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By: sexychik69



I did not hear the click of the lock; nor did I hear his silent entrance into my bedroom. All I heard was a short cough. I sprang up in my bed, letting my eyes adjust to the hypnotizing darkness. I sat there for a few minutes, sharply turning my head at every creak in the room only to find out it was the house creaking; my house was old. I swore I saw an almost invisible figure in the dark and I got up to investigate. Thank god that when I turned on the light I found it only to be a coat hung on one of the posts of my bed. Wait a second, that wasn't my coat. That was a man's coat! 

"Keep quiet my love and I will not harm you," the deep voice cooed into my ear as his hand had come around and pressed firmly over my mouth. I swore there was a British tint to his accent. He gently bit my earlobe and said, "Understand?" I nodded my head in response. What was going on? Who was this man? And how on earth did he get into my house without my puppy barking? She barked if a grasshopper stared too long at her. I didn't have time to answer these questions before he spoke again. 

"I'm going to let you go and you're going to walk over to the bed like a good little girl and tie these over your mouth and eyes, okay?" I nodded in compliance. He let me go and handed me two scarves; my own, I recognized them as. How long had he been in my house? I tried to turn and face my visitor, but was only turned away with a harsh slap on my cheek. His strong force had flung me to the floor, face down, and I tried to blink out the tears burning in my eyes as the fire in my cheek only got worse. He got on one knee beside me and pulled my head up by my hair. 

"Don't make me do that again. I do so hate hurting you..." he trailed off as he let go of my hair. This guy had me very confused. What the fuck was he here for if not to hurt me? Or fuck me I suppose...

"Get up," he instructed, and I followed his directions; too afraid not to. My bottom lip trembled as I slowly got up - I had never been slapped before and never thought I would be, especially by a man. I tied one of the scarves over my eyes and tied the other one around my head so it was rolled up and put into my mouth. 

"No, tighter. I don't want them coming loose." He walked behind me and tightened the one that I was tying (the one in my mouth) and pulled it as tight as he could. My mouth was jerked wide open to accept the force pulling my jaws apart. I whimpered and I felt a sharp pain on my ass. "Stop being such a bad girl or your ordeal will get worse," he said firmly. His voice was no longer gentle and his touches were rushed and mostly painful; I had upset him. 

I heard him walk around me and I felt his eyes burning into my flesh: I was only clothed in a spaghetti strap top and some very short shorts that went up well past my inner thigh. In fact, when I bent over, I felt a cool breeze on my ass. He apparently approved. 

"Dress just for me, darling?" I lowered my head in shame as I was given another command. "Put your hands together behind your back and lock your elbows. I want those tits pushed forward towards me." When I couldn't bring myself to do the asked task, he pushed me backwards with enough force to knock me over; I didn't realize how uncoordinated I was blindfolded. Thankfully, I was still standing in front of my bed and I just fell onto the soft cushion of my bedspread. He leaned over to me and took the scarf out of my mouth and the other one from over my eyes. Apparently he had changed his mind about how to restrain me. He stood up again and looked down at me, looking up at him with fear showing in my eyes. 

"No, no, that won't do. I want you up and leaning over the bed - pleasure will come later, but pain first. You've been a very bad girl. Bad girls deserve to be punished, do they not?" he asked me, I didn't respond, still so scared of him and his obvious control and power over me. "I asked you a question!" he spat at me. 

"Y-y-yes," I mustered up in reply. 

"Yes what?" he asked. 

"Yes, bad girls deserve to be punished," I said; my embarrassment showing in my flustered cheeks. 

"And have you been a bad girl?" 

"Yes." 

"Yes what? Who am I?" 

"Yes, Sir?" I half asked, half stated. 

"That's right, you will call me Sir from now on. Every time I ask you a question, you are to answer in complete sentences, always with the word "Sir" at the end. Understand, love?" 

"Yes, I understand, Sir." 

"Good. Now get up and undress. Lean over the bed and spread your legs wide and hold your head up in the air; you can rest on your elbows on top of the bed." 

His instructions were a bit hard to comprehend - how he wanted me positioned - but he showed me how he wanted me and made sure my legs were spread wide for him. 

"Make sure you keep your head up, do NOT let it drop down." 

"Yes, Sir." 

"That's it; that's a good little girl," he said as I heard him unbuckle his belt. Oh god, here it comes, I thought to myself. He's going to fuck me now. But when I didn't hear a zipper or a button, I realized I was wrong. Before I could move I heard him raise his arm up and plunge it back down; the belt landing on my left inner thigh. I screamed at the abuse and tried to scramble out of the way of his next blow, but he held me down and whispered into my ear, "There you go, being bad again. I can see you want me to force you to stay and accept your punishment. Is that it, precious? You want me to tie you up so I can spank you so hard, yet you cannot move?"

"No! No! Please, I'll do anything for you! Just please, don't hit me again, Sir!" I couldn't believe I had just called him 'Sir', but somehow it just slipped off my tongue. 

"Oh no, I'm going to hit you many more times tonight, and until you get used to being abused like the bad little girl you are, I think I should tie you up so you will submit to me." I tried to wriggle free from his firm grasp, but couldn't manage to get free. As a last attempt to get me to obey him, he quickly looped the belt around my neck and fed the end through the fastener, tightening it around my neck and stopping my air supply. "Do NOT move from now on until you are instructed to, do you understand?!" I nodded my head and he let the belt fall. I stood gasping and coughing for breath - it had been taken away from me so fast that it took me a long while to get used to breathing again. 

When I had calmed down he leaned down onto the ground at the foot of one of my posts. He grabbed my ankle and I almost lost my balance as he pulled it towards him, spreading my legs even wider. He tied it roughly to the post and moved over to the other one. I felt him grab my other ankle with the same harsh grip and pull it relentlessly towards him. I let out a loud whimper as my legs were spread too wide. I had a king sized bed and my ankles were even with the posts on either side, just inside them. The muscles in my face contorted in pain as I was stretched out wide for him. 

I bent over the bed as I felt his hand move towards my ass. He gently caressed my firm ass as he lowered one hand to my asshole. A finger entered easily without lubrication. "Mmm, this is nice. You're spread so wide for me I could just fuck you right here in your ass without any lubrication." There was a short pause, then, "Tell me what you want me to do to you. Tell me how you want me to fuck you tonight." 

I began hesitantly; I was a very shy and introverted person, and to be fully spread for this man that was fingering my ass and asking me to tell him what I wanted him to do to me was almost too much. A firm slap on my ass reminded me that I had better comply; apparently he had forgotten my punishment from before. 

"I want you to lick my pussy, Sir. I want to taste your cock and feel it in my throat, Sir. I wish for you to take my pussy and my ass, Sir, in any way you like. Please, use me for your pleasure, Sir." Maybe if I said what he wanted to hear, he would just fuck me and get it over with. My cheek still hurt and the welt on my thigh was burning more than ever now - I just wanted him to leave me be. 

"Well you are in no position to suck on my cock, nor are you in a very good position to be eaten out. But god, you should see your ass. It is basically inviting my cock. Yes, that's what I'm going to do. I'm going to take your ass first. Dry." 

The last word stung me inside my ass - there was no way a cock could go up my ass dry. There just wasn't. I heard him scramble to remove his clothing and walk to turn the light out. I had candles on my bedside table - I sometimes like to read by candlelight. He walked over to my bedside table and lit a candle; it was one of the few I had in glass, bowl-like candle holders. He brought it over to me, set it down on the floor, and rubbed his cock against my ass behind me. "Bring your hands around and spread your ass cheeks for me. Make it easier for me, love," he said to me - his voice once again gentle. When I would not obey him, he spanked me hard on my ass. "Do as I say!" Still I couldn't comply; I couldn't spread myself for him - I just couldn't. "My god why are you being such a fucking bitch? You fucking whore!" he said as I felt another very, very sharp sting on my ass. He had picked the belt back up and was hitting me with it again. I tried to move out of his way, but he kept relentlessly hitting me as hard as he could. Tears were falling down onto my bedspread after just the second blow. 

"Please stop! Stop!" I cried in between blows, but he did not listen; he didn't even answer me or tell me to be quiet. As he hit the same place time after time, my ass went numb underneath him. I looked up at a mirror that was on the other side of the room and I saw his face red in a passion as he hit me over and over. When I saw him pull his arm all the way back and whip the belt through the air, I cried out in more agony. I had been spanked before and it wasn't all that terrible, but this, this was just ruthless and it hurt so much that every beat of my heart stung my whole body. 

I had lost count of the blows after twenty six, but there was a good deal more after that. I could hardly breathe when he finally stopped; but I realized he had only stopped because he was getting tired of hitting me at full blast. I looked into the mirror again and saw that he was just as hard as ever; his cock was still full of life in behind me. He threw the belt down and said in an aggravated tone, "Now, we shouldn't have any more problems, should we?" 

I shook my head. "No, Sir." 

"Good." He seemed to think about what he had said for a minute and then said, "No, I'm still not pleased." 

He went around to the side of the bed that I don't sleep at and retrieved a bag. From it he pulled some rope. My eyes went wide - surely he wasn't going to spank me with that rope too? He saw my expression and laughed. "No, pet, I'm not going to hit you with this. Give me your wrists." I did as I was told and he tied one end around my right wrist. He fed the rope behind the two front posts and brought it around to tie my left wrist with the other end. My arms were pulled forward, almost too much. With my wrists and ankles tied tightly, I was completely immobile. 

He moved around the bed to settle behind me and began to rub his cock on my burning ass. I took in a sharp breath between my teeth when he softly touched my ass with his cock. He placed his hands down onto my ass cheeks and began to massage them. It stung furiously, but his gentleness calmed me. He began to rub his cock up and down my ass crack, letting it dip down to my pussy just twice. I felt the head of his cock find my entrance and he began to push against my ass. His cock had enormous girth - I could guarantee I wouldn't have been able to wrap my hand around it if I had tried. It was easily as big as a soda can and I could almost sense how long it must have been. As his head began to spread my asshole wide, I clenched my ass, forcing his cock to exit. 

"Now you mustn't do that love," he said, almost in a mocking tone. He pressed his cock against my asshole again and continued, "Or this is what happens..." and he bent down to retrieve the candle. He poured a few drops of hot wax onto my asshole right above his cock. Instinctively, my ass pushed outwards and his head gained entrance into my ass. I tried to push his cock head out of my now resisting ass, to no avail. He wasn't going to let me escape again. Tears began to gather in my eyes as I felt him scrape the now cool wax away and set the candle on a chair beside him. 

"Can I trust you enough not to resist me again?" I nodded - my ass still burned from that hot wax. "Good. Now push your ass out again love, like you did before," I did as I was told and I felt his cock go another two inches into my stretched asshole. My eyes clenched themselves shut as I shuddered in pain - I didn't even want to speak anymore; I was too afraid of being hit again. He pushed a little further as I pushed out again, involuntarily. "Ah, that's a good girl. Almost half way in now." Half way in?! I swore he was already more than 5" inside my ass and there was still more?! I pushed outwards two more times before he said to me, "Oh you're being such a good girl, taking my cock into your ass like this. Has anyone ever invaded here besides me?" 

"Yes Sir." 

"How many times?" 

"Only twice, Sir." 

"Ah, that explains the resisting. All right little girl, one more big push and I'll be all the way in." 

I pushed outwards one last time as he shoved the rest of his cock into me; a good three inches more at least. I lunged forward with the force and the scarves cut into my ankles as I tugged against them, trying to escape this invasion. My breathing was very erratic and short. I knew that was blood dripping down my thigh. 

"Oh my god," I mumbled under my breath. The pain was simply unbearable. I felt like I couldn't breathe; even breathing hurt. He didn't even give me time to adjust to it before he began to pull his cock out of my torn asshole. It seemed to take several minutes before his cock was completely out of my ass except for his massive head. He slowly pushed back in, then slowly pulled back out again. He began a steady rhythm and didn't show any sign of speeding up when I heard him say, "Get ready," in such a soft manner that I knew I wasn't supposed to have heard it. Just as I was trying to figure out what he was going to do, he pulled his cock out of my ass all the way and plunged into me all in one thrust. The breath was knocked out of me and I was forced to tug on my ankle bonds. I couldn't hold back the scream when I felt his hips slam against my ass. "Shh," he said, surprisingly gentle yet again. "Get ready, I'm doing it again." He wasn't lying; I felt him pull out all the way and slam back into me again. My screams began to get softer as he repeated this new painful rhythm over and over again. 

He began to speed up even more, but only taking out half of his cock this time, so he could go faster and faster with each plunge into my asshole. Almost involuntarily, I began to push my hips back against his thrusts; as far back as I could with my restraints that is. The pleasure began to increase even more as I began to let myself go and enjoy the experience. He started to push more and more of his cock into me as he felt me push back against him. He plunged into me once more and leaned over to me to whisper, "Am I mistaken or is my little girl enjoying this now?" I blushed in response and he chuckled evilly to himself. "Just a little longer, love, and you'll get to suck my cock. Would you like to suck my cock, little one?" 

I nodded. "Yes, Sir, I would love to pleasure you in any way you could imagine." 

"Very good." 

I smiled to myself as I felt the satisfaction of pleasing him. He slowly pulled out and plunged back in. To my surprise, the amazing force felt good. I gradually felt a fire build within me, a fire that I knew was going to be fierce once fueled. A few more thrusts he came deep into my ass. I moaned when I felt his hot cum shoot up my ass. He threw himself over me and after he caught his breath he came around to untie me. He left to go into my bathroom to wash his cock off as I felt the blood go back into my hands and feet. He walked back inside my bedroom and barked another order at me. "Get onto the bed with your head hanging off the side. Time to shove my cock down your throat." 

To be continued...

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...and just a little nudge...right...there!

The color spread up her neck and across her cheeks as she reached up and ran her hand from the base of her neck to her shoulder. She looked confused and embarrassed, glancing around to see if anyone on the transport had noticed her growing arousal. Her mind filled with images, but she was unable to locate the source of this feeling. She tried to focus on a memory of a golden-haired lad with wiry limbs and a deceptively innocent smile, but I was unwilling to let her attribute this elsewhere. I let his face fade from her mind before I tweaked her again.

She was truly beautiful. A junior aide to some small system's senator, I supposed, riding the public transport to a less expensive apartment on the edges of diplomatic housing. The bronzing of the sun on her face suggested that she had recently arrived at the capital and from a warm world. The city life would soon rob her of that glow but for now it had attracted my attention. That and the need that was so much a part of her. I found her literally irresistible.

I watched in the burnished metal of the doorway in front of her as her eyes darted nervously. I allowed my will to reach out and ran a gentle sensation from her right knee into her thigh, caressing the muscle with my mind and letting more heat flow into her already warm center. The involuntary reaction of her moist pussy caused more wetness to flow and my heightened senses caught the sweet sharp scent. She moved the leather portfolio from the floor into her lap. 

Against her own better judgment, she put her left hand beneath the concealing case and slipped it beneath her skirt. As she touched herself, I concentrated on enhancing those sensations. Each touch of her own fingers felt as though it were multiplied tenfold, and her breath caught and released as I used her feelings and desires both against and in support of her. I eased the doubts caused by her own inhibitions while allowing the thrill of her wanton behavior to increase her enjoyment.

I saw the top of her head as her back straightened and her chin pointed skyward. Sitting behind her and concentrating only on her, I had lost track of the surrounding environment. She was beginning to attract too much attention from our other riders in the compartment. I reached out with my feelings to the individuals that were noticing. I gently prodded one's interest in his magazine and brought another's pride in his son's acceptance to the Republic Merchant Academy swell back up to the point where he forgot the girl and brought out a holo of his successful progeny. With the non-humans it was easier, since they were not sexually attracted but only curious.

Looking back to her reflection, I decided to try something new. I let it flow through me and reached out. I could feel the fabric of her blouse as my awareness slid inside. I moved between the warm softness of her skin and the lace of the bra to give a slight lift under her breast and a pinch of her nipple. I could see the movement of her shirt in the doorframe, but I don't think she noticed, so lost was she in the enhanced sensations of her own fingers. Too much so to notice my ghostly "touch". I was so thrilled in this more subtle use of my training. A thing not taught at the temple, but still a part of life there, of games played in dorm rooms and whispers between forbidden loves. All knew this use was possible, but the monastic style and beliefs of so many of our teachers did not allow for such thoughts. This was not for the greater good of the galaxy, but a more personal and direct interpretation of the "living" part of the...

"Anakin?"

I was barely able to keep from crying out in surprise as the heavy hand of my Master appeared on my shoulder. So lost was I in the blonde and my own carnal thoughts that I had not heard him return. I released my grasp of the Force as he settled in the chair beside me and delivered a quiet reprimand.

"This is not a proper use of the living force, my young padawan," said Obi-Wan, "Look. You have caused her confusion. See how she scans around as the tingle of your touch diminishes? You may have caused no harm here, but what you are doing is invasive and inappropriate. The young lady must be a knowing and involved participant, not a victim or plaything." 

The blonde woman was now looking very confused as she noticed the disheveled state of her clothing and became aware of her surroundings on a more immediate level. The flush of arousal was being replaced by embarrassment and I could sense the edge I had been pushing her towards retreating as her inhibitions returned.

"I'm sorry Master," I said, "I had no intention of causing harm."

"I did not suspect so, or I would be more harsh Anakin. However, harm might have been done. What if we were not traveling incognito but were in our robes and she made the connection? What if there had been a person resistant to your distracting mind-touches in the compartment, one who recognized her and then made her public display into a minor scandal that damaged her career or reputation? True, the Force is a strong guide in such things, but mistakes can be made. And there is the matter of the young woman's will and feelings to consider. Just because you have reached an adults majority of age does not allow you control over the bodies of others, only of your own. I do not suppose you asked the young lady's permission before beginning your manipulations?" 

"No Master, I did not."

"Then you have done her a disservice. I am not Master Mace or Master Yoda. I was trained by Qui-Gon to recognize that the Force was a part of all facets of life and I do feel there is a place for sexuality in the life of a Jedi. But this was inappropriate at best. And now you have done her another wrong. Feel."

I reached out and caressed my Force-sense along the edges of her emotions. My sudden withdrawal had left her confused and hurt. Her hands were shaking with the pent up excitement that had been about to release, and the needs and desires that had drawn my attention in the first place were at an almost desperate pitch.

"Attend to the other passengers Anakin."

"But Master..."

"Now, Anakin! This is not the time nor place for you to be headstrong!"

"Yes, Master..." I sighed.

Master Obi-Wan closed his eyes and I felt him reach out towards her as he brought his right hand to hover in the air over his lap: the ancient gesture of a Knight using the force. I sent out my awareness to the minds around us and brought their own concerns and wishes back into the forefront of their thoughts so that they would not notice what I felt happening.

I watched in the reflection as her hands tightened on the arms of her chair and her muscles tensed. Her breathing became deeper, and eyes closed as her mouth stretched wide to gulp air. Her chin began to quiver and then her hips raised and she bit down upon her lip to keep from crying out. The glow of her in the Force pulsed with her orgasm. It reached a crescendo that only the three of us were aware of before it began to fade and a quiet sense of well-being and relaxation flooded into her as the tension left.

"Well, that explains why you were so taken with her in the first place."

"Master?"

"Can you not still feel her Anakin? She is Force sensitive. Not consciously so, but it is there."

The transport slowed as it came to its next stop and she stood up and turned around to leave. Just for a moment we made eye contact and something leapt across that small gap of physical space, something that was physical but also was not. She looked puzzled for a moment, then smiled and looked away as she passed me and got off the transport.

"Don't be surprised my young apprentice..."

"Master?"

"When she enters your dreams tonight, do not be surprised..." 

"Yes, Master."



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This story could go into a number of categories including, 'Loving Wife', 'Interracial' and 'Non-Consent'. If you don't like reading from any of these categories you might want to pass on this story. Thank you to Mr. Wolf for editing this story and making it a much better read. 

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My wife Amy and I were married for eight years. I managed the local bank and Amy was a stay at home wife. To be honest, she was hardly ever home. She belonged to so many organizations it was hard for me to keep up with them. We got married when Amy was thirty-two and I was forty.

I was married once before for five years when I was younger but I caught my ex with one of her bosses and after a huge fight we were divorced. I said I would never marry again but then I met Amy. She was beautiful, intelligent and came from a well-to-do family.

Before we met she worked at her father's business as sort of an assistant. She was in charge of setting up meetings and arranging parties and gatherings. I attended one of their parties and that's when we met. I couldn't take my eyes off of her and neither could many of the other men at the gathering.

I was talking with her father about banking when she came up to me and introduced herself. "Hello, I'm Amy McClain and you must be John Hoffer."

I was surprised that she was so outgoing. "Yes, I'm John Hoffer and very pleased to meet you. Can I get you a drink or something?" I asked.

She smiled at me and said, "Something would be nice, but right now I would like to dance with you. Besides, I'm the hostess and I should be waiting on you." Her smile was so beautiful.

I looked at her father and we excused ourselves and headed for the dance floor. After dancing a couple of dances she said she had to attend to the other guests. She leaned in and kissed me on the cheek, smiled and said she would see me later.

I felt something like regret or loneliness when she walked away. Surely I couldn't fall that quickly for someone I didn't even know. For the rest of the evening I kept watching her and found myself talking to other people about her. I have to say that no one said anything bad about her but many men said they had asked her out. She did date a couple of the single men but only as friends.

When it was time to leave I looked for her and was disappointed that I didn't see her. I went home to my condo, put on the TV but couldn't get her out of my mind.

The following Monday I was in my office when my secretary told me I had a visitor. I looked up and there stood Amy in a dress that made her look not only beautiful but very sexy. You could tell it was expensive just by looking at it. It was blue and cut somewhat low showing some nice cleavage and was also a couple inches about her knees showing some nice toned legs. Her long curly red locks were down to her shoulders. At the party her hair had been up.

"Amy! It's so nice to see you." I couldn't help staring but I think she was used to men looking at her. I saw a few people at the bank kind of watching her. She drew attention, that's for sure. "What can I do for you?"

"I missed you at the party. You left without saying goodbye. I'm was sorry I didn't get to say goodbye to you," she said.

"I looked for you but didn't see you. I figured you were busy so I just left," I replied.

"John, I know this is forward but that's the way I am. Would you like to have lunch with me? I'll understand if you say no."

I had to wonder why she would think I'd say no. "If you can give me a few minutes I'd love to have you... I mean have lunch with you." I felt a bit stupid for the slip up but Amy just smiled. I told my secretary to make a reservation at one of the finer restaurants.

As we ate lunch I couldn't get out of my mind how different she was from the usual women I dated. She was so outgoing and happy; I doubt she ever met anyone she didn't like. I did ask her why she thought I might not have wanted to have lunch with her.

She told me she had heard that I was married once and it didn't go well. Some of her friends had told her that I said I would never marry again.

"I know I'm a bit outgoing but I have always spoke my mind. Some men are afraid of women like me. I was hoping you weren't," she responded.

I was falling for her and I knew it. By the time we were finished with lunch we had planned a date for the next evening. We had at least three dates a week for the next month. It was the fourth date before we made love. It was the best sex I've ever had in my life.

We had gone out for dinner and a movie and she asked to see my apartment. No sooner had we walked in, when she kissed me and we're talking much more than a peck. Our foreplay was almost as good as the actual lovemaking.

She began by removing my shirt and t-shirt. Then began kissing my neck and chest, working her way down to my tummy. I can't remember a woman kissing my nipples, it really felt good.

It was my turn and I slowly removed her blouse, starting at her neck and kissing down to the top of her breasts. I felt myself getting hard just kissing her. She was teasing me and wouldn't let me take off her bra yet, but I did spend a minute or so rubbing my face against the top of her breasts

It was her turn again and after unbuckling my belt she unzipped my trousers and let them fall to the floor. I was sporting quite a hard-on and was ready to use it but it would be awhile before that happened.

I unbuttoned her skirt and let it fall to the floor. She was standing there in just her bra and matching panties. I couldn't get over how perfect she was. Decent size breasts, a flat tummy and I could see her trimmed fiery red bush pressed against her panties.

She took my hand and we walked into the bedroom. Up until now we hadn't said a word. "I want you to make love to me John," said Amy. She unhooked her bra showing me the most beautiful set of tits I can remember seeing. Nice and shapely with large areoles and taut nipples. She lay across the bed and I sucked each nipple to hardness.

I noticed the freckles on her chest and wanted to kiss every one of them if it was possible. She was moaning and telling me how good it felt and how much she liked it. I reached down and felt her panty covered pussy. It was already wet with her juices. As I moved to slip off her panties I could smell her arousal.

I couldn't help myself; I had to bury my face in her wet pussy. I sucked, chewed, licked and tongued her pussy till she had an orgasm. As she was coming I pulled back and buried two fingers into her pussy and pumped them in and out of her. She kept making noises and telling me how good it felt and too never stop. As she was calming down I slowed down the pumping of my fingers.

After getting up from the bed I slipped off my briefs and let my cock spring out. It was normal in length but had a wider girth than most. Amy smiled when she saw it. "John let me kiss it."

Now I have to admit that it's not every day that a beautiful woman asks to suck your cock. I stepped over to the bed and she held my cock to her lips and kissed it. She slowly opened her mouth and took the head of my cock and began sucking it. Eventually she had half my cock in her mouth sucking it.

I began to see froth around my cock and it was really turning me on. Her red lips going back and forth on my cock. I couldn't remember being with a woman that was so sexual. I knew I would be coming any minute and didn't want it to be in her mouth.

I pulled my fingers out of her pussy and got between her legs and pushed my aching, throbbing cock up to the hilt in her pussy. She screamed out whilst at the same time telling me how good it felt. I was now pumping for all I was worth and she was matching me stride for stride. I held her legs up high and pushed my cock as deep as I could, feeling my cock thumping and pumping out it's juices. At the same time she was screaming out words I could only half understand, "uhh, shit, damn, so good, fuck fuck fuck!" Then I heard it. "I'm in love with you, John. I've wanted you since the day I met you."

Was this just bedroom talk or was she baring her soul to me? I left my cock in her feeling her pussy spasm then leaned over and kissed her passionately. I held the majority of my weight on my elbows and she put her arms around my head as we kissed.

****

After that night everything in my life seemed to change for the better. Her dad began to transfer major accounts to our bank which made me look pretty damn good. My dates with Amy usually ended in fantastic sex. I'd never known a woman like her and I knew I was in love with her, I had no doubts.

We would talk about our pasts and she told me she had two older brothers that worked for her dad. Needless to say they were vice presidents in the business. I didn't know a lot about the business and had a feeling everything wasn't above board but it was something no one talked about.

All I know is my bank was at the receiving end of thousands of dollars of savings and donation accounts thanks to Mr. McClain. I was invited to the McClain's a number of times for dinner and a few of their parties. I met Amy's brothers Richard and Robert, everyone called them Rich and Bob. Both were married with beautiful wives and each had three children.

One of the wives asked Amy if our relationship was serious. Amy looked at me and said, "Very!" smiled and said no more. After dinner I had a talk with Amy.

"I know I said I would never marry again but I can't help being in love with you. I can't see myself going through life without you. I want to see you everyday not just a few times a week. I want your beautiful body against me when I go to sleep at night and when I wake up in the morning. Amy, will you marry me?"

She had tears in her eyes but they were tears of joy. She said, "Yes" and we kissed, then we went into the family room to tell the rest of the family. Everyone was happy for us and the women immediately started planning the wedding. It would be in two months.

Life couldn't have been any better. I felt like I was at the top of the world. Although if I'm being honest, there was one thing that bothered me. Amy was so pretty and outgoing that I know she got hit on quite often. I even talked to her about my concerns and she said she understood but there was no way that she would ever cheat on me. She loved me too much to do anything like that.

The wedding was fantastic. My parents as well as my two sisters loved Amy. In their eyes she was the perfect woman. They were happy to see that I was happy and had gotten on with my life. At the wedding I watched as Amy danced with friends and acquaintances. She knew I could be jealous and always smiled at me so I knew everything was fine.

In our honeymoon suite we had a Jacuzzi and went naked the whole night. I sucked on her toes, her tits, belly, but most of all on her pussy. She sucked my cock to orgasm. It was the first time I came in her mouth. I couldn't believe I kissed her afterwards and began getting hard again. I did take a blue pill; I wanted a night to remember and I got one.

I was on my back and she rode me and stayed riding my cock even after it got soft until it got hard again. On the last night of our honeymoon she pulled out a tube of KY Jelly and told me she was giving me her ass. She took the tube and put a generous amount on my cock and handed the tube to me.

I put some on my fingers and slid them into her bung hole and all around the outside. She got on her hands and knees and I slowly pushed the head of my cock against her anal opening. She squealed but said it was fine. I continued until I got the head in. It was very tight and I rested until she could get used to it. I asked her how it felt.

"It feels like I have a big turd about to come out of my ass," she said and started laughing. Then we got serious again and I started a slow in and out motion each time pushing more of my cock into her. She began to push back and getting in to it.

Before we knew it we were anal fucking with abandonment and she had her hand rubbing her pussy. I couldn't hold back any longer and came hard deep in her bowels. I felt her orgasm when she tightened her ass and choked my cock. It actually hurt till she loosened up and I pulled out with a pop.

She rolled over and I lay across her and kissed her. "John, I love you so much and there is nothing I won't do for you."

The one thing she never talked about was her sexual past. Needless to say I knew she wasn't a virgin at thirty-two but she never mentioned previous partners or asked me about mine. She did tell me one time that she didn't want to know about my past partners and I took that as her saying don't ask about hers. Sex with her was so good that it did bother me some.

She talked about when she was a little girl and her brothers always watched over her with orders from her father. Even at college she could call her dad if she ever had a problem. I guess it's a part of her life that I would never know.

Life went on and it was a very happy one. She still helped her dad with gatherings, meetings and parties and he did pay her well for it. She was his little girl and had her dad tied around her little finger but she loved her father.

I asked her about kids and she told me if it happens it happens. She had nieces and nephews that she watched all the time and they loved her. Hell, everyone loved her. She did say she once tried birth control pills but was allergic to them and stopped taking them.

We tried having kids but after three years of no results we were both tested. It seems that I have a very low sperm count and it would be near impossible for me to father children. We discussed adopting but Amy said she didn't want to adopt and maybe someday we would get lucky. I know we sure the hell tried. We had sex or made love several times a week in the beginning. In these later years we still make love at least once or twice a week.

We went out for our eighth wedding anniversary. After a wonderful dinner we got a little on the merry side, especially Amy. I was rubbing all over her body on the dance floor. I knew when she got high she also got very horny. I wanted this to be a great night so I popped a blue pill just before we left for home. We were feeling pretty good and I was lucky we didn't get stopped on the way home.

We had bought a large house four years ago in a secluded area on twenty acres, with a pool and hot tub we could go naked in if we chose too. We even had two horses; Amy loved to ride. Her father said she thought she was Annie Oakley when she was younger. She was taught to ride and shoot a gun. I swear there is nothing Amy couldn't do.

We drove up the long, curved driveway of our large home. I hit the garage door button and drove in as it opened. We sat on the front seat and necked for a good ten minutes before even getting out of the car. I then closed the garage door and we got out of the car.

Her red high heels clicked on the concrete floor leading to the kitchen door. I watched her walk into the house and after eight years of marriage still couldn't help thinking what a lucky man I was to have caught her fancy. I admired the way her frequent trips to the private health club kept her trim 40-year old body in fantastic shape.

Even now, as she skipped up the steps to the kitchen I could see the shape of her lithe, athletic legs flexing in her short dress. It scarcely hid her shapely breasts which bobbed lightly as she walked up the stairs. A jacket was carelessly draped over her shoulders.

Seeing me watch her, she smiled self consciously. In spite of her beauty she was humble and modest, as modest as her voluptuous body would allow her to be. She shook her long red hair free as I watched the red wavy locks cascade down her shoulders 

"Did you work out today?" I asked.

"Yes. I stopped after lunch hour. Why do you ask?' 

"Nothing. I'm glad you got a chance to visit the club. I know how much you enjoy your work outs." I guess it will always bother me when she goes out alone but I have learned to trust her.

Amy removed her jacket and laid it across a chair in the foyer. The outline of her breasts was clearly visible through the dress and her large, hard nipples tented the tips, in spite of the bra she wore. 

"Don't either of you move!"

The sound of the deep masculine voice caused both Amy and me to turn our heads towards the kitchen door. There, holding a revolver leveled at us was a large black man dressed in sweat pants and a black turtle neck. He wore a black cap and leather gloves.

"Don't make any noise. I just want your jewelry and valuables. If you cooperate neither of you will get hurt," he growled.

"Oh my God," Amy said meekly, holding her hand at her throat.

John asked, "How did you get past the alarm system?"

The burglar laughed. "You two were too busy making out to see me come in the garage. Now I see why you were so busy." He was staring at Amy.

"Take what you want and go. Just don't harm us!" I said.

"Move into the living room!" the burglar demanded. We entered the living room. The black man ordered me to sit in a straight back chair. I did what I was told for Amy's sake.

"I'll have that necklace, lady," he said, waving the barrel of his gun at the expensive gold chain around Amy's neck.

"No. My husband gave it to me today for our anniversary!" Without hesitation the burglar grabbed the chain and yanked it from around her neck. He smiled and stared at her deep cleavage. Her alarmed breathing seemed to make her tits heave, threatening to burst the catch on her bra.

"Now, those look pretty good, too" the burglar commented, licking his lips. He slowly traced a line from Amy's neck to her cleavage with the tip of his gun barrel.

"Now see here!" I rose to my feet; a blinding flash of intense pain forced me back into my chair. I realized that the burglar had hit me across the jaw with the revolver. I could feel a trickle of blood begin to meander down one corner of my mouth.

"Please, John! Do what he says," Amy pleaded.

"Yeah, do what I say," the burglar gave an evil grin.

"Now, I'm gonna have you both strip and I'm going to tie you in your chairs. That will give me time to get what I want and get out of here. You strip first," he said to me.

Shaking with rage and shame, I began shedding my suit and shirt leaving on only my briefs. The burglar's eyes darted from me to Amy and back.

"The briefs too," said the burglar. Embarrassed I slipped off my briefs. I believe the burglar was surprised to see I had a rather large cock.

"Shit! I'm surprised to see a large cock. No wonder you got such a doll baby.

"Bastard" Amy hissed at the burglar. He silenced her by drawing back his arm as if to strike her. She held up her arms to block him if he did.

"Sit in your chair, white boy. Now, let me help the little lady with her clothes."

"No! I won't allow it..." I started to rise but the burglar brandished the gun and shoved it hard into my abdomen, making me double over and then he placed the muzzle to Amy's head.

"I'm going to split this bitch's head if you don't do as I say!"

"Please! Please don't hurt us!" Amy pleaded, tears coursing down her cheeks.

Standing behind Amy the Blackman slipped one hand around to her tit and began to massage it roughly. Amy hung her head in shame and sobbed quietly. He then forced her to take the dress off. As it fell to the floor he pulled off one glove with his teeth and reached around and unsnapped her bra. Amy's tits fell free and swayed slightly in front of her. He resumed his handling of her firm, large tits.

I averted my gaze down to the floor, burning with rage.

"Look up at me squeezing your wife's tits!" Laughed the man. "If she is going to enjoy it, you should too!" He took off his other glove and tossed it on the floor.




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I raised my head and noticed that Amy was no longer sobbing. She seemed to be biting her lip to keep silent. At the same time, I noticed Amy was, grinding her butt against the burglar's front. She looked at me as to say, "I'm sorry."

"She is a smart girl. Knows how to make the best of the situation" the man laughed. She was standing there in only her panties rubbing her ass against the assailant.

He shoved his hand between her legs. Suddenly Amy moaned and her knees buckled. She was supported by the assailant's strong hand on her womanhood. Amy seemed to go limp. Her head rolled from side to side and her eyes were shut. She sucked her breath in between clenched teeth.

He turned Amy to face the loveseat, leaned her forward and as she stood there he used one hand to drop his sweatpants and held the gun in the other. She had her hand over her mouth.

"Amy..." I said meekly.

"Oh, John. I'm so sorry..." she moaned.

I was confused. I had never seen Amy act this way with another man. Of course we have never been at gunpoint. I had to believe she was doing this for us. She was moaning like a cat in heat with this stranger pawing her private parts. I could smell her arousal being only a few feet away and could hear the increasing wet sounds on the man's thick fingers working her pussy.

As the assailant backed away for a second I took a chance and jumped up to protect Amy. I gasped when he backhanded me with the gun. I fell to the floor and he put the gun to my head. Amy screamed out, "Please, please don't hurt my husband. I'll do whatever you want. Please don't hurt him!" Amy pleaded with the black man.

"See, white boy! You're wife is willing to save your sorry ass. If you try anything stupid again I'll put a bullet through your brain and when I get done with your wife I'll kill her too. Do we understand each other?"

