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The Conquest

By: the_indian



My name is Tara. I am a 25 year old housewife. I live in Mumbai with my husband Dilip who is a software engineer for a US based MNC. We have been married for 2 years. Dilip and I have been planning to start a family for some time. With Dilip getting a promotion last year the planning has gotten into the backburner.

It all started on a rainy day 3 months back. Dilip had gone to office and I was alone at home. Monsoon is Mumbai can really be harsh. I was at my bed reading a novel as the raining started. It started as a drizzle but soon it was pouring cats and dogs.

I sat by the window relishing the outside view as suddenly the doorbell rang. It could not have been the maid as she had already finished the day's work and left. Confused, I went to the door and peeped through the looking glass. To my surprise, I saw a stranger standing outside. I felt a cold chill run down my spine. I thought of avoiding but then I gathered some strength and opened the door. "What is it you want?" I asked."Maam, could I use your washroom please. I am in great need."

I was in a dilemma. It was great risk allowing an intruder to enter your apartment. But, then again I thought, what if he is genuinely in need to relieve himself. It's really not sensible to distrust every one.

With this thought, I opened the door and let him in. As he entered I got a chance to look at this mysterious stranger. I reckoned, he must have been well above 6 ft tall, with a very athletic built. What made me uncomfortable was his eyes which were really big and had a searing glance, as if with an insidious intent. I showed him the way to the washroom and he gave me a smile before leaving which made me feel really uneasy.

He came back after 5 mins. He again threw a smile at me and said, "The rain is pouring too heavily. Could I just stay back a while till the rain lessens, his voice had command rather than plea."

"I don't think that's a good idea. My husband generally does not approve letting strangers in. I am sorry I have to ask you to leave." I blabbered, now getting increasingly tense.

"That's really rude. It's just for a few minutes." his voice showed a mock sense of disappointment as his eyes were still lit up.

"I am sorry I can't let u stay" I tried desperately to sound normal. He suddenly lunged forward and caught me by the hair." I want you bitch"

"Leave me, please, I have money. U take it but don't hurt me." I shrieked.

"Do you think I am in need of money. I want your tight cunt, slut. I will fuck your tight cunt so hard that you will never ask for any man's dick in future" His voice stone cold.

In a flash I realized the unthinkable is going to happen. I am going to be raped. I could have never thought of landing up in such a situation.

The intruder dragged me by the hair to the bedroom and pinned me down to the bed. I could feel the girth of his torso and realized he had a well-built body, way larger than my husband's.

"Leave me you bastard, I cried, trying to resist vehemently, throwing kicks and fists at my assailant." But he dint even flinch.

He then rolled me over on my back and his hand explored my jeans button. I tried to move away from him and threw my legs at him. At that moment he slapped me hard on the cheeks and I dropped to the bed like a discarded toy.my head started spinning with the impact.

He wasted no further time as his fingers worked with eager earnest. He unbuttoned my jeans and lowered them to my legs in one swing. I was lying on the bed jus in my inners in full view of my perpetrator.

"Wow, u have a gorgeous cunt." he said.

Please let me go, tears flowed down my cheeks. He ignored my pleas and grabbed by legs and parted them forcefully. Then he put his fingers on my panty and tore it off in one brisk motion. I was naked waist down and shivering at the thought of the impending calamity.

He then put two of his index fingers at the mouth of my pussy and smiled malevolently. He then abruptly inserted them inside my quivering hole and started thrusting. With each thrust my nipples started becoming hard. I realized that my pussy had started moistening by the expert maneuvering of the intruder, as if it wanted to aid and abet his foul intentions.

Then all of a sudden my cunt betrayed me and wrapped around his fingers tightly. I wondered what was happening to me. How can I get excited at what my rapist was doing? But I had to admit, the strength of my rapist was too good. He continued finger fucking my cunt without dropping his pace. Now, I was feeling a little lightheaded but whether it was from fear or pleasure I couldn't fathom. I started feeling guilty of my sensations and thought of switching off in my mind and not think of what was happening to me. But I could feel it burning deep inside my belly. A bubble wanting to come out like lava from a crater.my rapist must have read my facial expressions and saw it coming. At that very instant he put his thumb on my engorged clit and gave a firm push!!

An electric current went through my entire being. It was inexplicably sudden and violent and my vaginal walls clenched my rapist's fingers in wild abandon. I came hard and a muffled cry escaped my lips. I was awash with a whirlwind of pleasure and wetness.my pussy spasmed uncontrollably and my rapist laughed hysterically.

"You are quite a slut. You should be ashamed of yourself" he said proud of the accomplishment of his fingers.

I felt his words stinging me like bullets. He was telling the truth. How could my body respond to this extent to his advances? I covered my face with my hands and started whimpering. There was a dull soreness in my body created by the violent orgasm. He lifted my shivering form and put me on my knees.

Now, my dear slut, you know what I want don't you?

I knew exactly what he wanted. I lifted my hair off my face and nodded. But then I realized I was going too far. I gathered my strength and asked him to let me go one more time. But as I looked into his big cold eyes I realized he will not let me go before he gets what he wanted.

With shivering hands I stooped forward and started to unzip his trousers. As I unbuttoned I realized his member was monstrous. As I lowered his pants down to his knees I could see it taut, his underwear struggling to keep it restrained in its limits. I slowly slid the inner down and his member jutted like a jumbo spring in front of me.

I was startled as It sprang forth. I tried to gauge its length and to my horror realized it must be at least 9 inches. It was almost 3 inches longer than my husband and its width was prolific .Its spasming motion made me really confused. I felt a twinging between my legs and was deeply embarrassed at my predicament.

I remained silent, confused and ashamed of myself all the way.

He said pointing at his giant member. " Now you will learn how to love this monster, won't you, my darling slut? "

I was transfixed at the monstrous instrument. It was plain unreal. I wondered how a human being could possess such a huge organ. It was just 3 inches away from my mouth. Its pulsating motion was virtually paralyzing my senses.

I was in the whirlwind of perplexing emotions. My heart was telling me to give in whereas my head was asking me to cry my lungs out.

Hey slut, I don't have the entire day. Start showing what your mouth can offer and maybe I will forgive your cunt for today. If you don't comply then I swear my cocky would surely batter your cunt so hard that you would not be able to walk for a whole fucking week.

I was stunned by his words .I was not sure whether I would be able to take even the tip of his penis inside my mouth .I started considering my options. I had just stopped for a while to consider his demands that suddenly he slapped my cheeks using his rocklike penis.

I started seeing stars in broad daylight.

But finally my fear gave in. I decided that come whatever may I will not put my body in further trouble from my ravenous assailant and will oblige to his demands' quickly grabbed the bottom part of his penis.slowly I protruded my tongue and slowly started flickering it over his penis.

"That's it my darling, that's it. Put it in your mouth, you fucking slut."

I slowly opened my mouth further and took it in as much possible.

"Wow my slut, very nice. Lick it well, aaahhhh...you seem to be an expert...it seems you have serviced many before...uuummmmm..."

Suddenly I felt a tinge of wetness between my legs. Whether I wanted to finish quickly to get myself out of my travails or was it something else. I was growing confused.

Slowly I placed his member in my mouth properly and pulled his thighs towards me. Still I had a part of its length in my hand and I realized that his cock has reached my throat. I pushed back a little for support and rested my back on the hood of the cot.

Now he started to pull out his cock and then again reinsert it thus fucking my mouth. With each stroke he tried to put his cock deep into my throat. His strong arms had firmly gripped face.

"Aaahhhhh...slut...take more, take it bitch, open your mouth a little more my whore."

Now he was fucking my mouth vigorously and his thrusts had stormy pace. Every time with each single thrust he rested the tip of his cock deep into my gullet and it became impossible for me to breath. Then he slowly would withdraw for a second and quickly reinsert it with animalistic passion. I kept holding the base of his penis so that I don't suffer much.

Suddenly he caught hold of both of my arms and lifted them off the air and immediately gave a hard thrust and his cock jammed in my gullet.

"Aaaaghhhh...Aaghhhhhh...today you will realize what a giant cock means."

My whole body went absolutely rigid. My nose was lodged in his public hair and his balls were slapping my chin. The entire length of his penis was inside my mouth and two-thirds of it was inside my throat.

