldn't finish at all. No matter how long he fucked them, or made them suck his dick, he just couldn't cum anymore.

So he'd tried a new tactic. He'd put them under again, and this time made them forget about him completely, and told them that he would be invisible to them. Then he made a few suggestions to play out this little scene before him, like a live pornographic show, in the hopes that it would be enough to give him some sweet relief. But as it turned out, it wasn't, and Dean felt his eyes begin to water as he gave up trying to masturbate. He'd watched the entire performance, from when Julie had first watched Vanessa masturbating to porn, watching Julie masturbate in front of the mirror, and finally this, the grand finale. The entire time the three of them were completely unaware that they were putting on a show for him. To them it was all real, which is what Dean had wanted. But none of it had been enough.

His dick was red raw, and was only half erect. After only a few seconds after he stopped, it was completely flaccid again. Feeling drained, empty and miserable, Dean left the room, leaving the girls to fall asleep in each other's arms in Vanessa's bed. He went into Julie's bedroom, which for the past year had been his bedroom too, and locked the door. He curled up under the cold blankets and fell asleep with tears in his eyes.

So much for a dream come true.

TO BE CONTINUED!  



Karmina Ch. 04



The phone rang once. Twice. Three times. Come on you bitch pick up the phone.

"Hello?" said a voice on the other end of the line. About goddamn time!

"Is this Diane?" Dean asked.

"Yes. Who is this?" asked the woman. She sounded annoyed.

"It's raining penguins." said Dean. There was a moment's pause, and then:

"Yes sir."

Then she hung up. Dean touched the red button on his iPhone display, and then swiped across to his online banking app. It took a few minutes because reception wasn't great, but in the end Dean saw that his bank balance had been increased by two million dollars. He grinned and tucked his phone away in his pocket.

"Try it again now." he said to the guy behind the counter, and handed him his card. The guy didn't seem that impressed, considering they'd tried the same card three times, and it had come up 'declined' every time. The salesman didn't expect any real change, not after a phone call like that. Frankly he wished that Dean would go away. There were other people milling around the lot. He could be out there right now giving them his polished sales pitch instead of wasting his time with some guy who didn't seem to be serious. He swiped the card, the machine spat out a long piece of paper which he gave to Dean to sign for the fourth time. He checked the signature against the card again (surprise surprise), and hit the enter button on the machine to show that the signature had been approved. He stared at the little LED screen, and practically gaped when the word 'approved' flashed on the screen, spitting out another long piece of paper, the receipt and proof of purchase.

"Holy shit." said the salesman, temporarily forgetting his manners. Dean just smiled, and held out a hand for his receipt.

Fifteen minutes later Dean drove away from the car lot in a brand new BMW, chuckling in satisfaction. It had been more than a year since he'd put Diane under his spell, and given the very successful lawyer the suggestion to 'donate' money to him every time he said the phrase 'it's raining penguins'. It was good to know that suggestions made while under his special influence didn't wear off. Dean idly turned a corner, not really caring where he was going, but enjoying the smooth drive and handling of his new car. He had a complimentary full tank of gas, and he decided that he'd use it up just driving around town. He deserved a bit of a rest, he felt. The past month had been busy for Dean, what with one thing and another.

A month ago, he'd walked away from the house of Julie and her two daughters, Vanessa and Haley. He'd been living with them for a year, making them his own personal fuck slaves, completely under his spell and eager to follow his every command. For a solid year he'd fucked, screwed, and sucked his fill, until finally it had all taken its toll on him. In a fit of tears he realized that he'd become desensitized to the pleasure and excitement that sex normally brought, and it was now impossible for him to reach climax, or even remain fully erect. That realization led to another, and then another. He was completely exploiting the three women, robbing them of their lives. It was worse than stealing. He had to leave; it was the only decent thing to do. So he'd packed his things and left, pausing only to remove all of the suggestions he'd planted in their minds, and telling them to forget all about him, and what he'd had them do with him for the past year.

After that, Dean had started to put his life back together. He'd still had a lot of money left over from the first time he'd visited Diane, so he decided to put it to good use, and bought a house. After that he'd been wrapped up in creating a home for himself. The shopping for furniture, the renovations, the painting and heavy lifting, it was a lot of work. But at last it was all done, and Dean could finally just . . . relax.

***

Dean passed a café, and realized that he would very much like a coffee. Coffee was great, and it had been a few days since he'd had a cup. He parked his new car, sat down at the nearest empty table and basked in the warm afternoon sun.

"What can I get for you, sir?"

Dean looked up at the young man in the small black apron and fake smile.

"I'll have an orange mocha frappuccino." he said cheerfully, and enjoyed the cringe he got in response. "Not really. Just a large cappuccino please, with two sugars."

A few minutes later he had his coffee, and he took his first sip. He closed his eyes and savoured the taste. Goddammit he loved coffee.

"Is that . . . Dean?"

He looked up at hearing his name, but he didn't quite recognize the voice. It was a woman's voice, vaguely familiar but not enough for him to picture a face or a name. He looked around, and immediately noticed a young girl waving at him as she approached his table. She was cute, with long curly black hair and tanned skin. She sat down at his table, all smiles.

"I haven't seen you in ages! How've you been?" she said. She had an accent that sounded English, but not quite. Dean was still at a loss as to who she was. She obviously knew him, but he was embarrassed that he couldn't remember her at all.

"Do I know you?" he asked, not sure what else to say. There could have been better ways to let her know that he couldn't remember who she was, but luckily she laughed as though he'd just told a hilarious joke.