I nodded my head knowing I was defeated. I saw the outline of his bulging erection through the material of his jockeys. Amy gasped as he took off his jockeys and his black member pressed against her ass as he rubbed his hard-on up and down against her pussy and ass through her panties.

His cock was longer than mine but not as thick. It was as black as coal. "Let's see which cock she likes more," he laughed.

He kept the gun trained on me as he put his fingers in her panties sticking a finger into her with his free hand. His unbound cock suddenly sprung out from his body and bobbed obscenely. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. The man's penis was at least eight inches long. It had a slight upwards curve to it. He massaged his cock with his free hand, pulling the foreskin back and forth. He kept rubbing it against Amy's panty covered pussy.

Smiling wickedly, he ripped the delicate lace panties from her and tossed them at my face. I picked them up and saw Amy's wetness on them. I so wanted to attack this asshole but I tried three times and got pistol whipped for my efforts, now our life was on the line.

"Don't do this, please! I'll pay you anything!" I pleaded. The burglar only smiled and worked his long cock to rock hardness. He them positioned it at Amy's pouty pussy. Her eyes suddenly opened and she rose on her palms to look back over her shoulder. Her gasp sent shivers of fear down my spine.

"Please....please don't hurt us," she begged.

The burglar ignored her pleas and slipped his cock-tip up and down her groove. She shuddered involuntarily and moaned again, loudly. I suddenly became aware of an odd feeling. Looking down into my lap I saw that my own penis was fully erect and I lifted Amy's torn panties to cover myself. My heart leapt into my throat. How could this happen? I didn't want to see Amy with another man. I felt like I was about to get sick.

"Hey! Look at your cock! Are you enjoying it and why not? Your wife sure is!" I was hoping no one would notice. I felt nauseated and embarrassed, how I wished I hadn't taken that pill before leaving the club.

"I always like women who keep their pussies trimmed and shaped; always prepared. Your wife is about as good as it gets. A hot redhead with a tight pussy who loves cock. Doesn't get any better than this," said the rapist.

Amy opened her eyes and looked at my erect cock. She narrowed her eye brows and looked at it with mixed feeling. The burglar slipped more of his cock into her pussy. Amy's eyes clenched and she hissed through her grinding teeth.

"Tell me you want it!" the burglar commanded.

"Please... don't make me say it," Amy cried.

"Say it! Bitch! Tell me you want my cock!"

"I... I want your cock... please," Amy said softly.

"No. Say it loud. Say it with feeling!"

"I... I want your big black cock!" she hissed.

"Go on! More!"

"I want your big black cock in me. I want to feel you deep in my belly!" I couldn't believe Amy was saying this. 

"You're a natural, Sweetheart, you're made for big black cocks," he laughed." I want you facing me since your husband is enjoying it so much."

He pulled his cock out of Amy's sopping wet pussy. I heard the pop as he pulled out. He sat on the loveseat with his cock sticking straight out and beckoned Amy towards him.

"Okay, come here, hold my dick, rub it against your pussy lips and then I want you to ride it. Now be quick and get started."

She glanced at me with a sadness in her eyes that I had never seen before. I just didn't know what to think anymore. Did I just lose my second wife to a big black guy or was she just trying to save our lives? My emotions and thoughts were all over the place as I was forced to watch the rape of my Amy.

Amy moved reluctantly towards him. She caught hold of his dick and as instructed rubbed it against her pussy. I watched as his erection grew longer and harder. Amy was so engrossed in what she was doing that she did not notice that her bare breasts were right next to the man's lips. 

He set the gun on the pillow next to him so he could use both of his hands. He took her pretty face in his hands and forced his mouth on her. She tried to avoid it but he was much too strong. He drove his tongue into her mouth and played with her tongue; he withdrew and kissed her with loud smooching sounds. He held her red hair in a tight bunch and with his free hand he squeezed her soft swollen breasts. Amy felt the heat of his blood engorged penis between her thighs and with every slight movement, felt it inch deeper and deeper in her pussy. 

As he sucked her taut nipples and slathered her breasts with his hot tongue, she felt the knob of his dick spread her pussy open even more and begin its journey into her. It hardly met any resistance with all the juices that flowed freely inside her and Amy felt him going deeper as he filled her up slowly. 

He continued kissing her and playing with her lush tits while he drove his cock deep into her and filled her aching pussy with his cock.

Her tits were covered with the juices from his mouth. He caught her thick nipple between his teeth. Amy gasped as he laughed and now sucked it fully. Looking towards me he grinned." This is one of the juiciest nipples I have sucked. You are a lucky asshole."

He put the revolver to one side and with both hands caught hold of her buttock cheeks pulling them so that his cock was firmly and fully inside Amy's pussy. I actually thought of going for the gun but if I failed we would both be killed.

Amy squealed as his long black cock pumped into her. "Take it easy, Sweet thing. Just pump away on that cock while I concentrate on your tits." It looked as though that's what she was doing. I was mad, sad and jealous all rolled into one. 

The resistance of her tight vagina caused his long cock to bend and buckle, but slowly she got his entire length embedded in her pussy. Amy moved her ass from side to side and up and down, trying to accommodate the long black invader. She seemed kind of restless and was moving up and down and back and forth getting all the cock she could. He reached up and cupped both of Amy's swinging breasts.

I couldn't believe what was said next. "Oh..." she said with a shudder. "That feels so good," Amy exclaimed.

"You like to have those tits played with, huh?"

"Yes! Play with my tits! Fuck my pussy with your big black cock."

I had precum coming from the end of my cock. I cursed my body for its betrayal. I then noticed that the forward movement of the black man's cock had stopped in Amy's pussy. I knew he had hit bottom. Amy had taken it all. The rapist made Amy rise so that his cock was almost out of her and then pulled her down and it went in smoothly.

I was surprised that Amy increased the tempo with each thrust. Within minutes the thrusts were so pronounced that her bare breasts were bouncing and the cock was fully inside of her when Amy banged down on it with her body weight.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" Amy wailed. "Come in me my black lover. Fill me with your sperm."

She looked sadly at me but the rapist didn't notice. "I'm so sorry, John! I can't help it! Please forgive me!"

"I forgive you my love," I responded in a whisper; not knowing why I said it. Sweat dripped from the burglar's chin and he seemed to be lost in concentration as he jack-hammered my wife. A ring of foam formed at the base of his cock at its deepest marking. He savaged Amy's swinging tits.

At last, he gave a mighty thrust and hugged Amy with his hands while he buried his face between her breasts. His thrusts became ragged, then slowed. John knew that the animal had drained his balls deep into his wife's pussy. Amy's body writhed beneath the burglar. She forced herself back against his cock and wiggled her ass uncontrollably. Gasping for breath, the rapist, while totally spent finally slid his slackening erection from her used cunt.

The burglar laughed. "It would be unfair not to let a man fuck his own wife. As soon as you give me a blowjob and clean up my cock I'll let your old man fuck your used pussy. I'm sure he wouldn't mind sloppy seconds. After all, I am not likely to return soon to fuck you again though I am sure you will miss me."

He was positioned on the sofa and Amy who was nude knelt down between his legs and took hold of his long black cock and brought it to her lips. He had both of his hands gripping her head.

She rolled the foreskin back with her hand and put her lips around his knob. I could see where she was kneeling that cum was running out of her pussy and onto the throw rug she had on the carpet. Gob after gob dropped out of her pussy. I know I had tears in my eyes when something happened in a flash.

Amy bit down hard on the rapist's cock. He screamed out and she reached up and grabbed his gun and aimed it at his face. "You fucking bitch! You don't have the guts!"

Amy pulled the trigger and put two bullet right between his eyes. I heard her say, "You dirty mother fucker. You'll never mess with me or my man again."

I was frozen to the spot where I was sitting. The assailants head was laid back on the loveseat and blood was running out of his head and down his shirt. I'm sure he was dead. Amy dropped the gun and said, "I'm so sorry John. I had to go along with him so he would think I wanted him. I took the gun when I thought I could get to it with him at his weakest moment." She was crying.

"Amy, I think we should call the police now. It was self defense."

"No John, no one needs to know. I don't want it to mess up your future." She was dialing the phone.

"Who are you calling?" I asked. She didn't answer but I heard her talking.

"Dad, it's Amy. A man broke into our house and tried to rob and rape us. John got hold of his gun and shot him between the eyes. What should we do? Ok, thank you Daddy, I love you."

"What did your father say?" I asked.

"He said for us to go to a motel for the night. He would take care of everything. He did say to never speak of the incident to anyone ever. Believe me John, Father does know best."

I wasn't sure whether her dad was doing it for me and his daughter or for himself. The last thing he would want is to draw any negative attention to his family which I was a part of.

Amy and I were both still naked. I couldn't believe I still had somewhat of a hard-on. It was then I remembered that I took a Viagra with my last drink at the lounge. I was about to get up and take a quick shower until Amy stopped me.

"John I'm so sorry for what I had to do with that asshole to help save us. Honest, I really didn't want to have sex with him. It was just sex and I kept thinking of you in order to keep motivated. I will admit I came a few times but nothing I said to him was true. I don't want any other man, black, white or any other color. I just love you."

"I don't know what to say. I love you more than life itself and seeing you with another man really hurt. I'm happy to know that you did it for us. I can't explain me getting excited and the Viagra saw to the rest. My mind and my body were running on separate tracks. I'm so sorry also. I should have protected you."

"There was nothing you could have done. He would have killed us if we didn't go along. I do need a favor from you now though."

"What is it Amy?"

"I need you to make love to me right now, even before we go to the motel. I need to know that you forgive me for what I did and that you truly love me."

There we were in our house with a dead body six feet away and Amy wanted me, no, needed me to prove my love to her. I knew her pussy still had some of the assholes sperm in her but I loved her more than anything.

She came to me and straddled my lap facing me. She took my cock which was getting harder by the second and slipped it into her very wet passage. 

As she felt my cock entering her wet pussy I started fucking the well fucked pussy of my wife. She began giving me a lap dance with my cock buried in her. It did feel different, but not in a way that I would ever want to feel again. I had never had sloppy seconds in my life but I had to do this for Amy. I leaned over and took her nipples and sucked on them very gently. I noticed she had bruises on her breasts from that animal.

We made love for a good ten minutes when I felt myself shooting a load deep within her pussy. "I'm coming baby...now arghhhhhhhhhh."

I looked at her face and saw the most beautiful smile. I'm not sure if she came or not but she did say that we had better hurry up and leave. The cleaners would be there in a few minutes.

After kissing me passionately she went in the bathroom and cleaned her pussy and we quickly packed an overnight bag. She said we could take a long shower when we got to the motel.

Epilogue:

At the motel, after a shower, we got into the hot tub and stayed in it for over an hour. We talked and she told me that her dad was sort of a gangster who was trying to go legit. The family didn't need the type of news articles that might have been written about their situation.

She did tell me she was very sore and really didn't want to make love any more that night. When I asked her about the time at the house she told me she needed that to know that I still loved her.

I did take some lotion and rub it all over her body. She did say it felt good and said I was the most wonderful man she had ever met. She was glad she married me.

On the way home the next day she asked me to stop by the pharmacy. She came out with a bottle of water and a pill. I asked her what it was and she told me it was the morning after pill. There was no way she would take a chance on having a rapist's baby.

When we arrived home the living room was clean. There was a new loveseat where the old one had sat and a new throw rug in front of it. No one would ever know what went on the night before.

The following Sunday we went to her parents house for dinner. The only thing that was said was when her father told me, "Thank you for taking care of my baby girl. I won't ever forget it."

It was then that I remember Amy telling her dad that I shot the Bastard. Amy looked at me smiled, gave me a kiss and said, "I love you so much."

*

Thank you for reading my story

Comments are welcome and appreciated

DG Hear



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She wanted it. She asked for it. Playing the role of a meek little librarian was just an act. I could tell. She wanted someone to out her. She wanted someone to show the world what a slut she was...and I was that man.

All hunters understand that knowing your prey is the most important thing. Patience runs a close second. It helps if you are just a little OCD too. Details are important.

She lived in an apartment, our little librarian. Alone, but not secluded or cut off from the rest of the world. She had an active social life and her own place. She was working on her masters in library science.

She?

Evelyn or Evie to her friends, but with a body like hers she was Christmas any way you spelt it.

Did I say body?

Her face was Hellenistic with cheekbones a model would die for, dark, soulful brown eyes, a pert little Celestial nose and full kissable lips. She didn't belong in a library. She belonged on the cover of Vogue or Penthouse. 

Penthouse? 

Okay, fine.

She was built too, with a tiny Scarlett O'hara waist and a full handful of bosom that filled out any dress she wore nicely. Not that she wore dresses. No, our girl was a plain Jane business attire only kind of slut. She wore skirts instead of trousers unless she was going out and she had an affectation for sweaters and jackets that covered her assets like a bodyguard. 

Oh, she was attractive enough, in an understated way. If she looked too attractive, she didn't like it. She didn't want to be appreciated for her body. At twenty-three and enrolled in the local college masters program she was still a virgin.

A virgin slut?

She had not yet discovered the inner slut lurking beneath the surface of her academic façade, but I knew. I could see what she really was. I knew what she wanted.

And I knew how to lure the inner slut out. She would come to me. She would beg me to make her my slut. She would beg me to use her for my pleasure.

She wasn't Evelyn the librarian. She was Slut, the whore. She was the tramp who would pay me to transform her from a virgin into the true slut that hid beneath her business suits and dowdy sweaters. 

One of the tricks of the trade is to know your equipment. Inhibition destroyers are a significant part of the seduction trade. The single most available inhibition destroyer is alcohol. Unfortunately, good girls don't drink. Well, not enough to get themselves into trouble. Definitely not enough to lower their inhibitions enough to allow the corruption of their inner slut to show through.

This is where grain alcohol comes in.

You can add it to just about any innocent sweet drink, like a wine cooler, and it will transform innocence into wildness.

I lured her with roleplaying.

To play the part of a director, for that is what Game Masters are in the roleplaying community, was easy. The game was every Friday night at a friend's house. He was an older gentleman. An easy mark for an intellectual rebel like myself. So few people think. Fewer still do think, but don't do it well. I, on the other hand, know how to think.

Gustav recognized the genius of my intellect and invited me to DM a table top version of the LARP (live-action role-playing) game he hosted every Friday night. Evelyn was his target. I was his gift to her. He figured that if I amused her then he would reap the benefits by association.

Poor fool.

He was nearly twice her age and short and thin and of German ancestry. If he'd taken the time to learn abut her family he would have known that daddy dearest was tall and dark, a son of the Mediterranean. He was Italian, but not Roman Catholic. Oh no. Evelyn is Mormon. Well, her family is Mormon. She is a rebel. An independent. 

Or so she thinks.

Regardless, Mr. Gustav had no chance. He wasn't her type.

Neither was I. I am fair haired and blue eyed...but my character in the game was not. A little hair dye and dark contacts transformed me from an Aryan ideal to a Mediterranean dream. A dark man of mystery that looked oh so familiar.

The live-action game was new at the time. It was called Vampire: The Masquerade. Even the name was a party. Simplistic, it appealed to the wannabe actors and actresses of the edge. In the game they could be as evil as they wanted to be without ever risking true pain. Me? My character was an ugly vampire. A true Nosferatu with features that would send any normal woman who met me in a dark alley screaming. Of course, I wore a mask only when I was not socializing in Elysium, the neutral territory designated by the Prince of the city. The mask was a custom-fitted latex disguise that I could slip on over my dark Mediterranean façade. 

Our slut was a Harpy. She was a fashionista who specialized in collecting dirt on the other characters. My character specialized in digging up that dirt.

Of course, my character never approached her directly. A Harpy could not be caught socializing with an ugly person. Not even one who wore an acceptable disguise in Elysium. It would be a scandal. Of course, eventually, after months of play, her sources revealed that a certain unmentionable one was providing much of the juicy gossip she was receiving. She was curious, but I always left the game early, around midnight and was never available for consultation, save on my own terms. My terms always being through respectable intermediaries. The tools that worked for me enjoyed the notoriety of their position and the favor of the Prince's favorite Harpy.

Did I mention that Gustav was also the Prince of the City in this game? 

Sometimes it pays to be the host.

I alway made sure that the dirt I provided about him would eventually reveal that he was just being a good Prince, in the Machiavellian sense of the word.

Of course, all this was Manipulation 101. When you are young and rich, anything is possible. I spent the hours between midnight and three, when the game usually ended, down the street in a van recording various conversations and scenes between the characters and players from the simple bugs I'd placed there between games. 

The drama between the players was often more entertaining than the play itself. In the year I played the game there were two divorces, a wedding, a pregnancy (and three more scares, clever girls) and an arrest of a drug dealer...and that was just the players. The game itself had more artificial drama, ranging from theft and murder to frames for theft and murder and gun running and drug dealing. Of course, there were the other offenses, like breaking the rules of the Masquerade. Prohibitions like siring unsanctioned childer, killing other kindred (what the vampires called other vampires when in character) and breaking the Masquerade, that is, revealing the existence of vampires to the unawakened, the kine, or normals, as mortals are called. It was all very amusing. A little sad, but amusing. Some of the characters were quite witty and clever. Others...not so much. The others tended to run through characters like water through an ancient grain mill wheel.

After only three months of this Frederick Gustav invited Evelyn and three other girls to play the game I had been running for him. It was a new diceless game about immortals playing the game of thrones in a multiverse. It was a game in which the players start out with characters that are godlike Princes and Princesses of various realms. Realms ranging from the human kingdoms of law and order to the chaos kingdoms of demons and devils. All the characters were vying for the position of Overlord (or Overlady, ha) of the multiverse.

In less than six months I was holding private sessions for each of the characters. Most often at their homes, so they would feel safe. However, soon I was holding them for Evelyn at a small house in the country far, far from prying eyes. I am not one who thinks that just because I am sneaky that I have a corner on the market. At least one other player was making tapes of his conversations in Elysium and selling them back to the guilty parties, so I was very careful about what I and my characters said.

After a year it was summer again and Evelyn had become comfortable coming to my place in the country for Saturday night sessions with her character Katherine-Elizabeth D'Moraine, Princess of Chaos. The character was a younger version of her Harpy in the vampire game. One who was used and abused by a villain known as Richard, the Grandmaster of Assassins in the Dream Realm. By this time she was used to doing live-action scenes with him. Scenes in which she was blindfolded and led through various sensory teasing environments, like those one might find in a haunted house. The realms of Chaos are, in her words, icky, but she kept coming back for more.

I eased her into the bondage scene, starting with see-through blindfolds that she had to pretend not to be able to see through and yarn handcuffs on her wrists, which were bound in front of her. This led to blacked out superhero masks, the kind that covered only her eyes and then a leather blindfold mask acquired during a trip to the Big Apple. (Read: Far out of town for a midwestern villain.) 

Eventually I worked up to binding her hands behind her, making her assets stand out nicely. When I could see her nipples perk up beneath her dowdy sweatshirt I knew she was ready for the next step.

This was when I began lacing her wine coolers with two hundred proof grain alcohol and testing her tolerance. Not much, mind you, but with a hundred and ten pound woman not much is required. A single shot of grain alcohol in a twelve ounce cooler turns it into a thirty proof drink. Two shots in the second one turns it into a fifty proof drink. Still she never drank more than two wine coolers during an evening. Our little slut was careful that way since she had to drive back to the city when we were done. 

One Halloween night the Friday game was called due to a Gustav family emergency.

Oops.

One of his cousins had died.

And some people claim not to believe in destiny.

Of course, Evelyn begged me to run my game for her and her friends, but I begged off, saying I always left early on Friday night for a reason, though I refused to reveal that reason to anyone.

At ten-thirty I called Evelyn and got her answering machine. I left her a message saying my Saturday morning appointment had canceled and would she like to come over for a late night session?

Then I turned my phone off and prepared for the night to come.

At eleven-thirty Evelyn's white Camery pulled into my long driveway.

She was alone, but that didn't mean she didn't call the other players and ask them to join us. She was usually careful that way. The social implications of spending a Friday night with a known Nosferatu still weighed on her.

I had left the door open and a single dim light on in the living room. There was a cold wine cooler on the table. I poured half of it into a crystal wine glass and added two shots of grain alcohol to the wine glass and another two shots to the remaining contents of the wine cooler bottle. I left a decanter of spiked sherry on the table too. Just as a temptation. Evelyn likes her sweet drinks, even if they are more potent. This decanter was filled with a mixture strong enough to make a veteran sailor stumbling drunk after two glasses. There were fresh celery and carrot sticks in a candy bowl on the coffee table. The note on the table beside the refreshments said I was out collecting props and that she should make herself comfortable. I would be back soon. 

I signed the note, Your Dungeon Master.

Then I retired to the attic to watch my little librarian undo herself.

She was dressed to go out in a black miniskirt and matching three inch come-fuck-me pumps. Her blonde hair was curled and put up so that her long graceful neck was exposed. Around that elegant neck was a thin black ribbon. A choker of sorts. She carried a cute little black clutch for her license, credit cards and keys. It was an unusual look for her, even in her Harpy persona, but I figured that she had made plans to go out and they had fallen through. 

Like I said: Destiny.

She settled herself on the leather couch, which was in against the picture window, facing the fireplace. Fifteen minutes later Evelyn stood and started pacing impatiently. I dialed her number.

"Richard!" she exclaimed, relieved. "Where are you?"

Yes, I named the major villain in my game after myself. I wanted the players, I mean, the characters to associate pain with my name.

"Just getting some snacks and props," I replied. "Where are you?"

"In your living room," she said. 

"I hope you haven't been waiting long," I said. "I left about twenty minutes ago, but I'll be back in another fifteen."

"I am fine. I must have just missed you," she said. "I am looking forward to playing Lisa tonight. It has been a long week. Isn't it terrible about Frederick's cousin Susan?"

"A shame," I agreed. "Sorry, I gotta go. Traffic is picking up. We'll talk when I get back. Make yourself at home."

Click. I hung up on her.

My car wasn't on the road. It was parked around back behind a stand of shrubs behind the fire pit.

I could see Evelyn on the monitor looking at her cell with dismay. She folded it up and tucked it in her purse. Then she lifted the sherry decanter and topped off her crystal filled with wine cooler.

Three long gulps later the crystal was empty.

Then she replaced the wine cooler, filling her crystal half with Sherry and half with cooler and plopped down on the couch. 

Then she saw my sound system.

No modern woman can resist music. It is trained into them from the cradle. Mostly because their mothers are all dance sluts too, but any modern woman confronted with a BOSE system and a stack of CDs is lost. She has to play them.

The CD on top was labeled Dance Music. The play list was predictable.

Girls, Girls, Girls by Motley Crue.

Porn Star Dancing by Darkest Days

Crazy Bitch by Buckberry's 15

Shakin' Hands by Nickleback

Bad Girlfriend by Theory of a Deadman

Pour Some Sugar On Me by Def Leopard

Cherry Pie by Warrant

American Woman by Lenny Kravitz

Unskinny Bop by Poison

Girl Money by Kix

Her Strut by Bob Seger

You Shook Me All Night Long by AC/DC

Closer by Nine Inch Nails

Crash Into Me by Dave Matthews

Whole Lotta Love by Led Zeppelin

Magic Man by Heart

Girl by Whitesnake

Darling Nikki by Prince

Suck My Kiss by the Red Hot Chili Peppers

The Stroke by Billy Squier

Buttons by the Pussycat Dolls

Admittedly, the songs on the end are more slip her out of her panties songs than strip for me songs, but it works. 

She flipped past that CD after considering it. Her brow wrinkled in confusion as she looked at it. Then she got to my making-it CD.

Evelyn snorted and put the CD back, but then she stuck the first dance music play list in the slot. Buttons by the Pussycat Dolls came on. A curious choice.

Then she began to dance.

Oh yeah.

From the very first note Evelyn was shaking it like she was alone on the dance floor and her trick was sitting behind her. Hard, fast and wild like she wanted him to get off quick...deep inside her. You know, play you and pay me sex.

Am I good or what?

The virgin wants it. She didn't get it wherever she went first tonight. Now she is here in my lair shaking it like she couldn't get enough.

My slut.

For the first four minutes.

She must have put the player on random because Nickleback came on next with Crazy Bitch and she just kept bouncing and grinding in that miniskirt. The monitors gave me a view from six angles. These were not bump and grind songs. They were hard bouncing sex-me songs that said do me. Do me harder!

I enjoyed the show through Led Zeppelin's Whole Lotta Love, but then decided that she was warmed up enough and slipped out the back. I slammed the back door hard enough to be heard over the music, which died immediately. She was being a naughty girl and she knew it. Why else would she stop? I came up the back steps into the kitchen and called out.

"Good tunes!" I said, "Don't stop on my account."

Silence greeted my call. Then she appeared in the doorway of the kitchen. Her face was flush and there was sweat beading on her forehead and between her breasts. Evelyn is a modest girl. Even her vaguely Victorian costumes for the game are modest, hinting at much, but revealing little. Not like tonight. Tonight was going to be special. Very special.

"What did you bring me?" she said playfully as she pranced over to look in the bag I had.

Inside were a leather blindfold, a set of padded leather wrist and ankle restraints and a rubber gag. Evelyn's eyes widened.

"The Grandmaster of Chaos is going to have some fun tonight," I said calmly as Evelyn swallowed hard. "Ready to play?"

Evelyn wavered unsteadily on her feet and put her hand on the edge of the doorway to catch herself.

"Here," I said, handing her an earpiece to match the one I was wearing. They were small enough that unless you pulled her hair back you would never know they were there. The earpieces were a transmitter-receiver combo. She would hear my whisper clear as day in her ear no matter how loud the music was.

Evelyn smiled.

"So that's how you do it," she said, pleased with herself for seeing the magic trick of my network communications at the game revealed.

"Go into the living room and make yourself comfortable," I commanded. "Lisa deserves a night out. Pick the music you want and put it on. When I come in Lisa will be in character enjoying herself on the dance floor. The Fist of Avalon will be in the crowd at the club. Lisa will be showing him what she can do."

It was ambitious, commanding Lisa to do what I wanted Evelyn to do, but, as they say, no balls, no blue chips.

Evelyn took a deep breath and nodded before turning away. I took the equipment out of the bag and arranged it on the counter. Then I reached under the counter and opened the cabinet door there. I pulled out a cat-o'-nine-tails and a nine foot long black leather whip. I hung the whip on my waist like Indian Jones and held the cat-o'-nine-tails loosely in my left hand.

The music came on again.

I recognized Cream immediately. It wasn't as raucous as the others, but - oh. Lisa's fiancé! The Fist of Avalon is also a Prince of the game's version of the Eternal City, Amber.

Clever. 

I put the cat-o'-nine-tails down and grabbed the leather blindfold and restraints. I hung the restraints on the back of my belt. The third disc was dance music too, but of a different kind. The horizontal bop kind.

When I came through the kitchen door Lisa was dancing for an invisible person on the couch. The wine cooler on the coffee table was empty. When I cued up Wonderful Tonight by Eric Clapton on the sound system Evelyn, that is, Lisa was still dancing, but her eyes were closed. The artist formally known as Prince has that effect on women.

I came up behind her and gently put the blindfold over her head. She stiffened at my touch.

"Just use your imagination," I whispered in her free ear. Then I stepped back and turned my earpiece on. "The Fist steps up behind you as you dance, invading your space. What do you do?"

She leaned backwards and then stumbled when I wasn't there. I stepped in quickly and put my arms around her, pulling her close as I steadied her. She froze and I stepped away, letting get back to her swaying to the music. She turned to face me, running her hands down her dress as she moved to the music, but this was a slow dance. She danced forward, reaching out with her hands as she moved. 

"The Fist smiles as he sees you dancing toward him," I narrated over the earpiece. "Then his smile, which you have seen far too few of, disappears and you feel..."

I moved quickly around behind Evelyn and roughly grabbed her from behind, capturing her hands with one of mine and encircling her waist with the other.




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"...the distinctive sensation of a teleport effect," I continued. Evelyn froze in my arms. 

"Do I recognize the effect?" she whispered breathlessly. "I've been kidnapped like this before."

Very good. Even drunk she is quick.

"The High Priest and Lord of Chaos Lord Bances' teleport effect feels familiar," I provided as I pulled her hands behind her back and quickly wrestled the restraints around her wrists. She struggled weakly this time. After all we were just play acting, but a hundred pounds of nothing can't compete with two hundred pounds of solid muscle and I made sure she knew it. When I snapped the leather restraints together she was trapped like a bunny in a snare. Then I put my hand in her hair and snapped her head back by her curly blonde locks. 

"You are mine now, slut," I hissed as I pulled her close, her back to my front, and began swaying with her to the music. As they say, waste not, want not. Having her hands secured behind her back caused her chest to take its rightful place in the world, presenting her breasts to me for appreciation...as the gods intended.

She tried to struggle, but my hand in her hair made it clear that I would tolerate no resistance. I spun her around and around, like a pin the tail on the donkey contestant. It didn't take much to confuse her. Then I left her standing alone as I turned off the music.

"Come to me," I commanded from a couple of feet away.

Evelyn shook her head.

"Please," she whispered unconvincingly, still trying to stay in character. "Don't do this. Please. I am a Princess of the realm."

I felt the smile on my face. Begging. That is what sluts do. It really doesn't matter what they are begging for. Not really. It is the begging that counts.

"Now," I demanded.

She stepped forward, unsteady on her feet. One step. Then another. Then a third. She stopped when she felt my hand on her chest in the safe area, just below her throat, but above her cleavage.

I hooked my fingers into the V of her dress and grabbed the material there. A quick pull from cleavage to crotch and the material ripped away from her body revealing a black bra and matching panties. They were both trimmed with lace.

Pretty-pretty.

"Don't move," I said, "You recognize the feel of Logrus tendrils around your wrists and eyes. You cannot see or move." 

I left her standing there while I went to the kitchen to retrieve a knife. When I returned she was on her knees in front of the couch.

I grabbed her by the hair and wrenched her to her feet.

"I said not to move, slut," I growled in her ear as I knelt behind her. She smelled good. Chanel Something. Expensive. Gardenia? Librarians can't afford two hundred dollar a half ounce perfumes. Or, maybe they can. It made me wonder, why was she wearing it tonight?

"Please," she whispered, leaning back into me. "I am about to get married. If you touch me The Fist of Avalon will be very angry. Please!"

More begging. Begging while leaning into me like she wanted me more than life itself. My god, she was still in character!

She?

My slut.

I leaned in close, and exhaled slowly across the back of her neck. She shivered at the touch of my warm breath.

"We can't," she breathed, "It isn't right."

Was that Evelyn or Lisa?

Or both?

"I will send you back to your precious Fist, my Princess," I whispered, my breath hot in her ear. "You will be older and wiser, but unharmed. I promise."

"Ohhh," she breathed, her body collapsing back against mine. I kissed her neck and shoulders, slowly and wetly, breathing warmly on the trail of moistness I left.

Evelyn moaned.

I raised the knife and put it at her throat, letting her feel the point at the base of her jaw line. She froze in place as I drew the point down, lightly scratching a trail across the inside curve of her breast. A flick of my wrist and the front of the bra parted, exposing her full succulent mounds of creamy flesh. I leaned her back in my arms and turned her so I could lift her onto the couch. She did not resist as the straps of her bra fell away. Another quick snicker-snack to those flimsy straps and the bra was wasted cloth on the floor.

I sat her on the leather couch and drew her mouth to mine. Her lips flowered open and our tongues mingled in one of the oldest dances known to man, but then she stopped and tried to pull away.

"No," she breathed. "I can't, this isn't right."

She struggled to raise her hands, but they were trapped behind her. She was not uncomfortable. Not yet, but she was a virgin and I am not a small man. Not porn star big, but for a virgin...

Too bad she wouldn't see what was waiting for her.

I lowered my lips to her stiff left nipple and teased it with my tongue.

Evelyn groaned helplessly and arched her back against me, presenting her breasts for my use. I raised my hand to her other breast and gently tweaked her other nipple. It hardened between my fingers and she moaned again, her thighs rubbing together, trying to relieve the ache there.

Some women are like that. It is like there is a direct link between their breasts and their clit. Evelyn was one of those women. I could almost feel her splooshing as I sucked harder on her left nipple, nipping it firmly between my teeth.

Now she was squirming against me on the couch. I leaned her back gently and lowered my head, kissing my way down her ribs and flat tummy to the edge of her black lace panties. My relentlessly kneading and squeezing hands never left her breasts.

"Oh, no!" she cried, "What are you doing?"

I didn't answer because her thighs parted as I slipped my knees between them. My lips nipped at the material of her panties, tasting the wetness at her cleft. 

"Oh god!" she gasped as the pleasure overwhelmed her.

"Please!" she breathed, arching her hips, driving her center against my mouth. "Oh, please. Don't! We can't!"

"I have to taste you, my Princess," I whispered in a low growl, still roleplaying the dark lord of Chaos. "Just a taste, my sweet."

Then I pressed my lips against the top of her cleft and she gasped in surprise and delight. I slipped my fingers beneath the waistband of her panties and began wiggling them off.

Evelyn's hips rose and I leaned back so she could bring her knees together and up, relieving some of the longing ache at her core. I slowly dragged the lacy material down her legs and over her calves and ankles, kissing my way behind the moving material.

Evelyn impatiently kicked her panties away when I left them dangling on her right ankle. Where had her heels gone? Not that it mattered. Then she spread her knees for me and I moved between them, kissing my way from the back of her knees up to her inner thighs. I stopped there and blew lightly on her flowering center. A hot musk rose in the air, revealing her passion.

"Oh god, no!" she said suddenly, "We can't please. I am engaged. Alaric proposed to me tonight. Please."

Alaric was her real-life boyfriend and Primogen of her clan in the game. He was also tall, dark and handsome, though in a skinny Goth-boy way. All angles. No meat.

"Just a taste," I said, lowering my lips to her center and slowly laving my way up the outside edge of her pink labia.

"Ohhh!" she groaned. "My god!"

I smiled as I rose between her legs, unbuckling my belt and lowering my zipper as I moved. By the time I kissed my way up to her mouth I was naked from the waist down and my organ was pressed hotly against her outer lips. I wanted her to see what came next so I slowly pushed the blindfold up and off her head and tossed it aside.

"I am going to release you, my princess," I whispered in her ear, my breath causing her to gasp again. A pink flush had spread across her breasts and up to her neck. I reached behind her and released her hands as I pressed my hard length against her wet slit like a living vibrator.

Her eyes were still closed as she tried to sit up, but I held her in place with my body and pulled my hips back, removing my organ from the flower of her neither lips as I lowered my mouth to her nipple and sucked it firmly into my mouth.

"Yes!" she groaned clutching my head to her breast as I applied more suction to her nipple. Her hips rose, searching for my steely length. Demanding it. Then I stopped and her eyes fluttered open.

I pulled away, smiling down at her and gestured with my eyes to the action between her legs.

Her eyes lowered, looking down between our bodies.

"It's so big!" she gasped, torn, for she wanted to touch it, but didn't dare. I've seen that look before. It was half fear, but also half lust. I was the alpha male and she knew there was nothing she could do. I would have her.

I lowered my hips and felt my organ slide between her neither lips like a guided missile. She froze as she felt its blunt head part her labia. I stopped when the bulbous head slid inside her. Evelyn was so wet and hot and tight. Inviting.

"No," she said, pushing against my chest with her little hands. "We can't. I am not protected! I am fertile tonight. It's why I told Alaric no."

Evelyn knew about such things. She had been pre-med before she switched to library science. I must have looked huge to her, but she knew she would stretch. 

"I have to feel you around me," I insisted, sliding an inch deeper into her hot cavern.

"You have to stop," she whispered. "Alaric, he didn't...I can't..."

I pulled back, eliciting another moan from her lips.

"Just a couple strokes," I whispered, lowering my lips to her turgid nipple again. Her hips rose in response, pulling my organ deeper. She was so tight! She groaned at the invasion, but her hands came down across my shoulders and arms to rest on my hard buttocks. She pulled me into her and I slipped inside, hilting her with a single slow thrust. Playing her body was like playing an instrument. A fine sexy instrument. 

"You're so big," she whispered as her hips rolled up giving me total access to her. Evelyn's vagina stretched around me, acclimatizing her body to my presence. "Oh gods, yes!"

I slowly pulled back until only the head of my organ remained inside of her. 

"Just a few more strokes," I whispered. "I'll pull out. We won't do anything you don't want to do. I'll stop when you say. No one will ever know."

Then I lowered my lips to her other nipple and bit down gently as I thrust home, burying myself in her hot depths.

She cried out, convulsing as I drove my entire length into her. Her hands grasped at my buttocks, pulling me even deeper into her.

Then I hit bottom, bumping against her cervix, and Evelyn exploded, her vagina milking my organ like a thirsty dairy maid. 

"Yes!" She cried arching against me. 

"I never knew!" She gasped meeting my thrusts with her own. "Oh, please! More!"

I plowed her fertile field like a farmer during a new moon. Her knees rose instinctively, opening her body to give me even deeper access to her body. She was so tight and wet that I had to force my way inside her with every stroke.