Now he was thrusting in my mouth like a hungry animal. He was trying every time to put his penis into my throat as much as possible.

I knew what was coming and I was solely responsible for that .Nobody now could stop the ramming of my throat by his cock .I could only hear two noises, one of my head pounding on the hood of the cot and the swishing sound of his cock violating my throat.

Then he released my arms and without wasting any time I gripped the shaft of his penis by the base.

Now instead of putting his cook in my throat he kept it in my mouth and asked me to suck it vigorously. Suddenly I realized that my pussy was now dripping wet. I don't know why my body betrayed my mind like that. I was searching for answers in my mind but could not find any. Then I realized that I subconsciously had started to suck my rapist's penis. He has stopped giving thrusts and I had taken the charge. I started to taken in as much penis inside as I could and maintained a constant rhythm. My actions would have resembled a whore at that point.

"Ahhhhhgggg ...Ahhhgghhhh...slut...I am about to come."

I had sucked cock before but have never allowed anyone to come in my mouth and this rapist would be the last person to do that, I decided.

The idea of him coming in my mouth had disturbed me immensely. I tried frantically to remove his shaft from my mouth. Not only could I not make that happen but my struggle on the contrary excited my assailant further. He then thrusted with his hips and my heads banged against the hood violently. His rod jammed abruptly inside my gullet taking away all the air from my lungs.

Suddenly I felt liquid spurting in my throat.

"Aagghhhhhh...Aagghhhhhhh.Aaahhhh...take it slut, take my juice..."

He shouted as his first load gushed out and went straight down my gullet tried a lot to remove his spurting member from my mouth but all my efforts went in vain in front of his ravenous power. His penis kept on splashing and his juices flowed straight into my stomach. He kept his penis in my mouth until all his semen has been spilt.After he was assured of his purpose he loosened his grip and pulled out his penis out of my mouth.

"I know all u sluts love to drink from cocks. You are no different."

I had a glimpse of his still leaking penis. I felt so disgusted by the smell and taste of his semen that I decided that I will never suck any more cock in my life.

I swear his spent cock was bigger than my husband's engorged cock. his juices were dripping from my face. I dropped on the floor exhausted.

"Please can I be spared now?" I asked trembling." I have done everything

you asked me. Please let me go now."

He started laughing hysterically. I felt very ashamed at that moment. My pussy was still sore from the finger fucking and my breasts were tight and nipples rock hard. 

"whats your name?" 

"Taara" I said in a subdued voice.

"Wow a gorgeous name. and you are even more beautiful. Do you think I will let you go so easily?"

"You promised that you will let me go if I did as you told. I have done whatever you asked. Now please let me go."

As I said the words quickly my eyes fell upon his lower part. To my horror I saw his penis was already hard again. Within a few seconds it enlarged and took the form of an inflated balloon.

"Oh my God. Its not over yet. Run Taara." My inner voice shrieked.

I gathered all my residual strength and lunged forward to free myself from the monster and run towards the door.Suddelny I felt a burning pain in my hair.

He hold me by my hair and pulled me onto him with one savage thrust.

"Where are you going bitch. You are my slut now. You can't go anywhere unless I let you.", he roared.

He started pounding my breasts with an animal instinct and within seconds tore my tank top off my body. Now I was only clad in bra which was barely covering my breasts. While exploring my nipples he went mad as if he was feeling it for the first time. He started mashing my boobs like crazy over the flimsy fabric and started nibbling at my neck and shoulders.

"Where were you going darling? I was behaving so gently with you. Its not good for someone to be so rude. Is this the way you thank someone. Now see these gestures of yours have driven me crazy."

Then suddenly he rammed my head against the bed. I almost died in pain. All my strength went out of the window. My breasts have become rosy red. It had never faced such assault in my entire life.

He spread my legs wide with his strong arms. The opening of my ass was surely visible to him now.

"Your ass is very tight, slut. It seems you are a virgin down there, isn't it?"

"No, no, not there. Please I beg you." I tried hard to free myself from his grip.

But he was too powerful. Now while treading on my breasts he suddenly pulled me towards him. I realized that his rock hard penis was crawling up my back and his balls touching my butt.

"Your husband's cock can't douse the fire in you. Isn't that true Taara?"

His hot breath was flowing down my neck like wildfire. It suddenly gave a very yes yes sensation to my vagina but then as I remembered the size of his cock, I bursted back to reality."

I again struggled to break free but then he again dashed my head back into the bed.

"If you don't stop bitch I will put my dick into your nice virginhole and will rip it apart. If you think I am lying then make yourself satisfied." With that I felt the invading presence of tip of his member at the entrance of my anal opening.

I froze to the spot, not believing what I heard.

"Where do you want it bitch, back or forth."

"Noooooooo...pleaseeeeeeeeeeeee...not in there..noooo..." tears ran down my cheeks.

"Tell me no honey, where to..pussy or ass...quick...I don't have all night."

"Ok bitch. I will decide for you then. Lets explore the uncharted territory." He aligned his member on my anal opening.

"Noooooo...I shouted at the top of my voice."

"What now bitch"

"Put it in my pussy. dont put in my ass...pleaseeeeeeeeee..." I managed to utter" in between sobs.

I was shivering with fear. I was inviting my assailant to put his penis in my vagina.

He was stroking his penis from the lining of my pussy to that of my asshole.

Once again he pressed his cockhead against my asshole.

I once again shrieked "Nooo...Not there...put it in my cunt." I had lost all hope by now.

All this while he had held my cupped breasts over the fabric in his palm and was continuously molesting them.

With a pause of a few seconds he finally kept his cockhead in the moist folds of my labia and aligned it to the opening of my snatch.

Then it happened. I felt the thick shaft enter into my depths in one savage thrust.

I screamed loudly. He slowly withdrew his cock from my opening only for a second and then again thrust it in and I again howled in pain. He left my hair and kept his hand at my thighs.

Now he started to fuck my pussy at a frenetic pace. I was being swayed in his hands like a doll. He roared and grunted after every thrust which sounded like a wounded animal's howls. His expressions made me wonder as if he had never had experience of fucking a woman like this before.

" Aaaghhh...aagh...see how my cock goes inside your sweet cunt...see bitch, how my manhood is tearing your slick passage...I am gonna rip your sweet cunt, slut''

I have never felt so full in my life. My pussy had virtually eaten up the entire length of his cock.

Suddenly he pinched my nipples from over my bra and I realized that my pussy has started to betray myself as it contracted sharply in response, virtually clamping his penis. I felt an inundation of sexual pleasure spreading through my body. I don't know how or why this was happening.

Now he slid me on my back on the bed and started fucking me vigorously.

Whenever his cock would disappear into my depths my slick passage tried to grip it as hard as it could. He was growling like a wounded wolf.

I was straining mentally not to support the idea of him raping me.

" MMmmmmmm...mmmmm.mmmmm...ahhhh...What a cunt u have slut. Its world class..i have fucked many twats till now but there is none like yours."

Now he was inserting his ramrod faster than before.

Whenever he would enter me the weight of his member would massage my clit.

My clit was now having a strange sensation.

" Ohhhhh ...ahhhhhhh.ohhhhh ohhhh noooo..." I was cumming 

I tried to conceal my enraptured feeling but my spasming pussy gave a telltale signal to my rapist. He stopped started laughing hysterically.

"I know you like my big cock destroying your little pussy...every slut loves it and you are no exception. You should be ashamed of yourself that your poor cunt capsized like a boat in the hurricane in front of my monster."

I started feeling disgusted at his vile comments and simultaneously angry at myself for not being able to muster enough control.

Suddenly I was thrust back to reality as I felt the pressure of his monstrous knob at my anal opening.

Noooooooo...dontttttttttttt...not there...pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeee...I cried out hysterically...

Why slut? I bet you like to show off those lovely piece of ass around...Let them also know what is means to love a real cock...he said in a devilish tone.

I started sobbing uncontrollably in front of him and he kept on laughing and at the same time kneading my breasts with his rough palms through the flimsy material.

My breasts have become rock hard by now. The bra was barely able to keep them restrained.

Please don't fuck me in the ass...put it in my pussy...please...noooooo...I wailed. I don't know how those words came out from my mouth. Whether it was my fear or the beckoning of the dark area between my loins I am not sure.

That's it my whore...I was just waiting to hear exactly that...with those words he eventually put his member into my finally into my slit with one savage thrust.