"Dean, it's me! Fiona!"

Then suddenly his memory kicked in and he remembered. Of course! How could he forget Fiona, from Australia? She was his first. Not the first woman to sleep with him, but the woman with whom he realized he could manipulate the thoughts and behaviour of all women.

"Oh my god!" he said, smiling at his sudden realization. "I can't believe I didn't recognize you. How are you?"

They hugged as they both laughed.

"What are you doing here?" Dean asked her. "I thought you were only going to visit the states. That was, what, a year ago now? Are you back again or what?"

"Oh yea I totally had to come back. I had such fun the first time around, I decided to move here!"

"Really?"

"Absolutely. I was just on my way to look at a place to stay. I saw the ad on the website, and it looked like it was affordable and comfortable."

She started to look a little bit harried as she said this, and Dean picked up on it.

"What's wrong?"

"Oh, nothing really. I'm just not quite sure how to get there. I'm used to using public transportation in Australia. It's not the same around here, and I've had to rely on walking, but it's just so easy to get lost."

"Well, do you have the address?" he asked.

"Of course."

"Well come with me, I'll take you there."

She brightened up considerably, looking at him with bright and shining eyes.

"Are you serious?"

"Sure. Come on, let's go. Right now."

He stood up and ushered her out of her chair, abandoning his half-finished cup of coffee, and leading her to his new car. Fiona made appropriately impressed noises as she saw it, and jumped in the moment he opened the door for her.

He started driving, following her pointed directions as she consulted a scrap of paper with shorthand scribbles on it. It took less than five minutes to pull up at a quaint little house amongst other similar quaint looking houses. Fiona squealed as they pulled to a halt, and bolted out of the car to run up to the front door. She knocked, and it opened from the inside as Dean got out of the car as well. Inside was a man who looked bored and unimpressed with the world in general. Fiona bounced up and down as she announced that she was here to look at the house. He didn't really react, but made way for her jump inside to look around. Dean ambled his way up the front steps with his hands in his pockets, grinning in amusement at Fiona's excitement. The guy looked him up and down.

"You her boyfriend or something?" he asked. Dean glanced at him, and decided that the guy wasn't really interested on finding out one way or the other, but was just striking out for something to talk about to break the awkward silence.

"No. Just a friend." he said. Fiona's footsteps could be heard running this way and that elsewhere in the house. After a moment she ran back into the main room, and beamed at Dean.

"This place is awesome!" she yelped, and ran off again into another room. Dean laughed.

"How much?" he asked the guy.

"The rent is $500 a week. Three people, maybe two, will be able to afford it easily." he said.

"That's a rip off." said Dean, but the guy just shrugged.

"That's pretty much standard in this area. I've been meaning to rent out this place for a while now, just for the extra cash."

"So you're the owner?"

The guy nodded.

"How much to buy it?"

Now the guy did react. He laughed in Dean's face.

"More than you could afford." he chuckled.

"Just tell me how much, dick."

"The house cost $500,000 when I first took the mortgage. I reckon I've paid $800,000 all up over the years."

"I'll give you a million."

The guy laughed again, then saw that Dean wasn't laughing, and started to gape.

"You're serious?"

Dean took out his chequebook and wrote out a million dollars payable to cash. He tore it off and handed it to the astonished former homeowner.

"Here. Now piss off."

***

By the time that Fiona and Dean had gotten all of her stuff from her hotel room to her new home, it was starting to get dark. Fiona tossed the third and final suitcase into a corner with the others, and slumped down on the couch.

"So, yesterday I was a bum living out of a hotel, but now I own, that's right OWN, my own house. That's just crazy!"

Dean chuckled and sat down on the couch beside her. She shifted around to get up onto her knees, leaning forward to whisper in his ear.

"I had no idea you were so rich and powerful." she said teasingly. "I think I can guess what you'd like in return for such generosity."

Her hand was resting on his thigh, and it started to slowly travel north as she kissed his cheek, and then his neck. Her fingers brushed up against his crotch, but the touch didn't stir anything, and Dean pulled away to move a little way down the couch. He remembered the suggestions he'd left with Fiona when they'd last seen each other in Australia, that she'd remember the fun they'd had fondly, and that they'd always be good friends. He appreciated her affection, but it still didn't make any difference to his situation. She immediately picked up that something was up, and started to pout.

"What's wrong?" she asked, half joking. "You don't like me anymore?"

"It's not that." he said. Her face fell when she realised that he was serious, and that something was wrong. She decided to pull things back a little bit, for the time being anyway.

"Well, something's going on. Tell me about it." she said, and leaned back against the arm of the couch to play her part as the eager listener.

Dean tried to talk, opening his mouth a couple of times to start, but nothing would come out. He had no idea how to start, or even what he should tell her. He didn't want to reveal his special power, but how else would he be able to tell Fiona what was wrong? He eventually decided that he couldn't tell her the complete truth, but a modified version might work.

"I just got out of a bad breakup." he said. It was practically true anyway. Even though his situation with Julie, Haley and Vanessa hadn't really been a relationship, leaving them and disappearing from their lives could be considered a kind of breakup. "We met shortly after I met you, actually. We met in a supermarket."

And then Dean told her almost everything, tastefully editing parts of it. He revealed that he'd shared his relationship with Julie with two other women, but neglected to mention that they were also her daughters. He talked about how great the sex was for most of the time, until recently. He told Fiona how hard it was for him to even get an erection anymore, much less have an orgasm. By the time he finished talking about it the stars were out, and Fiona had to go around the house, turning on all the lights.