Then she groaned deeply and suddenly collapsed bonelessly back on the couch beneath me.

I slowed my rhythm as she fought to catch her breath.

"Oh," she gasped as I slowly stroked in and out of her newly plowed furrow. "I never knew. I never knew."

"Look," I commanded gently as I pulled away so she could see me moving in and out of her body in stroke after slow sensuous stroke.

Her eyes looked down between our bodies and she saw me moving in and out, like a well oiled pump. She could see her juices coating my hard organ as it slid in and out of her body. Then she closed her eyes, lost in the sensation.

I stopped moving and held myself still inside her. A muscle clench and my organ twitched inside her. She gasped and opened her eyes, smiling up at me. Then her eyes widened as she remembered where she was.

"Oh, no," she cried. "What have you done!"

She raised her hands to push me away, but I captured them in one of my own and pulled them over her head.

"Shhhh..." I whispered. "I have to have you this once. Just this once."

"No!" she whispered, but her denial turned into a moan as I slid out and then back. She groaned in defeat as I buried myself inside her again. "I can't...please!"

"Yes," I insisted as I plowed into her. It was my turn to know the pleasure of her body. I lowered my lips to her right nipple and sucked it into my mouth, my teeth clamping down on it firmly. Evelyn's hips rose to meet mine as she moaned helplessly. It was time to make her understand that I was just giving her what her body demanded of me.

"No, you said you wouldn't!" she protested as I let her hands go. Hands that immediately grabbed my shoulders and pulled me to her. "Oh, no, please - Oh my god! Yes! Harder!" 

Her arms encircled my neck, pulling me into a breathless kiss as I pounded into her relentlessly.

"Oh, yes!" she cried, throwing her head back as her wet cavern convulsed around me. I thrust deeper then, my organ battering her cervix as I exploded inside her, jetting my seed directly into her womb.

"Mine!" I growled as the second jet of my seed splattered against the mouth of her womb.

"I can feel it!" Evelyn cried, grinding her hips against mine as her knees came up around me, opening herself to me even more. Her hands pulled me into her deeper and deeper. "Yes! Do it! Take me! Yes! Oh yes! Fill me!"

Then her words were gone as she cried out helplessly in pleasure.

I withdrew slowly then, drawing out the excruciating pleasure. My seed and her juices coated my still hard organ. Then a last jet rose from deep within me and I thrust home again, burying myself in her hot wet cavern. I could feel my seed and her juices leaking out of her vagina around my hard organ, coating my balls as I hilted her again and then again as the aftershocks of our joining overwhelmed us. Her vagina throbbed around me, drawing out the last of my essence as her ankles locked around my back.

Then she relaxed back into the cushions, her knuckles in her mouth as she fought to catch her breath. Then her eyes focused and widened as she looked up at me.

"You didn't pull out!" she cried, tears running down her face as she collapsed back on the couch. "You said you would pull out! You might have made me pregnant! Oh, what have you done?"

I rested on my elbows, keeping my weight off of her upper body as my lower body rested deep inside her.

"You felt too good," I explained breathlessly. "I had to. I couldn't stop. I never imagined you would let me...and when you did..." 

I grinned down at her as I ground our pelvises together.

What unmitigated bullshit. Evie closed her eyes as if blocking out the reality before her. As if refusing to see what was happening to her would make it less real.

I knew that actions speak louder than words, so I continued a slow rhythm of movement inside her. In and out. Slow and steady. Shallow, just an inch at a time, but deep, bumping her cervix oh so gently. I lowered my lips to her nipples and began licking them.

Then her hips began to move. It is an instinctive response that little virginal Evelyn had no experience with. Instinctive and compelling. I raised my head and kissed her lips, pushing my tongue into her open mouth as she moaned in response to our movements.

Then her hands were in my hair and I felt myself hardening inside her.

"You aren't getting soft," she whispered against my lips, her eyes wide with wonder. "I thought men got soft afterward, so the women can escape."

"With you, never," I whispered back as my thrusts became deeper and more powerful.

"Oh my god, you're growing!" She gasped. "I can feel it! It's so big. Oh, god, I am so full!"

I felt the surrender in her body as her hips rose to meet mine, capturing my length and pulling it deep inside her. We went on that way for a good long time. Her vagina seemed stuck in orgasm mode. I've never felt a woman come from penile stimulation alone so much. Of course, my hands and lips were on her mouth and breasts the whole time too, so their stimulation probably contributed to her rolling orgasms. 

Finally I felt the surge, a tightening of my testicles as they readied to discharge another load of seed into the waiting receptacle of her womb. Evelyn had been my target for so long, I had months worth of seed stored up for her. Enough to overflow her womb yet again.

"I am going to come," I announced softly. "Shall I pull out?"

Not that I would pull out, but I wanted to give her the illusion of choice.

To this day her response surprises me.

"No, come inside me," she whispered rolling her hips up against me. Her instinctive action pushing my body over the edge like a whore impatient for her trick to get off. "I want to feel it, again...Please...come inside me...Yes! Oh please!"

"Here it comes!" I announced as I came inside her, feeling her vagina sucking every jet of my seed deep into her womb as she clutched me to her with frantic orgasmic strength. I stiffened inside her then, losing control, driving deep, jetting inside Evelyn as she exploded around me. 

Oh yes! This was even better than the first time. He pulsing quim drew out every last drop of my seed, milking my steely rod like the true slut machine that she was.

Then I was done. I collapsed on top of Evelyn as the last of my essence gushed into her womb.

Oh yeah. Now THAT was the way a real slut is supposed to feel.

I pulled out slowly and I knelt up over her to catch my breath. She looked down between our bodies to see her breasts covered with red marks from my sucking. My little brands of ownership. Her curly blonde pubic hair was matted with a combination of our juices. Juices which were still pouring out of her like a tiny river flowing down the crevasse of her buttocks. She looked well and truly fucked and even as a virgin she knew it. 

Well, as a recently deflowered virgin...

"Give me the pillow," she demanded coolly. I reached back and captured the pillow at the end of the couch in my hands and gave it to her. She quickly raised her hips and put it beneath them as she pressed her legs together and pulled her knees up and back, sealing my seed inside her. 

"Drink?" I asked as I rose to leave her to her impregnation process. 

I was very thirsty and Evelyn was angry again. I could see it in her face. Angry with me for forcing her enjoy herself. Angry with her boyfriend for not insisting that he sample the wares before proposing to her. Oh well, tomorrow was Saturday. She could probably allow him to seduce her tomorrow night and no one would be the wiser. 

After all, we both look the same.

Until I wash out the dye from my hair and Mediterranean suntan coloring from my skin.

Now that my duty to Asgard is done it is time to get back to Olympus. With the king and his first born missing the spare (of the heir and a spare axiom), the crown Prince, must have an heir. You know, just incase. 

Nowadays being king is dangerous. 



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Dusk is my favorite time of day. I suppose it came to be a few months ago. 

I had had a rather tiring day at work. As I made my way up to my twelfth-story loft, I began imagining the warm bath I'd soon draw and the sweet release my pillow held. Stepping through the door, I set my purse on the couch and cast my keys to the nearby table. With an unwinding sigh and flick of the wrist, I let my blonde curls fall free from their restraint and gently kicked off my heels. I sauntered towards the bedroom, stripping along the way. 

As I began to run the water, I turned towards the mirror. Besides the slight dark circles that ringed my tired baby blues, I had to admit, I felt quite sexy in my black lacy bra and thong. Smiling slightly to myself before removing them, I made my way to the tub, and that's when I saw him.

With it only being slightly after 8 on a summertime evening, light had just began to fall, making him still within plain view. I stood frozen, completely shocked by the figure standing just across the way, in his own apartment one story down from mine. There he stood, blatantly staring. Embarrassed and slightly appalled, I quickly sank into the privacy of the tub a mere few feet away.

Closing the blinds above would've taken a few extra seconds, crawling in seemed to be the quickest and most sensible thing to do. I was simply stunned. The nerve! It was still relatively light outside. Jesus, at least wait until sundown.

Then I began thinking. I wondered how long he had been doing this. Was this a first or just the first time I'd caught him? Did he peer into several women's apartments or just mine? I'm over thinking, I told myself. He could've just been staring out the window for all I know and happened to see me and well... began staring. I wonder if he's still there... Whatever, it's sick and it's wrong, the pervert.

Despite the quiet and soothing atmosphere, all I could think about was the man. I had to admit, for the few seconds I saw him, he looked quite charming with his auburn hair and athletic build sporting a suit. I wondered again if he was still standing there. It ate at me to know. Slowly rising from the tub, I crouched on my knees, the cool air piercing my skin with a sharpness that made my nipples immediately stand on end. As I reached the windowsill, my eyes sharpened and fixated on the window I had seen my admirer standing. And there he was, still standing, still looking. Waiting, I thought.

As I slunk back, I couldn't help but feel a flash of desire course through my veins. No, the looking wasn't welcomed. Yes, it could be misconstrued as wrong, but for some reason that made it all the more exciting.

If he's still looking and waiting, he wants to see more. And if I'm enjoying this as well, who am I to say no?

The water was no longer warm; I was no longer tired. I was charged. A towel hung from the shelf above, but I wouldn't be grabbing it anytime soon. Running some more warm water, I slowly began to rise from the private confines of the tub. A quick glance confirmed my watcher was still present. A slight smile spread across my face as a burst of lust filled my insides. Water beaded on my soft, milky skin and breasts before racing down my long legs, disappearing back into the pool below. Turning slightly towards the window, I began to ring out my hair and slowly soap up my neck, arms and breasts, paying special attention to the latter. 

By the time I began shaving my legs, darkness was falling fast, so I knew I had to make this good and quick. Rinsing my hair out from the shower above, I arched my back and tossed my hair in the sexiest way I could conjure. My body was electrified. Stepping from the tub, I grabbed the towel and dried off my top half. Once I got to my waist, I propped my foot nearest the window atop the sink. After toweling off completely, it was time.

Slightly wetting a finger, I moistened my slit. My pussy was silky smooth just the way I liked it. There was something about being completely hairless that made me feel ultra sexy that even I found myself touching me more. Knowing he was watching only intensified my senses. In the worst way I wished he could be standing beside me, gawking at my exposed body, watching my fingers give in to the desire my body so craved. I teased myself and steered clear of my clit for as long as I could handle. I imagined his thoughts right now, how hard he must be from watching but not touching. 

I fingered myself, my warm wetness coating my fingers. My hips rose and fell with each thrust and as I increased in speed, moans escaped my lips. Tossing my head back in a trance, I rolled one nipple between my fingers, imagining what it would be like to watch him stroke himself. I had to know. Glancing over my shoulder, I found him standing in the exact same spot but couldn't make out the placement of his hands. My vision seemed to blur the more I strained to see. My breaths came more and more quickly in a rhythmic pattern as I felt myself nearing the end. The feel and taste of his cock buried deep in my throat was the thought I came to, left shivering, my foot still resting atop the sink. I panted with post-pleasure and shook with forbidden desire. 

Composing myself, I returned my foot to the floor and tasted my handiwork. Delicious. Walking towards the door, my fingers still gingerly placed in my mouth, I flipped off the lights and with a purposeful long glance out the window, I retired to bed.

For the next five days, around the same time, I proceeded to follow suite with my exposed bathing in front of the open window, each day making sure my watcher was present. On day five, by the time I stepped from the tub and glanced over to ensure he was returning my glance, I was surprised to note he was nowhere to be seen. A bit disappointed, I wrapped the towel around myself and headed towards the bedroom. Dropping my towel to the ground, I laid atop the covers, enjoying the cold slick feel of satin against my skin. Having not released my tension for the night, I turned onto my stomach. My fingertips quickly found their favorite spot and began their work as my hips grinded into the quickly building pleasure. My thoughts drifted back to the man as I wondered why he wasn't there. I came quickly and fell asleep within minutes.

I awoke to the sound of a faint knocking. Not sure if I had just pulled it from a dream, I remained in bed, my eyes heavy with sleep. My eyes jolted open as I heard it again. Sure that this time wasn't imagined, I grabbed my robe from the bed and allowed my eyes to adjust to the darkness. It was 2:13 in the morning. The light of the hallway illuminated my peephole as I looked through, not recognizing the face. 

Opening the door about a foot, I squinted my eyes slightly before saying, "I'm sorry, can I help you?"

"Yes, I believe you can," was the response from the dark-eyed young man and within a split second, he had pushed his way through my door, into my apartment and had his hand clasped over my mouth. 

"Shhhh," he whispered in my ear as my hands went immediately to his. Shutting and locking the door, he pressed me hard against the wall behind it. I tried sliding down in hopes of escaping his grip, but he only pressed my head against the wall harder to the point of pain. Tears began welling my eyes.

"Aww don't cry. I'm not here to hurt you or steal from you. I promise..." Screams tried desperately to escape my mouth but to no avail. Then it clicked, I knew exactly what he wanted. I kicked and tried my best to jerk my head free from side-to-side, to bite his hand, to do something to make the nightmare stop. Grabbing my hands in one solid motion, he searched the space with his eyes until he found what he was looking for. Pushing me towards the bathroom, I allowed my legs to collapse beneath me, hopefully forcing him to drop me or at least slow him down.

"Get the fuck up!" he yelled. "Do you have any idea who I am?"

"Fuck you!" I tried to scream, but it came out muffled behind his iron grip between sobs.

"Now get up and shut up!" he yelled yanking me upwards hard.

From the looks of it, I hadn't felt or seen any flash of a weapon on him. Who would try something like this without a weapon? All the more reason for me to fight...

Dragging me towards the bathroom, I continued my pitiful screaming and dragging of feet. Once inside, he dropped my shaking frame onto the cold, hard tile floor. I began to scream as loud as possible, but it only lasted a few seconds before his hand was once again across my lips.

"I told you to shut up!" he breathed loudly, shaking my head violently as he spoke. A few moments passed and my muffled screaming and sobbing subsided. "Good," he spoke in a slightly gentler manner. "Now care to tell me what you thought was going to happen after you did something like that?" his grip loosened slightly, allowing me to answer, but to answer with what? 

"You little cock tease, I just asked you a question. Answer me, dammit!" he demanded. The tears began flowing as my body remained pressed again the floor. 

"I—I don't understand! I'm sorry! Please!" I pleaded.

"You, in here, making a scene right in front of me!" he accused.

My heart stopped, my stomach dropped. It was him. What I meant to be all in good fun had turned violently wrong. Yes, I had wanted him but never like this!

"So how do you explain yourself? Huh?" the man questioned, breathing heavier now. 

Not waiting for a response, he once again clasped my mouth shut and demanded me to stand. After hesitating for as long as I could, I submitted and stood, my robe now hanging loosely from my tired figure. He hurriedly led me to the bedroom. Reaching to release the sash on my satin robe, he yanked it free from its loops and proceeded to tie my hands together tightly. With another opportunity, I screamed but again, it did no good. This time his hand made no effort to clasp my cries but instead slap me hard against the cheek. The pain only brought tears and anger as I spat in his face. 

Catching my face roughly in his hands, he whispered two inches from my lips, "You are a dirty little whore, aren't you?" With that he forced his mouth onto mine. My lips were held shut tightly as his tongue prodded for mine. 

"Kiss me, you bitch. Kiss me!" he breathed. Refusing, he pulled my hair; my cry rang out as he kissed down my neck and repeated his request. I gave in and kissed him back, hating the pain and degrading nature of it all.

His kisses went from forceful and sloppy to more gentle and smooth. Pushing himself closer to me, I could feel his hardened cock pressing against my exposed pussy. I found myself being reminded of how horrid this all was. 

He moaned slightly before whispering between kisses, "Yes, you like that, don't you?" 

I pushed hard, using his body as a lever against my own. For a second or two I was free, and had I thought fast enough, I could've made a run for it. Though just as quickly, he was on me again. 

"Now you don't want to do that, do you?" he said with a discerning smirk. After grabbing my shoulders, he took a total of three steps forward before throwing me onto the bed. 

Again, his lips met mine and his hands held my bound ones above my head as he began to grind his pant-covered cock against me. My mouth remained soldered shut as he pushed to violate it. Once he had been denied access after several attempts, he moved a hand to my other set of pink lips and forced his way inside. His mouth pulled away from mine as his finger explored deeper, when what I feared he had found was the truth.

"You're soaked," he exclaimed with a mix of disbelief and satisfaction. "So you're enjoying this, are you now?" he hissed in my ear, roughly pushing away what my robe was still covering half-assed.

Ashamed of my body's betrayal and what was to come, I looked up to escape his quizzical glare. Without warning he caught one of my nipples in his mouth, its heat and slickness giving way to a wonderful feeling in the pit of my stomach. It was as if an electric current ran from my nipples straight to my pussy. I could feel my pussy betraying me even more.

"Please stop," I begged him.

"Why?" he asked as he continued sucking. His tongued danced around my nipple as if they had done it so many times before. Knowing the exact speed, pressure and rhythm that made me want more.

"Please," I begged breathlessly again.

"Why?" he repeated, a bit louder this time.

My hips circled in rhythm to his tongue.

"Because—" my thoughts trailed off as he switched, leaving my abandoned nipple sensitive and as hard as a tiny pebble. 

He began working on the other before yelling this time, "Because why?" 

The sucking was too much and he sensed this. As he resorted to nibbling, the feeling of need only escalated until the torture was too much to bare. Nibbling and sucking harder and harder, bruising. Relentlessly, my body squirmed to be released until he finally got what he wanted -- one slight moan escaped my lips. With one last bite, his head rose. Through the pitch blackness I could feel his eyes burning into mine. My chest was heaving, my arms still pinned above my head. I was helpless, controlled, and I loved it.

"Because why?" he repeated in a soft whisper, nearing my lips while kissing me more gentle than before. 

I tore my mouth away from his which only drove him to push for my acceptance more. My tongue gave into his as did my body, though my mind still fresh with betrayal.

"You want me. I know you do. All those times you stood in front of that god damned window, touching and playing with yourself, you were doing it for me. Weren't you?" he snapped.

"No, no I swear I wasn't. I had no idea you were watching," I pleaded.

He laughed, "Oh really? Then you're just a little whore who enjoys bathing in front of open windows in broad daylight? Liar!"

He began fingering me again, the pad of his thumb rubbing perfectly against my clit and knew I was enjoying it. "Come on, tell me!" he ordered.

Taking my tied hands in his, he guided them to his cock. He knew all too well based off my composure I wouldn't hurt him. He knew I wouldn't fight it. He knew that's what I wanted. He knew he could let go and I wouldn't run. A slight glimmer of light streamed through the window, piercing the darkness while unveiling the hazel color of his eyes that never broke from mine.

"Now, tell me," he hissed.

My hands tenderly stroked his cock and without a second thought, lust overtook me and the words came tumbling out, "Yes. Yes, I knew you were watching the entire time."

His voice grew quiet, "Then why do you want me to stop? Because why?"

Biting back the truth but failing, I said the words I couldn't hinder any longer, "Because I want you."

The words caught him and stirred his cock more. I could feel it. Getting in my face and holding me there, he asked the question that started it all, "What exactly do you mean?"

Without hesitation and out of pure lust and frustration, I begged, "Rape me."

Incredulously, he asked me to repeat myself. Breathless again I said, "Please rape me now. Fuck me. Please."

With a smirk, he unzipped his pants and ordered me to, "suck." 

A cock had never tasted so good. Greedily I sucked him as he held my head in place. Knowing then exactly what it felt like to swallow him whole, I no longer had to imagine. My mouth explored his shaft as the flat of my tongue ran up its length and down the other side. I moaned at the taste of his deliciousness. I lapped at the head, feeling the first hint of pre-cum forming at the tip. Sucking its stringiness into my mouth, I savored its sweet flavor.

He moaned slightly, feeding his fingers in my hair to guide himself deep. "You enjoy sucking cock, don't you?"

I sucked harder and faster as if in response to the question. "Answer me!" he demanded. "I love it," I slurred, my body electrified.

He began fucking my throat, slowly at first in short thrusts. I gagged from the force but for some reason craved more. 

"That's right. Suck me like the good little whore you are," he groaned, his fingers tugging gently at my hair. 

His words charged me. I could feel my pussy become wetter with each tug, suck and word he said. I took all of him again and again, deeper and deeper with each thrust. Fucking my mouth and hearing his moans of approval left me intoxicated to the point of unbalancedness by the time he took me by the throat and told me to rise. I did as I was told. He kissed me deeply, passionately, gently before guiding me to the wall and spinning me around.

"You'll trust me and do as I say, correct?" he asked, pressing his lips to my ear, slightly nibbling at the lobe. The heat if his breath making my hairs stand on end. "Or else?"

"Yes," I said all too quickly.

"Good," he said freeing my hands from their bounds. "Then you'll enjoy this." Forcing my lips apart, he shoved in the satin sash.

"No!" I tried to yell in time but was muffled. What's happening? This is all too much. Stop! I don't want to be silenced.

"God, you're so beautiful and I'm going to make you feel it by the end of tonight..." he said sweeping aside my hair to kiss my neck. "Again and again."

My panic melted once more into the warmth of pure lust as he slid his foot between my own. "Spread them," was all he said for me to mindlessly obey.

I could feel his eyes burning into me. Running over and examining my body, my composure, my breathing and expressions. And I admit, I loved it. I loved being ogled over and lusted after. The thought that a gorgeous man, although a stranger, would watch me for as long as he did, stroke himself to the thought of me and force his way into my apartment in the middle of the night to have his way with me, turned me on to no end. My pussy tingled with growing excitement.

I could almost hear his smirk, "Show me that ass of yours. Let me get a better look at my dirty slut." 

And dirty I felt as I obliged, sticking my ass out in a seductive manner. I loved how he talked to me, commanded me and the names he called me. He caressed nearly every inch of me, his smooth hands molding to my every curvature, his lips kissing first my neck and down the length of my back. Just in doing this, I could feel his breathing become shallower as mine followed suite with the lingering thoughts of what was to come.

Pushing his warm mouth against my ear, he told me all the dirty thoughts running through his mind.

"I wanted to fuck you as soon as I saw you through my window that first day," he whispered, nibbling on my earlobe.

My pulse quickened as he continued to explore my body with his hands. If I were to say the thought had never crossed my mind while I bathed for him or that I hadn't touched myself to the thought of him at least once each day that week, I'd be lying.

The tension was immense and consistently building to an all-time high. After trying to reach back to touch him he grabbed my wrists slowly and told me to keep them above my head. Dropping to his knees he picked up where he had left off; fingering me. My ass moved in unison to the pleasure his fingers fed. My arms held above my head made me feel like a prisoner. A prisoner to both pleasure and submission.

I needed more. My body craved more. Grinding more deeply into his fingers, his pace quickened. I sighed and gyrated my hips to match the rhythm of his finger fucking. Stretching me wider, he added a second. The pleasure doubled as I pushed my ass out farther, giving him complete access to do whatever he pleased to me, secretly hoping he would take the invitation.

"What do you want?" he asked. "Huh? What does the slut want?"

"Mmm," was all I could muster through the silken sash.

Knowing I couldn't muster more than a mumble, my captor laughed before mockingly asking, "What was that?"

The humiliation of his questioning and sexual frustration of his fingers fucking me made my lower half tingle with raw desire that begged to be fed.




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"What?" he repeated, his pace picking up.

"Mmm," I moaned again through the restraint, my hips circling faster.

With his other hand he wetted a finger and pressed it gently against the opening of my ass. My reaction was immediate and my wetness grew. His voice went deep and in a hissing whisper he asked, "Is this what you wanted?"

'Oh, God," is what I wanted to say but instead gave a loud moan into the wall in which my head was now pressed, coaxing my body to stay standing until I was told otherwise, though I wanted to collapse.

His slick finger caressed me and within a split second he began sliding in just the tip. The sensation his fingers fed inside my pussy and around the rim of my ass was incredible and before long, had me nearly doubled-over, panting for release.

His finger withdrew and grabbed for my hair, his other hand still focused on my pussy. The pull of pain quickly turned to pleasure as I struggled to catch my breath.

"Turn around for me," my captor commanded, and like the good slut I am, I did so without fuss. 

Laughing to himself at my gradual obedience, he laid into ultimate torment. His tongue lapped at my lips, the tip delved into my slit leaving me writhing in pleasure. The heat and moisture made me melt into his mouth. His beautiful tongue alternated in speeds of flicking that made my body feel on air and my pussy on fire with passion. His fingers pushed, prodded and caressed my inner walls, leaving them coated with the same juices I could hear him lapping. His moans of pure lust were being fed. In an addictive, yearning way, his fingers and tongue danced as one to the song of my hunger and aching. So skilled, so perfectly rhythmic, his wet tongue lapped at my pussy. My mind went blank, and it wasn't before long my breathing grew heavy through the makeshift gag. My hips arched upwards in lust as his fingers filled me more, my back slipped down the wall before one strong hand met my stomach. 

"You're about to come, aren't you? Aren't you?" he taunted. My arms came down in an instinctive instant, to hold his hot mouth there until I was finished with him. He felt my freed hands and immediately withdrew. I cried out into the wretched gag.

"You promised you'd do as I say or else," he hissed. "Remember?" Crawling up my exhausted, heaving, unfinished frame he met my eyes before saying, "Open." 

My jaw loosened as he pulled the gag from my mouth with his own. It dropped to the floor, my back still firmly pressed against the wall.

"Do you want to come? Do you want me to make you come?" he asked, placing the two fingers he had just fucked me with inside my mouth. I sucked them clean without waiting for a request. The smell and taste of my pussy had always turned me on, and I had found with men, they don't hate it.

He smiled slightly, "I want to hear you. Say it. Do you?" he pressed, the tip of his cock resting purposely against my swollen slit. 

I stood before him shaking and wordless. 

"Tell me what you want," he rephrased as he slid the two fingers momentarily back into my warmth to use to stroke his cock. "Tell me," he said, stroking his length slowly.

Opening my mouth to respond, I was too late. With one forceful thrust he was buried inside me, pinning me to the wall. Again he pushed deeper than the last. My hands clawed at him, my legs begged to climb him. Our bodies slammed into one another with such force and raw energy. Throwing me onto the bed he looped my leg through his arm and pinned it down, all the while never missing a beat. He grabbed the other, holding it in place over his shoulder, his cock buried to the hilt.

"Beg me to fuck you properly, you little slut. I want to hear your every scream and noise. Go ahead, I don't care who hears," he demanded, gaining power with every thrust. 

His hand stiffened around my neck as he brought my head to his. Ordering me to turn over, he took my ass in his hands and drove into me. Mercilessly he pounded into me before demanding that I drop my head. The mix of pleasure and pain was too great as I desperately tried stifling my cries. 

"I can't hear you!" he yelled. 

His thrusts were building in speed and force. What used to be pleasure had turned to pure pain. His hand rose in anticipation for an answer but fell all too quickly. Its blow stung my cheeks but delivered a hint of pleasure among the immense pain. It was nothing I'd ever felt before. Each hit only intensified this feeling within until I was bucking back into his forceful thrusts, sweat pouring from my body. 

One moan was all he needed to hear before he grabbed both legs and flipped me over to face him. Dragging me until my ass was hanging just off the bed, he pushed into me with a gentler movement. It wasn't enough. After all he had exposed me to just minutes before, I needed more. My hips met his as they spurred him to quicken. He didn't oblige and with the flash of a smile he withdrew. Again I was left panting as he fed my mouth his cock. Taking him deep, he held my head in place as his fingers found my clit. He rubbed my nub until my vision blurred and my stomach was in knots. Giving in to the wave of pleasure I was about to ride, his cock fell from my mouth.

"Come for me," was all he said and I was his. 

My body collapsed and convulsed in what seemed to be a never ending surge of contentment. My cries of release tore through the darkness, my hands twisted in the bed of satin sheets below me. His eyes were fixated on the body he had just caused intensity to rock through as he stroked himself. Guiding his cock to my gapping, awaiting lips, I knew it was his turn. He came with a deep groan in long spurts of the deliciousness I had come to know before. I enjoyed it all and proceeded to milk him dry, licking clean my lips while swallowing the proof of a rape that was all too wanted.



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It was dark as she opened the door to the house. She closed the door before reaching for the switch. It was what she usually did. She sensed him before she felt him.

He reached around her with one arm pinning her arms to her body. The other hand covered her mouth stifling her scream. 

"Quiet," he hissed. "If you scream, I have to hurt you. Understand?"

Sue shook her head in the affirmative. Fear gripped her soul as she wondered what could be next. Her attacker slowly removed his hand from her mouth. She felt something cloth against her lips as the dark hulk slipped a bandana with a knot tied in the middle into her mouth. He tied it tightly into place.

Next, he unbuttoned her blouse, nice and slow, and slipped it off her shoulders. He liked the softness of her skin as he slipped the almost see through cloth off her shoulders and onto the floor. 

Her bra was next. He unfastened the hooks and let it slide down her arms and onto the floor. He pulled her arms behind her back. He crossed her wrists and bound them with another bandana. She was now gagged and helpless. Her nipples responded with a will of their own. They stood up rock hard. His hands fondled her bare breasts. He played with her hard nipples. She surrendered to the pleasure that was coursing through her body. She moaned through the gag in her mouth. 

He reached down and unfastened her pants. They slid down her legs and onto the floor. She slipped her feet out of the legs of the slacks. He slipped his hand under the band on her panties and slid it down to her aching clit. His middle finger explored the wetness of her womanhood. The panties slid down her thighs and onto the floor. 

"Spread your feet apart," her attacker whispered.

She knew the penalty for doing so. His invading hands and fingers would have free access to her vagina. She would be at his mercy. Her thighs opened as though they had a mind and a will of their own. And, as soon as she spread them open, his finger slipped deeply into her cunt. She gasped as he began to fuck her with his finger. With one hand, he worked her nipples and her tits. With the other hand he finger fucked her. She was panting hard and moaning loudly through her gag. Her bound hands sought and found his hard manhood. She rubbed his cock through his pants with her hands. She came three or four times. To be honest, she lost count, but she knew she was cumming. 

He stepped around in front of her. He was dressed in black. He had one of those woolen masks on that covered the entire face. Masks like the soldiers wore when they didn't want anyone to see their faces. He took a firm hold on her breasts and began to walk backward. He led her, by her tits, into the next room. It was a bedroom. 

He sat her down on the side of the bed. He knelt and tied her ankles together with another bandana. She was helpless to stop whatever fate awaited her. She wasn't sure she wanted to stop whatever fate awaited her.

He stood in front of her. He removed his shoes and socks. Next, came the shirt he wore. She felt a tingle in her pussy as she saw his well toned body in the soft moonlight that filtered through the windows. Next, came his pants. Then, finally, his boxers. 

His cock was erect and ready. It looked to be about eight inches and looked thick to Sue. She made a yummy sound when she saw it. She knew that his cock was for her, tonight. He kept the mask on. He walked to her. He helped her get on her knees before him. He removed the gag from her mouth and slowly slid his penis between her lips. She eagerly accepted his manhood and began to suck it. 

He had his hands on either side of her head. He was slowly fucking her mouth as her head moved back and forth with the same rhythm of his hips. Her tongue felt good on the bottom of his cock. Her lips formed a perfect seal around his shaft. She wanted to taste his sperm. It was not to be. Not yet.

He pulled his dick from her eager mouth and put the gag back in it. He helped her back up on the bed. He laid her back on the bed and lifted her feet into the air. He had his choice. Her cunt was exposed to him. He could enter her dripping pussy and fuck the daylights out of her. He also had the choice of her tight little ass. He could take her in the ass if he so desired. Sue was certainly in no position to do anything to stop him. She was helpless.

Her rapist rubbed the tip of his cock up and down her helpless, exposed ass, rubbing it against her pussy and against her sphincter. He decided, for now to take her in her pussy. He stepped up against her body and pressed his hard cock against the opening of her fuck tunnel. The head of his dick forced the soft, wet flesh apart. Inch by inch he slowly penetrated her helpless cunt until he was fully inside of her. She couldn't help herself, she moaned her approval and through the gag mmmphed, "Fuck me."

He slowly pulled his cock from her pussy until only the head remained with its slippery confines, then he slowly began to make the return trip. Slowly, patiently, in and out he fucked her for over an hour. She lost track of how many times she came. She was totally a slave to his cock and she knew it.

He slowly removed his magical love tool from her well-fucked pussy. He untied her ankles and helped her to her feet. She was weak from having cum so many times. He laid down in the middle of the bed and pulled her to him on her knees. She knew what he wanted. She straddled his body and slowly impaled herself on his cock. He moaned his approval. He put his hands on her waist and thrust himself deeply inside of her. She began to rock on top of him, then she began to rise and fall with the rhythm of his hips as he fucked her. He took hold of her tits and squeezed them firmly as she rode his cock. She leaned her head back and moaned loudly as she came once again.

He lifted her up off of his cock and turned her until she was facing away from him. She once again, obediently took his cock into her waiting pussy. She knew that in this position, the reverse cowgirl, she would experience the deepest penetration of the evening's festivities. "Now," she thought, "it's a party."

She pogo-sticked on his cock as hard as she could. He was fucking her like a wild animal possessed of pure lust. She felt his orgasm growing hotter and hotter as he fucked her. She wanted his sperm. She wanted his hot, sticky man juice deep within her pussy. 

He pulled his cock out of her pussy. Then, he turned her around and laid her on her back. Her ankles were raised and rested on his shoulders. He rammed his dick into her exposed cunt, savagely. Again and again, he rammed his dick into her pussy. She felt as though his cock would tear her apart. She just knew that he was going to fuck her to death. Then, he slammed into her one final time. His dick was deeper within her than she had ever felt a man's cock go. His whole body shuddered and then she felt it, deep within her cunt. His seed began to fill her as he ejaculated into her. His dick spit out streak after stream of his hot, sticky love juice. One final blast from his man hose and he collapsed on top of her. 

No matter how long she may live, no matter how many times she may get laid, she knows that she will never be fucked as she has been fucked by this anonymous man who had raped her this night. She didn't know his name. He would not call her in the morning to tell her what a great fuck she was. She knew that she would not call the police. 

He got up. He tied her ankles together then covered her with a comforter. She heard him dressing. When he had finished, he stood there for a moment at the side of her bed. He reached over and lifted the comforter and stared at her body for a moment. She wiggled her ass and shook her tits at him. She thought she saw a smile on his lips as he covered her once again, then left. She was able to work herself free in about an hour. She went and took a shower, then went to bed to get some rest. Tomorrow would be a busy day at work. She needed her rest.



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Part 1 - "Like It Or Not, Bitch!"

The August, Friday night was blazing-hot; Kayla wiped sweat off her forehead while thinking she was going to do likewise when she reached under her dress, to realize that the moisture glistening on the fuck-hump between her legs consisted largely of twat-juice.

That was in contradiction to her seeming to be sweet, which the 24-y/o blond was outside the bedroom. In it, she surrendered to a masochistic and inordinately submissive need for the rawest kind of sucking and fucking.

In truth, her users could never tell how smart she was, being she got-off on the self-deprecation of acting like a bimbo, and therefore didn't want to know why she sincerely believed she deserved male punishment simply for existing. But she thought of women as an inferior species. Other than cocks, themselves, Kayla loved nothing more than guys using the intimacy of sex to devalue and make her feel soiled to the core. She thrived on severe debasement and had no limits regarding the abusive names she was called.

As well, the tramp adored the pain of large pricks ripping her apart minus any type of damage - or like one man termed it, she was 'a freak for getting dick-stomped'. It particularly turned her on when fuck-poles treated her asshole like a punching-bag while she'd scream until fainting, after which she wanted guys to go on tossing their pricks into her limp body!

Kayla wasn't sweet and recently had more and more realized how much she desired to engage in 'something outrageous.'

And 2 weeks prior to the present occasion, she posted a message to an online BDSM group about being 'a slut/whore wanting to be whipped and safely play-raped by strangers living in her city.'

Several men responded, while sounding as it they lacked the will to manhandle her, though a spark of delight ignited her clit when she read a message from Dane.

Of course, he didn't give his name but said that 'he and a friend were going to force her'. He commanded her to be outside The EroticaWorld Adult Theater at 10, that night, when she'd 'recognize them by their black t-shirts with Thug written on them.'

However, it wasn't that word, but the direct nature of Dane's brief note that had the slut wearing only high-heeled shoes and stockings under a summer dress when she drove to the theater, got out of her car and started a nervous pacing in the theater's entranceway.

Feeling nervous, nonetheless, enhanced Kayla's sense of anticipation, while she knew she'd likely be some kind of target for men other than Dane and his friend, such as the white, middle-aged Leo who rounded the corner into the doorway and gave her a critical assessment with his eyes.

Before she could react, he took the back of her head and pulled her lips against his, then nodded at a film poster: 'Why aren't you the blond starring in tonight's feature? You're hotter than a poker, even if something tells me you're a dirty girl. Guess that's obvious - huh? But you could star in smut, especially with these,' he said as he shoved his hand inside Kayla's dress-top, to squeeze her lovely, medium-sized tits, then: 'Yeah, anybody would like seeing those nice cows in a flick! Let me check your vulva,' - and he didn't ask for the bitch's permission when he removed his hand from her dress-top and dug 2 fingers into her crotch-hole.