The force of his thrust took my breath away. It felt as if his cock was touching my cervix.


The Conquest



Now he was moving very fast inside my slit. His shaft had stretched my vagina which now was gripping his member ever so tightly. He was now thrusting in me so hard as if his life depended on it. I just could not do anything but to lie back and receive his brutal blows.

My pussy was dripping wet from the juices of the two previous orgasms.

aaahhhh ahhhh ahhh...Taara...now I am going to fill up your cunt with my thick juice...he snarled.

Pleassssssssssssseeee...dont do it...dont cum in my pussy...come in my mouth...I will drink it all...pleaseeeeeee...don put ur load in me...I don wana get pregnant.

Now his speed became frantic...like lightning his cock was now ramming my defeated pussy...My pussy was dripping like a soaked cloth and my clit was swollen and red due to intense friction.

He pulled me from the bed and brought me face to face to get a better friction.

I was feeling very ashamed of myself. My body was responding like a complete slut.

I am gonna come now Taaraa...I am gonna come in your sweet pussy...Oh..how I have waited for this moment...come with me my slut...aahhhhhhh...

I realized that the torrid moment was at hand. I had seen the intensity of his release. If he gets a chance to unload his shaft in my tube then it would almost certainly breed me and I can't let that happen.

Gathering all my strength I lunged forward to get myself free from his grip.

But he had sensed my intention and kept me pinned down with his gigantic form. He then quickly grabbed me around my breasts in a deadly embrace, and put me against my efforts into the bed onto my back, now his entire length covering me fully with no space for me to maneuver thus ending my desperate final endeavor for freedom.

He suddenly put both his hands each on the cup covers of my bra and with one pull tore them off the bridge thus revealing my full breasts with sore red nipples protruding from the merciless manhandling before.

His mouth lowered and found my nipples and he started sucking at them as if he wanted to devour and relish them all at the same time. With one hand he kept kneading the other intensifying the emerging flame inside me which I kept fighting to repress. He kept nibbling at both my nipples and his wanton lust was starting to infect my veins slowly.

Now with one arm he grabbed my heaving hips firmly and another he grabbed my tit fiercely and gave a thunderous thrust with all his strength.

I swear I felt his glans jam into the end of my tight vaginal passage and slam at the entrance of my uterus.

As I felt his cockhead swell tremendously in eager anticipation to inundate my proud love channel, I tried to scream hard but he suddenly placed his rough lips on mine and choked the flow of any word from me.

Suddenly I felt the tip vibrate fiercely in my tight passage and a warm liquid sensation spread slowly

Aaaaaaaaaghh... Agghhhh...aaahhh...i am cumming in you whore!!He grunted loudly as I felt that now his seed was in me.

In a delirium of utter bliss of release his hips uncontrollably lunged forward in a bid to impale me further. I felt his again expanding monstrous tip inch further. The intense friction of his shaft with my inner walls re-ignited a doused fire inside me and I panicked.

He suddenly arched back his head and then gave a raw brutal thrust and at the same time a loud cry of pain left my mouth as with tremendous force his cock tip rammed against my cervix.

In that instant his swollen bulbous tip throbbed with a feverish intensity and a short torrent of syrupy discharge splashed against my cervix and I now felt his second load too inside my cramped space.

His cock automatically contracted and pulled back with a spasm and he grabbed the sides of my abdomen to gather support and at the same time with sadistic fervor pressed his fingers hard.

The shock of his discharge increasing in me and the searing pain in my abdomen heightened my pleasure which was now going beyond my control.

With wild abandon my rapist pressed my abdomen fiercely and gave a merciless thrust and his cockhead swelled enormously and clogged snugly the space up to my cervix thus aligning itself for the final attack at the gates of my womanhood which was now bared for the taking.

This time the shaft bruised my cilt on its way and was too much for me to endure.

I realized my orgasm was building from my innermost cores and I realized that I could do nothing to stop it and that it would ruin all the last vestiges of my resistance. At that realization I gritted my teeth not to let go. Somehow I had to gain control.

Then suddenly the rapist uttered, "My slut I know you want this to happen. Nothing can stop me from breeding you tonight. Dare not hold back you bitch. Aaagghhhhhhhhhhhh...take it...take it all." His words shattered me in a painful revelation. He had planned it all along to knock me up.

With that his penis throbbed shaking my insides and this time I felt his surge zeroing on my narrow cape as if demanding entry into my womb.

The surging pressure and his flagitious words was all it took to burst the crater of the volcano inside me.

Aaaaaghhhhh...aaaghhh...ohhhhh...nooooooooooo...my cunt contracted around his cock, now decoupled from my voluntariness.

My rapist realized that his dream has now been fulfilled and that he has won over his victim and he gave a triumphant roar as his shaft continued to swell for its next forceful delivery.

But now something changed in me. There was a sudden flurry of conflicting emotions and I was feeling extremely light headed. Suddenly the force of my orgasm overcame me and I gave a shrill cry of defeat. I lost track of my current tribulation and was suddenly reveling in the most intense waves of pleasure I have ever experienced.

In that moment of truth, suddenly my vagina contracted around the penis of my assailant and gripped it in a death vice.

My rapist had never imagined such a reaction and his face showed the most excruciating signs of pleasure as my cunt squeezed his manhood.

For the first moment that night I realized that somehow I was in control though it meant complete doom for me.

Ohhh... yess...bitch...squeeze it...ohhh... yess...ahhhhhhhhhhh...fuck... was all he could muster as my pussy clamped down further and sucked out hot jism right from his balls.

My vaginal muscles spasmed again and this time my assailant gave a hoarse cry of surrender as his strength was now being quickly sucked out like clockwork. In the moment of intense frenzy I realized my cervix contract and slurp a substantial amount of semen in thus making my defilement complete.

Ohhh...shit...bitch ...you are milking me good...aaghhh...yess...he howled as if in great pain as his cock spewed hot pellets of cum directly onto my now vulnerable womb racing to impregnate me. His strength was gone now and he embedded his head into the valley of my breasts emitting indistinct guttural moans of ecstasy and wanting to be nursed in a childlike fantasy. His sudden helplessness and demands of childlike nursing peaked my orgasmic ecstasy and as it crested evoked the most intense maternal instincts in me as my arms involuntarily clasped his head and pressed it into my mounds as if our souls were intertwined. 

I reveled in the feeling of drawing out the last bit of control out of my molester at the same time not realizing that I was drowning in my own pit.

Again my muscle contracted and this time a thick jet of his man juices splattered my insides and I shivered in delight. More of his babymakers now found access to my uterus by the courtesy of my violently contracting cervix. 

As I finally started coming to my senses I realized what I was doing.

I was facilitating the intention of my rapist!! 

I was coming for him making almost sure for his invading sperms to find fertile ground in me and take root joyously.

He already had pumped a big load of semen in me and if this continued my defenses will be breached and I will get a bellyful.

I whined in despair. Noooooo...This egged him on and he kept jabbing in me with short strokes. Yess...ahhh...keep doing it my slut...u are awesome... I continued to groan and squeak but my pussy had none of it and it spasmed rhythmically squeezing out small gobs of nectar from him and my contracting cervix fed on them voraciously.

Noooooooooo... I cried hopelessly...as my pussy betrayed me and was nursing at his cock so intently and his cock returning the favor by filling it with all it had got. 

Now I became almost certain that the damage has been done and with that feeling another shattering orgasm ripped through me and I now completely surrendered to fate...Agghhhhhh...oohhhhhh...shit...Noooooooooooo.

Ensured of his complete victory now his arms now clenched my upper body with utter satiety and domination like a child holding a toy and our bodies tangled into a confused mass. In the meanwhile his penis kept rummaging my tunnel and his virile liquid fire kept running over my chasm in a bid to mark its manly imprint into my feminine essence.

My feet and arms were dangling in the air and they dint have an ounce of strength left in them.

He shouted for one final time and dropped on top of me panting laboriously. His member slowly came out of my pussy. His warm juice was overflowing my pussy and dripping down my thighs and soaking my bed sheet.

The job has been done I felt. He has bred me good. He had put enough seed in me to knock me up. And I have come enough to betray my vulnerable egg by allowing my cervix to contract and let the assailant sperms engulf it. I could feel liquid oozing from my hole still. Amidst sobs my heart was racing. Something had to be done or I am truly fucked.