"That's quite a story." she said. Her face was impassive, and Dean couldn't really tell what she thought about the whole thing. "So, what? You didn't want sex in return for buying me a house?"

"That's right."

"So what do you want?"

Dean shrugged. In truth he hadn't wanted anything other than to help out a friend, and he told her so.

After a while things started to get a little uncomfortable, so Dean got up to leave.

"Wait a minute." she said, and rushed over to him. "I'm having a house warming party tomorrow night. I'd like you to come."

She pressed herself up against him, putting her hands in the pockets of his pants. She was a little shorter than him, so she was looking straight up at him, and he was looking straight down at her. He smiled at her impish expression, and told her he'd be there.

He almost told her that he wouldn't. It's a good thing he decided to go, because it turned out to be the best decision he'd ever made.

***

The next evening, right on cue, Dean showed up at Fiona's new house in a crisp new suit, and carting a bottle of wine. It was a cheap one, but Dean had always like it, and to him that was what mattered when it came to wine. He thought he'd have been a little bit early, since the sun was still up, but as it turned out he was the last one to arrive. Everyone cheered when he came in the door. Apparently Fiona had been very talkative about how she'd acquired her new home, and everyone was lining up to shake Dean by the hand. They were mostly Australian, he could tell by the accents, and most of the guys present had that kind of bronzed, suntanned look. The girls just looked gorgeous, naturally.

The last person to greet Dean was strange, and gave Dean a funny feeling in his gut. The feel of her hand in his as they shook, it felt like a mild electric shock across his whole palm. It wasn't unpleasant, but warm and tingly. He liked it. He looked up into the eyes of the woman who made his skin tingle, and was intrigued by what he saw.

If ever there was a woman who fit the description of the term 'surfer chick', then she was standing in front of dean right now. She had dark, Mediterranean olive skin, with dark shining deep brown eyes. Her hair had the stiff, starched quality that came about from daily exposure to the ocean, and was hanging in rough dreadlocks down her back, held from her face by a brightly coloured bandana. Dean couldn't help himself, and let his eyes roam up and down her body. Her baggy jeans hung from her hips with a belt, and the jacket she was wearing was cut off just below her chest, leaving her entire midriff exposed. There was just a bikini top under the jacket.

She held Dean's hand for a long time, looking into his eyes with a cheeky grin. Her eyes shimmered with genuine amusement. He could tell that this woman's life was an adventure unto itself.

"It's nice to finally meet you." she said. "Fiona's talked so much about you already, it's like I already know you. My name is Willow."

"Nice to meet you Willow." said Dean politely. Someone had turned on some music, with a lot of heavy bass and flowing rhythmic melodies. Dean couldn't place the song, or the band, but he liked it. Already people were starting to dance, holding their drinks up in the air and shaking their hips like tourists when they hear the native music turn on.

"You know, as much as Fiona's told me, I'm sure that there's a lot more to your friendship that she hasn't."

Dean locked eyes with the wild woman in front of him, who was still smiling at him. It was a very knowing smile. For a moment, Dean thought that she might know that Fiona had been manipulated into being friends with him. But how could she possibly know?

"I mean, the two of you meet in a hotel room, and the next day, the two of you are best friends. Lovers, even. She even admitted that there was another woman sharing your room at one point. I have to say I was intrigued."

That made Dean nervous. The house was warm, especially with all the laughing people dancing in the living room, but a cold sweat was trickling down the back of Dean's neck. Willow seemed to know the effect she was having on him, because her smile got bigger. Then without warning she pulled him into the throng of dancing people. She let go of him, and began to dance with the rest of them, facing Dean all the time, and always with her eyes locked with his. For a minute, Dean was the only one not dancing. Dean didn't really like to dance, because he was never good at it. He felt self-conscious being in the middle of the impromptu dance floor. He obviously looked as nervous as he felt, because Willow's fingers gripped his chin and forced his head back up to look at her.

"Don't look at them." she whispered, tossing her head to the rest of them. "Look at me. It's just the two of us here, Dean."

The throbbing bass of the music was primal and deep. Willow put her arms over her head and twirled her wrists as she writhed her hips around in circles, much like a belly dancer. Something stirred in Dean as he watched her, something that he thought he'd lost forever. He was getting aroused. He didn't know what it was, but something about Willow excited him, and at the very least made him want to dance with her. He started out small, stepping from side to side to the beat. She giggled, but she also took a step closer to him, until their bodies were almost touching.

"You're not used to this, are you Dean?" she said softly. Dean could barely hear her over the music, but somehow he still heard. "You're out of your element, your comfort zone. This is the first time in a long time that you haven't been in control, isn't it?"

She emphasised the word 'control', savouring it like it was a delicate flavour on her tongue. It registered to Dean, set off an alarm bell in his head. But it was drowned out by the music, by the sight of her dancing in front of him, and the warm, musky smell coming off her.

"You know something about me, don't you?" said Dean. He wasn't in any mood to play games. Besides, he was now convinced that Willow knew about his special power somehow. Right now, though, he didn't really care. He was having the most fun he could remember having, dancing with her right now.

Willow smiled at him, and abruptly stopped dancing. She turned on her heel to disappear into the small crowd of people. He chased after her without any hesitation. He wasn't concerned that she knew more than she should, or that she might tell anyone. He just wanted to dance with her some more. It was like the handshake, the electric shock. Being in her presence seemed to electrify his soul. There was a word that he knew described her perfectly, but he couldn't quite remember what it was.