'My, what a wet slit!' he observed as he drew his fingers out of Kayla's vag and continued, 'There's an city ordinance against spitting on sidewalks, even cunts doing that, you know.'

'Yes, sir.'

'Yeah, but forget that; come inside and wet my whistle with your pretty mouth while we watch the movie - okay?' Leo urged.

'I can't, sir,' the fuck-sloven told him.

'Why not?'

'I'm meeting someone,' Kayla replied.

'Who?'

The sexy fuck-hole racked her brain for a good answer other than the real one and thought of something to put Leo off: 'I'm going to bed with a detective, sir.'

'A detective?'

'Yes, sir,' Kayla said.

'W-e-l-l, then... maybe I'll see you around again sometime,' Leo responded before entering the theater.

The slattern watched him disappear with a degree of regret, since Leo was attractive on the one hand, while she sighed with relief since she was waiting for something even better on the other, something first involving an interlude because of a young, white guy who was about to pass her on foot. 

He stopped and exclaimed, 'Wow, scag-city on the horizon!'

However, he, too, didn't ask for Kayla's permission prior to rubbing a finger over her fud-pucker and wiping it across her beautiful face.

'There. You're tagged for whatever you're wantin'! Have fun,' - and he was off down the sidewalk. 

Already feeling assaulted while facing the theater door, Kayla was wishing she could go inside and offer an 'open sesame' for all penile comers, but thought, 'No, oh, my god, I fucking need to be!'...

... and it was then that somebody tilted her head back with her tresses from behind.

'W-w-who... are... you?' she stuttered as Dane's friend walked in front of her, and while she didn't know his name, she heatedly gasped to see 'Thug' on Randy's t-shirt.

'Can you believe this? The anonymous sack of holes expects us to tell her who we are!' he smirked.

'Fuck, I'll tell the sack we're here to mug her like never she's had it in her sorry-ass life! Come on, bitch, you're going with us, like it or not!' snarled Dane who was white and 22 like his friend.

Since abducting her off the street was risky, however, the guys had earlier made friends with Tom, the ticket clerk. They'd told him 'not be alarmed because they'd met a Net-whore with whom they'd be playing a game, that night' - and once Randy opened the theater door, Dane pushed Kayla into the lobby with his hand over her mouth.

Her kidnappers next took the trollop down the hall and out the back door into the parking lot where Laytham, a mid-20's Mandingo, was leaning against his vehicle while hoping for the action that came his way after Dane leaned the skank over the hood of his.

With him having done that, Randy took his belt off and began stropping Kayla's bum.

'Eeem, eeem!' she tried screaming behind Dane's hand while her ass subconsciously heaved back against the leather.

'Fucking bitch-whelp of sin! Take your just deserts!' Randy hissed, being that he and Dane weren't standard enforcers and indulged the habit of creatively desecrating women with reviling talk.

Kayla, though, was a soak for that, and developed a sloppier cooze than ever because of hearing she was a 'bitch-whelp of sin.'

'That's right! You commit sin just by living!' Dane added.

'Eeem!' Kayla once more vented while her snatch began feeling like a steam pipe, though Laytham watched the proceedings for bit, then crossed the parking lot.

'Giving blondie the works, are you?' he casually inquired.

'Yeah,' Randy answered as he hurled a final swat of his belt against the slag's bottom, followed by Laytham continuing, 'Mind if I fuck the bitch, guys?'

'Not at all, if you don't mind raping her,' Dane smiled.

'Wha'dya say?'

'Sorry, didn't mean to shock you, although this classless stinker was disgusting enough to ask us for rape,' Dane again smiled.

'No-way! Are you serious?' - Laytham was heartily surprised. 

'Totally. Besides, why should any of us care about raping such a worthless whore? Randy said.

'Sh-e-e-e-i-i-it, then I won't!' Laytham grunted as removed his fat 11-incher from his jeans and rapidly jammed its entire length into Kayla's snatch, whereupon he pulled her away from Dane's car.

He next clamped his hand over her mouth, bent her farther down and started hammering her muff while she kept making the same noises.

In a little, Dane turned her toward him and began slashing her mouth up and down his 9-inched penis.

'Good job, guys! Menace the slut, being she's a menace to sin, itself!' Randy laughed.

'Hear that, you filthy bitch! You're blasphemy from head to foot!' Dane rasped.

'Right on! You boys really know how to cuss the 'ho!' Laytham declared, as he then spunked-off into and withdrew from Kayla's vag before putting his dick away, then: 'I have an idea.'

'What's that, man?' Randy wanted to know.

'That you ought to take the slut to church,' Laytham replied.

'Mmm, not a bad idea. Have you ever been raped in God's house - huh, slut?' Dane asked Kayla who whispered, 'No, sir.'

'Really? Well, as I said earlier, you're going with us, like it or not, crap-wad!' Dane went on as he popped his dick out of her mouth and stowed it in his jeans before opening his car-trunk.

'Crawl in there!' he ordered. 

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Part 2 - "The Divine Will"

While the cheap fuck obviously retained a deep hunger for disparagement, however, she'd had a religious upbringing. And the thought of going to church in a car-trunk for rape was humiliating beyond anything she'd ever imagined - with her gulping and being about to protest when Laytham snarled, 'You heard the man! Get your honky-ass in there!'

'Aw, the poor skank's probably so hot and bothered for God to rape her that she can't hear - though to hell with that!' Randy growled even more harshly as he assisted the minx into the trunk with her hair while she squealed. 

Despite having strayed far from her Biblical training during childhood, however, Randy's metaphorical idea smote Kayla with a sense of guilt, though she'd reached a point in life where she was further inspired to wickedness by anything sexually unholy regardless of what she'd been taught. 

And her muff drooled as Dane snorted, 'Shit, I bet God wouldn't think she's worth the effort, so we'll do the job for the old man - right, dudes?' 

'Jeez, don't confuse her! First, it was us not caring about raping such a worthless whore, now she's not worth divine attention! Fuck, it doesn't matter, because the dirty lowlife was manufactured to get forced, weren't you?' Randy questioned Kayla who whimpered, 'Uhhh... yes, sir.'

'Damn, if her shit-brains aren't big enough to know the truth!' Randy chortled before looking at the Mandingo: 'Want to come along and help us rewrite scripture with our cocks?'

'Wish I could, except I have an hour drive to my job on the graveyard shift. But thanks for letting me split the whitey like a watermelon, and have a blast with her,' Laytham replied.

'Oh, we will,' Dane assured the former as he said 'have a good one' and closed the trunk-lid to a crack before securing it with a rubber tie-down. 

The friends next got into the front seat of Dane's car, with him beginning to drive while asking, 'What church shall we take her to, man?'

'First Baptist is only 7 blocks from here; it'll work. But how are we getting in?' Randy answered.

'I can pick the lock with one of those little thingies I always keep in the glove compartment,' Dane said.

'Awesome; breaking and entering God's house so we can break into one of his fucking handmaidens!' Randy enthused, though once Dane had turned into the church parking lot, he asked his buddy to give him the lock-picking tool from the glove compartment, after which Dane released the slut from his car-trunk.

If Kayla had been nervous at the theater, however, she was considerably more so when Dane told her to crawl to the church's front door behind him and Randy.

'We'll need to haul ass out of here in a hurry if I trip an alarm system,' Dane then remarked, though successfully picked the lock, while luckily, the church had been constructed during the early 1900's and never had an electronic upgrading, something which Dane realized after a few seconds of waiting for an alarm to go off. 

Next, he employed the squawking vamp's hair to drag her into the eerily dark sanctuary where he took her shoes off.

'Why'dya do that?' Randy wanted to know.

'You'll see when Ms. Blasphemy takes communion,' Dane mirthfully replied, then hung Kayla's shoes on her ears, being quite surprised by her foot-wear not falling off as he drove her down the aisle to the altar with a train of light kicks to her arse.

And the horny slattern began salivating to see the guys' muscled bodies when they told her to watch them strip - though while Randy calling her a 'bitch-whelp of sin' had been coincidental, that opened the way for him to continue mocking the remnants of her religious sensibilities, as he did by clasping his hands together in a prayerful gesture and solemnly intoning: 'Our Father which art in heaven, give us our daily whore, and forgive her not her sins while we ask for thy blessing in doing thy will on earth. Amen, forever and ever, amen.' 

'Oooh!' Kayla again whispered in complete disbelief, as Dane also intoned: 'Yes, we bow to thy divine will' and jarred her shoes off her ears by fiercely spiking his prick into her bowels. 

'Aaah, yeah, fuck my ass!' she wailed.

'Watch your foul language, Jezebel!' Randy verbally stormed prior ramming his 10-inched pecker into her suck-pit.

'Ummpphh, ummphh!' she mumbled while wondering, but not caring if it was a sin to have a climax in God's house.

'Yeah, listen to the brother, you godless heathen!' Dane then yelled while repeatedly smacking her rump, like Randy kept slapping her face.

By then, however, the slag was so excited as to feel as though deliciously consumed by the fires of damnation which only served to fuel her desire.

'Eeem, eeeeem!' she sounded-off while continuing to have orgasms, until Dane pulled out of her guts, retrieved one of her shoes from the floor and shot his semen into it before giving it to his friend so the latter could do the same.

'Now, I'm sure the brother's reverent prayer pleased God enough that he won't absolve your whorish transgressions, but humble yourself before the Heavenly Presence while you take communion in the hope that God will have mercy on your lost soul!' Dane sternly told the wench who couldn't speak because of the cruelest look she'd ever seen on his face, though she helplessly came as he tipped the communion of scuzz out of her shoe into her mouth while Randy grinned and gave her the hex with crossed fingers.

For a bit following that, none of them said anything, until Dane ordered Kayla to put her shoes on while he and Randy got dressed...

... while not surprisingly, they again deposited the scag in the car-trunk and took her to Randy's apartment for another 2 hours of forced coupling.

Just as needless to say, though, Kayla loved the arousing guilt of feeling sure that her sins weren't and never would be absolved, forever and forever, amen!

The End



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Chapter One -Against My Will

It was happening again. We were fighting, I don't even know why, did I do something wrong, did he? All that I knew for sure was that at the moment I hated him, absolutely, everything about him, and the look in his eyes said he hated me as well.

I screamed at him, "You're a manipulative fucking prick!"

He screamed back, "You're a two faced lying bitch!"

We were both in an uncontrollable rage now, I spat at him. He wiped it off, and as he did so something changed in his eyes, it scared me. He'd never hit me before, but I thought that he might now. I could see that some line had been crossed, some threshold broken; now he was truly in an uncontrollable rage.

He stepped towards me, I stepped back. My anger forgotten for the moment, replaced by fear, I was sure he was going to hit me now. Even when I'd hit him in the past, he'd never hit me back, he thought it was cute, I couldn't hurt him, no matter how hard I hit him, and it had always infuriated me.

Maybe I had let my anger push us too far this time. He reached for me; I stepped back again, and felt the wall at my back. I had no where left to move now. His hands closed around my arms, I struggled to shake him off, and got my right arm free.

I pushed him away from me, losing my balance. He reached for me again, and pushed me into the wall, cracking my head with a loud bang. I shrieked in pain, I pushed him again, and he went for me again. I tried to fend him off, but couldn't, while I was still free I slapped him across the face with all of my strength, his head rocked, but he paid it no attention.

He used his free hand to pull me against his body, holding me in a grip I couldn't break. My free arm was trapped between us, but I don't think I would have hit him again, even if I could. There was a huge red hand print on his face, and when he licked his lips I could see blood. I'd hurt him this time, finally.

He picked me up then and carried me down the hallway. I struggled in his arms, but it was futile, he was too strong, holding me too tightly. He took me into the bedroom and threw me on the bed. I landed on my side, with my legs akimbo, and my skirt around my hips.

He closed the door behind him and stood in front of it. He lifted his top off over his head and started undoing his pants. He pushed his pants down, revealing a huge erection. I thought to myself, "What the hell is he turned on about?"

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Having sex with you," he answered.

I snorted. "I can't stand the sight of you, you fuckwit," I said. "Why would I want to you to touch me? The thought of fucking you makes me sick." 

He took his underwear off and his cock sprang straight up in the air. He smiled at me. He was enjoying this, he didn't even seem angry any more. "You're a fucking deviant," I said. "Does it turn you on to throw me around?"

"Yes," he answered, as he stepped towards the bed.

"You sick cunt." I said, "You got hard when I spat on you, when you I hit you. You like it. You make me sick."

"Yes, you fucking bitch, you turn me on. All of your fucking moods turn me on. You treat me like shit and I get excited, you hit me and I get excited. Now I'm going to fuck you while you hate me, and that makes me excited too."

He reached the bed and grabbed my legs. As much as I kicked I couldn't break his grip, and he held both of my ankles against his body with his arm. With the other arm he grabbed my g-string and pulled it down to my thighs, down to my calves, and releasing my ankles he pulled it all the way off.

My skirt was still around my hips and I was exposed to him. I felt vulnerable and desperate, I was terrified. I tried to push my skirt down, to cover myself, but when I did he grabbed me by the wrists. He lifted my hands over my head with one hand, with his other he roughly pulled my top up over my head. He left it over my face and pushed me back on the bed.

I felt his hand on my breast, squeezing it, hard, rough. It hurt and I let out a little cry, it didn't stop him, he just squeezed harder. I was trapped in my top, with one of his hands holding both of mine above my head. He put one of his knees between my thighs, forcing his leg between mine, and then using it to push one of my legs outward.

He put his other knee between my legs, and used it to push my other leg in the other direction. I was under him and he had my legs spread, ready for him to enter me. He put his hand on my pussy, roughly parting my labia.

"You fucking slut," he said. "You're sweet little cunt is soaked, you want this as badly as I do."

It was true, I did. I hated him, I loved him, I wanted him to fuck me, I wanted him to fuck off. I didn't know what I wanted, but my body did. My body wanted him inside me, I was spread, and I was wet. I was still scared, I was still furious, if he gave me the chance I would hit him again as hard as I could.

I felt him position the head of his cock at my opening. He pushed the head in gently, which warmed me, relaxed me, maybe he would make love to me sweetly after all. I cried out in agony as I felt a terrible ripping pain in my vagina as he violently shoved his entire length into me in one thrust.

He knows I'm too small for that, that he needs to ease in to me, he wanted to hurt me. I renewed my struggles to throw him off, I managed to free my arms and I pulled my top all of the way off, freeing my head. Now my hands were free I tried to push him off me, but I couldn't. I spat in his face, he spat in mine.

"You fucking bitch," he said to me.

He moved his face toward me, to kiss me. I jerked my head away from him. He used one hand to hold my head still, and he kissed me. He forced his tongue into my mouth, as he did so he pulled out of me and thrust in again, sending shooting pain through my vagina again. He was raping my mouth with his tongue just as he was raping my pussy with his cock.

He pulled out and thrust into me again, it hurt less this time, as my juices lubricated us. The only justice was that I knew it hurt him to thrust in to me like that almost as much as it hurt me. The pain must have been too much for him, because he stopped the violent thrusts, and pulled almost all of the way out of me.

He moved his mouth to my ears, nibbling my ear lobe. He knew this always got me wet, I was glad he wasn't enjoying it.

"You fucking idiot," I said. "That won't work. You can't make me wet, I hate you, I hate what you're doing."

No matter what I said, I was wet and getting wetter. I loved this man, even if I hated him at the moment, my passion was up, even if it was anger, and I was enjoying being fucked roughly. I slapped his face again, as hard as I could, but I couldn't get any leverage from under him.

His only reaction was to force his tongue in to my mouth again, as he forced his cock deeper in to me. He must have been able to tell I was lying, that I was wet, because he slid into me with no friction at all this time.

I hit him again, and this time he took both of my hands in one of his and held them above my head. He was thrusting into me hard and fast now, pulling almost all of the way out of me on each stroke, driving deep inside me. It still hurt each time he thrust into me, because of the way he entered me at the beginning, but it also felt fantastic.

I spat on his face again, and he wiped his face against mine, we each had spit all over our faces. He forced his tongue into my mouth again, but this time I didn't try to stop him.

His constant thrusting was moving me steadily to orgasm, and I was grunting each time he drove his shaft in to me. Sometimes I would grunt in pain, but mostly it was pleasure now, and even the pain almost felt good.

"You're going to cum aren't you, you fucking slut?" he said to me. "You're enjoying this aren't you?"

When I didn't say anything, he said, "Tell me you are enjoying this you bitch!"

"I am," I said. "I'm fucking cumming you cunt."

He relaxed his grip on me and I slapped him again. He didn't even break his rhythm, and hitting him intensified my orgasm, so I hit him again. And again. He didn't do a thing to stop me, so I kept hitting him and he grunted each time, but not in pain.

"You sick fuck," I said. "You like it when I hit you."

He nodded and smiled, revealing his teeth, which were red with blood. It excited me that I had made him bleed and I kept on cumming.

He pulled out of me and straddled my chest. He grabbed one of my hands and held it in his and used my hand to wank his shaft.

"No fucking way," I said. "I don't want your cum on my face."

I tried to move my face out of the way, but he held it with his other hand. He started to shoot, and the first shot landed on my mouth and dribbled down my cheek. I managed to get my hand in the way of his next shot, and it bounced off my hand and onto my neck. His next shots passed my hand, landing on my forehead and in my hair, and finally he was done.

He reached out to the bedside table for his mobile phone and took photos of my face with cum and spit and blood over it. I was too exhausted to struggle now, and I let him take whatever photos he wanted. Once he had what he wanted he lay down beside me, and I moved next to him, putting my head on his shoulder. I heard him whisper, "I love you, you bitch."



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It began with a touch...the minute, imperceptible tracing of a single finger down the curve of my hip, in the soft black velvet of my dreams. I felt warmth...heat against my back, and I moved my body towards the heat. My eyelids were too heavy to open, so I lay in the warmth, enjoying the closeness. My mind couldn't seem to focus, just aware of the light caress. I sighed as I enjoyed it. 

Gently, my eyelids were touched; they stayed closed embracing the darkness. I could feel warm breath waft intimately against my neck and back. A hand began a lazy exploration of chest... fondling... stroking... circling the rigid peaks of my nipples until I felt a silken cord begin to tighten within my stomach. I could feel my cock become heavy as it moved from its rest on my leg. 

The touch caressed the hollows of my throat... hot... wet... in the dark... in the night. As the touch continued ever downward, stroking my stomach...moisture started leaking from my tumescent penis. 

I gasped as they probed lower, gently stroking my cock...leaving me trembling. Tenderly, hands started massaging my testicles and I spread my legs on autopilot. My legs were further nudged apart and the heat from the body nestling my back descended toward my spread legs. Tenderly, with an ease born of experience, my thighs were spread apart and forward...and a velvety mouth placed kisses over my crotch. I moaned in approval. the rigidity of Her arousal seeking access within the soft molten core of My body.

A moan... lost in the velvet hush of the room. "Ohh, God...oh please..." I moaned into the stillness of the room. The room started swimming again and as I started to reach orgasm I slipped into a black hole like I wasn't even there. 

I could feel the warmth of a body, of kisses, of touches all over my body. I heard a voice off in the distance say, "You belong to me..." And then there was darkness. 

I woke up with a splitting headache. I tried opening my eyes but it felt like a not knife was being jabbed info my eyes. I was sore all over. My head throbbed when I attempted to lift it off the pillow. I opened one eye like a slit. The room was dark, the curtains were closed. I was lying on my stomach, tangled in rough sheets that clung to my hips. I wasn't in my bedroom and I wasn't alone. I could feel the heat of a body beside me, an arm lay across my back and ass. I tried to turn towards my companion to see who she was, but when I moved my head it felt like a hammer was hitting me in the temples. I groaned and left my face in the pillow. My mind started to slowly come to life, trying to remember where I was. 

The body next to me stirred and I felt the bed shift. Gentle hands started kneading my shoulders and upper back. It didn't feel good or bad, it just diverted my attention from my splitting headache. The bed shifted some more and the hands disappeared for a moment. I felt oil being drizzled on my back and shoulders. Warm oily hands started rubbing, kneading and pressing at my back. I could feel my tension and headache evaporating. The sheets were pulled lower and I hadn't realized I was naked in this bed. Gentle but firm hands ran down over my ass cheek and down my leg and back again, then returned to my lower back. I shivered slightly. I could feel my penis suddenly stiffening. Relax, I whispered to myself. 

Fingers thumbed my lower back, edging slowly towards the crack of my ass. Every time they neared my crack I tensed slightly and the hands would slide up my back again. Again they edged down, but this time didn't go back up. The thumbs made it to the top of my crack...then I could feel the thumb just inside my crack. My ass clenched naturally. I thought about ending this, but whether it was true or not – my body couldn't move.

Hands moved over my ass cheeks, one on each, gently kneading. I started to relax, it felt so good. My ass was massaged and the cheeks were pushed and pulled it apart. I could feel the cool air of the room at one point on my asshole as my cheeks were pulled wide apart. I started to get harder. Occasionally the hands would move back to my ass and I would raise my hips slightly towards the hand. One time a finger ran quickly down the crack as the other hand want back down my legs. I stiffened measurably. My legs were worked for a while, then my feet. The feeling was wonderful and I started to relax as he worked the tension out of my head and body. 

Hands came back up my body, kneading my ass and small of my back with strong hands. I felt the bed shift again and the body moved between my legs. I was forced to open them further apart. The massage started again down to my feet - beginning to work from them back up towards my ass again.  As the hands reached the top of my thighs the pressure of the massage was changing from one of some depth and strength to a caress of my thighs and buttocks. I suddenly felt more oil dropped on my body, concentrated on my ass. Oil flowed down the crack of my ass – followed by a finger with traced traced the crease of my ass. The other hand squeezed my inner thigh and parted my legs further.

I have to admit that this was giving me an erection and I was beginning to want the action to continue. Just as I thought the massage would remain the same, simply stroking my ass, I suddenly felt pressure of a finger rubbing around my anus. The sensation was divine and I sighed a bit. I felt more oil drip onto the crack of my ass and then his finger returned and slowly pushed into me. I have done that to myself but had never been fingered by anyone else before. It was however after a second or two of discomfort a wonderful feeling. 

As the sinful sensation was shooting through my body my head began to clear. Where was I and who was I with? I remembered I had left home on a business trip. Left my wife and family only for a couple of days. Who was I with? I lifted my head and started to turn it? 

"Do not move." It was soft, a mellow gentle command that send shivers down my spine, and I stilled immediately. A guy? 

"WHAT THE FUCK!" I exclaimed and tried to jump away. My bedmate was expecting this and shoved two fingers deep in my ass while grasping my nuts in his other hand like a vice grip. "Aghhhhhh!" 



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I'll be the first one to admit, I didn't much care for my stepfather. Although I had recently turned eighteen, I still had a few months before graduation, and then after that I was seriously considering entering into the service for the simple reason of moving out and getting away from a man I despised and had always disapproved of. 

Ever since they had gotten married, he and I had been at odds over nearly everything, which had also included a great deal of favoritism over his daughter who was a year older than I was, but thankfully was living on campus at a dorm he was also paying for, so I didn't have to put up with her crap as often as I did either.

And yes, I held some resentment against my own mother because of it, often taking advantage of that whenever I could because I knew deep down inside she too had thought this marriage a mistake, and had married Darrel "Dick" as I called him out of convenience and necessity even knowing that when she did.

But I'm not a total shithead either, though I know I often act like one carrying a grudge on my shoulder most of the time. I often found myself feeling sorry for my mother because she too put up with a lot of things she shouldn't have, but I had once heard her telling a friend over the phone that she'd made her bed, and now she had to learn how to sleep in it. So as far as I was concerned, "so be it" if that's what she wanted. But I certainly wasn't married to the man, nor did I consider myself his son, or stepson either.

And that was something else that irritated me as well. Mom was still a very attractive looking woman, and for the life of me I could never reconcile the fact that she could marry a balding pot gutted beer drinking idiot like Darrel Dick even though he owned his own business and made a lot of money, none of which I really ever saw as he wasn't very generous with his wealth when it came to me, though again, he could lavish his own daughter with a brand new car, informing mom that he had only done so because his ex-wife couldn't afford to do so, and that Karen needed transportation when she went upstate to attend college, his further excuse being that he wanted her to drive a safe and reliable car so that she could come down often enough to visit with us.

And maybe she did. But a BMW? I don't think so.

And as I said, mom really was an attractive looking woman, the one thing that "Darrel Dick" did admire and appreciate as she really was for him his trophy wife, so he saw to it that she always looked sexy, wore sexy clothes whenever he was around, bought her most everything, some of which she liked and did wear, others that she only wore around the house simply because she knew he'd go off on her if she didn't.

But this too became problematic for me. I couldn't help but look at and notice my own mother whenever I was around her, simply because of what she often wore, and worse, how damn good she looked whenever she did.

A year before, when I had started looking for a part time job in order to give me my own spending money, Darrel the dick had suggested I come to work for him, something my own mother even supported, once again adding to my resentment. The last thing I wanted to do was work for him. Bad enough that he bossed me around the house, telling me to do things that he was too damn lazy to do for himself was one thing, having to work for him, and getting paid at the bottom end of the scale was another. So mainly out of spite more than anything else, I took a job working for one of his competitors which added additional friction between us in the home, not to mention between he and my mother as well, but it was one of my few minor little victories and had a lot to do with what happened, and what suddenly became for me a way to get back at everyone, though I certainly hadn't planned it or even thought about it until the situation simply presented itself.

Because of my job and responsibilities at home, which I did do even though I did so reluctantly and certainly not cheerfully either, I had no time for dating, nor could I really afford to. I rarely went out even with my friends, had only dated a few girls, none of which I had grown or gotten close to, and certainly never brought home either because the two instances in which I had, Darrel the dick had also proven himself to be somewhat of a letch, ogling and fawning over my female friends to the point that it became not only awkward, but actually quite disgusting, and had even made each one of them so uncomfortable afterwards that we never went out again, which was another reason that word got around, further hampering my date-ability, and gave me even more reason for despising the man.

I had gone into work after school at the copy shop where I worked only to learn that the schedule had been changed and that I actually had the night off. Maybe this shouldn't have pissed me off, but it did. Had I of known, I would have made plans to do something, and now I actually found myself having to cancel plans which I'd made for the following Friday night as I'd be working now instead. Needless to say, I drove home once again irritated; my only consolation coming from the fact that Darrel Dick was out of town for a few days on business.

When I pulled into our street, I saw that one of my mother's friends cars was parked in the drive, once again adding to my ever worsening mood as that meant I'd have to find another place to park myself, somewhere along the street, which I soon did, but then forced to walk half a block back towards the house fully intending to give mom as well as her friend Michelle a very unfriendly stare when I entered.

Little did I know what awaited me when I started heading around the side of the house towards the back door. It just so happened that my room was downstairs in the finished basement area, as was one other guest room that Karen occasionally used whenever she came for a visit. The odd thing was, the light to that room was on as I glanced down and over towards it. Now being that the windows were below the level of the driveway, I actually had to get down on my hands and knees in order to look in. Though there were blinds on both my bedroom window as well as the guest room, the way they were hung allowed you to see in over the top of them. Curious, I dropped down to the ground peering in, and got the surprise of my life!

On the bed, there in the guest room lay my own mother and her best friend Michelle, they were both naked, and at the moment, had their heads buried between one another's legs.

Stunned, I could only sit there, my mind suddenly a blur full of surprise along with many mixed emotions. The fact that mom was actually laying there licking another woman's pussy was surprising enough, never in a million years would I have ever thought her capable, or even wanting in doing such a thing. I mean obviously she wasn't any sort of prude, or she'd never allowed herself to go out in public wearing some of the semi-revealing outfits that she had, but if she was going to fool around on my stepfather, which I certainly wouldn't find her at fault for doing, I hadn't even considered the possibility that she might do so with another woman, and Michelle no less, one of the few friends of hers I actually liked, and found very sexually attractive.

"Holy fucking shit!" I said softly to myself, struggling with the notion of charging into the house, surprising them, and demanding some sort of an explanation. Neither of which would have bought me anything, which is when I suddenly realized there was an entirely different option here.

I quickly ran back to my car, opened the trunk, and took out my camera's, one with a telephoto lens. One of my hobbies and one of the few things I enjoyed doing and was reasonably good at, was taking photos, and had been doing so for the school paper for throughout high school. Racing back to the window I was relieved to find the two of them still at it, though by now they had changed positions slightly with mom now laying on her back, comfortably positioned while Michelle snuggled up between her legs, still going down on her. 

It was perhaps the first time that I could remember seeing my mother's breasts, though I vaguely recalled having done so when I was a kid, but long before they held any sort of interest for me. Now, seeing her laying there the way that she was, they certainly did. Like I said, mom was actually very attractive with dark shoulder length hair, which she always wore down at Darrell's insistence, which did make her look considerably younger than she was. But her breasts were also youthful in their appearance, even for as large as they were, flattened out against her ribcage only a little as she lay on her back, nipples wonderfully full, dark, and at the moment incredibly hard.

I quickly zoomed in on them with my camera, and began taking photos one right after the other, catching every detail, every movement, and every new position as they teased and played with one another for the next half an hour.

I sat there, fully erect, though I struggled with that only for a moment. For one, I was also getting a nice wicked little view of Michelle, a woman also married, though I knew very little about her husband. Two, I wasn't exactly innocent when it came to harboring inappropriate thoughts towards my own mother. Years of her dressing sexily, and provocatively around me had seen to that. And Three, I was watching the two of them together, two women who were obviously enjoying one another in ways I could only begin to imagine...until now.

Having shot quite a bit of film and comfortably sure that I would have more than what I would need for my purposes, I sat back stroking myself, though doing so only for the pleasure of it, purposely refraining from allowing myself to orgasm. That would come later, though even the thought of that, and what I was even considering still held an edge of excited nervousness to it, this was after all my own mother, and how she would initially react just before, as well as afterwards was anyone's guess. But I knew once I had committed myself, there was no backing off. And even the thought of that excited me to no end!

After watching, and even hearing my mother orgasm through the closed window, they soon after dressed, re-straightening and remaking the bed. Even before they had turned off the light and left the room, I was already making my way back to my car where I sat and waited for a short time, finally seeing Michelle backing out of the drive heading home. I gave it a few minutes, and then drove home myself, though I shut off the engine as well as the lights as I coasted into the drive way.

Still not sure of what to expect, or even what I was going to do myself for that matter, armed with what I had, though I had nothing as yet to show her until I could develop the film secretly and safely at school, I entered the house through the back door, doing so quietly, and then stood there in the kitchen listening. The sounds of water running through the pipes in the house alerted me to the fact that mom was no doubt upstairs preparing a bath. Once again I slowly ascended the stairs leading up to their bedroom as well as the bath and stood just outside the closed door listening. I could hear my mother inside happily humming a melodic tune to herself as she fidgeted about, though I nearly jumped as a moment later the bathroom light was turned off, the brightness that had shown beneath the door suddenly growing considerably darker, though immediately replaced with an entirely different light, this one wavering, flickering, so I knew she had lit several candles, which I also now smelled as they began to give off a gentle scent of cinnamon and apples as I stood there outside the door.

I could hear the water still running in the tub, so I tried the handle on the door, though finding it locked which I had expected and anticipated. But this was certainly no deterrent to me, as I'd picked the lock before when Karen had spent far too much time in the bathroom, and I had done so, purposely surprising her, not to mention embarrassing her as she'd hogged the bathroom to herself for far too long than what was necessary, especially since it was the only other bathroom at the time.

It took only a moment, the water still running, masking the tiny click that I more felt than heard as the knob turned in my hand. I eased the door only partially, cracking it, peering in, and once again found myself being surprised.

I saw mom lying in the tub, she'd positioned herself beneath the faucet so that the running water fell, beating against her wide open split. She was far enough down inside the tub that I couldn't even see her head, it was obvious she hadn't plugged it, or she'd have been drowning herself by now, content to just lay there and pleasure herself this way, though I could and did see her hands and fingers holding herself open, her pussy lips parted decadently so as the water splashed, beating against her cunt.

My heart was beating a thousand miles an hour, but I stepped in, quickly taking a seat on the toilet across from her, grateful she hadn't as yet noticed my entry, content for the moment to continue to watch her, not quite wanting to alert her as yet to my presence, waiting for what I hoped would be the perfect moment when I did.

And that moment, came but a few moments later when she started to moan and groan deeply, hovering on the edge of what I now knew to be yet another orgasm.

"Still horny are we?" I asked breaking the silence and revealing my presence to her.

I don't think I've ever seen anyone move so fast in all my life. For as little water as there actually was in the tub, as she suddenly shot back, sitting up, the water went with her, splashing over the back of the tub spilling out onto the floor, the look on her face wild-eyed, shocked, bewildered.

It was perfect, even better than anything I could have hoped for as she scrambled to find a way to cover herself with her hands, though even that for a moment was almost hilarious as there weren't enough arms and hands to cover everything at once as I stood up and made my way over to sit down on the edge of the tub looking directly down at her as she finally found her voice.

"Jake? What the fuck are you doing in here?" she now demanded, though she sounded far more scared, far more embarrassed than mad. The fact that she'd used the word fuck was interesting as well, as I honestly don't think I'd ever recalled hearing her use it before, until now.

"Didn't have to work tonight after all," I informed her, though even that at the moment didn't make any sense, or explain my reason for even being here, not at home maybe, but certainly not inside what had once been a locked bathroom, something I would never have done before, until now.

"What?" she said looking at me, still very confused, still very unsure of herself, though gradually she began to collect her senses as I continued to sit there on the edge of the tub looking at her, enjoying the fact that I was now making her extremely uncomfortable as she tried to hide herself, still failing with the shifting of her arms and hands.

"Got off early," I now added, and then smiled. "But obviously, so did you."

I truly have never seen my mother quite so flustered before. At the moment, I truly don't think she knew which end was up, and so I used that to my advantage, once again speaking to her, confusing her even more.

"That was pretty fucking hot mom," I said staring directly at her near-shaved pussy, the image already forming itself inside my head once again of her laying there, spreading herself beneath the spray of the water. "But not nearly as hot as watching you and Michelle licking one another, now that...was really hot. Really...really hot!"

"You...you what?"

I could hear the edge of uncertainty and fear quivering in her tone of voice, so much so that she actually dropped her hands, now gripping the side of the tub in order to support herself as she sat there, no longer concerned with the fact that I could now see her entirely, unprotected of herself as she sat there looking like a deer staring into the headlights of a car as she did so.

"You really do have gorgeous tits!" I now added, not letting up, keeping her off balance. "Watching Michelle suck them sure made me horny too," I now told her admitting it openly. "And watching you sucking hers was damn fucking hot too, though I think what made me nearly blow my load was when you masturbated her hard little clit with your breast, now that's something I've never even heard of, let alone imagined two women doing before!"

I honestly think mom was on the verge of passing out.

"What is it that you want Jake?" Mom said finally collecting herself, though I could tell she was no where's near willing to gamble on trying to take control of the situation yet either, not until she knew more about what I knew at least.

"Oh, not much really, nothing to get too horribly upset over, unless you allow yourself to," I added, though I reached over simultaneously, touching the tip of her still hard nipple with my finger, causing her to flinch, which I'd half expected, though I'd also expected her to perhaps slap my hand away, or even take a swing at me, neither of which she did.

All she did was stare at me however.

"You can't be serious!"

"Oh but mother...I am! Very serious, and very horny! Watching you and Michelle doing one another, and then coming in here and seeing you getting yourself off beneath the faucet? You bet I am!"

Once again she just sat there looking at me.

"I can't, and you know we can't," she said weakly, "It's wrong and you know it!"

"Oh, and what you and Michelle were doing is different?" I shot back at her. She melted somewhat hearing that, her shoulders slumping, her grip not nearly as firm now on the edge of the tub as it had once been, but she wasn't about to give up...or give in for that matter yet either.

"Maybe it was," she admittedly softly. "But that would be worse...far worse!" she said once again steeling herself, raising her voice.

"Oh well, too bad," I said standing up, once again seeing the look of confusion in her face, though there was also a look of hopefulness that I was perhaps giving in, giving up and about to leave the room. "Wasn't asking for much, just a little relief, that's all," I said unzipping my fly, reaching in and boldly removing my hard stiff cock, which she now stared at with eyes as big around as saucers. Even I was surprised at my own boldness, though my heart was still beating a thousand miles an hour here, I had reached the point of no return, and there was no going back, not even now. So whatever happened from this moment on would have consequences associated with it, one way or the other.

"Jake," she said though her tone had softened considerably, her eyes still glued to my cock. I could tell she was trying to reason with me, though she was still struggling with how all this had even come to pass in the first place.

"No mother, you need to listen," I said interrupting her, shocking her with the sternness of my tone of voice, which she did, once again just sitting there looking at me, listening.