Wow Taara, you turned out to be the best. I have fucked quite a few sluts but no one gave me such satisfaction like you.

(To be continued)

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Friends please let me know your responses and any refinements required.



The Conquest Club Files 01



A/N: Originally published to Literotica.Com on 12/23/14 under my other screen name of DieselJester. 

***** 

Hunter File # 0001a: Kim 

Age: 18 

Height: 5'3" 

Figure/Stats: Petite/30B-24-30 

Hair: Light Brown that goes down to her ass. 

Eyes: Blue 

Trophy Taken: One piece pink swimsuit cut high on the thigh and low in the cleavage and down the back. 

* 

"The Conquest Club," I roll the idea around my mouth and to this day I still can't believe that it's gotten as big as it has. We're to the point nowadays that we have to require a written waiver, require membership dues, provide upkeep on a fixed location, get monthly check ups, check members in good standing, yadda, yadda, et cetera, et cetera. These files are, or will be at any rate, broken up between Hunter and Prey files. Hunters, obviously, being us guys (and occasionally some girls) that go out to our selected Prey; the ladies. 

But I'm getting ahead of myself here. 

I guess that I should start at the beginning. As much as we members of the club like to go out and do each other, a lot of us like to read about it as well. Sometimes it helps with the mood, or so I'm told. Anyway, that's why my wife urged me, and by proxy everyone else, to start doing these little write up files on each one of our 'conquests.' So let me go all the way back to the beginning. 

My name is Michael Weston and I used to be a spy... 

Damn kids... One moment while I go and tell them to turn down the Burn Notice reruns. Then again, the sentiment kind of fits in this case when one considers all of the sneaking and prowling around that I've done in the course of this club... 

Okay, now that that's settled, let's get down to it, shall we? 

I guess it all started back in the summer after my Junior Year of college. I was back home for the summer visiting and I'd done the customary drop in on the old gang, visit with the relatives, and meet with the neighbors and all of that fun stuff. I finally got the opportunity to spend some time with my girlfriend as she was going to a college different from mine so we only got to see each other from time to time. Like during holidays and summers. Long distance relationships are a bitch and more than likely ours was strained, if not broken, at this point. 

No, Kim was not my girlfriend. Don't get ahead of the story. 

My on again, off again girlfriend was Elizabeth. We'd known each other since elementary school and dated off and on through high school but being away from each other during college was taking its toll on both of us. This past year when we were officially a couple again I'd stayed faithful to her the entire time to her despite hearing rumors that she'd slept her way through half of the varsity football team and half of the cheerleading squad from her college (seriously, you can't make this shit up). 

Anyway, so it's Friday night and I'm knocking on the door to Liz's house. I'd been by a couple of times already since the semester ended. We have a 'in-house' date since her parents are going out for the night. Her mom opens the door and smiles at me. "Hi Gerry, come on in and make yourself at home while you wait. We were just leaving." 

"Thanks Missus C," I say, "Uh, wait?" 

"Elizabeth went out with some friends earlier but she said that she would be back in time," she said with a smile. "Come on in. Kimmy is in the back swimming her laps so she shouldn't be a bother." I always did like Mrs. C. She and Mr. C always treated me like family. Not to mention if I ever had a chance to pound her, even to this day, I would do so in a heartbeat. Mrs. C, in my opinion, always epitomized the concept of the MILF. Memo to me; delete this part of the recording. If Mr. C ever finds out, he'll probably kill me. Ah fuck it. 

Mr. and Mrs. C left, but not before Mr. C gave me a once over customary threat in jest about treating his daughter like a lady and all that jazz, but we both knew otherwise. Once Mrs. C was out of earshot, he told me to stay as long as I liked to and told me where he had condoms at in the house. "I'm already covered, but thanks Mr. C," I told him, pulling the small 3 pack box from my back pocket. I smiled at them both, thanked them profusely, and closed the door behind them before settling down on the couch and started channel surfing. 

I think that I was about a couple of innings into a baseball game when Kim walked, well... sauntered in actually, in from the back yard one slender leg in front of the other. 'Kimmy', as we called her, is Liz's younger sister and she'd just graduated from High School this past year. She was wearing a very sexy pink one piece swimsuit and was in the process of wrapping her long hair up in a towel to dry. "Heya Gerry!" she said brightly once she saw me. She frowned as she came into the living room from the kitchen in the back of the house. "Liz still not back yet?" 

"'Fraid not," I shrugged. 

"How long have you been here for?" 

"Long enough to know that I picked the right sport when I chose football over baseball," I quipped. Baseball, while fun to play, was really boring for me to watch. Football was awesome to watch and play. I grabbed the remote and shut the TV off. "What've you been up to?" 

Now it was her turn to shrug. "Same old, same old." she plopped down onto the couch right next to me and I couldn't help but compare her to her sister. Liz was a bit curvier than Kim. Kim had the slender swimmers/gymnast body that I liked. Liz used to be like that when we were fresh out of high school but stopped working out for some odd reason. Now she was just about average all around with a slightly fuller bust than Kimmy. 

Now don't get me wrong, Kim had a nice body and just enough of a chest for me to really enjoy. From petite like Kim to curvy like Liz all the way up to full figured and plus sized women; let no man accuse me of breast discrimination. 

Kim was also slightly shorter than her older sister but had longer legs, proportionately speaking of course, one of which she was stretching out now to prop up on the coffee table. Her swimsuit was cut high on her thigh and I let out an involuntary groan as my cock stirred in my pants. 

Did I mention that I have a thing for swimmers? 

"Well, mind if we watch something while we wait for your...'date'?" Kim asked. I couldn't help but wonder at the sarcastic tilt she put on that last word. 

"Yeah, sure, knock yerself out." I handed the remote over to her. 

"We got all of Star Wars in our On Demand library." She said, turning the TV back on and flipping it to the right channel. Ah, a girl after my own heart. Liz never got into Sci-Fi like I did. 

We settled down into the couch to watch Luke, Han, and the others fight it out against the forces of the evil Empire. We were at the Cantina scene watching Han blow Gredo away (for the record; Han shot first and it was in self-defense) when Kim crossed her arms and leaned up against me, putting her head on my shoulder. I glanced down at her with a sideways grin. "Think that's wise with your sister about to come home at any minute?" 

Kim snorted and snuggled closer. "She went out with all of her friends right after dinner. If she even remembered that you were coming over tonight, I'd be shocked," she said. "I bet you anything that she's out getting plastered and screwing anything that moves. She's been like that ever since she turned twenty-one." 

I frowned. I really didn't like having my suspicions confirmed. "I'm sure she'd tell me that she's sleeping with someone else. We said that we could do that while we're at college." 

"Oh come on, Gerry. You can't be THAT dense, can you?" Kim scowled up at me. "Believe me, she's playing you for a sap and it ain't right," she said. When I arched my eyebrow at her, she narrowed her eyes. "Trust me, I've read her diary. You can do better than her." 

"Like you?" I gave her a wan smile. 

"Well," Kimmy gave me a half shrug and looked back at the TV. "I am available and I'm pretty sure that you're going to be too after tonight." 

"Whatever happened to that guy that I heard that you went to prom with a few months back? What was his name? Marco? Marcus?" 

"Mark, and dumped me for some bleach blonde floozy on the cheerleading squad. The fucking bastard," Kim grumbled. "Anyway, he really couldn't do it for me in bed." 

I nearly choked. Here's the little sister of my girlfriend and I sitting on the couch watching a movie and talking about our respective love lives. I really didn't know what to say to that so I just focused on the movie. We'd got up to the part where the good guys got reeled into the Death Star by the bad guys when Kim shifted next to me. I'd had my arms splayed out across the back of the couch at this time so she wound up knocking my right arm off. Not even paying attention, my arm wound up falling across her shoulders with my hand dropping down to brush her right breast ever so slightly. I felt her nipple harden under the swimsuit in response to my touch. 

No, trust me, I'm not that smooth. I really wish I could say that I had planned that. 

I actually froze up for a moment, unsure as to what to do or say. My mind was a jumbled mess. On one hand I was still, albeit technically, going out with Liz. On the other hand, I have Kim here who seems to be interested in me. My hand reflexively closed around her tit. It was slightly more than a handful for me and it was nice feel through her swimsuit; firm yet just supple enough to not be classified as total muscle tissue underneath. 