She was waiting for him at the far end of the room, by the staircase that led to the second floor. She was leaning against the doorframe with one leg hitched up, like she was just lounging. Her smile was still wide as she saw him, and trotted upstairs, beckoning him with a finger. Upstairs in the hallway, the music was muted, but could still be felt through the floor. Willow was waiting for him, but now her face was serious. She touched his hand, and the same electricity tingled his skin.

"There's a lot we need to discuss, but before we do, I have to show you something. This way you will understand."

Without waiting for a response from him, she turned around and opened one of the doors in the hallway.

"Kevin. Can you come here please?" she said. She stepped back, and a young man came out of the room, which from where Dean was standing he could tell it was the bedroom. Kevin looked shy and seemed a little ashamed that he'd been found in the bedroom. Dean was immediately suspicious.

"What were you doing in there?" he asked him.




Karmina Ch. 04



"I was waiting for Stephanie." Kevin replied. "She said that wanted to give me a surprise, and that I should wait for her in the bedroom."

Dean snorted. Every party he'd been to there was something like this going on, a couple sneaking into the host's bedroom to fool around. Childish.

"Stephanie's downstairs, Kevin." said Willow. "She's talking to Tim."

Kevin looked crestfallen.

"She is?"

Willow gently shushed him and stroked his cheek.

"Ginsay." she whispered. Dean noticed that Kevin's face went completely blank, and he was completely still. Dean recognized that reaction, he'd seen it almost every day for a year. Kevin was under the same power that Dean had, but it was Willow's power. She had a word to put people under, just like him! Only it seemed hers worked on men.

"Kevin, you will go downstairs, and walk right up to Tim and Stephanie." Willow said to Kevin. "You will punch Tim in the face to knock him down, and then you will kiss Stephanie with all the passion and desire that you have within you. You are no longer a shy little boy. From now on you are a man, confident and content. Tell Stephanie how you feel."

After all of his instructions had been given to him, she told him to wake up. He did, and instantly he looked like a different person. Not a shy, mumbling boy, but a man filled with firm determination. He strode away downstairs, and out of sight.

"You have a word too!" Dean said, no longer able to hold in his surprise. Willow just smiled at him and nodded.

"I thought it would be easier to show you, rather than tell you." she said.

"Are you sure that it was a good idea to tell him to punch some guy in the face? That just sounds like it has way too much potential to go wrong."

"Oh, don't worry. Tim knows what's coming. I had a talk with him and he agreed to play out this charade for Kevin's sake. In reality it was Stephanie who asked Tim for help with Kevin. When Tim told me I talked with him, and we decided that this would be the best way to help them both."

"Wait, did you have a talk with Tim, or did you have a . . . 'talk' with him?"

The question made Willow laugh, and she put a hand on his chest, making his heart tingle with the electricity.

"Just a regular talk. It wouldn't work if I tried the other way on him anyway. Our words, as you call them, don't work on each other."

Willow read the expression on Dean's face after hearing that.

"That's right." she said. "There are more of us. Hundreds, maybe more."

"This is amazing! I have so many questions."

"Not right now." she said, and put a finger to his lips. "There's something more important that we need to help you with first."

With great confidence and ease, Willow put her hand on Dean's crotch, and gripped it firmly. The feeling of electricity that he felt every time he touched her was even more intense, but it also felt so good.

"How are you doing that?"

"It feels amazing, doesn't it?" she whispered in his ear. "Fiona told me about your little problem. I'm just touching you, nothing else. It always feels this way when one of us touches another."

At long last, after a month of trying and eventually giving up, Dean got a boner. Willow gripped it firmly through his pants, and moaned in his ear. He could feel her hot breath on his cheek and neck. Without really thinking about it, he put his hands on her waist and pulled her closer. Their lips were close to each other now, so close that neither one of them would have to move forward if they wanted to kiss. Dean wanted to kiss her, so very much. But he could tell that Willow was leading up to something, and that whatever it was would be fantastic, worth holding back on a little kiss at least.

"The tingle helps, doesn't it?" she whispered, pressing her body against his. Her hand was still on his raging member, straining against his pants. She stroked a little as she spoke. "But it's not the answer to your problem. You've made the same choices that all of us, especially the men, make when we discover our gift. We have the power to utterly and completely manipulate the opposite sex however we wish. That usually means we use it for easy sex."

Willow pulled Dean by his cock back into the bedroom, and he closed the door without realising it. He was rewarded with another smile from her.

"But that ultimately leads to forgetting what sex is really about, Dean."

She gripped the front of his shirt with both hands and ripped it open, scattering buttons all over the room. His chest exposed, Willow ran both her hands through the hair on it, and pulled the shirt and jacket of his suit down his arms, and dropping it on the floor.

"For the past year, sex for you has been about control." she said, taking off her own jacket. "You control your women into doing what you want, however you want it. It feels good to be in control, it's intoxicating and powerful. Even if you give back, make your women feel good, they're only feeling good because you tell them to. You know that, deep down, it's all you. You control them in every way."

She threw off her own jacket, and with one hand undid the buckle of her belt. Her jeans crumpled to the floor, and she stepped out of them, wearing only a slim bikini. In the dim light of the lamp by the bed, Dean could tell that she sunbathed nude. The music was thudding through the floor, he could feel it through his feet. The sound and feel of the music, and the sight of this wild woman in front of him, biting her lip as she stepped towards him, made him feel that nothing was really real. This couldn't possibly be real, could it?