"Dickhead has all but ruined my social life, not to mention my love-life." I had never called Darrel 'Dick Head' in front of my mother before now, so hearing me do so once again put her on the defensive by the look on her face, though I continued on anyway. "But obviously, you have one, and one I am willing to bet he knows absolutely nothing about!" Which is when I told her about the pictures, that I had sat outside the window and took picture after picture of she and Michelle having such a wonderful time together downstairs there in the guest room.

This time I saw a look of pure fear crossing her face, once again calming her defiance, shaking her to her very core. She knew Darrel's temper, and she also knew because of their prenuptial agreement that he'd insisted on prior to their getting married, that should they divorce, he'd leave her without a damn dime to her name.




Forced



This time she slumped down into the tub, defeated, which again left me with mixed emotions though only momentarily. "What is it you want me to do?" she asked now resigned to do whatever it was I asked of her. She hadn't said that exactly, but I could see it in her eyes.

"Well, for starters," I began, "How about sucking me off?"

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Though hesitant, certainly reluctant, I expected a half-hearted feeble attempt at best. She had reached out, grasping my cock pulling me towards her as I stepped over closer towards the tub, nearer her mouth.

"If we're going to do this, then we're going to do this," she told me. "Take off your clothes."

Now it was my turn to be surprised. But I began doing so as mom sat in the tub watching me undress. But I also noticed as I did so, that she lifted her hand and began toying with one of her nipples, making it hard once again.

I now stood entirely naked before her, something I hadn't done since I was a kid, and certainly never like this. Even the look on her face had turned different, there was a resigned expression to it yes, but there was also a look of undefined curiosity and wonder as well. Without saying another word, she slowly wrapped her lips around the head of my prick and began gingerly sucking it. I could feel the dance of her tongue tickling the supersensitive crown of my prick's head, something that I'd certainly not expected to feel, expecting as instead a once again half-hearted open-mouthed head fuck and nothing more.

The fact she was good at this, and seemed to be actually enjoying this, nearly brought me to my knees far too soon, and with far more pleasure than I thought possible as she did so.

Once again I reached out, thumbing her now very hard, very erect little nipple with my finger tip, eliciting a soft mewling sound from her as I did so, her lips tightening even more pleasurably around the shaft of my cock, her hand gently cupping my heavy ball sack, kneading it with her fingers, as her lips slowly moved up and down over my shaft.

Though I had stood with my eyes closed momentarily enjoying the sensations that her lips, tongue and mouth was bringing me, I soon opened them, sensing movement, and was glad that I did, as I now watched, mom's free hand moving busily between her legs, frigging her clit. I marveled at how big it actually was, how stiff, hard and swollen it had become, along with the redness of her lips, which had also swollen, now puffy as they filled with desire, pleasure and need.

Normally I had pretty good control, could last quite a while most of the time, but I was already feeling the surge of intense climax beginning to run up the length of my shaft. As it did, I stepped back, forcing mom to release my prick, though looking back now, I'm not sure she would have done so had I not forced the issue. But through some warped sense of concern for her perhaps, some measure of mercy for not wanting to force her into an even more decadent act, though that very reason was unreasonable in and of itself already, I removed my cock from my mother's mouth just as it exploded. Even then, she reached out towards it, once again finding it, stroking it, and now resigned to jacking it, which she did as I continued to spray massive amounts of cream which she now directed against herself, bathing her beautiful luscious tits with copious amounts of my jettisoned spunk splashing all over them.

I staggered back, once again collapsing down onto the toilet seat. Mom continued to sit in the tub, the water still running, the only sound masking my breath as I fought to catch it. Looking at her, thick pools and gobs of fuck-butter running down between her tits, which she only then lifted her hand to catch, rubbing it into her breasts as I sat there watching her.

"You said for starters..." she suddenly spoke, "Now what?" There was a lusty edge to her words, not to mention the look in her eyes. I was a little surprised to see that, expecting her to take more of a resigned position, a defeated one perhaps even, but she appeared more aroused, obviously still excited more than anything else.

"I want to see you finish what you were doing before I came in here," I said adlibbing it. "I want to watch you get yourself off."

Once again she looked at me, nodding her head. "Ok, but I want you to get me something then," she said simply.

"Ok, what?"

"In the bedroom, my side of the bed, in the nightstand, top drawer..." she paused though she was already sliding back down in the tub, once again positioning herself beneath the pounding beat of the running faucet. "There's a pink dildo, it's hidden beneath some of my handkerchiefs, bring it in to me."

I didn't even think twice about it, dashing from the bathroom into the bedroom naked, already the renewed throbs of interest being felt in my dick as I opened the drawer, searching, though quickly finding the toy she'd told me about, never even suspecting that she had one. But there were others too, also hidden beneath the stack of delicates that she kept there, which I quickly took note of for another time.

Racing back into the bathroom, I handed her the life-like flexible toy prick, this time sitting down on the edge of the tub, watching her as she slowly began easing it into herself.

"Didn't even know you had something like that," I told her already caressing my somewhat flaccid cock.

"Well, up until tonight, there was a lot you didn't know," she told me.

"Touché'," I said in agreement with her.

"And ditto to that too!" she added with a moan as she finally managed to get most of the enormous fat fake prick inside herself.

Once again I watched as mom lay back in the tub, just an inch or two of water surrounding her, her legs propped up on either corner of the tub, spread, the water pounding against her cunt, which now held the majority of the pink prick sticking out of it.

"Play with my tits," she moaned though her eyes remained closed.

This time I didn't have to be asked twice about doing something. I repositioned myself, leaning over in order to do just that, but still maintain a stance where I could watch, watch her humping herself against the water, one hand still spreading herself, the other slowly working the fake prick in and out of her swollen puffy lips that sucked at it like she'd been sucking me earlier.

Her nipples quickly became marble-sized, her areola's scrunching up in a taut hard surfaced area that only helped to lengthen them as I rolled them between my fingers, somewhat pinching and pulling on them as I did so.

"Yes! Yes! That's perfect!" she moaned once again pleasurably. I continued playing with them watching her, watching the water pounding against her cunt until she let go of the dildo still deeply embedded inside herself, now reaching over, once again grasping my re-aroused, hard stiff cock stroking it up and down in perfect tempo with her own upwards humping motion against the faucets spray.

"You going to cum?" I asked expectantly, excitedly, seeing her eyes finally open, the words they spoke in doing so saying yes only a moment before she actually did.

My first clue that she was, was the grip she had on me with her hand. I felt it tighten even more forcefully, though she continued to stroke it, perhaps a bit more wildly, more rapidly in addition to that. The second however, was the deep moan unlike any other that I had ever heard before. It was guttural, long, and exploded from her depths just as the orgasm, which suddenly seized her as she thrashed and convulsed there down in the tub beneath me, once again splashing the bare few inches of water up and over the edge of the tub as she did so.

Her climax enough, to once again trigger my own, unexpectedly and without warning, though the amount of spunk my prick now produced was nothing in comparison to what I had earlier jettisoned.

Feeling the warmth of my fluid suddenly running down and over her fingers, mom sat up, almost as quickly as she had when I'd first surprised her, only this time, her mouth engulfed me, the next pleasurable explosions of my second glorious orgasm disappearing down the velvety smooth opening of her throat as mom milked, sucked and drained every precious little droplet.

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"Jake, I told you I'd do whatever you wanted me to do, as long as no one ever found out, or got hurt because of it," mom told me. "But please...please, not this!" she pleaded worriedly.

There had only been two classes that I had had to attend, coming home from school early, one of which had been my photography class, where I had quickly developed the roll of film I had taken, blowing several of the pictures up so there could be no mistaking who it was I had photographed.

"You're exactly right mom," I told her having already shown her copies of all the pictures I had taken. "You did say you'd do whatever I asked you to do, and as long as you do, no one else will be!"

I am sure that after our rather enjoyable session in the bathroom the night before, which mom would once again find herself back in control, at least to some extent, but that wasn't to be the case, which I quickly reminded her of.

"But Michelle's my friend!" She pleaded once again. "She'll hate me after this!" she cried almost desperately.

"Not if we do this the way I told you," I reminded her. "Hate me for it perhaps yes...but I know she won't hate you for it, not as long as we do this the way I told you to do it."

When I saw the same defeated expression come into her face that I had seen the night before, I knew that the argument we'd been having was over, mom was once again surrendering to the inevitable, after all, she really didn't have any other choice.

"As long as you do this exactly the way I told you, there's no reason she'll suspect you were involved with this, and will place all the blame on me, not you. And like I promised, I really do have no intention of actually using this against her, or revealing any of it to her husband, I'm not even going to say that, merely imply it and then let her decide if I might actually do it or not. But don't you tip her off to that either, or then I will!"

I had already told mom that my intent was for her to call Michelle, inviting her over on the pretext of having a bit more fun together, only this time, I would indeed come home unexpectedly on purpose, letting them both know upon walking in and catching them, that I had planned on doing so after having seen them together the night before, and upon overhearing mom speaking to Michelle sexily over the phone, inviting her over. In the midst of all this, and especially if they were both nude and vulnerable, I would then produce the photos, letting Michelle along with my mother know what it was that I had, the idea being that as far as mom was concerned, she was just hearing about it and seeing what I had on the two of them for the first time there together.

I had met Michelle's husband Jeff a handful of times, though he was tall, a few inches more so than I was, he was also gangly and skinny, not at all athletic, let alone menacing, and for the life of me, I couldn't see what she saw in him, but to each his or her own I guess. Michelle was nearly the opposite of that. She was by womanly terms quite voluptuous, certainly not fat or really over weight, she just had a lot of full body to work with, including even larger breasts than my own mother had, pendulous perhaps, without looking grotesque by any means, if anything tantalizing in their own right as I had watched them swaying back and forth as she'd knelt there on the bed with mom fucking her cunt from behind while using a strap-on dildo. It was one of my favorite pictures, and one in which I had blown up exclusively for this as it clearly showed the pleasured expression on her face as she knelt there on the bed looking back towards my mom while being fucked by her.

"Ok, ok...I'll do it, but only as long as you keep your promise that if she fights you on this, you won't force the issue, or actually go to her husband with any of these pictures."

"I promise I won't, but only so long as you hold up your end of the bargain," I reminded her. "You act just as surprised as she will be, but you also give in to my demands, letting her know that whatever I say or ask of the two of you, that you're willing to go along with it, just as long as I promise not to tell Darrel about the two of you, which I'll promise not to do, as long as the two of you are willing to do what I want you two to do. If Michelle still refuses at that point, then she's free to go home if she wants, and like I said, her husband will never hear anything about it from me. But she needs to do all that on her own, let her own fears tip the scales one way or the other."

"Ok," mom said softly, once again fully resigned.

"Now, go ahead and make the call, but make sure you sound like you're horny and want to continue more of what the two of you were doing last night. I'll be sitting right here listening, so you'd better sound convincing, or she may wonder if something else is going on, and we certainly don't want that to happen now do we?"

Mom took a few moments to collect herself, and then picked up the phone dialing Michelle's number.

"Hi sweetie! What's up?" Michelle said answering the phone.

"Well me actually!" Mom giggled into the phone, which I was glad to hear her doing. "Been flying higher than a kite all morning long, just thinking about yesterday," she added letting the thought hang there.

"Me too!" came the immediate reply. "I've been trying to get a few household chores done all morning, but my minds been elsewhere," she responded back. "That really was nice."

"Yes it was," Mom responded. "Really nice, I've had a hard time trying to keep from touching myself just thinking about it."

There was a brief pause, and for a moment I was worried that Michelle might not respond as favorably to that as I might hope.

"You too?" came the almost breathless response. "God Shirley," Michelle said calling mom by name, "I've been tempted to pull out my vibrator twice now, just to get a little relief and relive the experience all over again."

"I've already got mine out, I've been sitting here playing with myself, thinking about playing with you, which is why I decided to call you. Thought maybe...wondered, if you'd enjoy coming over for a bit, while we have the time and can be alone to do so."

"You sure? Is it safe enough do you think?" Michelle asked worriedly.

"Yes of course! Like I told you already, Darrel won't be home until Sunday."

"What about Jake?"

"Well he has school of course, and then he told me that he was heading to work directly afterwards, so he won't even be home until well after ten or so this evening."

"Hmm, well maybe..." Michelle hesitated briefly thinking about it. "Oh hell, why not? I've hardly been able to keep from touching myself now anyway, I can be there in about half an hour... that work for you? That will give us a couple of hours before I need to be home and get dinner started before Jeff gets home from work."

"Two hours of bliss would be perfect," Mom assured her, "I'll be waiting for you in the bedroom," she added just as I'd told her to tell her, and then hung up before giving Michelle a chance to comment on that any further.

"Well? Think she'll come?" I asked.

Though giving me a less than friendly smile, she nodded her head. "I'm willing to bet she's already on her way."

"Then I'd better move my car down the street. You'd best get up to your bedroom and get ready for her, get naked like I said, that way she'll be just as anxious to get that way herself without wasting a lot of time in idle gossip or chit-chat."

"Just remember your promise," she said one last time reminding me.

"Just remember yours," I shot right back at her, and then headed outside to move my car.

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I sat quietly downstairs in my bedroom, the kitchen area above me. After a while, I heard the back screen door opening and then closing. "Shirley?"

I glanced at my watch, Michelle was a good five or six minutes earlier than I'd actually expected her, which meant that she'd had to have broken a few speeding laws in getting here. "Good, that mean's she's anxious, possibly even horny too!" I thought.

"Up here! In the bedroom!" Came mom's reply.

I then heard the sound of Michelle's footsteps crossing through the kitchen area and then into the living room as she headed up towards the stairs.

"Ten more minutes," I thought to myself, the envelope with the photo's I had taken sitting next to me on the bed. I was already hard, half tempted to stroke it a little, but refrained from doing so. With any luck, I'd soon feel the two of them doing that together!

Ten minutes seemed like an eternity as I sat there, but as I counted down the last few seconds, I snatched up the envelope and quietly made my way upstairs towards the living room. I stood for a moment listening, heard a giggle along with a pleasured sigh, and smiled. If mom did what I'd told her to do, she'd be lying on her back at that very moment with Michelle happily lying between her legs eating her when I came in. The moment I opened the door, mom would of course feign surprise, shock, alarm, and then it would be all up to me after that.

It couldn't have worked out any more perfectly, because that's exactly the way that it happened. I had managed to get all the way to the door, stood listening for a moment wanting to make sure they were in fact doing just that, which upon hearing mom through the door, knew they were doing.

"Oh fuck that feels good!" Mom moaned pleasurably, and somewhat surprisingly, I think she really meant it too by the way she said it, even though she knew I'd soon be coming through that very door.

"I love licking your pussy," Michelle managed to mouth into her continuing to do so, just as I walked in.

"I can see that!" I said from behind, watching the two of them suddenly scrambling, which was pretty amusing at first, the wild eyed look on Michelle's face as she spun around on the bed facing me, grabbing for sheets that wouldn't quite come away in her hand the way that she hoped for, finally giving up, using her arms and hands instead by way of trying to cover herself, neither of which she succeeded very well in doing. And though my mother's face didn't hold quite the same look of surprise and alarm that she'd actually shown me the night before, she was nevertheless just as equally convincing.

"Jake? What are you doing home?" she cried out in alarm.

"Oh my God!" Michelle added to that, shaking her head looking as though she was about to burst out in tears. "Jake...it's not what you think," she began wildly, as though whatever she had to say to me would convince me otherwise.

"Oh? It's not? And what about yesterday?" I tossed out. As they say, for a moment there, you could have heard a pin drop.

"What?" Michelle allowed, now looking even more stunned than ever, which is when I then told my fabricated story, seeing them through the window, about taking the photos, overhearing the phone call and deciding to wait until she'd shown up, parking my car down the street, waiting for the two of them before coming up stairs with the photos, which I then dumped out onto the bed so that each of them could see what I had, and how clearly I had them.

"Oh my God!" Michelle did start crying then as mom went into her promised role, acting fearful, begging me not to say anything to Darrel about this, promising to do whatever I asked of her if I promised not to.

"Anything?" I tossed out though my gaze was currently directed towards Michelle. "What about you?" I then said looking at her as she stared back at me for a moment, then turning her head to look at my mother.

"Please Jake, leave Michelle out of this, I'll do whatever you tell me to do, just as long as you don't say or do anything to hurt her."




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That wasn't part of the plan, and I knew it was mom's one and only attempt to try and get Michelle clear of this if she could without coming out and telling her to simply walk away. But if anything, it helped rather than hindered, as Michelle bolstered her own courage to stand by her friend.

"Whatever you want," Michelle said looking towards me. "Just as long as you promise not to say anything to Jeff or to Darrel about any of this!"

Michelle certainly knew of course the animosity and friction that existed between us, so my very real threat to expose all of this to him was even more serious than my exposing her to her husband. Maybe he might eventually accept what she'd been up to, perhaps in a weird sort of way, even condone it, encourage it, want to see it sometime for himself. But she also knew as my mother knew, that should Darrel ever hear about it, and then it would all be over with. And that...she definitely knew.

"I'll tell you what," I began sitting down on the edge of the bed. "I'll agree to keep this all hush hush and quiet, just as long as you two agree to get together with me every once in a while, or let me join the two of you whenever you are if I happen to be around. That's all I really want, just a little naughty pleasure, same as the two of you seem to want to enjoy and have together."

"But she's your mother!" Michelle actually tossed out, "You don't seriously expect her to..."

"It's alright Michelle," mom said calming her. "If you're willing to go along with this, so am I, even if Jake is my son." As she said that, she rolled out of bed, once again acting out the scenario just as we'd discussed it. If things were to get this far, she was to instigate the initial encounter, thus drawing Michelle along and into it with her.

Still somewhat stunned no doubt, Michelle sat there on the bed looking on as mom walked over to me, standing me back up from the bed and proceeded to undo my pants, eventually pulling them down, freeing my cock. I quickly pulled the tee shirt I was wearing up and over my head just as mother knelt down on the floor before me, mouthing and holding onto my rock-hard prick.

"Oh my God! I can't believe we're really doing this!" she exclaimed to no one in particular, then she too rolled off the bed and knelt on the floor beside mom, adding her tongue to my mother's as the two of them began licking and sucking me side-by-side. 

I allowed the two of them to lick and suck on me until I was about as hard as I could get, then I enticed them back onto the bed with me.

"Now what?" Michelle asked curiously as we climbed back onto the bed.

"Well what I'd enjoy doing, seeing and feeling, is fucking mom's hot wet cunt here while you lay beneath her and lick it while I am, and perhaps give me a few nice sucks every once in a while too while I'm doing that," I suggested lewdly.

"You ok with this?" Michelle asked my mother.

"Do we really have any choice?" she asked already positioning herself on the bed, but then added surprising us both. "Who knows Michelle, maybe we'll even enjoy it ourselves!"

I almost laughed, but held it in as Michelle gave my mother a crazy look, though she simply scooted beneath her at that point as I in turn took up position behind mom placing the head of my prick against, but not in my mother's cunt.

"You get to do the honors," I told Michelle. "Go ahead, help me fuck my mother!"

#

It was interesting, seeing Michelle's hand suddenly snaking up between us, grasping my rock-hard prick, and begin to rub it up and down and against my mother's hot slick cunt. The fact that she was, said something as well, there was no hiding her obvious arousal at this point, something that Michelle though slowly, eventually came around to, soon obviously enjoying it as she actually masturbated her own friend with her son's cock, all the while licking and sucking that very same pussy while doing so.

"Put it in!" Mom told her friend when she simply couldn't stand it anymore, and was in fact highly aroused by this time and in need of a nice hard cock filling her cunt.

And Michelle did, guiding it in, pressing it home before I finally took over and allowed the last few inches or so to bury themselves in as deeply as I could. I began slow-motion fucking mom's nice wet pussy, listening as I did so, and even occasionally feeling it as Michelle went to work on mom's clit, the sound of her lips sucking, her tongue flicking, and even the playfulness of her fingers dancing around the two of us as she did so.

And of course, it was only natural at that point that mom now leaned over and began giving Michelle's sweet hot pussy an equally pleasurable dance of the tongue.

Periodically, I felt Michelle reach for and then remove my prick from mom's cunt, licking it, cleaning off mom's sweet sticky juices with her mouth before reinserting it, and going at it again.

"Let's switch, I'd like to do that myself," Mom said suddenly. I was soon fucking Michelle's cunt while mom licked it, and occasionally then also licking me. Unlike the night before, I was managing a little better control, though I had stopped a time or two in order to collect myself or I would have been spewing a fountain of cum all over the two of them, and I wasn't quite ready or willing to do that just yet.

"Ok," I said easing out of Michelle's cunt just before I did. "Now, let's see some nasty naughty girl-girl stuff just between the two of you," I said directing them.

"Like what?" Mom asked curiously.

"Oh, how about some breast fucking for starters," I asked hopefully. "I'd really enjoy seeing that!"

To my surprise, neither one of them had even thought about, or considered doing that before now. They even smiled at one another thinking about it, and then quickly positioned themselves, with Michelle going first, mom on her back legs spread while I knelt between them taking Michelle's tit in my hand, placing it against my mother's clit and began rubbing it back and forth, nipple to clit, nipple to clit, over and over again.

"Damn! That's nice!" Mom actually giggled pleasurably, as did Michelle as I delighted myself with the feel of her breasts in my hand, but also with the knowledge that I was masturbating my own mother's cunt with her best friend's breast.

And as I did that, Michelle reached over, once again grasping my cock and began playing with it, quite delightedly so, though she again spoke when doing it. "You really do promise not to reveal any of this to anyone she asked. Not ever?"

"I promise," I said honestly, enjoying the feel of her hand on me as she continued stroking my prick, just as I continued masturbating my mother's cunt with her friend's tit.

"God Shirley! I still can't believe we're doing this," she added excitedly however. "And I know this is going to sound really strange, especially coming from me, but damn it feels good to actually be doing something like this, you know how Jeff is, wham bam thank you mam and it's over!"

"Yeah, I know the feeling, if I even get that much," Mom moaned back at her enjoying the sensations her friends hard little nipple was giving her, even though it was my hand that was rubbing it against her.

"It just feels so...so...wicked!" she actually grinned then.

"Oh yeah, just like this does," mom said as she began to climax, the sound of her first pleasures filling the room.

#

Even I had to admit to being exhausted by the time Michelle left in order to fix dinner for her husband, but the wicked horniness I still felt wasn't. 

"Just wear your bathrobe, if you're going to wear anything at all," I had told my mother. 

"Why?"

"Because we're not done yet," I told her plain and simply. "There's still a few things I've been thinking about, stuff I've fantasized about before that I might like to see or do yet."

I saw the nervous, excited flush spread across her face, maybe she had thought that after everything we'd done that that would be it, but in telling her what I did, she knew now that it wasn't, and by the look on her face, I could already tell she wasn't all that disappointed in hearing that, especially when she just threw her robe on and went down stairs into the kitchen to begin preparing something for dinner.

After taking a shower I came into the kitchen while she sat cutting up some vegetables for the salad she was preparing. Knowing she was still obviously naked beneath her robe suddenly began to arouse me as I sat there watching her.

"What?" she said looking at me, though she smiled when she realized I was literally staring at her.

"Open your robe so I can see your tits," I told her. She blushed furiously, which was erotic to see as I knew she was still struggling with this on the one hand, yet undeniably excited on the other, even if she wasn't willing to verbally admit it, just her actions were enough as she quickly undid the sash keeping her robe closed, allowing it to open now as she sat there and went back to chopping up some celery.

Feeling my cock stiffen, I soon unzipped my Levi's fishing it out and began petting myself as I sat there. It didn't take long for her to notice the subtle movement of my hand beneath the table as I sat across from her.

"Are you doing what I think you're doing?" she asked inquisitively, somewhat surprised that I actually was, but as I merely smiled at her, answering her question, she grinned at that, though continued on with her preparations as I sat there taking in her exposed breasts which I now noticed had twin hard little nipples now protruding away from them.

"You know what kind of salad I think you should make?" I then asked still stroking my cock even more obviously now.

"No, what?"

"A cunt-cumber salad."

"What kind of salad?" she asked, but she'd heard me, her face suddenly beet red as I grinned wickedly at her.

"See that cucumber?"

"You can't be serious."

"Oh but mother, I am! I am! And don't you think it has a nicely thick shape and length to it?" I asked her as she actually picked it up as though hypnotized by my suggestion. "Go ahead, try it," I urged.

Hesitantly at first, she held the cucumber in hand, and then placed it between her legs beneath the table. Wanting to see this, I stood, and in doing so revealed to her my hard stiff erection that was already dripping with precum, which had bubbled out on the end of my dick.

"Scoot your chair back so that I can see."

She quickly did so, the fat green prick sticking out of her pussy looking wonderfully obscene as she slid back across the floor revealing herself to me as I stood there. 

"That's it, now fuck yourself with it while I watch you."

"I can't believe you're making me do this," she breathed deeply though her hand began moving the cucumber in and out of herself while she sat there. But the truth was, I wasn't making her do anything, I had merely suggested it, but as I stood there, I realized that she was obviously more than willing to do so as long as she perceived that she was being forced to do so, and thus could do it, and even enjoy it as long as felt like she had no real choice in the matter.

"Feel good?" I then asked, watching her as she nodded her head yes without verbally admitting it. "Looks good too!" I stated smiling to myself as she lifted one hand up towards her breast, tweaking her own nipple. "Now try the carrot."

This time she didn't even hesitate, slipping out the now sticky coated cucumber that was already heavily smeared with her juices and exchanged that with the skinned, fat-sized carrot which she now slipped inside herself and began masturbating with that.

"Oh yeah, that's hot," I said grinning at her, walking over to stand in front of her now, still working my own cock up and down, leaning over just enough to rub the head of it across one of her breasts, smearing her nipple with my juices, and then watching her as she immediately fingered it, once again pleasuring her nipple though using my own slick lubrications to do so with.

Even I had to admit, this was becoming even more wickedly erotic than I had imagined it might be when we'd started out, and by the look and expression on my own mother's face as she sat there pleasuring herself with the carrot, fingering her breast, she was feeling it too.

"Try some of the lettuce against your clit," I now urged her. Her eyes lit up at that one though she looked somewhat confused.

"Huh?"

"You heard me," I said a bit forcefully, not wanting her to get cold feet about doing this now. "Take some lettuce, pat your clit, your lips with it, and use the cucumber again too," I instructed her, giving her a reason to do so as she obviously had enjoyed the feel of the cucumber she'd been using even more so than the carrot.

I think she surprised herself, as well as me, as she began doing so, finding the sensation of the green-leaf lettuce rubbed against her clit to be as decadently enjoyable as it was. She shredded several large sections of it, using them all in this way, and then added them to the bowl as I instructed.

"Ah yes, our cunt-cumber salads coming along just fine now," I teased her. "Try some of the miniature tomatoes now, rub them up and down your split, get them all nice and creamy and then add them to the lettuce."

It was easier now. Whatever I told her to do, she did. And I could also see as she did it, she was getting more and more aroused, as well as closer and closer towards orgasm. All that remained was the cucumber as she sat there pummeling her cunt furiously with it now, though occasionally leaning forward to wrap her lips around the head of my dick while doing so.

"Come on it!" I soon urged her, hearing the sound of her excited breath starting to pant, her moans getting deeper, throatier as she neared ever closer and closer towards climax. Her fingers were now twirling her clit furiously as she fucked herself with the cumber, until she suddenly screamed out her delight, her orgasm seizing her, taking control. I waited until she'd calmed down once again collecting herself, smiling as her eyes met mine.

"Very nice, now slice it up and put it in the bowl."

We added some croutons along with the sliced carrot peelings to the mixture. "Still can't believe you made me do this," she said a moment or two later, though she tossed her salad happily, mixing it all together.

"Ready to add the dressing?"

This time her face really did light up when she looked at me, realizing what I was suggesting. But without saying another word, she reached out grasping my still very hard cock and began jacking it, holding it over the now nicely tossed salad.

Having watched her fucking and playing with herself for as long as I had been, I knew that when I came, I would add a considerable amount of special dressing to the salad, which I soon did. Gleefully, mom continued jerking me, giggling even as she directed the spray of spunk spurting from my prick across the top of the salad until it had a pretty nice coating sticking to it. She even shook it off, ensuring the last little driblet of my spending was included.

"Damn," she said half laughing, shaking her head as she sat admiring her creation.

"What?"

"Such a waste!"

"I don't think you wasted a thing," I said pleasurably only then stepping back to admire her handy work.

"Not you, the salad!" she laughed looking at our creation together.

I then confused her further, tearing off a strip of saran wrap covering the bowl, placing it inside the refrigerator.

"What are you doing?"

"Didn't you tell me that Darrel rarely if ever goes down on you, and even then, only long enough to ensure that he's going to get a bit of a blowjob out of it himself?"

"Yeah? So?"

"Well?"

"Oh my God Jake, you can't be thinking what I think you're thinking!" she said genuinely aghast at what I was intimating here. 

"Just think of it as a naughty little way to get back at him a little," I pressed. "You know how much Darrel loves eating salad, so now...you can delight in the fact that he's finally really eaten your pussy, whether he knows it or not."

"But the...but the..."

"Just add a little ranch to it. He'll never even know."

#

I don't know if she actually served it to him or not. I didn't stick around for dinner on Sunday evening after Darrel came home for his trip, though Monday morning I noticed the Salad was no longer in the fridge. Mom came down into the kitchen just before I headed out for school, though once again only having a couple of classes that I had to attend before heading off to work that afternoon myself.

"How was dinner?" I asked.

She just smiled without elaborating. "You're going to be late," she said still standing there grinning at me.

I don't know if she did, or she didn't, but I wish I'd been there on the one hand just in case she had.

"Oh, by the way, Darrel told me that Karen is coming down for the long weekend next Friday," she informed me.

"Oh wonderful," I said sarcastically. The odd thing was, I actually did like her a little, and by the way she often teased or flirted with me, I got the impression she didn't mind being around me either, though she still had an uppity side to her that she continued to express, letting me know as she did so that she still thought herself more important and better than I was. The fact that she enjoyed showing her body off at me whenever she could get away with it, and knowing or rather thinking that I would never actually do anything about it, had been a slightly annoying little game she loved playing with me. As I headed off to school, I began thinking how I could turn the tables on her, and smiled inwardly as I began to formulate a plan.

#

By the time the weekend drew near, I had already gotten a few things in place, all that was required now was a little luck in bringing everything together, along with tempting her into doing what I hope I could get her to do in order to make everything work. There was certainly an element of risk involved, not to mention needing to get Darrel out of the way at some point in order to do so. But as luck would have it, that opportunity came when Darrel came home Friday waving two tickets for a Saturday baseball game he'd been given at work. As neither my mother nor myself enjoyed baseball, though even if I had, I'd have been the last person in the world he'd want to take to the game, Darrel had in fact already invited a co-worker to go with him that evening.

I knew then that this might be the one and only opportunity I had to try and pull this off if I could, so immediately set up my little trap in hopes that Karen's usual snoopiness would pay off.

I had learned from some of her previous visits that she had indeed gone through my stuff, finding my stash of porn magazines along with several DVD's that I also had, all of which Darrel had specifically forbidden to have in his house. Interesting enough that I still had them anyway, but even more so that his own daughter obviously enjoyed watching porn too as I'd discovered my DVD's had been gone through, and had even located one that was missing out of its box still sitting inside the player which was hooked up to the TV in the guest room where she always stayed.

I had purposely gone out and bought several new ones with a wide range of various choices, not entirely sure what it was she enjoyed seeing, but wanting to ensure that I had something that would make her curious enough, and thus tempted to borrow one from me to watch when she was reasonably confident she could do so secretly when I wasn't around to be aware of it, not to mention her own father which was now no longer a problem with his going to the game on Saturday evening.

I had let it be known that morning that I had been called into work, though I had already scheduled the entire weekend off, with the hopes that Karen would indeed busy herself with snooping through my bedroom once she was assured she could safely do so with both her father and myself out of the way. The tricky part, though even that really wasn't, was informing my mother that I needed her to go out and do some shopping herself for a couple of hours, though the reason for that I explained would be given to her later on that evening. 




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Once again I had driven my car down the block, parked it, and then made my way back to the house. The problem this time however, was the fact I couldn't hide out in my own room as it was obviously my hope that Karen would take the time, finding herself all alone to get bored, and once again curious enough to poke through my room. But what I had done, was unlatch the window to the laundry room, slipping through it which was just down the hall from the two bedrooms that Karen and I occupied. And though it was a small risk to hide out in there, I was reasonably sure that Karen wouldn't have need for going in there, and thus crouched behind the door quietly, hopefully and waited.

Thankfully, I didn't have to wait very long either, though I had heard her bustling about upstairs shortly after slipping in through the window. Eventually I heard her coming down the stairs and knowing that my room was the first one she would pass by before entering her room, sat there waiting and listening. Sure enough, she only took a few steps more once she had reached the bottom of the stairs. I heard her open the door, go inside my room and within seconds after that could hear her rummaging through my porn tapes where I normally hid them, and hoped she would find something she found interesting and wanted to watch.

Moments later I heard her leave my room, closing the door, and then take the few additional steps to her room going inside. Once again the door closed, and I heard the faint familiar 'click' of the idiotic door lock being turned as I sat there smiling to myself, my pick for that lock already in hand.

Now came the fun part. Earlier that week, I had already hooked up two of my video cameras hiding each of them in the air vents of her bedroom, one facing directly towards the bed, and the other on the sidewall. I could by a simple switch on my remote, go from camera to camera, recording whatever I found there, playing it live back to myself as I sat there watching her. The first thing I noticed was that she indeed had a couple of my porn movies and sat on the edge of the bed trying to decide which one of the two she was interested in watching first. Zooming in briefly, I saw that she'd selected an all girl "Fuck Fest" as it was labeled, which surprised me as I'd almost not selected that one, only having done so just in case. I watched her turn on the TV, put the DVD into the player, and then immediately disrobe, making herself comfortable on the bed. Also to my delight, she reached underneath her pillow and produced what was obviously a vibrator, that had a slight bend at the end but which still looked a lot like a fat pink cock.

She sat it aside for the moment however as the movie began playing, content to watch for a moment, though her hand began massaging her breast as she did so, soon after allowing her fingers to begin exploring herself down between her legs.

Karen's tits weren't nearly as large as my mother's let alone Michelle's, but they were certainly well rounded, "perky" with two very nice pink tipped nipples capping each one. And though she wasn't entirely shaved, Karen had the briefest bit of closely cropped pubic hair just sitting above her mound, which she toyed with briefly for a moment before finally allowing her fingers to gently probe her widespread opening as she lay back upon the bed watching the movie.

I was grinning openly to myself, Darrel would have a conniption fit if he was ever to discover his precious innocent little girl was even remotely interested in watching porn, let alone doing what she was doing to herself now. Aside from the fact he'd probably kill me as well, I was gambling on the fact that he'd be just as equally upset with his own daughter as I along with my own mother knew, that he thought her still to be all sweet and innocent, which is exactly the way she acted as well as dressed whenever she was around him.

"Oh if he could only see what it is you're doing now!" I thought to myself, watching as Karen finally picked up the vibrator and began teasing her clit and pussy lips with it as she held open her cunt and began playing with it.

On screen, a woman was doing something quite similar to herself on the bed she was laying on when her girlfriend/room-mate stepped into the bedroom fresh out of the shower.

"Hmm, that's nice, when did you get that one?" The young hot vixen asked coming over to sit down on the edge of the bed beside her girlfriend, placing her hand on the toy, taking over, and began using it to fuck her friend with, just as I now watched Karen doing, once again caressing one of her breasts while slow-fucking herself with the life-like looking penis.

I watched with additional interest as she took a small section of her long blond hair and used it to further stimulate her own breast and nipple with, massaging and caressing her tit with the silky smooth softness all the while still working her own cunt with the vibrator, her eyes glued to the TV, now watching the two girls as they curled up into a little ball together licking one another's cunts.

"Oh God I wish someone was licking my cunt right now!" Karen spoke aloud to herself.

It couldn't have been any more perfect had I of planned it myself. Hearing what she'd just said, having already quietly unlocked the door as I stood outside her bedroom, I quickly pocketed my mini video viewer though aware of the fact she was still being recorded, and entered her bedroom.

"Be more than happy to help you with that," I said scaring the hell out of her when I did.

Funny how people can jump, or scramble stupidly for a moment while trying to collect their wits about them. Karen was no exception, clawing desperately, briefly for the covers which remained tucked too tightly beneath her, giving up, grabbing the spare pillow instead, using it to cover herself with as I stood watching her.

"Wha...what are you doing home?" she stammered obviously embarrassed.

"It was slow, so they sent me home," I lied. "Thought I heard one of my dirty movies playing when I came down to my room," I said continuing to lie to her. "Pretty good one though isn't it?" I added glancing over towards the TV, forcing her head over to look at it, seeing the two girls still all wrapped up together. I almost laughed when she searched briefly for the remote, realizing she'd left it sitting next to the TV. She sat up still holding the pillow against her breasts and leaned over reaching for it.