Kim then stirred and let out a soft moan. She rolled her head towards me a bit, closed her eyes and let out a little gasp. Then she just said softly "No." 

"Right, sorry," I mumbled, putting my hand back up on the back of the couch. "Sorry about that." 

Kim glared up at me, but said nothing and I put my hands up in a quick apologetic gesture. She let out a huff of breath, reached up, and undid her hair from the towel. Her light brown hair cascaded down over her shoulders and she took a moment to put it all behind her back before leaning back up against me. I frowned, trying to figure out what just happened. She sat there for a moment with my hand over her breast but then told me no when I squeezed? Something wasn't right here. 

On the screen Han and Chewie were shooting up the detention bay area while Luke went in search of Leia. Kim let out a moan when she saw the doors open to show Leia sprawled out on the bed inside the cell. "The only thing that could make that picture better would be if she were in her slave getup from Return of the Jedi," Kim said. "Chains, manacles, and all." 

"Yeah, tell me about it." I agreed with a nod before it hit me what she'd said. "Wait, what?" 

"I've always wanted to try bondage. I always think that Leia is lucky to get such a slinky outfit." My jaw dropped at her admission to that. 

Kim shifted again, this time driving her shoulder back into the couch hard and dislodging my arm again. Just like before my hand dropped to her tit and she allowed it to stay there for a moment before she leaned into me again and let out a long, breathless "Noooo..." I yank my hand back while shuffling away from her and she straightened up in the couch. We then spend the next moment glaring at each other. I'm wondering what the hell her game is tonight. Is she teasing me like this on purpose or something? 

We were spared from saying anything to each other when headlights suddenly shined into the windows. Outside a car screeched to a halt in the driveway and I heard multiple voices laughing, shouting, and generally having a good time. I left Kim on the on the couch and opened the front door. Liz was finally back with her little clique from High School plus a few others. Two of the local jocks were in the front seat while all the girls were stuffed in the back seat of an SUV. I saw Liz clamber out from the back, walk (well, drunkenly stagger actually) around to the driver's side of the SUV, and plant a big passionate kiss on the driver. The driver reached out to feel Liz's tits up while they made out for a whole minute it seems. I glanced over at Kim who just gave me a shrug that said 'See, I told you so'. 

Yeah, it was a blow to receive confirmation about all the rumors that I'd heard. Yeah, it was hard watching my girlfriend, or soon to be ex-girlfriend I should say, stand there and watch her blatantly throw our relationship out the window. Truth be told, it wasn't as devastating a blow as I thought that it would be. I actually felt relieved to have it come out finally. 

"I'll see you all tomorrow night!" Liz said, finally breaking away from her new boy toy. She waved at them all while she stumbled towards the house. 

I rushed out and grabbed her to hold her up so she wouldn't fall. As I guided her back towards the house the SUV honked and I heard a "Hey, it's Gerry! Looks like I got your girl now, dude. How's the big college football star feel about that?" Fuck, it was Marcus. He was my rival back in High School and I see that his maturity hasn't changed much. 

"Great considering I got the full ride scholarship and you didn't, asshole!" I flipped him the middle finger and got Liz into the house. Once I got the door kicked closed behind me I could smell the reek of alcohol coming off of her. She wasn't just drunk; she was fucking plastered. "Good God, Liz, did you leave anything at the bar for others to drink?" 

"Gerry, what are you doing here?" Liz asked, surprised that I was there. "Did we have a date tonight? Shit, I totally forgot about that," her words were slurring. "What time is it?" 

"Late," I said. Kim had got up off of the couch by this time and put herself under Liz's other arm. Together, we lugged Liz's dead weight up the stairs to her room. 

"I told you she'd be like this," Kim said. 

"Yeah, yeah," I mumbled. I don't know what I hated more at this point; Liz's unfaithfulness and unwillingness to stick to our rules or the fact that I'd been so blind that I couldn't see it. 

"You two been talkin' about me?" Liz asked as we walked her down the hall and through her doorway. "Fuck you both!" 

"I think that you've been doing enough fucking for the both of us." I said evenly. I wanted to yell. I wanted to scream, rant, and rave at her. Instead, I took the moral high ground and kept my cool. "How long have you been screwing Marcus?" I asked as Kim and I unceremoniously flopped her onto her bed. 

"Long enough to know that his size DOES matter!" Liz giggled. Kim rolled her eyes and I shared in her disgust. Moments later Liz was snoring soundly in her bed in her drunken stupor. My eyes darted over to her end table and I ripped open the drawer. Inside I found her diary. I'd told her many times in the past that she shouldn't keep one and if she did keep one that she should lock it up. Kimmy, being the typical little sister, would of course read it when she had the chance. I know I would if I were in her position. 

Hell, I'm doing it now; flipping through the pages rapidly and skimming the entries. I got through a few and it had more than enough information than I needed. Written in her own words was her admission that she'd been sleeping around and that she only kept me on the hook in the event I ever got drafted for the NFL. Yeah, I was good at football but I never once thought that I'd be good enough to get drafted despite what everyone around me was telling me. I flipped the diary back a few years and I pegged it just about right that we started drifting apart during our first year being away from each other. That was when we had started going our own separate ways. 

Would've been nice for her to tell me earlier, the bitch. 

I slam the diary close and throw it disgustedly back into the drawer. I hear a soft "I'm sorry, Gerry," behind me and I remember that Kim is there watching me. 

"Sad part is, I'm not all that surprised or upset about it," I admit as I walk out of Liz's room. As the saying went there were many fish in the sea and my prospects for a good catch were phenomenal. 

"So then you're, uhm, free tonight?" Kim asked as she closes the door behind us. 

I pause in the hallway and look back at her. I do have to admit that I have fantasied about screwing Kim in the past, more so now that she was out of High School, ready, and (apparently) willing even though she's been sending me mixed signals all night long. There had been many a time where I've pictured her while jacking off. Now here she was standing in front of me in nothing more than a bathing suit asking me my plans. Turning in place, I regard her with curiosity as I try to figure out her hot then cold demeanor towards me tonight. 

The next thing that I know I'm walking towards her and she's backing up against the wall. Soon there's nowhere for her to go to as I placed both hands on either side of her on the wall. I had her pretty much pinned and I was looking down into her pretty blue eyes. She looked back up at me shyly looking vulnerable and sexy all at once. Damn, it was such a turn-on that I got hard fast. My cock bulged in my pants and strained against her smooth belly. Kim raised her chin slightly and her lips parted in invitation. Reaching down a bit, I cupped her chin and her jaw in my hand and continued looking at her while I went in. Our lips met and I probed my tongue deep into her mouth. 

Kim let out this sweet little whimpering moan that seemed to resonate and awaken some primal urge deep within me. Her body slackened a bit as if she were surrendering herself to me. It just made me want her even more. We broke the passionate kissing long enough for me to start suckling on the side of her neck as I made my way down to her collar bone. She twisted her head to the side and let out a desperate, breathy, "No." 

What. The. Fuck. 

"Seriously?" I growled. I'd had just about enough of this shit and decided that we were going to get things straightened out here and now. I came back up and looked her dead in the eye. This time it was a hard glare instead of the open lust that'd been there moments before. "What the fuck are you playing at?" 

"Ugh...men," Kim rolled her eyes in irritation. "You need everything spelled out for you." She grabbed one of my hands and placed it right on her pert little tit, squeezing my hand over top of it. I arched my eyebrow at her as I tried to figure her out. Kim continued kneading herself via my hand while she gave me a hurt little look and let out a "No, please sir, don't." I continued to eye her suspiciously. The way she switched gears made me wonder if she really wanted what I thought she was wanting. 

To test my theory, since it was obvious she wasn't about to come out and say anything; I dropped my hand down right to the crotch of her swimsuit and slid my hand right across her pussy. Her eyes went wide with surprise but there was just a hint of a smile there as she let out an "Oh, God, please don't!" while pressing herself right up against my hand. 

Playacting a rape fantasy? Alright, I'm game. I like it rough. 