Willow jumped up without warning and wrapped her legs around his waist, and her arms around his neck. Dean stumbled, but caught her, and their lips met in a hot, furious embrace that made him weak at the knees. The electric tingle was strong, crackling when their tongues met, and sizzling over everywhere else. It was the most intense kiss Dean had ever had. Suddenly, Willow got down, breaking the kiss. She practically tore off Dean's pants, breaking the zipper, and almost swiping his feet out from under him as she threw them away. She'd managed to take his underwear off at the same time, and now he was completely naked with this woman. She threw him back onto the bed, stronger than she looked, and his erect cock stood straight up in the air. Willow smiled and laughed, deep and throaty, as she hooked her thumbs into her bikini bottoms, and let them fall to the floor. With one hand she pulled the string of her top at her back, and it too fell to the floor. With smooth movements she knelt down in front of the bed, tenderly gripping his rigid cock with her fingertips, and licked the entire length of it from base to tip. Dean's body jerked with the shock her tongue gave him.

"Sex is not about control, Dean." she whispered to him, licking his cock again with each breath. "You're very hard right now. Tell me, do you feel in control of this situation?"

"No." said Dean with a laugh. "I can honestly say that I do not feel in control right now."

Willow smiled, and kissed the glistening tip. It stung, but with intense pleasure instead of pain.

"Sex is about passion, and desire. Sex is emotion, raw and powerful. Sex is spiritual and personal. None of these things can be controlled, Dean. That's why control doesn't last. You need to set yourself free. You've been dominated by your own lust, and over time it's become empty of everything that gave it any meaning. Empty lust is nothing, and that's why your body has lost interest."

"Well that doesn't seem to be a problem anymore." said Dean. She smiled at him with genuine pleasure, and took the entire length of his cock in her mouth, sucking and slurping with obscene gulping noises. Dean almost came right then and there, but was somehow able to hold back. This was the most amazing feeling he could remember having, he didn't want to fall victim to the trap of premature ejaculation. he wanted this to last. His eyes were locked with her wide, beautiful untamed brown eyes.

Untamed. That was the word he'd been trying to think of. This woman was a free spirit, shameless and wild. That was what made her so exciting, so exotic and sexy. She took her time sucking his dick, savouring every moment. She deep throated it, brushing her lips against his pubic hair, and gagged a little bit as it was squeezed by the back of her throat. When she pulled back she coughed, and his dick was covered with gooey, stringy saliva. Willow smiled as it strung out between her wet lips and the head of his cock, then slurped it back up as she swallowed his cock again, bobbing her head up and down and sucking hard. Dean was groaning loudly and writhing on the bed. It was a real struggle to hold back on his building climax. Luckily Willow was just as good at holding him back as she was at sucking dick. When she felt him get too close, she would pinch the skin at the base of his dick, or bite the head of it just enough to hurt, before carrying on. At one point she took his wet dick in her hand and jacked him off as she took his balls in her mouth, rolling each one around with her tongue and sucking on them. After that she started to tenderly and lovingly suck on just the head, swirling her tongue around it again and again. Dean couldn't help himself, he put both his hands on her head, lacing his fingers through her dreads. She didn't stop him, but intensified her administrations, and Dean was moaning even louder. She kept going right up until the point where Dean was about to lose control, and at that moment, Dean didn't care if he did. Willow was making him feel as good as he ever did, and he was about to cum for the first time in months. Why bother holding back? However, before he could finish, she stopped, and started blowing gently on his dick, wet with her spit. The cold rush helped cool him down, and settle his rising climax. Both of them were breathless from the experience.

"That was completely amazing." he said, and Willow laughed.

"I'm glad I could help." she said. She crawled onto the bed, crawling over him. Dean caught a glimpse of the unshaven mound between her legs. At that moment Dean realised that he'd never been with a girl with such a hairy bush before. Seeing one now added to the excitement. He could feel the tip of his dick rubbing against her smooth flat belly, then the rough feeling of her pubes, and finally the hot tingling wetness of her moist pussy. Both of them shuddered and sighed with the feeling of it. Dean had to remember that whatever she was doing to him, he was probably doing to her as well.

"But now the time for talking is over. Hold on to something, Dean." she said, and with expert ease lowered her hips down, letting her moist pussy slip neatly down the length of his cock. At that moment, the universe was separated into two parts. One part was just Dean and Willow in the bed, and the other part was everything else. The two of them were lost in the miasma of carnal, primal pleasure of each other's bodies.

Her hips were moving to the beat of the music still throbbing below them. Their faces were buried in each other's necks, and occasionally one of them would kiss or lick, or even bite the skin there. Willow was leaning heavily on her elbows on either side of Dean's head, her fingers tangled with his hair as she pumped her ass up and down. Dean's hands were free to roam all over Willow's tight, smooth skin. Sometimes he gripped her generously shaped ass cheeks. He reached back and slapped her bobbing ass, and was rewarded with a small squeal from her, and she bit his neck in response. It felt good when she did it, so he did it again. She groaned and lifted her head to kiss him hard. He lifted his other hand to slap her other ass cheek, and she gasped, biting his lower lip.