"Not yet! You'll miss the best part!" I exclaimed, freezing her in place for a moment, a look of bewilderment etched within her face as she first looked back towards me, and then back towards the TV screen. Once again, it couldn't have been any more perfect had I choreographed it myself. Suddenly the door to the girl's bedroom opens, and the boyfriend walks in, catching his girlfriend busily eating out her friend's cunt. Of course, he's not the least bit mad or upset with her, calmly reaches down, pulling off the convenient pair of sweat pants he'd been wearing, revealing the fact he's already got a nice stiff erection.

And it was at that very moment that the toy that Karen had shoved deeply inside herself, chose at that very moment to slip out of her pussy, busily and happily humming about on the bed. She quickly snatched it up, turning the offending thing off, blushing furiously.

"The offer still stands," I said simply staring at her. "I'd love to lick your pussy for you, all you have to do is ask, but if you send me away, I won't offer to do so again either."

She looked like she was on the verge of tossing me out of her room, but my comment had stopped her cold, once again confusing her perhaps, but just enough so that she stopped herself from yelling at me to get out.

"Oh, so if I suddenly changed my mind, you're telling me you wouldn't be interested after that?"

"It's sort of a onetime offer yes," I said easily. "Since we happen to be alone at the moment, it's probably the only time we even will have, but if you're not interested, then I'll go, but if you tell me no, meaning that you're not interested, then unfortunately my answer will be no to you later on as well even if you decide that you are. So Karen...what's it to be? You want me to leave, just say so, you want me to lick your pussy, then...spread your legs."

She sat for a moment actually thinking about it, but I was almost ready to put my money down on her asking me to leave. That's just how she was most of the time, doing things in spite of herself, just to have it her own way, when and how she wanted things, not how anyone else did. Except this time of course, which is the only alternative I had given her.

I turned however, forcing the issue, making out like I was leaving the room.

"No! Wait!" she actually called out at me, stopping me in my tracks as I turned once again facing her. To my delight and surprise, the pillow came down, revealing her breasts, and as it did so, she spread her legs bending them at the knee expectantly.

"Does this answer your question?"

I quickly slithered up onto the bed positioning myself between her legs. Moments later, I was sucking and licking her cunt, twirling her clit around between my lips until she was climbing the walls, one glorious orgasm after another.

I had always known that Karen liked me, far more than she was ever willing to admit or let on, but as her father was married to my mother, up until now there wasn't a whole lot we could really do about it either, so she'd settled for flirting with me, teasing me unmercifully as that was the only way she felt like she could do it, and still keep me interested, but at bay, until now.

"Fuck me! Fuck me! She said soon after that, which I did, reminding myself to edit the tape later on. 

#

And just as I'd thought, the rest of the weekend didn't allow either one of us to do anything else again either. Darrel was mostly around, wanting to spend time with his daughter being a good and caring daddy, which for the first time as I saw and realized it, actually more irritated Karen than pleased her, especially when she tried desperately to do something else with me again, though the opportunity never again presented itself before she had to leave and head back.

It would be sometime before Karen came back for another weekend visit, but I was fairly confident that the next time she did, things would be a hell of a lot different between us. Little did I know at the time just how different things really would be, or how they would suddenly and so drastically change quite unexpectedly.

#

A couple of weeks had gone by, things had settled back into some semblance of normalcy, though I did enjoy another mid-day romp with both mom and Michelle, once again experimenting and having fun as wickedly as it was possible to do with the two of them, something they both suddenly looked forward to with abandon. And...I had even managed to videotape one of our little get togethers one afternoon without either one of them being aware of it.

Later that afternoon I had gone down to secret away the video I'd managed to record of it, sticking it along with the one I'd taken of Karen for safe keeping, and noticed when I did so that my other secretly hidden away stash of dirty movies had in fact been disturbed, and that...I found interesting.

I knew without any doubt that mom never came into my room, nor would she snoop around through my stuff the way I'd discovered Karen loved doing. The fact that I had quite carefully placed my stash of x-rated movies in a certain order in a certain position that once disturbed would alert me they'd been gone through, I had to come to the realization that good old Darrel was one fucking hypocrite. Only now, I needed to prove it, and better yet, get something even better on him, far better than just revealing the fact he enjoyed watching a dirty movie now and then just like everyone else.

Once again, an idea came to me, but this was the riskiest thing I'd thought about doing yet, and I also knew it would take a lot of patience and careful planning if there was to be any hope of pulling this one off.

The first thing I did, was to once again set up my porn stash to see if his going through it had been an anomaly, a one time thing and that perhaps he wouldn't do so, or go through it again. A week later, he had, and I had also managed to pin it down to the night that he had, which was also very useful and beneficial to me as it was the one night of the week that mom and Michelle went out to dinner or a movie together, and when I of course had also been at work myself. Now armed with that bit of info, I waited once again for the following week, and sure enough, good old Darrel had gone through my movies again, same night, and this time I was prepared for him, even going so far as to record his private little moment alone with himself, though I was somewhat disappointed that he didn't actually jerk off, though it was very obvious he did have an erection as he stood, ejecting the movie once he'd finished watching it. Now at least, I was reasonably certain that the following week he would do so again, and this time when he did, I'd have a big surprise for him, a really big surprise for him.

#

I had in fact edited the DVD. Placing it inside a cover labeled simply "Karen" and then hid it beneath one or two other movies. There was only one place that I knew Darrel would certainly enjoy watching his movies from as he had already proven by doing, and that was in the den on his new giant-sized flat screen TV. I had already prepared well ahead of time, once again hiding my own video cameras safely within the room, the remote operational clear down inside my own bedroom where I could safely monitor everything he did, and everything that went on from there. After mom had left to go out with Michelle, I too left for work, doubling back shortly, and then waited secretly outside my own window, watching for the light to turn on, which it soon did, and then saw Darrel as he went immediately over to my secret stash of movies, a big grin on his face as he picked them up and began thumbing through them, that was...until he discovered the DVD with the cover marked "Karen" on it. For a moment, I wondered if he'd actually take it, or find the thought of what he mind find there to be too disgusting to even contemplate. I guess I should have known better as he took it, and it alone back upstairs to the den with him.

#

The entire movie was just under thirty minutes, after I had edited out anything having to do with just the two of us of course. And I sat there watching him watching it, video taping him doing so the entire time of course, which in the beginning as I did so, had me wondering if I hadn't finally made a big mistake in having done so. At first, his expression was one of shock, even anger as he sat watching his own daughter pleasuring herself. Twice I saw him reach for the remote, wondering if he was about to turn it off, though both times he sat back, continuing to watch it anyway. When it was finished, I prepared myself to exit back out through the window in the event he removed the tape, though even then I wasn't sure if he was planning on returning it, or confronting me with having it in the first place. A paradox for him I am sure, as then he'd also have to explain what he was doing watching it in the first place, along with the others, which I'd also been smart, enough to get him on tape doing.

What I didn't really expect is what happened next. Though Darrel stood up and moved back to the TV, he reset the DVD in the player, and began watching it again, only this time, I watched and thus video recorded him as he slid off his slacks, settled down comfortably in his seat and began watching the video, all the while jerking himself off while doing so, something he had not done before, though I had managed to at least show him as being aroused.

"Oh this is great!" I said capturing every minute detail on disk, even splitting the screen at times to show him jerking off, and also showing what it was he was jerking off too. Which got even better when he continued to do so, starting the movie up from the very beginning, watching it yet a third time now, as he continued to sit there playing with himself.

As the DVD neared the end just before I had come into the room, though I had added a bit more footage to it where I was out of the scene, and where it looked like Karen was just doing some additional odd stuff to herself, when I wasn't involved, I watched Darrel suddenly stand up, cock in hand, fisting it furiously as he walked over to stand in front of his giant sized TV screen. Fascinated, I watched even more closely as he stood there, fisting himself, pleased that I had caught and edited one portion of the movie when Karen had teased me by sucking off the vibrator, though at the moment there was no way of knowing that of course, it simply looked like she was getting off on doing it, opening her mouth for a supposed squirt that never came on film, though indeed I had done so when we'd actually been together.

It was here that Darrel paused the movie. His daughter, mouth wide open, one hand buried deeply between her legs, the other pulling hard on one of her very aroused extended nipples. I watched then as he approached the TV screen, now furiously pumping his cock until he began to spurt, his spunk flying out, hitting the screen exactly where his daughter's mouth was. I watched almost in horror with a bit of amusement thrown in, as Darrel stood there, smearing his daughter's face, though it was really the TV screen itself which he stood rubbing against, spreading several thick gobs of his semen across her frozen open mouth, then downwards along her neck, finally to her breasts, in particular the one she held in her hand, pinched nipple and all, and rubbed himself there giggling like a mad-man the entire time.

"Oh my God! Did I just get all that on disk?" I asked myself excitedly, because I knew then that I had.

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What I now had, I honestly considered only using as an insurance policy, if and when the day ever came when I might actually have to use it to threaten him with. To do so now, using it against him for something frivolous would have been stupid on my part.

And this, the original, along with my other originals, I now had locked up in a safety deposit box, though I certainly had other copies which I kept in an entirely different place, almost as safe and secure as those were.

#

I continued to monitor, occasionally recording Darrel, and was amused to find that he quite often now borrowed two tapes, which he always returned, always watching the tape of his daughter, saving it for last, sometimes squirting on her like he had done the first time, though not always, still giving me a bigger and better insurance policy that I could use against him if and when I ever felt a reason for doing so.

In the meantime, I went about enjoying my new pleasures, which still included from time to time my own mother whenever the whim or the mood struck me, or for that matter...whenever hers did, which happened more often than not.

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It was a week before thanksgiving and I knew that my stepsister would be coming down for the weekend for another long visit. And that I was actually looking forward to it when she did. Still half asleep I lay there in bed, and felt more than heard my bedroom door opening. I knew it was mom, as Darrel was once again off on business and not expected to return until late Sunday evening. The sound of soft footsteps crossing towards my bed alerted me to the fact that mom was in the mood for doing something, which was confirmed a few moments later as I felt the soft press of her mouth suddenly engulf and surround my semi-flaccid prick.

"Good morning," I said contentedly feeling my prick suddenly being lavished with the sweetness of mom's lips surrounding it, softly sucking me.




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She didn't answer however, continuing to suck my prick until it was fully hard before finally removing her mouth from it, though continuing to lick me now instead.

"I need to tell you something," she said though she immediately went back to sucking me firmly. Obviously, whatever it was she needed or wanted to tell me could wait, so I did, enjoying the sensation of my mother's mouth until I soon felt the release begin, the first intense ejaculations of my spunk soon filling her mouth.

Afterwards I sat up in bed, mom still contentedly sitting next to me licking her lips and smiling.

"Nice wake up, but that's not really why you're here now is it?" I asked.

"Not entirely, no. I really did want to tell you something, but when I came in, I saw your semi-hard prick, I couldn't help myself."

I laughed at that, mom had indeed changed so much over the past few months, she was happier than she had been in a very long time, though her demeanor still changed whenever Darrel was around I noticed.

"So tell me, what's going on then?" I asked curiously.

"I wanted to tell you that I've decided to leave Darrel," she said simply, though there was a look of worry that had now formed across her face.

I knew how tough that decision must have been for her, with the prenuptial agreement that Darrel had in place, it would leave mom financially strapped as she had very little in the way of personal assets, and would get nothing by way of support from Darrel if she was the one to divorce him without cause. I didn't need to discuss the obvious with her, we had already spoken at length about it long before now. But before now, there wasn't much I could do about helping her either.

"If that's what you've really decided to do mom, I think I'm in a position to help you with that, but I need your help too. And I need you to be patient about saying anything to Darrel about this until everything is ready. Can you do that for me? For yourself?" I asked.

Her worried look now turned to one of curiosity. "Sure, what is it you need me to do?" she asked me.

"Well for starters, I want to show you a video, but you're going to need to remain calm about it even after you see it. I've been saving it in the event that something like this happened, sort of an insurance policy of sorts," I told her still being cautiously mysterious about it. "And then after that, I'll tell you what we're going to do, and how we're going to do it, with the help of someone else being involved, who doesn't even know that they will be."

I soon after showed her a copy of the video I had of Darrel. By the look on her face after she had watched it all, she didn't even look that surprised.

"I hate stating the obvious," she began. "But as perverse as that may have looked on screen, it's not much different than what you and I have been doing for real," she said still somewhat confused on how this was going to help her much.

"That may be so," I admitted, "but the difference is, he doesn't know anything about us, or what we do know about him, and I also agree with you that the movie in and of itself may or may not be enough to accomplish what we want to do, which is why I have another plan that I'll need your help with. With that, I do believe we'll have more than enough documentation to ensure you won't be left out in the cold when you file for divorce."

Now mom took a renewed interest in what I had to say.

"I'm in, so tell me...what do we need to do?"

#

Before we could do anything we needed to wait for the following holiday weekend when Karen came for a visit. Mom was still skeptical about involving Karen, even though she would be initially unaware of her involvement, and would remain so if everything went according to plan. 

And I was aware of course, that Michelle was still involved in holding what was referred to as adult toy parties for women, mom frequently went whenever Michelle had booked a party, buying several toys herself though she had done so without Darrel's knowledge of it.

Mom had once shared with me that she and Karen had in fact had several conversations regarding these parties, had even attended one herself though without her father's knowledge of it, and had purchased a small inexpensive vibrator for herself, which now explained the one I had video-taped her using.

"So here's the story you're going to tell her," I began. "You inform her that you're considering going into this business with Michelle, expanding it so to speak, but before you're willing to do that, you need to get a better feel for which products are more likely to sell better to make your investment worthwhile."

"Go on," mom said sounding interested, but still hesitant about how this was actually going to work.

"Well, that's when you tell Karen that you'd like her to help you by giving you an honest evaluation about some of the toys, how they feel, what they do...etc. We plan it on a night when you and I are scheduled to be out, but you inform Karen that you need the results back on the following day as you'll need to make some sort of inventory purchase commitment, so her opinions on what she enjoyed using will be very important. That way, we set her up to actually plan on masturbating for us, thus controlling the fact that she will be. The next step will be to ensure that Darrel finds out that she is, and with luck, let nature take its course afterwards, which we'll both be there to see and to record when he does."

There were a lot of ifs, a lot that had to happen and come together to pull this off. But the first obstacle was taken care of when Karen happily, and excitedly agreed to her role in this, though she had no idea at the time that she would be. I would be working of course, though the story was I'd be dropping my mother off at Michelle's for their weekly night out together, thus leaving Darrel home alone with his daughter. 

I had already placed and tested all the cameras and equipment we would be using. One camera facing the bed where Karen would be, another directed towards the window where I hoped Darrel would eventually be. Another was hidden away in the neighbor's hedge across from the bedroom window. I would be up on the garage roof looking down the driveway using a telephoto lens on my camera. Shirley would be parked in Jake's car just around the corner from the house monitoring and controlling the cameras and everything that was being recorded from there.

"So how do we get him to realize what she's doing, let alone watch her while she does?" Mom had asked.

"Well, that will require a bit of luck there," I had to admit. "But I'm also counting on the fact that he will know and be aware of the fact that she is and will be in her bedroom alone, and banking on his curiosity of that to lead him into doing what I think he will do once he sees her, and that's where you come in."

A lot had to happen. A lot of it was luck, but I was confident that things would turn out exactly the way I had planned them to do. The first thing was to ensure that Karen indeed had begun masturbating, pleased when shortly after we had left, that she began doing so, researching the numerous toys that mother had asked Karen to try out for her prior to purchasing many of them for resale.

"Ok, she's doing it," Mom said excitedly as she watched her step-daughter as she lay on her bed, beginning to experiment and pleasure herself with the wide selection of toys she had chosen.

"Good, now...go ahead and make the phone call to Darrel, call me back on my cell the moment you hang up with him," I reminded her. "So we can keep in contact with one another, while we're doing this."

The plan was for mom to call Darrel and tell him that she couldn't find her car keys inside her purse, and that chances were she had once again left them in her car, something that drove Darrel nuts when she'd done that before.

I waited patiently and then felt the phone vibrate alerting me to the fact that mom was calling me back.

"Well?"

"He should be coming outside any moment now," she told me. 

"There he is!" I whispered into the phone and watched as Darrel exited the back door walking around the side of the house heading towards the parked cars. Now came the luck part, hoping that Darrel would notice the single solitary light on, coming from Karen's room. I knew from past experience that all Darrel had to do was be curious enough to look, and he would immediately discover that he could and would indeed see very clearly into her room.

"He's stopping!" Mom spoke into the phone as she monitored his movements and actions through the video cameras.

"Shh," I whispered back to her. "It looks like he's taking the bait. Time to hang up now until afterwards," I said hanging up, picking up my camera with the hopes of getting some very revealing pictures.

Much to my delight, I watched as Darrel indeed stopped, glancing quickly about before walking over, and then bending over, peering over the top of the window looking in just as I had hoped that he would. It didn't take long for Darrel to discover what Karen was doing inside her own room, soon after positioning himself for a much better look while she was. But even more importantly, I now watched as Darrel unzipped his pants, soon after releasing his prick, and began stroking it. I smiled, zooming in on him with my telephoto lens and began taking picture after picture of him as the man sat there, watching his daughter masturbate while doing so himself.

The pictures I took couldn't have been any clearer. I'd even gotten one with Darrel's spunk flying out, hitting the window as he sat there jerking himself off. I also hoped that the videotape we'd eventually edit and put together would be as equally clear and revealing as I knew the photos would turn out to be.

Soon after that Darrel headed back inside the house after first checking Shirley's car, locating the keys she had purposely left inside before returning back into the house.

I quickly scampered down off the roof, then back out to the street to my car where mom sat waiting for me.

"If the video is even half as good as the pictures turned out, then I think we've got everything we're going to need," I told her after slipping back inside my car.

"Well from what I was able to see, we did. Though until we've actually had a chance to review the recordings..." she left off saying, and then noticed as she glanced down at the monitor that was still focused on Karen's bedroom where she still continued to lay there pleasuring herself. "Oh my God!" She announced suddenly. 

"What?" I asked excitedly.

"Unless I'm mistaken, that idiot just cracked open the door to Karen's room!" 

I couldn't help but laugh, "Good, and we're still recording all this too," I said zooming in on the door that was indeed partially open. "He must have picked the lock too, though it doesn't take a scientist to be able to do it either. But he's taking a real chance here in being discovered, especially if Karen glances back behind her, though at the moment, she appears obviously too busy to do that."

"You wanna hear something strange? Especially under the circumstances?"

"What?" I asked.

"Doing this, doing what we're doing is actually exciting, arousing me? Not seeing what Darrel's doing of course, certainly not that...but this, you and I sitting here in the car together recording all this."

"That's not so strange," I said agreeing with her, smiling. "I was just thinking the same thing, so yeah...I'm a little horny myself."

"Just a little?" Mom giggled reaching over to begin unzipping my pants.

"Well, a whole lot more now that you've said that," I told her, feeling the coolness of the night air suddenly envelope my exposed prick just before my mother's mouth did.

She had worn a simple pull over sweater, so lifting it up and over her breasts along with her bra, soon freeing them was relatively easy. I sighed with pure pleasure, molding her soft pliant breasts in my hands as she continued licking and sucking my very hard cock.

"Oh fuck, you'll never believe this."

"Now what?"

"Look, see for yourself," I told her.

Mom did so, now gazing into the small monitor that I held in my hand, still controlling it remotely as I now zoomed in towards the door.

"Is that what I think that it is?" Mom gasped in astonishment.

"Sure looks like it to me!" I mused laughing. "Too bad Karen doesn't see it, she's got the perfect opportunity to slam his prick in the door!"

We sat there watching with amused surprise at Darrel's boldness. As he had in fact stuck his prick through the small opening, pointing it towards the bed where his daughter continued to lay, pleasuring herself. Karen was in fact nearing the throes of her own orgasm in fact, the vibrating toy she was using, a rather expensive one with a rotating beaded shaft along with the various vibrations, including a clit stimulator was fully embedded deep inside her own cunt at the moment as she tossed her head from side to side wildly, just then tumbling over the edge of ecstasy, climaxing.

As we both sat there continuing to watch this, suddenly the prick, which was pointed through the small door opening, began to spew its load, most of it landing on the carpeting far short of the bed.

Shortly after the door closed again, with Karen being none the wiser concerning it, still basking in her own pleasured afterglow.

"Fuck me!" Mom said quite excitedly. "Fuck me hard and fast, right here in the car." She quickly slid out of her pants, tossing aside her well soaked panties as well, and then climbed on top of my stiff hard prick and began doing exactly that. Even the occasional passing car only enhanced the dangerous feel of excitement, the thrill of sitting just off the side of the house, fucking away like we were, the feeling wickedly decadent until we both soon after exploded simultaneously sharing one of the more intensely satisfying climaxes we'd ever had together.

#

I stayed up most of the following night editing the footage we had, more than pleased with the results as I watched it. In addition to that, the still photos, many of which I had blown up where even more revealing. After showing everything I had to mom, we decided not to approach Darrel with what we did have until after the holiday was over, and also only when Karen had left going back to her own dorm on campus.

For myself, I had enjoyed one quick very brief encounter with Karen just before she'd left, frustrated at never having any time alone with me, she had cornered me in the downstairs bathroom when I'd gone in to take a shower, even though Darrel and mom were upstairs at the time. I had just stepped out of the tub enclosure, spotting her there as she sat entirely naked on the toilet seat waiting for me to get out.

"I'll be heading back within the hour," she informed me. "But not before you give me a nice hard fuck before I leave."

I smiled, admitting to myself that there was a bit of irony in that. It may very well be the last time I was ever with her as mom would soon be informing Darrel she was indeed divorcing him, and with cause, which we would then show him and enjoy watching him squirm when doing so. And to be honest about it, I was really looking forward to that too.

I did feel a little guilty as I stepped behind my stepsister, slipping my cock deeply into her warm welcoming cunt. But only for a moment, and then the guilt became lust, pleasure and joy as I fucked her furiously, while she fucked me back just as furiously taking advantage of what would very possibly be our last time together, though she had no way of actually knowing that at the time.

#

Things went pretty much the way we'd expected them to. At first, Darrel was of course shocked, angry, and wildly erratic as he threatened the two of us, constantly reminding mom about the prenuptial agreement, until I finally got it through to him that what we had, we would thus use in court, breaking the prenuptial the way it was written, something we had also both discussed with mom's attorney. But in addition to that, I had also let it be known, that if I had to, if Darrel was still foolish enough to want to try and fight this without ensuring mom's financial stability and equal entitlements to their holdings and assets, that Darrel could expect each one of his clients to receive an interesting little DVD in the mail.

Not too surprisingly, mom soon after was granted her divorce along with a very reasonable settlement. But more importantly, Darrel was now and finally out of her life for good.

Several weeks went by, and then on a Friday evening as we sat down to watch a little TV together, I heard someone pulling into the drive. Peering out the window I realized it was Karen who had pulled in, though the car she was in wasn't the BMW she'd been given by her father.

"Who is it?" Mom asked.

"You'll never believe it, but it's Karen!" I told her already heading towards the door. She obviously was aware of the divorce of course, though not necessarily how it had all come about, or the real reasons behind it, or how my mother had finally obtained one so easily.

"Hey, what a surprise!" I said greeting her at the door. "Didn't expect to see you again anytime soon," I added, wondering at her reason for actually being here.

"Can I come in?" she asked somewhat meekly. "I need to ask you something," she said as I showed her in.

Mom stood in the living room. "Good, I'm glad you're here too," Karen said, though she walked over giving mom a friendly hug and a kiss upon seeing her.

"So, what's this all about?" I asked curiously.

"I think you already know, or at least I think you do," she began. "I already know that you must have had something on my father in order to be granted the divorce, and be given what you were in the settlement. One of the reasons dad had to take back the lease on my car, because he could no longer afford it. But that's not the reason why I'm even here, I need to confirm something, something I think I'm already aware of, but I need to know the truth of it, and I think you know just exactly what that truth really is."

The three of us soon after settled down on the couch. "Ever since just before Thanksgiving, dad had been acting really weird around me. He had even barged into the bathroom once when I was taking a shower, acting like he had every reason in the world to have done so, looking for his razor, acting like he was late for some damn meeting or something, and needing it, when I knew without any doubt that he'd gotten up much earlier than that, and had done so then as I'd heard him using it. So there was that just for one thing. But...there was another."

Mom and I looked over at one another expectantly as she continued.

"That night when you asked me to try out a few of those toys you were thinking about purchasing?"

She was blushing a little as she said it, glancing over towards me, but well aware that I now must have known about it as mom and I quite obviously didn't hold any secrets.

Mom acknowledged the evening of course, as did I.

"Well anyway, shortly after that I got up to take a shower and get ready for bed, which is when I reached for the door, and realized it was no longer locked."

"Stupid fuck," I thought to myself silently, realizing Darrel had forgotten to relock it before closing it.

"I know for a fact I had locked the door, especially since I'd be doing what I began doing shortly after that. But when I stepped back, thinking about it, I stepped in something, and looking down, examining my foot, I realized what it was that I had stepped in. At first, I wondered if you hadn't come into my room, intending to surprise me or something," she said admitting with a small smile on her face, though mom knew as I had certainly told her about the few experiences I had had with Karen, and not at all surprised by that either.




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"But then I remembered and realized it couldn't have been you, especially with dad just being upstairs at the time, which is when I suddenly realized, that it had to be him! When I thought about that, along with a few other things he'd been doing lately, it suddenly made sense to me. And then after the divorce, when he informed me that because of it I'd have to give up the car, as well as his paying for school, thus forcing me to move back home, I did...though at the time I still wasn't entirely sure about anything. But then night before last, I came home unexpectedly..." she faltered for a moment as mom reached over hugging her closely to her.

"Go on sweetie...tell us what happened."

"Well, I came in through the back door, but he obviously didn't hear me," she said. "And there he was, watching the TV, which was a video of me masturbating on the bed. I watched him as he walked over to it, actually licking the TV screen where my pussy was, as though he was actually licking me. Can you imagine that?" She said with an edge of pure disgust in her voice. "But then...but then he stood up, jacking himself off and came all over the picture of me on the TV which he'd paused, my mouth wide open as though I was expecting, wanting him to cum in my mouth."

The cat was certainly out of the bag at the moment, and I was entirely unsure of what I could even say.

Karen turned towards me. "Yes Jake, at first I was a little angry with you too, realizing that you must have made that recording, but after I watched it, saw it again, and realized what was really going on, I then realized why you did it, and the reason you had for doing it, and though you used me a little in doing it, I understood why. Anyway, it was at that moment that he turned, saw me standing there, his cum still running down the TV screen, he held out his hands towards me, begging me to forgive him for what I'd just witnessed, but then in the very same breath, telling me that he and I could have an intimate relationship together, only if I was willing to listen to him and try to understand how he'd now come to feel about me. Needless to say, I left. I took a day to myself to think about things, and then decided to come here and ask if I could live here with the two of you for a while until I could at least get back on my own two feet again."

#

I can tell you that it's been a few weeks since Karen moved back in with us now. And I have to admit, life's been good, really, really good. And though I still haven't managed to figure out how to bring the two of them together quite yet, I'm working on it. 

Oh yeah, I'm working on it.



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It's late, I'm not sure exactly what the time is, but I know that it feels like forever since you left me kneeling in the corner. It seems like you have been gone forever. 

I don't know where you went, only that you told me you would be coming back with a surprise. 

I hear the door open and footsteps approach me. I smell alcohol and the underlying scent of perfume. 

Who have you brought home with you? I wonder. You have told me repeatedly that you want me to eat the pussy of another woman, but so far my pleas otherwise have worked. 

Now I realize that maybe my luck has run out. 

I am your slave, and even though I live to serve you and please you Master, the thought of me being with anyone but you,turns my stomach. 

I feel you grab my hair and use it to pull me to my feet. I look at you quickly before turning my gaze downwards to your feet. I know my place, you have taught me well. Your fingers touch my chin and lift my face to yours. 

You lean in and gently kiss me, your lipring rubbing against my mouth. I feel myself growing damp from just your kiss. 

"SIN, do you have anything you would like to say to me?"

I nod my head, knowing not to speak until you have given me permission to do so.

"Then you may tell me."

My eyes fill with tears as I whisper, "Your slave is very sorry, Master. Your slave was very disobediant and needs to be punished." Tears stream down my cheeks now, because I truly am sorry for disappointing you. 

You caught me touching my cunt, your cunt. For you own me, all of me, and I have given myself willingly to you. 

Your hand moves from my chin to my throat, and I feel it close around the slave tattoo that I wear with pride. 

You squeeze my throat gently at first, then harder and harder, until I can't take a breath. You let go and trail your fingers down my bare chest. 

I can feel the emotions swirling inside of you, even though you appear to be entirely calm. I have never heard you yell, have never heard you raise your voice to me. Even while you are whipping my cunt with your belt until I bleed and you force me to cum over and over, you appear to be in complete control.

I hear a sound beside me reminding me that we are not alone. I look at the woman from the corner of my eye. She is beautiful; tall, blonde and thin. The complete opposite of me in every way. 

"Please no, Master," I say as I look at your feet. 

I know what you are thinking. What you are going to force me to do. 

Your hand grasps my throat again and your dark brown eyes meet mine. 

"Yes, you will."

"Why?" I ask.

"Because I want you to," you reply. 

Seconds later you show the woman where the bathroom is. I see you whisper something in her ear, but I cannot hear what it is.

You watch at the bathroom door for a minute then return to me. 

Using my hair as a leash, you pull me into the bathroom behind you. 

I look and I see the woman urinating on the toilet. 

When she is finished, instead of wiping herself dry she simply leaned back and spread her legs open. 

You bring me over to her and force me to my knees. 

"Clean her cunt with your tongue, SIN," you demand. 

You push my face towards her pussy. All I can smell is urine. I look at her cunt, it is small and almost completely bare, with just a small line of hair above her clit. 

I try to move my head back, but you push it forward again. 

Your hand hits my ass.

"You are going to clean her cunt with your tongue SIN, and you are going to do it now. Do you want to disappoint me?" 

I shake my head, the last I want is to disappoint you. Ever. I love you too much.

Slowly I bring my mouth to her waiting cunt. 

I kiss the top of it lightly, feeling her pubic hair tickle my nose. Then taking my tongue I run it along her outer lips from the top to the bottom. The taste of urine isn't too strong. Suddenly you push my face right against her open, waiting pussy. I know you are getting impatient. 

I close my eyes and begin to lap at her cunt, picturing the way you lick mine. I swirl my tongue all around it, licking up every drop of her urine. I lick in between her cunt lips and then stick my tongue inside her. I can hear moaning above me, but I don't dare stop. 

I feel your hand start to stroke my hair. I fuck her cunt with my tongue now, feeling her grow wet. Soon, her pussy juice begins to coat my tongue and the inside of my mouth. 

Unsure of what I should do I begin to swallow it. 

I take her clit between my lips and begin to gently suck on it. 

I hear her breathing faster. I massage it with my tongue. Pausing every now and then to tongue fuck her again. 

Her cunt is even wetter now and I am having a hard time not keeping all of her juice on my mouth.

Her hands grab either side of my head and she begins to rub her cunt all over my face. I place my hands on her thighs to hold her still and focus all of my attention on her clit. 

I know she is close to orgasm. Instead of going faster, I slow down, taking long, slow licks.

Using the flat of my tongue I rub circles against her clit. 

I feel her body tense. She starts to shake, now she is cumming. 

I don't stop, I keep using my tongue and my mouth; on her clit, her lips, everywhere.

Eventually I start to slow down, giving her pussy gently licks and kisses. 

You pull me away, then lean down and kiss me.



Forced



A knock on the door woke Cierra abruptly. She glanced at the clock, it was 11:33pm. She felt panic rise in her chest and she grabbed her phone ready to call the police in an instant while she tiptoed to the door. Another knock followed by silence. Her phone vibrated in her hand making her jump in surprise. Matt had sent her a text message saying "It's me, let me in."

"Matt?" She spoke timidly from her side of the door. She was still waking up and figuring out what he was doing at her place so late.

She heard his muffled voice through the door stating, "It's me."

She felt a wave of relief and confusion, and opened the door for him. He hugged her tightly. "Matt, what the hell?" She and Matt briefly had their time once but it had passed, she had lost hope and interest of ever having a relationship with him.

He grabbed her shoulders and she saw the concern in his eyes, something was wrong. "Cierra, I have made a decision for both of us. I miss you." His gaze locked on her. "I'm sorry about how things happened before. I am truly sorry. I promise to never hurt you again, I will harm you but I won't ever hurt you like that again."

She had heard that line before from him and others, and as sincere as he seemed she resisted. She shook her head softly, "No, too much time has passed." She paused, "I don't want to be with you anymore."

"You are missing my point." He softly ran his hand along her cheek. "I'm not giving you a choice. You are mine now whether you acknowledge it yet or not."

She laughed softly, "No, Matt. You can't force me into submission."

He had a devious smile and grabbed her wrist. He spun her around by the wrist so that her back was pressed against his chest and her arm pinned between them. He used his other hand to grab her throat and pull her head back so his lips were next to her ear and he whispered, "We'll see about that."

"Stop it!" She screamed out, her heart racing. It had been so long since she felt his touch that she felt her body reacting. She inwardly screamed at herself for so easily yearning for his flesh again.

He roughly walked her to her bed, arm still pinned painfully behind her. He shoved her down against the bed while reaching down to take off her pants. She pushed and bucked against him, but he didn't budge. She screamed as he pulled her arm a little tighter to make her stop fighting. She felt tears welling in her eyes. "Matt... don't... Please, stop it."

His hand pulled off her panties and he tossed them aside. He felt the wetness and heat building between her thighs and shoved her on the bed. "You are mine, your fucking cunt even knows it." He undressed quickly as she climbed off the bed and ran to the other side of the room.

"No, not like this." She realized her voice didn't have the force she hoped it would, but she hoped he hadn't noticed. He was moving toward her and she tried to run past him. He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her back toward the bed with ease, although she was struggling and pushing against him.

"Isn't this what you always wanted, you little slut?" He grabbed her by the neck and pushed her down on the bed and ran his fingernails deep into the flesh of her back. Grabbing her hair and pulling her ear close to his lips again "Hmm? Isn't this what you want?"

She couldn't speak, she was breathless. Her head spun in confusion and lust. He kept her head up, and demanded, "Answer me."

She was shaking and could barely whisper, "Yes." She began crying and sobbing softly.

He replied in a stern tone against her ear, "You are mine now, you answer with 'Yes, Sir.' Do you understand?"

She spoke through her tears, "Yes, Sir."

He let go of her hair and she fell forward. He pressed his hardened cock against her ass. She was still resisting and trying to get away, so he slid two fingers inside her wet cunt while teasing her ass. Without much warning he shoved his cock inside her ass. She collapsed onto the sheets of her bed with a moan. The pain of the intrusion intermixed with such a pleasurable pressure within her. His cum soaked fingers grabbing and squeezing her breasts, then pinching her nipples. She felt him pumping his body against her forcing his way deeper and deeper.

She couldn't control herself anymore and forced her body harder against him wanting more and more. He put his fingers to her lips and she took them into her mouth to suck them clean. She felt herself reaching the apex... her legs shaking beneath his force with tears streaming down her face. He pushed her down, holding her against the bed as she violently shook and moaned beneath him. She felt him grab onto her sides, nails digging deep as he came.

She lay helplessly out of breath on the bed and felt him lay down on the bed next to her. She felt a pat on the bed and looked up at him. He whispered more tenderly, "Come here."

She scooted up close and lay her head on his chest as he lightly stroked her hair while she fell back asleep.



Forced Awakening



I majored in "Visual Arts" in university and took my mandatory drawing class, in the first semester. The class was taught by a guest Prof. from France, Elena Mannon. She was unlike our other instructors in that she would yank the pen or conte crayon from your hand and demonstrate an idea all over your work or scribble out your attempts and demand you start again. "That is shit. Merde. Again!" 

She would tell students, "Go out. Leave. Come back when you are ready to concentrate." She reduced many to tears and when she had gone too far she would tell us that if we had no talent she would not bother with us; or, she would relate stories of her own drawing masters hitting the students.

She was, however, sophisticated and stunning to look at with dark hair, a pouting mouth and grayish eyes. She was in the habit of wearing tights and a loose top or sweatshirt as she flitted between the easels. She wore no bra and her ample but not overly large tits often hardened from the rubbing of the material. It drove me to distraction imagining that all I had to do as she leaned over my work was to slide my hand up and under in order to fondle those proud breasts.

Her ass was a sculpted masterpiece, high and gloriously curvaceous. She also had one of those protruding cunts, which always cause a reaction from my cock. I was nineteen at the time and getting a reaction from my cock was absolute "fish in a barrel". I was doing well at the time with the girls on campus but Prof. Mannon was my masturbatory passion.