I smiled wickedly at her and she gave me a quick smile and a nod to signal her approval, finally happy that the proverbial light bulb went off in my head. I brought a hand back up and grabbed her by the back of her neck. She let out a squeak as I hauled her down the hallway to her room. I shoved her towards her bed hard enough to get her to trip over the side and fall down onto it but not hard enough to hurt her. My other hand swept back to slam the door closed, not caring if Liz came out of her drunken stupor long enough to hear it. 

Kim had rolled onto her back and sat up just in time for me to close the distance between us. I pushed her back down onto the bed and straddled her hips. She opened her mouth to say something and I clamped a hand over her mouth. Kim closed her eyes and let out a little moan while gyrating up against me. I reached up with my free hand and yanked off one shoulder strap of her swimsuit, and then the other. Then I grabbed it at her modest cleavage and yanked down to her ankles, exposing her pert little breast to me. Her soft, pink little nipples were already hard nubs. 




The Conquest Club Files 01



Moving off of her but keeping my hand over her mouth, I yanked the rest of her bathing suit off and felt her up again. Kim was already dripping wet. "You've been teasing me all night hoping that I'd do this, weren't you?" I asked as I massaged her bare mound. She let out a little 'Mmm-Hmmm' in affirmation as I felt her up, spreading her slender legs a bit in the process. I slipped my index finger inside of her. Kim stiffened up, arched her back, and gasped underneath of my hand. As I crooked my finger inside of her, dragging it across the front wall of her really tight pussy, she let out a squeal and wiggled within my grasp. Her hands clawed at my arm holding her mouth and she thrashed about. 

I stopped fingering her long enough to whip my belt off of my pants. I grabbed her by her wrists amid breathless pleadings of "No," and "Please stop," and "No more." I glanced at her and gave her a wry smile and she winked at me in return, silently telling me to go on. I looped my belt around her wrists a couple of times and then secured it by running the end through the center once or twice. It wasn't the best binding in the world but for tonight's purposes it would have to do. Kim was still playacting begging me to let her go when I grabbed her by the top of her head to lift her up a bit. I placed her bound wrists behind her neck and pressed her back down with an order to stay put. 

By this time my cock was so hard that I swore that I was going to blow my load inside of my boxers if I didn't get down to business soon. I ripped her pink swimsuit off of her ankles and used it to gag her mouth amid cries and protests. I then shucked my t-shirt off while I moved between her legs. Kim went still as I saw her eyes go up and down my body in an appraising manner. She must've liked what she saw as she let out a dreamy sigh for a moment before she remembered that she was supposed to be resisting me. 

While she was looking me over, I was undoing my jeans, lowering them and my boxers a bit, and whipping my cock out. Her eyes went wide at the sight of my manhood. I don't think that I'm all that big, to be honest, but I've been told that I'm larger than your average man. Now put me next to someone as tiny and delicate as Kimmy and I'm sure that I looked like I was sporting a miniature baseball bat in my hand as I moved the head of my cock up and down her slit. 

At the last minute I remembered that I actually had condoms on me. In well-practiced fashion I had one fished out of my back pocket, the wrapping torn off, and it slapped over my cock in just under ten seconds. I mounted her, bringing my cock right up to her waiting opening. I put my hand back underneath of her head and looked down at her. She was busy shaking her head 'no' and wiggling underneath of me. "Look at me," I growled. "I want to see your expression when I enter you." Kim's head steadied and her eyes went from where our loins were in such close proximity all the way up my body to meet my gaze. I held eye contact with her for a couple of breaths, savoring the moment, enjoying the feel of her body heaving underneath of mine from the exertion, and loving the feel of her breasts as they lightly touched my muscular chest each time she inhaled. 

I jerked my hips once, impaling her in one smooth stroke. There was a sharp intake of breath from Kim as her body was roughly invaded by my manhood. Her eyes actually watered a bit but she kept eye contact with me as I'd ordered her to. She then let out this whiny little moan as her tight pussy slowly stretched to accommodate me. 

Now when I say that Kim was tight would be an understatement. I've had tight pussy before and this was nothing like it as it was a hundred times better. Hell, I remember vividly when I took her sister's virginity way back in the day. Kim was, and to this day is, the tightest pussy I have ever had the pleasure of fucking. I don't know if it's my large muscular body combined with her petite frame, the fact that she does yoga, swimming, and other exercises to keep tight, or what have you, but she was so tight that I had wondered if I was even inside her fully. I'd had girls with tight asses squeeze me like a vice and it still never compared to Kim's pussy. 

I rocked my hips back and drove into her again, this time getting deeper. Kim gasped again and did so every time I would do that. After a few good thrusts into her I finally was inside of her all the way to the hilt of my cock. Kim's face was scrunched up in a mixture of pain and pleasure and I could tell that she was loving every minute of it. Once I was all the way in her, I let go of her head and leaned back into a kneeling position. I reached under her, cupping her ass, and pulled her up to elevate her hips. 

Her eyes went wide as she figured out what I was going to do and she started shaking her head no and even started yelling into the gag. I let her slide off my cock just a bit before I pulled her back up to me while ramming my hips forward. Kim screamed in ecstasy as my cock drove back into her hard and deep. "God damn you're tight," I breathed while I slowly fucked her in that manner. Soon she was like a rag doll in my hands. We both got quiet as I repeatedly plowed into her tight sheath. She'd whimper each time I'd go into her and I'd grunt, then it was nothing more than the slapping of flesh and the creaking of bedsprings as I drew the rough sex out as long as possible. 

Kim approached her peak first as I'd managed to hold out as long as possible. Her whimpers turned to moans and then into alarmed squeaks. I saw her nostrils flare as her breathing became heavy and ragged. Her breasts seemed to grow taut and I felt her pussy start to flutter around my cock. I could tell that she was close. I leaned into her, crushing her body to the bed underneath of mine. I slapped my hand over top of her wadded up swimsuit inside of her mouth and brought my lips down close to her ear. 

"Cum for me, bitch," I half-whispered, half-growled at her. 

That sent her screaming over the edge. It was probably a good thing that she was gagged and had my hand over her mouth otherwise I think she would've woke the neighbors. Kim bucked against me as her body was sent into a convulsing fit. I kept pumping my hips into hers. The guttural moans that she let out sounded like sweet music to my ears as she rode out her orgasm. Her pussy clamped around my cock hard and I lost it. My load that had been building up all night blew out hard. I briefly wondered if the condom would hold. My cock seemed to shoot cum out in a series of rapid fire bursts. It twitched endlessly inside of her. Her legs came up to wrap around my waist to keep me in place as we both rode out our waves of passion together. 

When it was all over we were both tired, sweaty, and breathless. I finally relaxed enough to loosen my grip on her and to lift up just enough so that I can undo the belt around her wrists. Once freed, she wrapped her arms around me, spat her swimming suit off to the side, and kissed me passionately. "That," she said between kisses, "was fucking amazing." She kissed me a few more times tenderly on the side of my face and cheek. "Best. Sex. Ever." 

"Same here," I grinned. I reached between us to grab the base of the condom as I pull out of her. I have it tied off at the end and chucked into her wastebasket moments later. 

Kim just chuckled at me. "You didn't need that, by the way," she pointed out as she laid there watching. "I'm on the pill." 

I shrug. "Force of habit and it's better to be safe than sorry." I laid back down on the bed beside her, sliding my hand up her body to grope one of her tits properly this time. 

Kim smiled and hummed at my touch. "That, by the way, was what Mark, or anyone else for that matter, couldn't do for me." 

"What? Feel you up properly?" 

"No, silly, get rough with me. Be dominating. Tie me up and fuck me senseless," she said, sliding closer to me on the bed. She looked up at me with a hazy look of lust. "I read in Liz's diary that y'all tried bondage a few times and that she just wasn't into it and that you'd gotten upset with her. So I knew that when I was finally old enough for you that you'd be able to do that for me." 

I give her a wry look. "You could've just clued me in, ya know?" 

"Where's the fun in that?" She asked innocently. 

"Good point." I say. We laid there for a little bit chatting while our hands roamed over each other's bodies. When her hands dropped down to my cock, it sprang back to life. 

Kim gave me a knowing look as she got up onto her knees, shuffled down to my legs, and pulled my shoes, socks, and pants all the way off. "You know, it'd be a real shame if someone forced me to give them a blow job," she said with a wink. 