Downstairs the music had changed. It was slower now, but still loud and with lots of bass that beat through the floor. Willow sat up, grinding her hips to the new rhythm. Her eyes were closed now, lost in her own body, but Dean's eyes were wide open. He drank in the sight of her, at her bronze skin glistening with sweat. Her modest breasts were jiggling with every movement, and he reached up to take them both in his hands. They filled his hands neatly, like they were made for him. She smiled, her eyes still closed, and put her hands over his, pressing them hard against her chest. He squeezed her soft, supple breasts, and she moaned approvingly. He raised his knees off the bed, sliding his feet closer to himself, and she leaned back against his thighs. In this position Dean could thrust upward to meet her grinding hips. He managed to detach one hand from her chest, and move straight to her bushy crotch. He found her hard clit with his thumb and began rubbing it back and forth. Willow's moans reached a new octave, and she started to pinch her nipple hard, pulling on it. Dean did the same with her other breast, copying her, and started to rub her clit even faster. Willow's breath was coming in short, shallow breaths now, and her hips were moving with increased urgency. She was about to cum, he could tell. He smiled and rubbed harder, getting another squeal out of her.

The music changed again. Now it was faster than the first song. Willow's eyes snapped open, and she smiled broadly as she leaned forward again. This time, instead of resting on her knees, she hiked one leg up so that her foot was planted by his side. She was still on one knee, leaning all the way forward so that their faces were close once more, but now she had the leverage with her other leg to push herself down even faster. Pushing up with one leg, and down with the other in rapid succession, Willow was able to match the beat of the new song. Her ass was moving like a piston, up and down again and again with even, solid strokes. The change in tempo drove both of them crazy, and their eyes were locked together, glassy with the overload of pleasure they were receiving from the other. Willow's fingertips were stroking Dean's face as she worked her ass up and down, and Dean could feel his orgasm, the first one in months, rising to the surface once again. He grabbed her face with both hands, his fingers gripping the back of her neck, and kissed her. She kissed back, eagerly, and her breathing got faster as she neared her own climax as well.

And then it happened. It snuck on both of them, at exactly the same time. Willow pushed herself down onto his dick as hard as she could, and Dean thrust up equally hard. Both of them screamed with the release of pent up pressure. Willow's pussy went into spasm, clenching Dean's cock, and Dean could feel jet after jet of his semen shoot out of him and into her. It went on for more than thirty seconds, and Willow milked his throbbing cock by grinding her pelvis into him again and again. As it faded Dean blacked out, and he knew no more.

***

The sound of birds woke Dean, and he opened his bleary eyes to see watery light of an overcast morning through the window. His left arm was cold outside the covers, so he tucked it back in. His other arm was very warm indeed, and he turned his head to see why. Willow was asleep, snuggled up to him with her arms and legs entangling him. His left arm was wrapped around her.

After the initial feelings of contentment and satisfaction that came with waking to find a hot girl in his bed, Dean was caught in the eternal conundrum. Let her sleep, or risk waking her to pee? He struggled with it for ages until finally his bladder won out, and he got up. As he stumbled his way naked through the hallway to find the bathroom, he heard noises from downstairs. Someone was in the kitchen, cooking. After taking care of business in the bathroom, he threw on his pants and shirt from where they lay on the bedroom floor. The shirt wouldn't close because the buttons were missing, and he had to hold his pants up because the zipper was broken. Dean grinned. What a crazy night.

He went downstairs, holding his pants together with one hand, and went to investigate the activity in the kitchen. It was Fiona, standing by the stove wearing nothing but an extra-large t-shirt and the sweet delicious smell of bacon wafting through the air.

"Since when did you become a cliché of the morning after?" he asked. She turned to smile at him, her eyes glancing at his bare chest and broken pants. Her smile got bigger at the sight, and then she went back to cooking.

"Back home it's a stereotype that American women cook bacon in a man's shirt the morning after sleeping with him. I didn't want to disappoint."

"Hmm, but we didn't sleep together. Do I still get bacon?" he said, and she laughed.

"Don't worry there's enough for everybody. A few people stayed over last night. I noticed you and Willow hit it off. I'm glad to see that she was able to help with your little problem."

Boy did she ever, he thought.

"What about you?" he asked. "You obviously got lucky last night. Who's the lucky guy?"

"His name's Tim. He's. . ."

"He's Willow's friend." he finished for her.

"Exactly, how did you know?"

"She mentioned him last night. Briefly."

"You were obviously very preoccupied last night. I'm surprised you got any talking in at all."

The two of them chatted for a while, and before long the sounds of breakfast and the enticing smell of bacon roused everyone else, and they all gradually converged on the kitchen. There were two more couples besides Dean, Willow, Fiona and Tim. They were a little hungover, but happy. One guy went to the fridge to get a beer for the hair of the dog. He held one up for Dean; he nodded so the guy tossed one over to him. Everyone joined in on the banter, and everyone was having a good time. No one had anything to do that day, so everyone was completely relaxed and content with standing around, eating bacon, drinking beer, and laughing. It was a good morning, Dean thought, and he could see the possibility of a barbeque in the near future.

Someone wrapped their arms around him from behind, and he knew it was Willow.

"Thank you for last night." she whispered in his ear.

"I should be the one thanking you." he said to her.

"Believe me, it was just as much fun for me as it was for you."

She pulled him gently aside, away from the kitchen and into another room. It was the living room, where the dancing had been last night. She was back in her pants and jacket, but not her bra. Her jacket did a barely adequate job of concealing her bust from view, but it was still fun to look at. She had to lift his chin to look at her face before continuing.