My musings heightened one day during a 'life drawing' session. The model was one of the dance students. She was naked and posing in a classic ballet positions. I was already turned on by the model when Prof. Mannon came up from behind me. "No, no, Thomas, the breasts have heft, weight. These, these are floating like balloons. Like empty sausages." She took my charcoal and scribbled over my efforts. Then she took my hand and cupped it under her own hanging right breast. "Weight! Heft! Body! Real! Start again. You are better than that." Off she went. My cock was raging and the feel of her breast in my hand lingered for the rest of class. I stayed behind after the rest of the students had filed out. She was so real, so earthy so unlike any of the girls that I found the nerve to speak to her honestly.

"You know Professor Mannon. I was really turned on when you put my hand on your breast." She levelled a piercing look directly into my eyes. 

"Go on." She stared unwaveringly.

I looked down, suddenly embarrassed and in far above my depth. "Does a student have a chance... I mean would you..."

"Do you want to fuck me Thomas?" she asked in a matter of fact tone. She playfully lit one of those pungent French cigarettes as she asked this.

"Yes." I continued avoiding her eyes.

"Do you know that little Debbie girl that sits behind you? She would love to fuck you. You could have a nice little soda shop fuck. I on the other hand would be very dangerous for you Thomas. I am what you ,over here, would call "Kinky". For example, I liked how embarrassed you were when I made you touch me. I am wet now because I am making you sexually uncomfortable. Do you understand? I don't think so." She was smoking, tonguing the wisps seductively and all the while smiling sardonically at my discomfiture.

"I have had sexual experiences... And with older women... I am not a baby."

I stammered at the floor and window.

"See, you do not understand. I would enjoy forcing you to do what you don't want to do. That is what turns me on. I suggest you go out and have a coffee with Debbie." Her talk was replete with a smirk and a kind of breathy chuckle.

"I would enjoy anything sexual with you. You are underestimating me." I looked straight into her eyes this time. I was asserting my manhood.

"Alright." She stood and walked straight at me stopping inches from my chest. She intimidated and forced me, through her will, to return my glance to the floor." I am married. My husband and I take lovers, often in front of each other. I want you to come to our flat and amuse me by sucking his cock then allowing him to suck your cock. I will direct the both of you through a passionate homosexual bout of love making."

I was shocked and outraged. "I don't do that. I am not like that. I have never... would never..." I was now staring fire at her.

She stared me down forcefully. "That is precisely why I want to see you do it. I want you to do what you refuse to contemplate. I want to force you for my amusement... to arouse me. Then you may have your way with me."

I continued to look down. "But I couldn't..." She covered my mouth with her hand.

"I know, that is why you should go and find Debbie and have a beautiful vanilla fuck. She is a very attractive girl. She will spread for you Thomas. Enjoy her."

She picked up her satchel and breezed out of the room. I stood dumbfounded.

For a week, I could think of nothing but her. I replayed her every word. In class she was both as off-handed and demanding as ever with me. It was as if nothing had happened. I, however, was tortured by sordid and dark dreams, desires, fears, images, and longings,. At the end of the week I found myself standing before her after class, starring at the floor again and shifting uncomfortably from foot to foot.

I began to speak several times but she harshly interjected, "No... Shh!" 

I got more and more uncomfortable as minutes passed. Finally, she picked up her satchel and handed it to me. "Come along," she ordered.

She set off across campus. The university had supplied her and her husband with a flat in the graduates' residence. She began talking as soon as we left the classroom. "Henri and I are bisexual. He is a handsome man, and was a professional soccer player in France for three years. He still exercises and has a nice hard body." It was as if she were discussing the weather. She made no attempt to whisper or conceal her conversation whatsoever. This made me terribly uncomfortable and I kept sweeping my head around to see who was walking behind us.

"Professor Mannon, I'm still not sure..." She stopped dead in her tracks. Placed a hand over my mouth and scolded me. She still spoke openly and paid no heed to the passing students.

"You are to remain silent, unless I ask you to speak. Of course you have decided. I see it in your face. But, the bigger question is. Do you just want to fuck me, or do you secretly long to suck another man's cock? To touch and caress another man's cock? To have a man make love to your cock? To fuck another man? To be fucked in return? You will get an erection of course and you will love the sensations on your cock and you will wonder if you are gay. It is the internal struggle that excites me. I want to watch you wrestle with yourself as you suck Henri's cock. I love to watch men together. It always excites me. But even more, I love the angst, the psychological struggle. I am wet now because you are already fighting. You are also ashamed and anxious over who might hear us. That too excites me. I am going to put you through an emotional wringer and I will enjoy every second of it. I will not stop torturing your soul for as long as we play together. You can come along or not." She took off again at our former pace. I stood transfixed then broke into a trot till I caught up with her.

"I knew you would come. I think you want to suck Henri's cock very badly but you want me to assume the responsibility of the decision. Think about that for a minute." I began to answer her but she reprimanded me with a look.

"Henri has a very nice cock. It is uncircumcised, as are most European men's. I imagine that you are circumcised." She entered the campus convenience store and bought coffee and a number of similar items. My head was swimming with her constant stream of private and intimate revelations all given regardless of who was about. I was mortified and, I must confess, tremendously excited. I told myself that a gorgeous woman talking of cock and fucking would excite anyone. But I was indeed waging the war which she predicted and orchestrated so deftly. 

"He is six feet tall. I gauge that you are about the same. You are T-shirt and blue jeans while he is sunglasses and sweater tied around the neck. I shave his cock as he shaves my cunt." We were at the counter as she made these comments and an older woman behind us threw her chosen items on the counter, mouthed some disparaging remark and stormed out of the store. Professor Mannon acted as if she didn't notice and continued her banter. "He will enjoy you, Thomas. He will love that he is your first cock. I can't wait to get you home." She handed me the bag of groceries and with her satchel in my other hand I marched after her and into the first building. 

In the elevator she went on about, not being averse to inflicting physical pain but that she found that too easy. Mental anguish calls for creativity. I heard her and did not hear her. I stared rather at the elevator panel and was in a terrible state. My heart was racing. I was sweating. I wanted to run, to follow, to stop time, to hurry it up. She smiled up at me in obvious satisfaction...

Professor Mannon turned to give me a seductive wink as she slipped her key into the apartment door. She silently gave me the "Shhh" sound and took the satchel and the grocery bag out of my hands, then placed both of them quietly on the floor. Next, she stood directly behind me with her magnificent body pressed against the length of my back. She ground her protruding mound into my ass. I was enflamed with her open display of lust. She reached down and took my hands and placed them behind me, between herself and I. She whispered, "I will work your hands for a while Thomas. I will tell you when you may have control of them again. Nod if you understand." I nodded and tried hard to swallow. She turned my hands to face her body then nestled them one on top of the other over her cunt. For a moment she just squeezed her thighs together and rocked back and forth against my hands. I felt that her cunt was wet even through her leotards. 

"It is like your hands are tied behind you. Is it not Thomas?" She whispered in my ear. "I want you to look like that when I present you to Henri. Are you hard, Thomas? Does all this excite you?" She took her own hands off mine and felt my cock appraisingly. "Oh it is very nice Thomas. I love a strong, responsive cock. Let me just trace it... Very nice... And your balls...Mmmm they are lovely...Just lovely... What a delightful present you will make."

She removed her hands and my cock, which stood straight up and at full attention in my blue jeans. She undid my belt and the top button of my pants. She gave my rampant cock one last stroke and called out. Her call sounded like an order, a command – It contained a, 'you had better hurry', undertone. "Henri, come here! Now!"

There was a scurrying within the small apartment and Henri appeared immediately around the corner. He stopped... looking both stunned yet relieved that he was not in trouble. She chuckled and cooed at him. "Look what I have brought home for you to play with. A little present. What do you say? She placed her hands under my nuts and was offering my cock and balls to Henri. He stared down at my rampant prick and proffered balls.

"Oh thank you. Mistress." He croaked out.

"Elena for tonight. Just Elena." She corrected Henri. "We have this other little toy for the weekend. He belongs to the pair of us not just to me." I was in both full arousal and shame. My head raced through the information it was receiving. The weekend...Mistress... toy... belongs to... What was I into? Who were these two? Henri who was exactly as she had described him walked closer to me. He reached out his hand and felt the length of my cock through the denim. No man had ever touched my cock sexually and I was amazed that as he continued to squeeze and explore it, my hips began to thrust forward. 

"He likes it Henri. See him push into you. He likes to have a man fondle his cock. Does that surprise you little one?" She was sliding her cunt back and forth into my hands and tightening and releasing her thighs. She reached in front of me and undid my fly. Then she snaked her hand into my underwear and fished out my cock and my balls. She flipped the elastic of my briefs under my sack and my dick and nuts bounced wantonly, obscenely before Henri. He took my cock gently in one hand and cupped my balls in the other. He was inspecting and memorizing my dick. He traced the veins on the top of it with his index finger. He squeezed the head of my prick so that the eye of it opened and he stared into it. His other hand was rolling and evaluating my testes. "It is beautiful, he finally announced." 

He looked deeply into my eyes and he began to slowly wank my cock. I could do nothing but pump my hips in response. He had a wry smile at this. "You like this, no? You like my hand fucking your lovely cock?"

"Tell him that his hand feels wonderful, Thomas. Tell him you want more." Her hand had now slipped into the back of my underwear and she was tracing and tickling my asshole with her finger and thrusting her pussy powerfully into me.

"Your hand feels wonderful. And, I want more." I managed to say through a dry throat. Did I mean it? I asked myself. The battle she had predicted was raging within me, through a fog of lust and desire. Next she whooshed down both my pants and my briefs and I stood completely exposed to the pair of them. "Henri, take of his shoes and socks." She gave this as a matter of fact order. At the same time she was pulling my t-shirt off. In no time I was stripped naked. They were both dressed and I was tremendously excited, tremendously ashamed, tremendously conflicted. Henri, down on his knees, from removing my sneakers and socks, took my cock and pressed it lovingly to his cheek. Then he kissed my cock head. Not like a peck or a greeting kiss but a long loving, soul-felt kiss. He was moaning almost purring as he did this.

"Stand up Henri." She told him. "I will work your hands Thomas, remember." When Henri stood, he was inches from me and she took both my hands and slid them down his belly and into his underwear. For the first time I felt a man's rampant cock. It was both familiar and strange to my touch. She left my hands in there, covering his prick, as she opened his fly then unbuttoned the pants. After that she once again took control of my hands covering them and guiding them. She had me explore the length of his shaft, his shaved balls and thighs. He sighed heavily as she placed my hands on either side of his shaft and moved them lazily back and forth. "Look at his cock, Henri. See how excited he is as he feels your prick. He loves the feel of another man's cock. He likes to stroke cock. He must ache to see it. Do you little one? Hum?" 

She flopped his underwear under his cock and balls as she had done to mine and took both of our cocks in her hands. She pressed the swollen heads together and simultaneously wanked the pair of cocks. "I love to see this." She moaned, "Two cocks pressed together, is one of my favorite images. I can feel Thomas how you are enjoying this. Pump! both of you! Now tongue kiss each other," She commanded. She increased the tempo and the length of the strokes on our cock's pulling us closer together such that the back side of each was pressed completely against the other. She wrapped both hands around them and was jerking us both off. "Thomas, kiss him now!" she repeated. I was frozen at this.

"It is much harder for you to kiss a man, than to feel his cock. Is it not Thomas? It is even harder for you to kiss Henri than to suck on his cock. Ah, mon petit, you are a romantic." Elena whispered and was licking the base of my neck. Henri resolved the situation by placing a hand on either side of my face and pasting his lips to mine. He was a strong man and held my head in place while his tongue worked it's way into my mouth. She was busy all the while unbuttoning his shirt and stripping him naked. Henri held the kiss and she placed her hands on his backside pulling our naked bodies together. One of Henri's hands was soon on the base of my neck while the other clasped and kneaded my ass. I felt Elena release contact with me for the first time and heard and sensed that she was slipping out of her clothes. 

Directly, she was up against me once more. This time her splendid tits and swollen cunt were naked and rubbing sensually into my back and thighs. "Give in to the kiss, my Thomas." She moaned. I felt her finger penetrate my ass and she found an incredibly sensitive spot in my colon and began crooking her finger back and forth, arousing me incredibly. Meanwhile her other hand was plying some seductive pressure to my dick. With one finger she was pressing and circling a spot where the head of my cock blended into the shaft. My knees were nearly buckling with her ministrations. And her sultry, breathy voice conducted me. I was clay in her skilled hands. 

"Return the kiss, Thomas, explore his warm mouth with your tongue. Moan for him mon petit. Surrender. Surrender Thomas. No thinking little one. Move your body against his... his flat stomach... his raging cock. Yes Thomas. Yes." She redoubled her efforts. Her hands were magical probes, taking me where I had never been. She slid herself around so that she was now at my side. Continuing to work my ass and cock with her deft hands. She straddled my thigh and started to rub her clit and mash her soaking pussy into my leg. "I want to see all of this Thomas. Henri is going to suck your cock now. I always cum when I see that. Henri's kiss had lasted minutes and then I felt his tongue withdraw and begin to slither down my chin, throat, chest, abdomen, to my patch of pubic hair where he planted deep kisses and nuzzled his face into me. She removed her hand from my cock and it stood straight out... tight and red and throbbing. 

"Yes, Thomas, you want it. Now. See how you pump and wriggle to get his lips closer to your cock. Don't fret. Henri is going to suck your cock for you, mon petit." Henri took my cock deep into his mouth and immediately began sucking and thrusting his head back and forth. "You can use your hands now, Thomas. Put them on each side of his head. Set the rhythm you want. Guide him in sucking your prick. Yes, yes like that. And fuck his mouth Thomas. Fuck him." Her own hand slipped between my legs and she held my balls in her exploring fingers. "Fuck Henri's throat Thomas." I was pumping my hips and pulling Henri on and off my cock. The sensations were shattering and I felt my balls tightening, ready to explode. It was then that she squeezed my nuts hard within her hand. I almost collapsed to the floor. "Not yet, Thomas, soon you will cum. Not yet." 

Maintaining the grip on my balls, she lowered me to my knees, and Henri arose. "Yes, mon petit, you will suck his cock first... before you cum." She had knelt down with me. Henri's prick was rampant and huge before me. She took the foreskin and peeled it back exposing an egorged purple head. "It is lovely, no? Look how ready it is for you, Thomas."

She brought it to my lips and Henri took my head in his hands. He thrust himself forward and quickly, Henri's cock was in my mouth and he was pumping. The taste... the sensations... the idea, had me both rebelling and sucking hungrily at the same time. My tongue worked the underside of his swollen cock and I fought the urge to gag and cough. I sputtered and Elena was urging me to "swallow, swallow Thomas. It is the only way. Elena was pumping her splendid pussy into my thigh. I felt her legs clamping and unclamping on me. "I am going to cum Thomas." She breathed. "Oh fuck Thomas. Suck his cock. Make me cum. I want to cum Thomas." I began sucking in earnest and Henri increased the tempo. His hands were each grasping handfuls of my hair. Then I felt his cock erupt in my mouth. I tried to pull away, but he was too strong. He held me fast. Cum ran out of my lips and down my cheeks. Then Elena pulled my head off his cock and clamped her own mouth over mine. Her tongue penetrated my mouth and stirred Henri's cum. She kissed and tasted me and shared Henri's cum such that I had no recourse but to swallow and swallow again. 




Forced Awakening



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PUBLISHED BY: Red Garnet Media LLC on Literotica.com 

Forced Awakening: Forced, Fucked, and Bred Trilogy Part 1 Copyright (c) 2012 by Bree Bellucci 

This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of the author's imagination and used fictitiously. 

Adult Reading Material The material in this document contains explicit sexual content that is intended for mature audiences only and is inappropriate for readers under 18 years of age. 

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FORCED AWAKENING: Forced, Fucked, and Bred Trilogy Part 1 

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Sophie stretched out in the grass, feeling the warm sun on her back. She rubbed her eyes before returning to her novel. She loved having free time like this to do as she pleased. Visiting her grandmother in the countryside always felt like going back in time. There was no pressure of classes or trying to find a job. There was no reception, which meant no technology. Of course her grandmother had a television and computer inside her house, but both were so ancient that Sophie and her brother, Brandon, didn't even bother. 

Unable to concentrate any longer, Sophie sat up and brushed some dirt off her long navy skirt. She always wore her grandmother's old clothing when she wanted to lie in the grass. This was the same skirt that her grandmother had worn as a young girl and the material was soft from wear. No doubt her grandmother was weary of Sophie running around like a heathen outside, but she never said so. She only raised her eyebrows disapprovingly as Sophie ran outside to play in the field and climb the trees. Sophie knew that her apprehension had something to do with her grandfather's death. 

It had been nearly ten years since her grandfather had died. Sophie had only been twelve and she had loved her grandfather dearly. He was the reason Sophie loved the meadows so much. When she was three, her grandfather had built her a child-sized house on the edge of the forest. It was a beautiful cottage with yellow paint and white shutters. He had lovingly decorated the inside with purple walls and hand carved wood furniture. He had placed small fairy replicas along the outside corners of the house and a few on the inside as well. 

Sophie had felt like she was stepping into a fairy tale when she entered the cottage. Her father had carved a small sign above the front door, which read "Dwelling of the Sophie Kimberly." It had been her magical place and Sophie had spent her summers in her play cottage. Even now, Sophie enjoyed crawling inside and sitting on the floor. She was too big for the furniture now and too tall to stand inside. Today, she was lying in the grass right outside the cottage enjoying the beautiful day. 

Sophie peered around her shoulder and stared into the dense forest. All afternoon she had a nagging sense she was being watched. She remembered how furious her grandmother had been when her grandfather had first built the cottage. Sophie overheard her grandmother tell her grandfather that he was "tempting fate and they were always watching." She remembered her grandfather smiling down at her and saying, "those days are over now... the fairies will protect and watch over us." Sophie trusted her grandfather explicitly, and she knew he had placed the small fairies around the house to keep her safe. 

As a young woman now, Sophie figured her grandmother was talking about wild animals in the forest. While there were many small rules at her grandmother's house, there was only one rule of true consequence. Sophie and her brother were forbidden to enter the forest. Respecting this as an unbreakable law Sophie had never dared so much as to set foot in the forest. Besides, it was so dark and why should Sophie stray when she could relish in the sunshine? 

A rustling sound made Sophie jump to her feet. 

"Hello?" she called out. She took a few steps closer to the edge, her skirt quietly rustling in the grass. Even though she was wearing a long-sleeve pleasant blouse, she felt goose bumps rise on her arms. 

"This is ridiculous," she murmured, picking up her book and turning her back on the forest. Yet again, she heard the rustle and she whipped around and gasped. 

Standing only feet from the edge of the forest was a large, russet colored wolf with glowing yellow eyes. Frozen with fear, Sophie stared at the wolf. Its eyes seemed to be studying Sophie, almost human like, and warning bells fired in her head, screaming for her to run. Gaining control of her body again, Sophie stepped backwards slowly. With a sinking feeling, Sophie knew she would never make it back to her grandmother's if the wolf chased her. Her house sat as a small dot atop a hill behind her. 

"Please," Sophie pleaded softly. The wolf raised his snout at Sophie and stalked back into the forest. Relief flooded through Sophie and she sank to the ground. Adrenaline was coursing through her veins and she knew she needed to get back to her grandmother's now and quickly. Gathering her wits about her, Sophie stood up clumsily and turned towards the house. And then she heard it. A moan. Soft and aching. It sounded like a man. 

"Brandon?" Sophie whispered. Could this wolf have dragged her brother into the forest? Brandon was supposed to be out with her uncle today, but perhaps they had been nearby? She heard the moan again, and it was definitely human. Torn between the rule of never entering the forest and the fear for her brother's safety, Sophie agonized over what to do. The wolf had terrified her but what if Brandon was hurt. 

Cautiously, Sophie stepped towards the woods. 

"Brandon?" she asked again, this time louder. The moan responded, inaudible. Sophie stepped into the shadows of the trees. Twenty feet ahead she saw a man curled up on the forest floor. He was shirtless and he was wearing some type of crude, brown pants. 

"Brandon!" Sophie rushed forwards, her hands outstretched towards her brother. Just before she reached Brandon, he sprang up and Sophie saw in horror that he was not her brother, but a stranger. Unable to stop herself in time, Sophie slammed into the man, who threw her over his shoulder with ease. 

"No!" Sophie screamed, beating her fists against the man's back. 

"The less noise you make, the easier this will be," the man said darkly.

"Help!" she cried, "Someone help me please!" 

But the man was fast and seemed unaffected by her weight as he swiftly carried her deeper into the woods. Sophie screamed again, in vain, but she knew no one would hear her. She thrashed and kicked her legs and beat her fists, exerting every ounce of energy she had. 

"Female, you do not want to use all your energy now," said the man, and she heard the dark humor in his voice. The sound made her stomach turn. She went limp against the man, and quickly began devising a way to escape. She felt the man slowly slide his fingers up her legs, under her skirt. 

"No!" she cried out, kicking her legs. But he held her legs tight with one arm, while the other arm explored her soft, young skin. The man moaned deeply and he pushed his fingers up to her thighs, feeling her soft flesh. He kneaded his fingers into the skin, moaning in quiet appreciation. Sophie squeezed her eyes shut, cringing from his touch. 

Sophie noticed that the man's pace began to slow and it seemed as if he were tiring. Of course he couldn't continue at his pace with Sophie thrown over his body. Taking advantage of the opportunity, Sophie kicked with force and her body hit the ground with a thud. She scrambled to get up and run, but the man was faster, pinning her to the earth. 

He smiled, "No need to run, female. You can't escape." 

Sophie fought against his weight, but he did not budge. 

"I wanted to find a better spot, but this will have to do," he said. Sophie studied the man; under normal circumstances he was probably very attractive. He was tall and broad with large muscles. He had dark auburn hair and dark chocolate eyes with a strong jaw. 

"I am Rylan," he said, his voice softer. "I wish you no harm, but I must use your body." 

Sophie shrank back in fear. "Please. Please, let me go back and I promise I will forget all of this." 

"What is your name?" he asked, ignoring Sophie and running his hands over her arms. 

"El-Sophie" she stuttered, turning her face from him. 

"Sophie," he said slowly, as if thinking deeply of the name. "Sophie, you are to be mine." Sophie began to cry quietly. "For now," Rylan added darkly. "If you give in and don't fight it, you will take much pleasure from this." 

"Please, don't," Sophie, said, openly sobbing. "Please, I'm - I'm a virgin!" she cried. Rylan's eyes widened with desire. 

"You are of the virgin maids?" he asked in awe, lust filling his voice. 

"I don't know what that is. I'm a virgin. I've never had sex. I'm - I'm saving myself," she choked out. Sophie felt a hardness growing against her belly, and she sobbed again knowing what she felt. 

"This changes things," Rylan said slowly. "I will take my time with you." 

Sophie sobbed again and Rylan brushed her tears away, almost gently. "Listen closely," Rylan said, "If you try to fight me, I will not be gentle and I will take you here and cause you pain." 

Sophie sobbed. 

"But, if I release you and you lie here quietly, I will not hurt you. Do you understand?" 

Sophie nodded; filled with fear and realizing her only option now was to hope this man was being honest. Slowly she felt Rylan reach down and push her skirt up to her thighs. Sophie tried to ignore what was happening. Rylan ran his hands up her calves then up to her thighs before pressing his face into her thighs. 

"Mmm, you smell delicious," he breathed, inhaling deeply. He inhaled again, clearly taking pleasure from her smell. Repulsed, Sophie turned her head and felt the man pause. 

"Something is different," he said quietly, "You smell better than the others. Sweeter." 

The others? Sophie's mind raced. Were there more women that he had kidnapped? And if, so what had happened to them? Sophie did not want to think about that yet. Right now, her goal was to stay alive, whatever that meant. Rylan pressed his fingers closer to what lay between her thighs and Sophie shivered and her pulse quickened. What was happening to her? This was unimaginable, so why was she feeling her face flush? Rylan, noticing the flush, groaned, while studying her. 

"So pretty," he said silkily, reaching up to touch her honey blonde hair and stare into her pale blue eyes. "Your skin is like milk," he breathed directly between her legs. 

"Ohh," Sophie moaned, before snapping her head back in shock. That felt amazing. Rylan's hot breath against her pussy was unlike any sensation she had never known. Excited by Sophie's reaction, Rylan tugged her cotton panties down her thighs. He pushed her legs apart and rubbed his fingers against her. Sophie moaned loudly, arching her back. What was happening to her? Sophie felt her breath come rapidly. This man had kidnapped her and was assaulting her on the ground. How could she enjoy his touch? 

"Please, stop," Sophie pleaded, but her voice sounded weak. In fact, Sophie didn't sound like she wanted Rylan to stop at all. Rylan continued to tease her opening, before spreading her lips fully and pushing a finger deep into her pussy. Sophie cried out from the sensation and bit her lip. She could feel that she was wet and she began to writhe on the ground. 

Sophie was innocent in every way. Her friends had teased her in school because she never had a boyfriend, but she had never met anyone worth dating. She had only kissed a couple of boys and none of them had ever touched her below the waist, nor had Sophie ever touched a boy before. She was torn by these new heady sensations, and a sense of building deep in her stomach. How could her body betray her like this? 

Sophie pushed her hips into the air, her body begging Rylan to continue his assault. Spurred on, Rylan began to move his fingers faster. He circled one finger inside her as his thumb pressed against her clit. His other hand massaged and rubbed her, and Sophie watched her chest rise and fall as she felt his ten fingers work her. 

Sophie lay on the ground feeling like a dirty whore as Rylan panted and rubbed his hard cock against her. Sophie whimpered, her thighs quivering, feeling the juices running out of her and onto the dirt. Sophie knew she shouldn't be enjoying this; shouldn't be aroused and turned on by her captor. But Rylan was taking her to places she had never been before. 

"Come, Sophie," Rylan commanded, working her faster and faster, his own breath ragged from arousal. "You can feel it within you. Let go." 

Sophie let go and the world exploded around her as she screamed in ecstasy. 

"No, no, no," she panted as she convulsed on the earth, her body wracking with waves of pleasure. Rylan growled and pulled out his large cock and began stroking it quickly. Sophie watched in fear, yet a small part of her was hoping Rylan would plunge into her and bring back her sensations. Rylan stroked himself on all fours, and only stopped to run his fingers in Sophie's wetness and bring it to his mouth. His eyes would roll back in his head from pleasure and then he would continue his stroking, getting faster still. 

Sophie watched Rylan's cock continue to grow and she shuttered at the thought of something so large inside of her, and yet, there it was again, that small voice aching for Rylan to fill her. Sophie realized she had just experience her first orgasm, with this animal of a human. Rylan's breath came quickly now and he found his release, calling out strange sounds as if another language, before shooting all over Sophie's legs. 

Repulsed, yet oddly turned on, Sophie watched Rylan smear his cum into her legs, throwing his head back and making an odd, sort of howling noise. He stood up quickly, pulling his pants up before pulling Sophie to her feet. He tossed her panties aside, saying, "You won't be needing these any more." And Sophie felt fear creep over her again. 

Rashly, Sophie made a run for it, but Rylan grabbed her in no time. 

"I warned you," he snarled, "escaping is pointless." 

Sophie whimpered as Rylan threw her over his shoulder and moved deeper into the forest. 

Hopeless, Sophie felt herself doze off exhausted from the deceitful, powerful orgasm. Suddenly she was jolted awake as Rylan threw her to the ground. 

"We're being followed!" he hissed. Suddenly, the air seemed alive and humming and Sophie shook her head, thinking the fall must have hurt her head. Rylan's body seemed to shake and twist as his form changed. Fur sprouted from his skin and his head morphed into that of an animal. His back curved and his legs elongated. Rylan the human was gone and in his place was the wolf Sophie had seen earlier. Sophie gasped, trying to wrap her mind around what had just happened. The wolf set off into the west. 

Sophie realized this might be her only time to escape. Since she had fallen asleep, she wasn't sure which direction to go. She began to run blindly, away from the direction of the wolf. Suddenly she heard an animalistic shriek as a hideous animal flew directly at her. Sophie screamed, covering her head and sinking to the ground. Out of nowhere, Rylan, the wolf, came barreling out of the trees, lunging at the animal and taking it to the ground. The animal shrieked and flapped its wings. It looked half bird and half gruesome corpse. 

The wolf tore at the bird, ripping its head from its body and throwing it on the ground. Sophie shrieked again as Rylan continued to tear at the creature. Once satisfied, the wolf stepped back and Sophie felt the air change again. Suddenly the wolf was twisting and she saw Rylan's human form take shape. He stood naked before Sophie, panting, not bothering to pick up his brown pants. 

He walked towards Sophie, his eyes dark with something. Lust? Power? Violence? He grabbed Sophie's body and pulled her to him, crushing his body to hers. Sophie tried to push back, but Rylan held her tightly and brought his hungry mouth down upon her. He kissed her angrily, fiercely and Sophie felt her body betray her again, as she kissed him back, eager and hungry herself. She felt a pull between her thighs and Rylan groaned into her mouth, fisting his hands in her long hair, pulling her head back before inhaling the scent of her neck. 

"What are you?" Rylan growled. Sophie looked at him perplexed. 

"You don't smell like other humans." 

Sophie, gaining a bit of courage, retorted, "I am a human, but what the hell are you?" 

"Later," Rylan growled and he pulled the strings apart on her white blouse that was now smeared with dirt. Her bra now exposed, Sophie felt more vulnerable and her fingers grazed against Rylan's hard and eager cock. Rylan roughly pulled down her bra straps and her soft breasts sprung free. Rylan groaned bringing his mouth to her chest. Sophie consented, arching her back, forcing her breasts further into Rylan's hand and mouth. Rylan sucked and twisted her nipples roughly, and Sophie smarted from the pain and then pleasure set in. 

Rylan groped, and massaged, taking her whole breast into her mouth, flicking his tongue roughly against the nipples. Sophie wriggled against him, clutching his arms for support. Rylan grabbed her hands and pushed them onto his cock. Sophie, unsure what to do, froze. She then fought her mind screaming no, and let her desire take over. She took Rylan into her hands, stroking and rubbing. Rylan moaned against her breast, and Sophie continued. 

Rylan roughly pushed Sophie to the ground, and spread her legs apart. Sophie moaned, hoping and fearing what Rylan might do. Rylan reached down and felt her wetness. Sophie hated how her body loved his every touch, this strange wolf-human. Rylan brought his mouth to her trembling thighs and lowered his mouth onto her pussy. 

"Arrgh!" Sophie cried out. She had never felt such pleasure and she trembled from his hot mouth on her most delicate parts. He licked and sucked, consuming her as if she were the most delicious thing he had ever tasted. He teased her opening before ramming his tongue inside her and again Sophie cried out. Sophie had nothing to compare to, but this was unbelievable and she briefly thought her friends were right in telling her to stop holding out. Sophie pushed her hips into Rylan's mouth, needing Rylan to eat her until she disappeared into the earth. 

"You are so wet," Rylan huffed as he continued to devour her. Sophie ran her own hands over her breasts, feeling her hard nipples. She was going out of her mind and she thought she felt an orgasm coming. Sophie was having a hard time concentrating, and she didn't recognize her own panting and moaning. She sounded like an animal. Pleasure ripped through her and Sophie succumbed to her ecstasy, her body twisting on the dirt. 

Her orgasm had barely ceased, before Rylan pulled her to her knees. 

"Suck," he ordered, standing so that his cock was level with Sophie's face. Sophie was still trying to catch her breath, and looked at Rylan, unsure. 

"Suck," he repeated, taking hold of himself and angling for Sophie's mouth. Sophie wrapped her mouth around his cock, feeling Rylan pulse within her mouth. She grasped the base with her hand so she would work better and began to slide her mouth up and down around Rylan, feeling his ridges and bumps under her tongue. 

She didn't know whether to be repulsed, or to reach down and touch herself. A few short hours earlier, she had been reading a book in the sunshine, basking in her virginal bliss. Now she was sucking the cock of a man-wolf, and allowing him to lick between her thighs. Sophie wondered if her family was looking for her yet. They must be by now. How long would it take them before they entered the woods? Her family knew that Sophie knew better than to enter the woods. 




Forced Awakening



Rylan moaned, bringing Sophie back to his enormous cock tucked deeply into her mouth. Sophie remembered the term "deep-throat" and she tried pushing his cock back as far as her mouth would allow. Rylan grabbed her hair, pulling roughly as he steadied himself, thrusting his hips into her mouth. Maybe if Sophie sucked hard enough, and pleased Rylan the right way, he would let her return. Energized by this new thought, Sophie began to suck and lick, covering her teeth as she rubbed them against Rylan. Taken by surprise, Rylan groaned loudly and his thrusting intensified. 

Sophie figured he must be near orgasm, and though the thought mainly nauseated her, her deep inner-voice begged for it, she knew she needed to let Rylan explode in her mouth. Sophie had heard men liked this. Sucking with vigor, Sophie sucked like her life depended on it, which it possibly did. 

A deep guttural cry escaped Rylan's mouth and Sophie felt his warm liquid shoot into the back of her throat. She continued sucking and licking, making sure every drop was gone. She wanted to satisfy Rylan and right now she seemed to be doing so. Rylan was grabbing at her hair, yanking it and Sophie cried out from the pain. Rylan pulled her head off his cock and he looked at Sophie, his eyes wild and searching. 

"Where did you learn to do that?" he demanded. 

"I - I - didn't," Sophie stammered, "I'm - or I was - a virgin in every sense." Rylan closed his eyes, taking this in. 

"You have satisfied me greatly," he said and Sophie's body went slack with relief, and maybe he would release her now. "I believe you will satisfy my needs greatly from what I have experienced thus far." 

"Rylan," Sophie said softly, "Please let me return to my family. You brought me unknown and unexpected pleasures, and I enjoyed pleasuring you, but I know my family must be worried now." 

Rylan looked at her for a long moment. "I cannot promise a safe return to your family." 

Sophie sobbed. 

"But if you learn to enjoy what is happening to you, this will become much easier. And perhaps someday you can rejoin your family." He paused. "If you still want to," he added darkly. Why would she not want to return? Sophie's mind was reeling. She was living in a nightmare. Rylan pulled on his pants and threw Sophie back over her shoulder. 

"Come. We are not safe here and spies are everywhere. We must stop at darkness." 

As Sophie dangled from Rylan, she noticed how he was moving very swiftly again, and thousands of questions filled her mind. 

"What are you?" she asked timidly. 

"I am a werewolf," he said simply. 

Sophie squeaked in surprise. 

"How?" 

"I was bit my another werewolf as a small boy. Now I live in the woods since I am a disgrace to mankind. I have learned to shift easily. But I cannot control the shift during the full moon." 

Sophie took in this information. If she hadn't seen it herself, she never would have believed it. "What was that gross bird thing that flew at me?" she asked. 

Rylan sighed. "It was a CorpseBird. I'm not sure why it was flying at you. There are many strange and dark creatures in this woods, but they rarely bother the shifters." 

"There are more?" Sophie asked horrified. But Rylan did not respond and continued walking. After what seemed like hours, she felt Rylan's fingers slide up her skirt again. 

"I don't think I can wait much longer," Rylan breathed as his fingers prodded her, moving up higher. Sophie felt a ball of fear in her stomach, dreading that Rylan meant intercourse. Maybe she could distract him further and try to suck him again. Rylan continued to walk, but his fingers had made contact with her pussy. He had pushed one finger slowly inside, swirling it around. Sophie knew it was wrong, but she felt her body come alive under his touch. 

"I can tell you like this," he growled. 

"Yes!" Sophie gasped, shocked at her response. Rylan continued to walk and play with her. He was breathing heavily now and Sophie knew it was from arousal and not her weight. Rylan slid another finger inside her and Sophie moaned from the stretching she felt. It was slightly painful, but mostly pleasurable and she moaned into his bare shoulders. Rylan's breath was rasping now and Sophie couldn't stop the moans escaping her. Rylan's fingers coupled with the motion of moving, were unbearable. 

"No more!" Rylan snarled, and he flung Sophie down into soft, green moss. Sophie's mind knew she could try to fight, but she couldn't. Rylan tore off his pants, standing over Sophie, his massive erection pointing towards the treetops. Desire flooded his face and he moved agilely over her, yanking her long skirt off. Sophie felt the fluffy moss against her skin. Rylan reached for her shirt, and Sophie felt herself sitting up and, aiding Rylan in removing it. He expertly undid her bra, throwing it to the ground and shoved Sophie back into the dirt. 

"You are mine," he growled, biting at her skin. Sophie whimpered from the pain, but then it turned to pleasure. She looked down to see her breasts and elongated nipples moving up and down from her shallow breathing. Sophie's pussy was aching and she knew she was wet, her body crying out for this stranger. 