"You know, I don't think that I need any more prompting or innuendoes from you," I reply, grabbing her by the back of her head. My other hand grabs my cock to bring it up to her while I yank her head down. Kim immediately puts up her token resistance but opens her mouth the moment the head of my cock touches her lips. She lets out a bit of a "mumph" when my cock slides into her mouth and glides to the back of her throat. I must say that I'm surprised that she's nearly able to take me fully into her mouth. Kim starts sucking on me at once which tells me that she's done this before. I think that the only difference is that I'm the one being rough with her. "Look up at me when you're sucking me off, girl," I command her as I rotate her head back. 

"Mmmmmm!" Kim whines around my cock as she opens her big blue eyes and looks up at me. Damn, that's a fucking sexy sight; her lips wrapped around my cock, my cock going in and out of her mouth, and her pretty little tits hanging down underneath of her. I reach down and pinch a nipple and she lets out a squeal. I continue pinching her nipple hard to the point that she squeals even louder. Her head continues to bob up and down along my shaft. I give her a few good sucks before I apply more pressure to the back of her head, forcing my cock even further down her throat. Kim gags a bit and then starts to shudder as she can't hold back her gag reflex. I pull her head back all the way to the point that my cock comes out of her mouth with a pop. 

Kim coughs and catches her breath. A couple of tears drop from her eyes but she gives me a look that tells me that she wants more. Dragging her head back down, I shove my cock back into her mouth, this time going in a little further. A few heartbeats later and I let her come back up for air. Her eyes are watering but she's looking at me like I'm the Second Coming. "P-P-Please..." she begs me with a quivering lip. I drag her down a third time, getting her lips all the way down to the base of my cock. She's gagging a bit but manages to relax her throat enough so that it's not too uncomfortable for either of us. When I let her up this time the tears are streaming down her face but she has a look that says she's ready to bear my children. 

Well, we'll take it one day at a time. 

I'm right on the edge from a combination of her expert sucking, her vulnerable and shattered look, and from the fact that I'm actually getting head from the object of many of my fantasies. I pull her head down and shove my cock back into her open mouth. "Swallow it all," I tell her. She lets out a questioning "Hrmm?" but then finds out that I'm about to cum. My cock swells slightly inside of her mouth just a mere second before I blow my jizz down her throat. Her eyes bug out at the suddenness of it and she frantically tries to push away from me. I easily hold her in place with my cock inside her mouth all the way to the hilt. "Drink or drown, bitch," I say in a long breath of pleasure as the orgasm washes over me. 

Swallowing and gurgling sounds come from Kim after that command. She stops fighting and focuses on swallowing my load. I keep her there long after my cock starts to go flaccid and even then she's still sucking and swallowing. I think that she now has the hang of this. She's certainly better than her sister ever was at this. "Alright, that's enough," I tell her, grabbing a fistful of her hair and hauling her up to me. When she comes up she has a drunken look on her face as she crawls up beside me on unsteady limbs. 

Her body is actually shaking and when she lies down next to me with her head resting on my shoulder I can feel her hardened breasts and tight little nipples. She curls up next to me, putting one leg over my midsection and her body is still quivering! I reach down her back, slide over her ass, and jab my middle finger up inside of her pussy. Kim lets out a little sigh of pleasure when my finger enters her and I can feel her pussy expanding and contracting rapidly over my digit. 

"Holy fuck, girl, did you cum just from that?" I ask her. I'd heard stories of women getting off from just giving oral sex but this is the first time I'd actually seen it. I really didn't think that it was possible. 

"Mm-hmmm," Kimmy moans weakly, pressing her body up against mine. I bring my hand back up to hold her around her shoulders. She snuggles up and lolls her head around to look up at me with those beautiful blue eyes of hers. "That was incredible." 

"Yes, it was," I give her a kiss on her forehead. "So does this like make us a couple now or something? 'Cause I heard that rebound relationships hardly ever work out." 

"That's fine, I'll just use you for sex for the time being," Kim yawns. 

"Fair enough," I say as I lean my head back and just bask in the afterglow. "Either way, we should definitely do this again." 

"Well," Kim says with half closed eyes and a wicked smile. "Liz is going out partying again with her friends and new boy toy. Mom and Dad have their weekly card game at their friends house," she bats her eyes at me and looks innocent again, "It'd be just terrible for someone to come in through my window or through the unlocked doors and force me to do succumb to their desire while I'm here all by lonesome self," she says in a cute voice while writhing against me. 

Challenge accepted. 

*** 

Hunter File # 0001b: Kim 

Age: 18 

Height: 5'3" 

Figure/Stats: Petite/30B-24-30 

Hair: Light Brown that goes down to her ass. 

Eyes: Blue 

Trophy Taken: Sheer lace white babydoll lingerie with matching panty. 

* 

Second Verse, Same as the first! A little bit louder and a little bit worse! 

One moment while I tell the kids to pipe down on their version of Henry the 8th. I don't know why they belt out a rendition of this every time they watch Monty Python. I think that they think that the group made that song up or something. 

Alright, where was I? Oh yes, the night after I had Kim the first time. 

I had a lot of planning to do the next day. After all, it was my first, quote, 'Home Invasion'. I went out to the city to a couple of adult stores to buy some items for tonight; a couple of pairs of black leather padded cuffs, a blindfold, leather paddle, a couple of different ball gags (one of which was a dildo designed to go down a woman's throat), a vibrating dildo, a couple of those little jeweled butt plugs, baby oil, lube, collar with leash, and then just for shits and giggles I got an expensive nipple, clit, and collar chain set. It was a BDSM shopping spree that I put all on my credit card. I'll pay it off in the fall with some of the leftover scholarship money after all my college expenses for the semester are taken care of. 

Over the course of the day I ignored text messages from Liz. They started out accusatory to the tune of 'Where the fuck were you last night' and 'Why didn't you show up.' Seriously? The fucking bitch didn't even remember that she was the one who kept ME waiting? Then she must've talked with her parents and her sister because the texts then turned to 'OMG I'm so sorry about what happened,' and 'WTF did I say last night', and 'let's get together tomorrow and talk it over, I promised my friends I'd go out with them tonight.' 

Yeah, I see where I rated at. 

I did text Kimmy and asked her if she'd told Liz about what happened between us last night. She said no and asked if I wanted her to. I left the option in her court but let her know that if we do continue into a more permanent relationship that I don't want any secrets between us. I loved her reply: "So long as you keep pounding me like a Salvation Army drum like you did last night, I don't think that we'll have any problems ;) " 

I think that I might truly be in love now. 

So when dusk came that night, I ate dinner with my folks (more like wolfed it down, actually) and ran up to my room to get ready. I got all of my new purchases together and changed my clothes to all black. Just to complete the whole burglar look I grabbed one of my old ski masks that was just as black. I stuffed it into my backpack, also black, and headed out the door. 

Of course my old man had to crack a joke as I left the house. "You gonna go rob a bank or something?" 

"Nah, gonna go break into a house," I fired back. "Wish me luck, probably won't be back till morning." 

"Kids these days," my dad muttered while shaking his head. "Just don't make me come out tonight to bail your ass out!" I would've replied to that but the door was already slamming shut behind me. He asked me later on what I'd been up to and I told him that Liz and I were out and that I was seeing Kim now and what our shared fetish was. I was always straight up with my folks about everything, including sex. Sometime later I'll relate some of the pointers that he gave me. 

I don't know what was more disturbing; the fact that dad gave me pointers or the fact that my parents were just as kinky as I was. But I digress here. When I was down the street I thought that I probably should've told him what was up so I shot him a quick text telling him that I might stay over at Liz and Kim's house. 

He shot me back a text that just said "Have Fun" with a wink emote. 

Anyway... a few houses down, a couple of yards cut through, and one jumped fence later, I was hunkered down into the bushes, with the ski mask on, behind the pool at Kim's house. I found it funny that I so quickly referred to it as Kim's house and not Liz's house. Kim was already in the lit up pool doing her nightly laps. She was in a turquoise one piece swimsuit tonight as I'd snagged her pink one last night to keep as a trophy. She didn't seem to mind. In fact, she thought it was hot as it was a way that I'd 'conquered her' as she put it. 