"I'm glad I was able to help you last night, Dean."

"Me too." he said with a smile.

"But I don't want you to think that this means anything other than one friend helping another."

"Wait. Is this the 'let's just stay friends' talk?"

"Ha! Yes, I suppose it is. You're not the first one I've helped overcome their addiction to control. In the past they've sometimes taken it to mean that we were meant to be together."

Dean laughed, surprising her.

"Willow, you are an intoxicating, powerful, beautiful and untamed woman." he told her, and he actually succeeded in making her blush. "But even I can see this for what it is. Thank you for your help."

She smiled, relieved, and kissed him one last time.

"But remember, that if you ever feel you've lost touch and need some help again," she slipped a scrap of paper into his free hand, "call me."

For most of the day everyone hung around being lazy together. Around lunchtime they all started getting hungry again, and a barbeque was mentioned, and embraced as an excellent idea. Dean grinned in mild satisfaction of a job well done. A grill was procured, and food was acquired, and the entire day was spent eating, talking, drinking and laying around being happy.

It was by far the best day of Dean's life.




Karmina Ch. 04



THE END

For realz



Karmina



He was about to drift off to sleep, happy and satisfied, when he was aware of someone banging on the door. He wasn't aware of it earlier, but the thought occurred that maybe it had been going on for a while.

He got up and slipped into his discarded boxers as he made his way to the door. When he opened it the fist pounding on it kept moving forward when the door was no longer there, and its owner almost fell into the room. Dean stared. The woman standing before him was gorgeous. She was a little taller than he was, but slimmer than Fiona. Fiona was cuddly and curvy, but this woman was toned and curvy. Her breasts were barely concealed behind a flimsy dressing gown, and her long slender legs were on display. Her blonde hair was cropped short, but it was just long enough to look disheveled. He noticed that her face was flushed, and she was breathing hard. Dean wondered if it was due to the constant knocking, or maybe excitement from what she'd heard. Dean never thought that anyone would hear, there had been more important things on his mind.

"Excuse me sir." she said angrily, and her tone made 'sir' almost rhyme with 'idiot'. Her clipped and practiced british accent was sultry on her lips. "But it's two o'clock in the morning, and I have been on my feet all day, since six this morning. I'm trying to sleep in the next room, but the sound of your girlfriend in there is keeping me, and most likely everyone else in this stupid hotel awake!"

"Karmina." Dean said. He had no idea how to deal with the situation, so he spoke instinctively, saying the first thing that came to mind. The same change he saw in Fiona happened in front of him. Behind him he heard the sheets rustle, and he turned to see Fiona sitting up, staring into space and awaiting instructions.

"Come inside." he told the blonde, and she did without hesitation. He closed the door and told her to sit down. Now he had two women under his strange spell, and the possibilities to this occurred to him for the first time. Why didn't I think of this before, he thought to himself. He thought about what this would mean for his whole life, and the future seemed bright indeed.

"What's your name?" he asked, and both women answered at the same time.

"Fiona."

"Tracy."

Dean shook his head. That was weird.

"Tracy, how old are you?"

"27."

"Are you single?"

"Yes."

Well that was a relief. Dean was enjoying this little adventure, but he didn't think he was ready to ruin someone's life yet.

He gave Tracy all of the same instructions he'd given to Fiona, and she repeated them back to him diligently. Then he woke them both up. Tracy blinked as she returned to reality, and Fiona fell back into bed, asleep.

"What happened?" Tracy asked. She wasn't angry or hostile anymore, due to Dean's suggestions of friendship and safety.

"You got dizzy and I invited you in."

"Oh really? I don't remember."

"Well it looks like you're fine now. Sorry that I kept you up."

"Oh that's ok." said Tracy, and waved a hand dismissively. "To be honest with you for most of it I was listening from my room and masturbating."

She leaned in closely and lowered her voice as though she was afraid someone might hear what she was about to say next.

"I came three times before I realized how tired I was." she whispered with a grin.

"That's so hot." Dean said, and felt another stirring in his boxers. He looked over at Fiona, who was starting to stir, then back at Tracy.

"Have you ever had sex with a girl?" he asked, and Tracy smiled and blushed.

"No, but I've sometimes thought about it."

"I did once." said Fiona, who sat up and didn't seem to be fazed by the fact she was naked in front of a strange woman in a dressing gown. "It was with a friend at a sleepover. It felt really good, but it was really awkward afterwards."

"Well, do you think you bitches would like to try it now?" Dean asked, putting a little emphasis on the words 'do you think' and 'bitches'. Both women's eyes lit up and said yes in unison. They got up and approached each other, and when they met they kissed passionately. Dean could see that they had their tongues all the way inside the other's mouth. Fiona wasted no time in removing Tracy's dressing gown, and soon the two of them fell onto the bed. Dean watched them as they kissed and groped one another's breasts, butts and faces. They rolled over once or twice, playfully fighting each other to be on top. Fiona finally won, and immediately slid down Tracy's body to start licking her glistening snatch. Dean watched from where he sat, gently stroking his raging boner.

"That's good bitch." he said, and the two of them redoubled their efforts to bring each other off. Tracy practically dragged Fiona around so that they had their faces in the other's pussy. They licked and sucked each other, sometimes pausing to let out a moan or yelp of pleasure. Dean occasionally called one or both of them bitches, and the effect was immediate and powerful.