"This will hurt, but I will try to be gentle," Rylan rasped. Sophie felt Rylan push her thighs apart and position himself over her. She felt his cock slowly enter her and she cried out from the pain. Rylan continued to push himself inside and Sophie grasped at the dirt. 

"Mmm," Rylan groaned, as he slowly slid his cock back out and then pushed it inside her again, this time more deeply and not as slow. Sophie stilled feeling the sensation. Again, Rylan slid his cock out and then pushed into her again, this time faster. And this time felt better. Much better. Sophie tried to stifle a moan. 

Rylan began to thrust within her now at a steady pace and Sophie's eyes rolled back in her head. He was filling her to a depth she had never known before. How had Sophie ever lived without this? She began to work in tandem with Rylan, a slave to her desires, bringing her body to meet him every time. Rylan grabbed her hands and pinned them over her head. He looked into her eyes, his eyes full of carnal lust and he began to drive into her. 

Sophie's body dug into the dirt and she didn't care. She felt like a wild animal. Rylan released her arms and grabbed her legs pulling them up higher so he could penetrate her more deeply. Sophie screamed from the sensation, but then her body adjusted and she began to whimper as her body tried to feel every new sensation. Rylan released her legs running his hands over her breasts, grabbing at them in lust. He moaned and began to fuck her harder still. Sophie thought she would combust. She knew she should not be taking pleasure in this, but her entire world had spun upside down. 

With every thrust, Sophie could feel Rylan's cock overpower her, willing him to her. Her body belonged to him now and she grabbed at his back, digging her nails into his skin and Rylan howled with desire. Sophie knew she would explode again and as Rylan continued to ram into her, she let go. Her body convulsed and trembled under Rylan, and Rylan let out a long cry as he shuddered and fell on top of her. 

Sophie could hardly hold her head up she was so tired. Today had been a nightmare and yet, she had experienced three orgasms and lost her virginity. She wanted to cry, but was too exhausted. She missed her family, but part of her was thrilled by Rylan's sexual yearnings. 

Rylan pulled himself out of her. "I will keep guard and sleep in my wolf form," he told her. Sophie unsure of what to say, nodded. Rylan phased, and Sophie could feel his yellow eyes on her. She tried to brush the dirt off her, but it seemed a lost cause. She pushed her hair out of her face and wondered how dirty her face and hair looked. Her hair had bits of dirt in it, and she imagined her face was smeared with it as well. Nothing she could do about it, so she began to dress in her dirty clothes. 

Rylan paced around where Sophie sat and then nudged her with his snout. Sophie had the impression he wanted her to sleep. That was fine by Sophie. She had never been so tired or spent in her life. She had a feeling the sex and orgasms had contributed as well. She put her head on the earth and was asleep in seconds. 

Sophie woke up as bits of sunlight began to filter through the trees. At first she was confused and then the previous day's traumatic events came rushing back to her. She felt sore between her legs. She noticed Rylan, the wolf, curled up on the ground nearby. Sophie wondered how far from her grandmother's she was now. Five miles? Twenty? Forty? She had no idea how far they had traveled yesterday. 

Rylan opened his yellow eyes and phased back to human form. Sophie could not imagine ever getting used to this. Maybe she fell and hit her head on her play cottage and was still knocked out in the safety of her grandmother's land. Rylan was swiftly pulling his pants on. 

"Up," he ordered, "We must find food to keep your strength." 

Sophie realized she was starving. She hadn't eaten since breakfast the day before. Rylan didn't pick her up this time, so Sophie dutifully followed, hoping for an opportunity to escape. Escape now felt like a death wish. Sophie had no idea where she was or how to survive in the wilderness. And there were other magical creatures lurking about. 

Rylan came upon some berries, and tasted one before offering to Sophie. She reluctantly took the berries, and realized they were delicious. She ate her fill before drinking from a small freshwater stream a few yards away. "Would you like to walk today, or should I continue to carry you? We have another day on foot." 

"I think I can walk," Sophie told him, "Where are we going?" 

"My home," and Rylan began to move onwards. Sophie hurried to follow him. 

"Rylan, please let me go," she begged quietly. Rylan turned to look at her, and she saw his eyes soften for a moment before they turned dark and lusting. 

"That is not possible," he growled, backing her up against a nearby tree. Sophie moaned as Rylan put his hands inside her blouse. 

"No, I don't want you to," she said weakly, pushing his hands away. 

"Yes, you do, Sophie," he said forcefully. Sophie pushed her body against Rylan, her need for him overwhelming all thoughts and ideas of escape. Rylan pushed his rough mouth onto Sophie's and she answered back with a deep, hungry kiss. Inside she was wrestling with her body's desires and her mind telling her this was wrong. Rylan wrapped his mouth around her sweet nipples and Sophie whimpered, pushing her pelvis against Rylan's waist. 

Rylan quickly turned her around, so that Sophie's bare breasts rubbed against the rough tree bark. Rylan reached around to cup her breasts, and Sophie pushed her ass into Rylan, pressing her breasts into his ready hands. Rylan brought one hand down to her thighs and pushed them apart. He slid his hand to her pussy and teased her. 

"Ohh," Sophie moaned, grabbing onto the tree trunk to steady herself. Rylan began to move two fingers inside her, circling and circling, making her wetter and wetter. He moved his other hand down and pushed her skirt completely up over her back. Sophie felt the air on her exposed ass and she shivered. Rylan continued to tantalize her between her legs, while his other hand began to caress her ass. Sophie knew she should not be enjoying this, but she wanted more. She hated herself for enjoying this. 

She groaned loudly, and felt Rylan slip a finger into her asshole. Sophie went rigid, baffled. Rylan began to tease her asshole while working her pussy and Sophie felt her pleasure leap to a whole new level. She was out of her mind with this touch. 

"Oh, Sophie, you're ass is so tight. I'm going to take it soon, but not now. Right now I want to take that sweet, tight little pussy of yours," Rylan breathed. Sophie wriggled her ass, having a hard time taking all the pleasure. She felt Rylan pull his hand out of her pussy, and knew that his fingers must be dripping. Suddenly she felt Rylan put his fingers in her mouth and Sophie tasted herself. She tried to turn her head to not taste, but Rylan pushed his hand further into her mouth. 

"Suck," he commanded, and Sophie did as she was told. She licked herself off his fingers. She wanted to cringe, but couldn't bring herself to do so. Rylan pulled his other hand off her ass and placed it on her back, pushing her down so her back was flat. Sophie leaned against the tree as Rylan used his other hand to steady her by her hips. 

Rylan guided his cock into Sophie from behind. Sophie cried out from Rylan filling her. This sensation was so different from when she was on her back. She could feel Rylan so deep inside of her and Sophie couldn't stop herself from crying out from each thrust. Rylan's skin rubbed against her and her pussy stretched each time Rylan filled her. 

"Ohh! Your pussy is so tight!" Rylan cried with desire, thrusting himself even harder into Sophie. Sophie could feel Rylan all around her, filling her and pushing her, expanding her. Rylan grabbed Sophie by the hips, his hands digging into her flesh and held against Sophie as he slammed into her, grunting loudly with each thrust. Rylan fucked Sophie like an animal and Sophie relished every thrust. She pushed her ass higher, willing Rylan to go deeper inside her. Rylan brought one hand to her ass and inserted a finger again. He pulsed the finger inside her asshole and Sophie moaned. 

"Please, Rylan, please. Don't stop!" Sophie begged, her knees going weak. She heard her own voice and it sounded desperate. This was not the same begging as she had done to be released. This was begging for Rylan to fuck her like a primal animal. Rylan did not relent, teasing her asshole, making her moan louder and slamming his cock into her. Sophie felt the release coming and she shouted as she came, shaking and holding onto the tree for support. Rylan slammed into her a final time and Sophie felt him squirt deep into her depths before he bent over her body, spent. 

Rylan pulled himself out of her before biting her gently on the back. 

"You are improving," he said, still breathing heavily. Sophie quickly righted her clothes, still basking in her satiated feeling. As if she were a feather, Rylan threw her over his shoulder. 

"We need to make up time," he said, beginning to jog at an easy pace. Sophie wondered how he could possibly jog with her weight on him, and yet Rylan jogged with ease. Sophie hung over his back, feeling like a prisoner. 

"Would you mind holding me differently?" she asked. Rylan stopped and pulled her down, and cradled her as if she were a baby. 

"Is this better?" he asked. 

"Yes, thank you." Sophie wanted to know more about Rylan. Since he was fucking her, she figured she should be allowed some information. 

"How long, exactly have you been a werewolf?" Sophie questioned. 

"A long time," Rylan responded vaguely. 

"How long?" Sophie pressed. 

"Shifters don't age the same as humans," Rylan explained, "I've been a shifter for eighty-two years." 

Sophie inhaled sharply. Not only was Rylan a shifter, but also he hardly aged. 

"What happened after you were bit?" 

Rylan sighed. "I couldn't return home. Humans aren't supposed to know about shifters, and I would not have been able to control myself. And my family would know I wasn't aging like everyone else." He paused before continuing. "I traveled going back and forth between human and wolf form until I found these woods. These woods accepted me for who I was." 

"What do you mean they accepted you?" Sophie asked. 

"It's difficult to explain," Rylan said darkly. 

Sophie thought about how sad and lonely Rylan must have been. "Do you know what happened to your family?" she asked quietly. 

Rylan laughed bitterly. "They died of course." His voice became soft. "My baby sister passed away three years ago." 

"I'm sorry," Sophie said delicately. 

Rylan growled, "That's what happens to monsters like me." He began to pick up the pace as they moved among the dark woods. 

"And, do you find women, to...satisfy your needs?" Sophie asked shyly. 

"Yes," Rylan said gruffly. "Sex is the key to survival." 

Sophie was not sure what Rylan meant by that, but she did not like the connotation. 

"I'm thirsty," Rylan said stopping abruptly by a stream. He gently placed Sophie down on the ground and he began to drink greedily. Without thinking, Sophie dashed into the opposite direction. Racing with all her might, she ran through bushes and underbrush, feeling branches and twigs scratch at her face and arms as she ran. She was panting from the exertion, and she desperately hoped she was maybe near the edge on the eastern side, and could find help on the opposite side. 

Sophie dared a glance behind her and did not see Rylan. Pushing herself harder, she continued to race, small creatures scurrying in her wake. It seemed to be getting brighter and brighter. Even if she could find a small hole to crawl inside and hide until she felt Rylan was gone. Hope propelled her through the forest until - CRASH- Rylan collided with her, both of them toppling to the ground. 

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Rylan snarled, pinning her to the ground. 

"Let me go!" Sophie screamed, kicking at him, her arms held tightly against the ground. 

"You are not escaping. You are mine," Rylan growled. Sophie began to sob openly. 

"Please let me go. I have family. I have a life. My family has money. We will pay you as much as we can, but please let me go," Sophie cried. 

"I'm sorry, Sophie, but that will not happen," Rylan said, holding her wrists tighter. Sophie continued to thrash as Rylan held her, but as she thrashed she began to feel the energy change between them. As she thrashed, she began to spread her legs and found herself tilting her pelvis towards Rylan. Angry at herself, she forced her legs closed and brought her hips back to the ground, but not before Rylan noticed. 

"Sophie?" he asked huskily, "It appears that you are asking for me." "Don't touch me!" she shrieked. Sophie felt Rylan hardening above her and her body betrayed her yet again as she began to pant and arch her back. Rylan deftly pulled himself out of his pants hovering over Sophie. 

"Your delicious pussy can't help but beg for me," he groaned. "Now, I'm going to give you exactly what you want." And he plunged into Sophie, still keeping her arms pinned to the ground. 

"Argh!" Sophie screamed. She arched her back, her eyes rolling back into her head. Rylan leaned down putting his weight on his elbows, so that his skin rubbed against Sophie's blouse. He pushed her blouse to her neck so Sophie could feel him. He pumped into Sophie, throwing his head back and making a deep animal sound in his throat. 

Swiftly, he pulled Sophie upright and turned her over so that she was on all fours, like an animal. Rylan pushed her upper back down so that her head was nearly in the dirt and her ass stood high in the air, exposed. Rylan took her from behind and Sophie leaned down on her elbows, overcome by the deepness. This position was almost painful as Rylan slammed into her, his skin making a smacking sound each time it hit her ass. 

Sophie's breasts bounced due to the gravity, and she clawed into the dirt to cope with the pleasure. Rylan continued the onslaught, over and over again, his cock filling her and pushing her to places she had never been. She knew in that moment, that she would no longer try to escape Rylan. Animal that he was, he had protected her thus far and she was addicted to his sex. Her erotic revelation brought on a powerful orgasm, and as she began to come, Rylan reached around to rub her clit, as his other hand teased her asshole. 

Sophie screamed and moaned as she came around Rylan and she felt Rylan quicken his pace. A howl ripped through Rylan, and suddenly she felt Rylan pull out of her and she turned around to see what was wrong. Before her eyes, Rylan transformed and his howl turned into that of a wolf. Rylan, in wolf form, sank on all fours, panting as his tongue hung out of his mouth. 




Forced Awakening



Sophie was dirty and half-naked as she crawled toward the wolf. "Rylan?" she asked timidly. The wolf snarled, and Sophie backed away, afraid. Then just as quickly, Rylan transformed back. 

"What the fuck?" he cried, panting on the ground. 

"What just happened?" Sophie asked. 

"I came so hard that I shifted," Rylan said, dazed. "I've heard stories of that happening, but I never believed them. An orgasm has to be so intense, that it shifts our molecules." Rylan was still panting, staring at Sophie in wonder. 

"What have you done to me?" he asked. Sophie stared back in amazement. It was definitely intense, but it made Rylan shift. Sophie was impressed and realized that she was no longer the innocent girl that she was the day before. Rylan stared at her, his eyes questioning and desiring. He walked towards her and began to kiss her. Sophie felt the urgency in his kiss, and she kissed him back. Rylan's kiss became primal, animalistic, and Sophie felt the wolf part of him taking over. 

He brushed her hair aside and pressed his nose to her neck, inhaling her enticing scent. He ran his fingers down her throat, stopping at her collarbone. Sophie's body began to tingle. She was already desiring more from Rylan, and secretly hoping she could make him shift again. Shyly, Sophie dropped to her knees before Rylan's cock. Sophie could already see Rylan begin to stiffen. Sophie felt vulnerable and exposed by her nakedness, but she tried not to focus on her body. She hesitantly took Rylan into her hands and Rylan moaned deeply in response. 

Sophie liked the sound of Rylan's moan, and she took him into her mouth. Rylan moaned louder this time and she felt him harden and lengthen in her mouth. Sophie began to suck and found herself enjoying it immensely. She played with his balls, and then quickly pulled off his cock and took his balls into her mouth, gently swirling them around. Rylan gasped as his hands tangled in her hair. Sophie continued to suck Rylan as if he were the best lollipop she had ever tasted. Sophie pushed Rylan's cock deep into her throat and then slowly slid her tongue along his skin, tasting every inch of him. 

Sophie began to use her hands in conjunction with her mouth and Rylan began pushing his hips, pushing his cock deeper into Sophie's wet, moist mouth. Sophie knew she must be a sight to behold now. Dirty and disheveled, she was kneeling in dirt, giving a werewolf a blowjob. Her clothes lay in a dirty heap nearby, and her creamy skin was smeared with dirt. Her blonde hair was matted and knotted with twigs and bits of earth, and her face was smudged and scratched. Sophie felt as one with the earth. 

Sophie could feel Rylan ready to release in her mouth. He was groaning readily as he kept pushing his hips towards her mouth. She prepared to swallow his salty juices, when suddenly she heard fast hooves approaching and an ominous shriek. Rylan yanked himself out of Sophie's mouth and whirled around. Only twenty yards away was a gruesome animal, shaped like a deer. It was all black, and instead of fur, it was covered with spines. Its head was shaped as a skull, and red eyes stared back, as it bared razor sharp teeth, continuing its screech. 

"Watch out!" Rylan yelled, and Sophie threw herself back just as Rylan phased. Sophie grabbed her clothes to cover her body as Rylan launched himself at the possessed creature. The creature shrieked and sank its teeth into Rylan's neck. Sophie screamed and Rylan howled with pain. Rylan bit one of the creature's legs and blood began to flow, as the animal shrieked wildly, lunging for Rylan again. Sophie dashed behind a tree, peeking around to watch. She knew if Rylan were killed, this animal would come after her. 

The creature snapped again at Rylan's neck and missed as Rylan sank its teeth into the creature's throat, snapping it's long neck. There was a sickly thud as the creature hit the ground, and Sophie watched, revolted, as the animal flailed about the ground before stilling. The air began to vibrate, and Rylan phased back again. He was bleeding from his neck and he staggered towards Sophie. 

Sophie ran out from the tree and tried to help Rylan. She ripped part of the hem from her skirt and held it to his neck trying to stop the bleeding. Shocked, she looked down to see Rylan with a massive erection. 

"Finish. What. You. Started," he gasped trying to catch his breath. Sophie looked at him with wide eyes, shocked he was still thinking of his cock, but dropped to her knees, nonetheless. This shifter had just saved her life a second time, and she owed him a mind-blowing blowjob. Once more, Sophie mouthed his cock, pushing him deep into her throat. Rylan made no sound, but grabbed onto her hair, as if to steady himself. 

Sophie could feel that Rylan was aroused and near orgasm from the adrenaline rush. Sophie sucked feverently, running her hands along his cock and covering every inch with her sweet tongue. 

"Mmm," she murmured dragging her tongue up to his tip and running it along the ridge of his head. She wrapped her mouth around him and felt it begin to throb. Sophie steadied herself and felt the warm liquid that poured into her mouth. She swallowed again and again, taking every last drop. 

When she finally, pulled her mouth off, Rylan looked relaxed and almost happy. And Sophie noticed the gash on his neck and healed considerably. She went to ask how that was possible but he pulled Sophie to her feet, staring at her admiringly. 

"You are fulfilling your duties so well," he murmured. 

"What exactly are my duties?" she asked. 

"Pleasing me," Rylan said plainly. 

"Aren't there other women or shifters or animals that could please you?"

"No, it must be a female human. Only the human woman can satisfy my sexual cravings," Rylan paused, assessing Sophie's naked body. 

"Clean yourself in the water," he ordered, "I will search for more nourishment for you." 

"Don't you eat?" Sophie asked, as she headed to the cool stream. 

"I don't need to eat the same as you or as frequently," Rylan answered before disappearing behind a tree. 

The water felt heavenly on her skin, and she washed herself with the piece of her skirt that she had held against Rylan's neck. How had his wound healed so quickly? It must be the fact that he was a werewolf. And what in the world was that creature that had come for them? It had been ghastly and the fight had been a close call. 

Wringing her hair out, Sophie stepped gingerly from the stream, her body glistening and dripping. Rylan had approached and he admired her petite and curvy frame. Her breasts were round and perky, showing her youth. Her smooth belly led to a sinfully pink pussy and Sophie blushed as Rylan drank in her body. 

As Sophie dressed in her filthy clothes, she watched Rylan enter the water. He had not yet bothered to put on his pants, and Sophie ogled his glorious body as he cleaned himself. His skin was slightly tanned and rugged-looking and his muscles glinted from the water and small patch of sunlight. 

"What was that creature that came after us?" Sophie asked as Rylan brought his head up out of the water, drops clinging to his thick hair. 

"I don't believe it was after us. Only you," Rylan responded. 

"Oh," said Sophie in a small voice, "Why?" 

Rylan shook his head. "I can't figure it out. You are just like any other human. Granted, you are more fair and petite than most, but a human, nonetheless. Unless it is your scent..." he trailed off. 

"My scent?" she prodded. 

"Yes. You smell sweeter than most humans. It is most peculiar." Rylan shook his head as if dismissing a thought, "We must move on. We are getting closer and you will be well protected in my home." He stepped towards Sophie and held his arms out to throw her over his shoulder. Sophie obeyed and stepped towards him, feeling Rylan toss her up as if she were a mere rag doll. 

Rylan now ran through the forest. It was as if he was gaining strength as they continued on their journey. Sophie observed the deep forest as they went, and her mind traveled back to her sexual encounters with Rylan. He had bewitched her body and she was now a slave to his primal sexual desires. She knew she would never be the same again, and she feared her body would now always be hungry and lusting. Only yesterday she could only think of finishing her novel, while now she was consumed with when Rylan would have his way with her again, plunging into her depths, pouring himself into her. 

Sophie knew she should not lust after Rylan. He had kidnapped her, taken her captive from the safety of the world she knew. He had taken advantage of her, assaulted her and stolen her innocence and youth. And yet - Sophie longed for more. Ached for more. She wanted to please Rylan and see the pleasure on his face and hear the ecstasy in his moans. 

Rylan readjusted her backside to tighten his grip as they continued to run through the forest. His hands grazed against her thighs and he gasped. Sophie could feel it now. She had become so aroused while thinking of Rylan, that her moisture was leaking onto her thighs. Rylan placed her on the ground, abruptly to look at her. 

"You are different," he stated. Sophie nodded, unsure of how to respond. Rylan gently took her hand and placed it on his chest. 

"You are part of me now," he said quietly. "I will protect you," he growled and Sophie saw the wolf in him. "You desire me?" he asked and again Sophie nodded. 

Rylan moaned, "I have yearned for this." And he backed her up under a tree before pulling her to the ground. He stared into her eyes, and Sophie saw the carnal lust. Hungrily, Rylan shoved her skirt up and pushed her legs apart and holding her gaze he lowered his mouth onto her already wet pussy. 

"Ohh," Sophie moaned, pleasure washing over her. Rylan started out slowly, tantalizing her as he delicately swirled his tongue around, and his fingers working in tandem. Sophie thrashed on the ground and she began to rub her hands over her breasts through her shirt. She reached down and knotted her hands in Rylan's hair as he worked her. 

Rylan moaned into Sophie's pussy and she went wild with desire. Rylan pushed his tongue into her opening and Sophie arched her back so far that her head came clear off the ground. She squeezed her eyes shut, focusing only on Rylan's touch. Rylan began to flick his tongue quickly against her clit, and Sophie felt the building within her. 

"Please, Rylan, please," she begged. 

Rylan pulled his mouth from between her thighs. "Not yet," he said, pulling her upright and turning her so she was on all fours. Rylan yanked off his pants and got on his knees behind her. He stroked himself quickly and then guided himself into Sophie's pussy. Both Sophie and Rylan groaned at the contact and friction between them. Rylan started slowly and Sophie felt sexually frustrated, wanting her release. She pushed herself back on to him, and Rylan straightened up, steadying himself on her hips. 

As Rylan gripped her hips, he pounded into her and Sophie cried out from his fullness. Rylan moved his hands along her body, pushing up her blouse to feel her silky skin underneath. 

"Do you want me to keep fucking you, Sophie?" Rylan asked hoarsely. 

"Yes, Rylan! Yes! Please. Keep. Fucking. Me," she panted, breathlessly. Rylan reached around and ran his hand along her pussy, feeling the wetness. 

"I want to try something," he said, "do you trust me?" 

Sophie was afraid to answer. She trusted Rylan, but she did not know what he had in store for her. 

"I trust you but I'm scared," she said between ragged breaths. Rylan pulled himself out of her and Sophie cried out in protest. 

"I'm going to take your ass," Rylan told her as he continued to rub his pulsing cock, which was now glistening with Sophie. Sophie trembled on all fours. This terrified her, but she knew whether she wanted to or not, Rylan would have his way with her. 

"We'll go slowly," Rylan said as he pushed one finger into her ass. Sophie felt the tightness and then felt herself relax around him. Rylan rubbed her wetness up into her ass, making her moist. Slowly, he inserted a second finger and Sophie moaned as Rylan began to stretch her. This feeling was so tight, so forbidden. Sophie feared she would combust. Rylan pushed another finger in and Sophie cried out from the pain, but Rylan continued to stretch her , teasing her ass and groaning as he worked. 

"Your ass is so tight, Sophie. You will feel wonderful," he said appreciatively. Very slowly, Rylan pulled his fingers out and Sophie screamed in ecstasy. Rylan gently pushed the tip of his cock into her tight asshole. Sophie panted from the tightness. Rylan waited until she relaxed around him and he slowly pushed in further. Again, Sophie shrieked with pleasure, feeling more full than she knew possible. 

Sophie relaxed again and Rylan thrust the full length of his cock into her asshole and cried out with desire as Sophie dropped to her elbows, unable to take the assault. Moaning with pleasure, Sophie rested her head on the dirt as Rylan slowly pushed in and out of her asshole. She felt her ass clench around his cock and Rylan moaned more loudly than Sophie had heard thus far. 

"Oh, yes!" Rylan cried out as he continued to ravage her ass. Sophie tried to hold it together, but she could only moan into the dirt, the sensation of him in her tight asshole was too much. Rylan wrapped his hands around her front and began to jam his fingers into her pussy. 

This was far too much for Sophie and she cried out over and over again as her body rocked from a never-ending orgasm. Sophie was Rylan's. She belonged to a shifter. Every inch of her body was his and she knew she would let Rylan do with her as he pleased as long as they were together. Sophie was nothing but a slut of the forest, reduced to desire and lust. She was nothing but a wanton woman on her hands and knees, letting an animal acquire her asshole. 

She continued to moan and tremble and she felt Rylan pull out abruptly and felt the air change behind her. Before Sophie could turn around, she heard the howl of Rylan as wolf and she knew at once the orgasm had been too powerful. Rylan howled and sank to the ground, panting. Sophie collapsed onto the damp earth, a heap of sex. Rylan shifted back after a minute's time and he lay on the earth panting, staring at Sophie. 

"You," he accused. Sophie could not help Rylan's phasing. She was still trying to recover from her mind-blowing orgasm. Rylan stood up and dragged Sophie to her feet pushing her against a tree. Sophie feared him and turned her head away. Rylan grabbed her jaw and looked at her, tenderness crossing his face before possession clouded his eyes. 

"You are mine," he growled. "I own your breasts, pussy and ass," he breathed grabbing each body part as he said it. Sophie nodded. 

" You are my Sophie and I have power over your body. Your role is to satisfy me and you will continue this role." 

"Yes," Sophie said softly, hardly able to stand. In one swift movement, Rylan tossed her over his shoulder. 

"We must move quickly now. We are nearly there." And now Rylan sprinted.

"Rylan? How can you move so fast with my weight? It seems as if I am getting lighter and lighter." 

Rylan didn't answer and Sophie wondered if he didn't hear her. 

"It is your satisfying of my needs," he said slowly. "I need to possess female humans for my strength." 

"Possess as in have sex with?" Sophie asked. 

"Yes." 

"But you are getting stronger," she observed. 

"Yes," Rylan sighed. "The more willing the maiden, the greater the strength." 

That made sense. As Sophie gave into her desires and lusted for Rylan, he took more strength from her. This was more bizarre by the hour. Sophie wondered what her family was thinking now. They must be frantic, yet Sophie had already given up hope. Her life now lay in being Rylan's sex slave. Perhaps one day she could be free as he had mentioned, but right now Rylan fucking her repeatedly appealed to her. 

"We're here," Rylan said softly placing her down. Sophie looked around. The area was not much different from the rest of the forest. They were standing in a large clearing. Brush and bushes surrounded the clearing, which was almost a perfect circle. However, it seemed the forest ended here, or more likely the landscape changed. The clearing backed up against a large mountain and Sophie could see the mountain opened up to caves where it met the ground. 

"You live here?" Sophie asked and Rylan nodded. Sophie assumed he must take refuge in the caves. What kind of existence did he have? She peered up at Rylan, and emotions flicked across his face. Tenderness, desire, concern, want, power. Sophie reached up to touch Rylan's face gently. Yes, he had kidnapped her, but he had also saved her from hideous forest creatures. She stroked his cheek and Rylan brought his mouth onto hers. Sophie wrapped herself into the kiss, feeling the heat radiate from Rylan, she felt his growing erection and she reached into his pants for his ready cock. Suddenly, Rylan hissed, pulling away before scanning the area. 

"What?" Sophie asked. 

"We are not alone," Rylan snarled. Sophie peered around the forest and stifled a scream. Peering back at her from all sides of the clearing, were set after set of glowing yellow eyes. Rylan stepped in front of her, protectively. 

"Rylan?" she whispered, "what are they?" Wolf after wolf slinked out of the brush, pawing at the ground and pacing readily, their tails wagging menacingly. 

"They are my brothers. They see my strength." He paused, his eyes dark. "And they desire their turn with your body," he growled. 

Sophie felt the world go fuzzy, and just before she collapsed, her last thought was a pack of wild wolves wanted to take turns fucking her. 

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The following is an excerpt from the next chapter in the Forced, Fucked, and Bred Trilogy - Breeding the Female 

The two deep brown wolves appeared to be brothers, maybe even twins. Their skin was a deep tan, and they had dark eyes. They eyed Sophie hungrily, as they circled her like prey. The cream-colored wolf, was young and thin, with pale eyes, but had an air of leadership about him. He stood very still, watching Sophie. The midnight black wolf phased into a tall man, with dark, rich skin, which he rubbed as he moved towards her. Lastly, Sophie noticed the silkier wolf change into a stunning man. He had long dark chocolate hair that hung sexily across his face, which was full of desire and lust. Sophie gasped at the sight. 

The naked men began circling her, various emotions flicking across their faces: power, lust, desire, violence, hunger. Sophie noticed the remaining wolves step back into the clearing. Their eyes reminded Sophie of fireflies, and she thought fleetingly of her home. The home that was no longer hers. She belonged to the woods and these wolves now. 

The brothers reached her first. One began to stroke himself, groaning as he stared at Sophie. The other brother brought his hand to her neck, pulling slightly, exposing her skin before sniffing her. He inhaled deeply and growled in appreciation. 

"Won't - won't you at least tell me your names?" Sophie stuttered. If these men were going to fuck her, she wanted to know whom they were. One of the brothers snickered. "I am Morio," he replied. 

"Orson," the other brother responded. 

"Silas," breathed the pale boy. 

"Rinji," the dark man said softly. 

Sophie stared at the beautiful man with the long hair, waiting for his reply. He seemed unsure of using his voice. "My name is Arden," he whispered. 

The sweet night air hung around the five men and Sophie, clinging to this moment. Time stood still. Sophie felt the world shift on its axis; she saw the men as wolves and then as men again, their shapes and lines blurred by fantasy and reality. She felt her body come to life under the night sky, and then the moment ended before Sophie could taste it; savor it. 




Forced Awakening



The men pounced on Sophie, and she was a sea of sensations trying to right herself. She felt hands, mouths and skin all over her. Someone was yanking her hair aside and she felt a warm mouth on her neck; Orson. More hands were deftly working her blouse, removing it to release her full breasts; she saw Silas grin wickedly as he pressed his mouth to her breasts, moaning into her sweet skin. Morio was hiking her skirt up from behind, his hands fondling her ass, as he pushed his massive erection against her. 

Sophie tried to fight it, pushing the men away, but they outnumbered her, and even though they were weak, they were stronger than Sophie any day. Rinji pushed Silas out of the way, pressing his dark naked body to Sophie's milky skin; a stark contrast. Silas growled in response, before kneeling and biting on Sophie's thighs. Sophie felt her skirt slide to the ground, and someone pulled her body out of it. 

She felt multiple hands travel up her thighs, kneading them with strong knuckles. She tried to say stop, but a hard mouth pressed against her lips, and she gazed into Morio's dark eyes. She felt a cock push into the crack between her ass and a deep moan escape its owner. Sophie turned her head to see Silas, carnal desire burning in his eyes. Morio yanked her face back to his mouth and continued to assault her with his tongue. 

The following is an excerpt from the first episode in The Beast's Forced Mating - Virgin In Heat 

While Charlotte is vacationing at her family's lake house she comes upon a beautiful and majestic wolf, discovering that the animal is injured, she rushes to his aid. Suddenly Charlotte is captured and forced into the beast's world - still a virgin and sexually naive, she's unprepared for the creatures sexual appetite. She knows deep down that part of her wants Silas to claim her, to possess her in a way that she knows is wrong and forbidden. 

She struggles to survive in this feral world, running from horrible creatures and her newly awakened sexual need. Charlotte's shameful lust for the beast's may be her undoing. 

Read on for a small taste of what's inside: 

Silas reached for her skirt, and in one swift movement he brought it down her legs. Charlotte had never felt more vulnerable or exposed in her life. Part of her felt that she was living in some twisted fairy tale, only she was being taken partly against her will. Silas moved toward her legs, his hungry mouth kissed and licked up her thin creamy thighs, tasting all of her. 

"You are mine," he breathed, "No one can claim you but me." 

"I don't understand." 

"You don't have to understand. I claim you, Charlotte. You are mine." 

His voice was husky and Charlotte felt goose bumps cover her skin at his strange words. 

Silas' hands reached her undergarments and Charlotte panicked. She sat upright, her green eyes wide with fear. 

"No, please. Please don't," she pleaded with a shaky voice. 

"You must let me." His tone was adamant. 

Charlotte covered her face. "No. I can't. I can't!" 

"It's not a choice," Silas growled, and Charlotte cowered from his change of tone. 

"Please. I'm a virgin. Please don't do this," she sobbed, her body shaking now, her milky skin a stark contrast against the lush landscape. 

Silas pried her hands away from her face and cupped her chin. "It must be this way. I don't want to take you by force, but I will." 

Charlotte began to sob louder, but she lay down in the grass submissively. 

Silas slid her underwear down her legs and Charlotte turned her head away, squeezing her eyes shut. She felt Silas' fingers brush against her sex, and she couldn't help the moan that escaped her lips. It was a completely new sensation and her eyes popped open wide in surprise. 

"It feels good, doesn't it?" Silas drawled, but Charlotte remained still, waiting for him to touch her again. 

Silas didn't disappoint and his fingers rubbed her softly, tangling in her pink skin. He changed his pressure from hard to soft, hard to soft and Charlotte felt herself begin to lose control of her body. She began to twist and buck in the grass and she circled her hips in needy movements, desperate for more of Silas' addicting touch. 

Silas chuckled softly, and spread her open like a flower, before he began to rub her clit. This time Charlotte cried out and arched her back off the ground. How had pleasure like this existed without her knowledge? This was a new world and she knew she would never be the same again. An unfamiliar sensation came over Charlotte and she felt as if she would burst. Her thighs trembled and her breath quickened. 

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Curves For His Pleasure (The Billionaire's Curvy Submissive Part 1) - Kindle Store 

Fresh out of the undergraduate gate, Claire Baxter is having a hell of a time trying to make ends meet in the Big Apple. 

With her dead-beat college sweet(ish)heart as a roommate and a thankless job at a pretentious TriBeCa children's store, Claire's prospects are not looking particularly ideal. 

Her situation bottoms out one October morning when a particularly nefarious straphanger starts harassing her on a delayed subway train, but on the edge of Claire losing it, a gorgeous stranger intervenes on her behalf and instantly ensnares her heart. 

Tumbling head-on into the naughty bits of a steamy affair with her mysterious savior, Claire is horrified to discover that her knight in shining armor may not exactly be hers for the taking. 

A small taste of what's inside: 

"It was so nice of you to help me today," Claire said quickly, not allowing herself to dream of his hands on her, "With that creep and all." 

"To tell you the truth, I felt a bit creepy after that ordeal as well," he said, letting the front door close behind him. He slid the lock into place and turned to face her. "I can't understand what happened to me when I saw that man try to touch you. I felt... jealous." 

"What?!" Claire spluttered, "I mean... what do you...?" 

"It's like... I knew in that moment that I wanted you to belong to me," the man said, advancing on Claire, "I wanted it to be my hands on you. And only mine." 

"...Oh?" Claire said faintly. The man was inches away from her, towering a foot taller than she. She felt her breath quicken, and her breasts began to heave before her. The man registered this and let out a soft moan. He lifted a strong, firm hand and cupped her quivering chin, tilting her eyes up to meet his. 

"I would never dream of doing anything you didn't want me to do," he said deliberately, absolutely. "Do you understand that?" Claire nodded, mute. Every fiber of her being screamed in agony of his being so near and not yet in her, through her. "May I..." he said, and she felt his finger tips on her arm, "May I touch you?" She thought she would swoon as she nodded violently, pressed against the wall of her small apartment's hallway. 

He let his fingers run down her arm with excruciating care. As his hand met her waist, he let his arm slide around her body and pulled her to him. Her breasts pressed firmly against his chest, and she felt his hot breath on her neck. His hands found their way to her hips, and she let her own wander along his chest. She wove her fingers through his pitch black hair and, on a wave of newborn courage, tugged at the roots of it. He gasped softly, his fingers digging into the flesh of her back. He clearly liked a bit of roughhousing, Claire thought. That boded well. 

The man threw his weight against Claire's body and pinned her to the wall with his hips. She felt a sudden, urgent need to draw him in, into the deepest parts of her. Her shoulders smacked against the wall as she steadied herself with her hands on his shoulders. Their eyes met in the dim twilight. 

"I want you to take me," she whispered, amazed at her daring, "Take me for yourself."