Finally he got tired of just watching, and told Tracy to suck his dick. She threw Fiona off of her, and crawled her way off the bed and between Dean's legs. She inhaled his rigid shaft in one go, and Dean moaned deeply and held her head down with both hands. Fiona came up behind Tracy and knelt down so that she could keep sucking the blonde's pussy. Tracy moaned in response, and the vibrations sent Dean's body into waves of pleasure. He had to really focus to not blow his load right into her throat. He wanted to savor this for as long as possible.

Tracy bobbed her head up and down, sucking his hard dick with obscene slurping and slipping sounds. She really knew how to suck a man's dick, and she was giving it all that she could. Every now and again she'd go all the way down and take his whole dick in her mouth until her lips were pressing against his groin and her nose was buried in his pubes. She'd let go with a gagging noise, and then keep going like before, bobbing her head up and down. Fiona came around beside her and started to suck Dean's balls, which Dean thought was a nice touch, and wondered why she did it since he never told her to. The two of them took turns sucking his dick, while the other would take his balls in their mouths and run their hands over his body.

Eventually he told them to stop, and they did. He got up and lay down on the bed, calling Tracy to him. She climbed into bed with him, and he moved her so that she was straddling him, cowgirl style. She took the opportunity to maneuver his dick inside her, and she sank down on it with a grateful sigh. She started to lift herself off the bed to move him in and out of her, and she was getting caught up in the moment. She lifted her arms above her head, and bounced up and down on him, giving him a glorious view of her generously plump and jiggly breasts bouncing with her. Fiona got onto the bed as well and smacked Tracy's ass. Tracy screamed in shock, but didn't stop her motion. In fact she leaned forward to give Fiona a better angle to do it again. Fiona smacked her again, and Tracy yelped, and moaned as she started to hump Dean faster. She wasn't bouncing up and down now, only pressing herself hard against him and grinding her pelvis back and forth. This felt incredible to both of them. To Dean he felt his dick being pressured and rubbed from every angle, and for Tracy it moved his dick around her pussy just right, and it was rubbing her sensitive clitoris against his torso, which was driving her wild.

Every now and again Dean would make them do something else to spice things up further.

"Tracy, do you think you'd like Fiona to bite your nipples?"

"Oh yes." she's breath, and in a flash Fiona would be there, taking one of the sensitive nubs between her teeth and biting with a playful growl.

When Dean was ready to give all he had left, he told Tracy to get on her hands and knees. When she was in position Fiona, who knew what was coming, 'lubed up' Dean's dick again, and spread Tracy's ass cheeks for him. She spat on her twitching, puckered asshole for him, and licked it to make sure it was nice and wet. Tracy was moaning as though it was the most sexual think anyone could do to her. Dean entered her softly, but this time neither of them wanted to go slow. She was backing into him like a bitch in heat, and Dean told her to hold onto something while he took a firm hold of her hips. He fucked her harder than he'd ever fucked before. Fiona sat in a nearby chair, watching them with her legs draped over either arm of the chair, madly fingering her pussy. Dean repeated the magic word over and over again as he pounded Tracy's ass, keeping the rhythm of his strokes with his chanting.

"Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch." he said, again and again. The girls were screaming now like a pair of cats, yowling and purring in even intervals. Finally he yelled out 'slut' just as he emptied his balls into Tracy's bowels. All three of them came at the same time, and the noise was deafening.

The next day, Dean woke up to find himself alone in his room. There was no sign of the girls. At first he thought the whole thing was a dream, but then he heard a knock at the door. When he answered it, both Fiona and Tracy were there, fully dressed and looking very refreshed and happy.

"Hi there sleepy-head." said Tracy, and kissed him gently on the lips before sauntering past him and back into the room.

"We just checked at the airport, and there's still no flights for today. So we have another whole day with nothing to do."

Dean was grinning like a fool as he got dressed, and the three of them went out for breakfast in a fancy restaurant. The Maitre d was a woman, and Dean had no problem convincing her that he and his two friends could eat for free. As they ate, Fiona ducked under the table while no one else was looking, and took Dean's dick in her mouth while she fingered Tracy. The two of them tried their best not to react to this special treatment, but Tracy in particular couldn't help but let out the occasional faint moan or sigh. Dean grunted as he fired his load into Fiona's eager and earnest mouth, and when the coast was clear, Fiona came back up to resume eating as though nothing had happened.

The rest of the day was spent in Dean's room, finding new and interesting ways to please each other, then the next day, and the day after that, until finally the airport reported that the ash cloud had moved on, and the skies were now clear. Dean decided that it would be best to let the girls get back to their lives, even though he wanted to make them his permanent love slaves, it wouldn't be fair to them. So when they were packed and ready to head for the airport, Dean put them back in a trance, and removed all of his suggestions he'd given them, but added that they would always remember their adventure together fondly, and that they would always keep in touch as really good friends. Then they parted ways, and made their own ways to the airport.

As Dean boarded his plane, he thought about his dreams, what they'd been trying to tell him, and what this would mean for the rest of his life. He sat down in his seat, smiling as he imagined what his world was going to be like when he got home. He looked over to see that the person next to him was a very attractive redhead. She was ignoring him, flicking through a magazine. He checked her out all through the takeoff, and made his move when the seatbelt sign turned off.

"Hi there."

"Hi." she said without looking at him.

"Have you ever joined the mile-high club?" he asked, and she gasped, turning to sneer at him in disgust.

"Pig!" she muttered as she returned to her magazine. Dean smiled and leaned closer.

"Karmina." he whispered in her ear.

THE END