While Kimmy cut through the water with ease, I could see thorough the sliding glass windows that led into the kitchen that was in the back of the house. Everyone else was getting ready to leave. Mr. and Mrs. C were the first out the doors. Liz went to the living room and turned on the TV. She looked bored and frustrated. She then got on her iPhone. Seconds later my phone buzzed in my pocket from Liz texting me where I was at. I didn't bother replying. Instead, I shut the thing down and slid it back into my pocket. 

Part of me wanted to dive into the water and take Kim right then and there with Liz being a few yards away. I held off as I was not that confident in my lurking skills at that point in time. I didn't have to wait long. Marcus' SUV pulled into the driveway and blared its horn. Liz grabbed her purse and was out the door in no time at all. 

That left Kim alone in the pool. I still held off going after her as I was too busy drinking in the sight of her lithe body gliding back and forth in the pool with her long hair trailing behind her. A few laps more and then she was getting out and putting her hair up in a towel. She paused at the glass doors to look around the backyard. I wonder if she knows that I'm here already? Her eyes didn't fixate on me when she scanned the yard so I surmised that she didn't see me. She turned off the lights to the kitchen, turned off the TV that her sister had left on, and went upstairs. 




The Conquest Club Files 01



Once she was out of sight was when I moved. I crept along the fence line (thankful that it was a six foot tall wooden fence to hide me from the neighbors) around to the end of the house that had her room. Her bedroom light was already on. I could barely see her from the ground and I craned my neck to see what she was doing. 

SNAP! 

Fuck, I stepped on a small fallen branch. It must've been loud enough for Kim to hear as she was at the window a moment later opening it up to look out. I dove, literally, for the nearest set of bushes that I could find. I wedged my bulk between the roots and the fence as much as I could. Kim looked around for the source of the snapping wood but again, did not see me. But I could see her. Her bathing suit was off now and she had a towel wrapped around her body. She might be getting ready to take a shower. The window was left open as she disappeared back into her room and I let out a sigh of relief at not being spotted. That would've been a mood killer, probably. 

I gave Kim a few minutes and then decided to enter the house. I crept along the walls until I got to the sliding glass doors to the kitchen. Moving as silently as I could, I nudged the doors open a bit and slipped inside. I kicked my shoes off and locked the doors behind me. I didn't bother with the front door since that'd be suspicious to the rest of the family once they got home, not that I cared if I was there when Mr. and Mrs. C got back or anything. I just didn't want to be there when Liz got home as that was an argument that I really didn't want to have right now. 

Creeping through the living room and up the stairs was quite a thrill as I stalked for my prey. That primal, animalistic sense rose up in me again and I got hard just at the thought of coming up and surprising Kim. I wondered what she was thinking right now? I heard one of the upstairs showers going so she had to be in a bathroom. When I got to the top of the stairs I found out that she was in the bathroom in the hallway that she and her sister shared. Pity, I was hoping for the master bathroom myself since that thing is large enough for two people to lie down on the floor of comfortably without hitting any of the walls. 

Yeah, Liz and I fucked in there before so I know the dimensions well. 

I slowly walked towards the bathroom. The door was open just a crack as it was on the way to Kim's room from where the top of the stairs were at, I couldn't help but take a peek inside. Kim was finishing up soaping up her body. I watched as she ran her hands up and down her skin. My cock got even harder as I played the part of a Peeping Tom as I looked at her. Then she grabbed the shower head off of the hook and started moving it around her, rinsing herself off. I made a mental note to take Kim in here one day during a shower. That one would have to wait as I really wanted to use my new toys on her tonight. I continued moving down the hall before she spotted me to lie in wait in her bedroom. 

Once I was in her bedroom I shucked my backpack off and opened it up. I stuffed the ball gag into one of my back pockets and both pairs of the leather cuffs in the other. If she wanted a home invasion fantasy, she was going to get one as realistic as I could get it. The rest of the items would wait until I had Kim secured. I shoved my backpack underneath of her bed before plastering myself in the narrow space between her door and the wall. 

I froze when I heard the shower turn off and heard her rustling around in there. I pictured her taking the time to dry off and put her hair up in the towel. Then there was more movement but I couldn't figure out what she was up to. I heard the blow dryer turn on. Ah, okay, no hair in the towel tonight. Minutes later and the dryer clicks off and then she was walking into the room. My jaw dropped and I literally started drooling at sight of her. 

The extra movement was her getting dressed for bed... in a sheer white babydoll piece of lingerie with matching panties. Ho-ly-fuck! Her tits stood tall and proud underneath of the fabric and I could tell that her nipples were already standing on end. Kim crossed to the window to look out, probably looking for me again and wondering where I'm at, before going over to her vanity to sit on the stool. There, she grabbed a brush, and started brushing out her long brown hair. It only took her a couple of minutes and I couldn't help but stand there behind the door watching her. Damn, she was hot. I also didn't want to move because to do so would've gave my position away as she could've seen me in the vanity mirror the moment I did so. 

Then she did something I really didn't expect. After she put the brush down, she ran her hands up the front of her body to cup her tits. She closed her eyes, threw her head back, and let out a husky breath. "Oh Gerry, fuck me," she breathed, "Please, make me your little slave." 

Daaaaaaaamnnn... 

My cock got so hard at that sight that I don't think that I've ever been harder in my life. I was actually a bit surprised that I didn't either A: cream my shorts right then and there or B: have my cock rip through the fly of my pants. 

Well, as much as I like being a voyeur, I like active participation even more. So while she was occupied kneading her breasts while calling my name, I made my move. In three good strides, I crossed the distance between us. I had the ball gag out in front of me, in both hands, ready. I whipped it up and over her head, bringing it down into her open mouth on the first try. Her eyes snapped open and she screamed in absolute terror at being surprised. Kim instinctively brought her hands up to grab the straps but I was already buckling it into place behind her head. 

Using my grip on the back of the ball gag as leverage, I yanked backwards, pulling her off of the vanity stool and onto the floor. We both landed hard on our sides on the carpet. I recovered first since I was ready for it. I threw one leg over her, straddling her ass. Grabbing her flailing arms, I pinned them behind her back and whipped out the first set of cuffs. Once her wrists were secured, I got the other pair out, turned in place on top of her, and cuffed her ankles together. I pumped both fists into the air as if I'd just roped a calf in record time at the National Finals and let out a little sound to imitate a cheering crowd. 

So I was having a little bit of fun with it. Blow me. 

Besides, it let Kim know that it was me and not really some stranger who was here to ravish her. One thing that girls have told me in later years is that they always have that one, brief moment of panic in which they wonder if it was really some odd rapist who came into their house instead of someone that they'd made arrangements with. Apparently, that brief moment of the unknown is a real thrill for them. Eh, whatever gets them off I guess. 

Now that I had Kimmy secured, got to my feet and I grabbed her by her hair; hauling her to her knees and wrenching her head back to the point that she was looking straight up at me. I put a finger up to my lips in a shushing gesture and the placed it to hers. Kim already had the waterworks going as the tears were already pouring out and her lower jaw was trembling. I then trailed my finger down, pulling her lower lip with me a bit, to run it over the fabric and between her breasts. Kim let out a bit of a sob as she shuddered from the erotic tingles I was no doubt sending through her body. 

"Knee walk," I told her, leading her by her hair over to the side of her bed where I stashed my backpack. I had to lift her up to her feet before I could shove her face down into the mattress. It was a damn sexy sight to see her lying on the bed, helpless, with her legs dangling down to the floor. She was just short enough that the tips of her toes barely brushed the carpet. I gave her a second shove downward just for good measure. "Stay there," I commanded. 

I kicked her door closed and then walked over to her window to shut it. I then closed the blinds in the event some nosy neighbor happens to look in, misconstrues the situation, and then decides to play Joe Hero by calling 9-1-1. Yeah, I'd really hate to explain this to the police so why take the chance? I walk back over to her and pull the bag out and place it on the bed next to her. She looks at it in alarm and then looks questioningly up at me. I smile at her and pat her ass. "You'll find out all in good time my dear." 

I start with the collar. It's a thin band of leather about a half inch wide with a few rings on it for locking things into place on it; cuffs, chains, clamps, et cetera. I grab her by the hair again and lift her head up slightly, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from her nose when I do so. I slide the collar underneath of her neck and drop her. Her head bounces on the mattress once as I lock the collar into place. I then slide my hands over her thighs and up under the babydoll to grab her panties. Slowly, I pull them down the length of her legs and leave them bunched up around her ankles above the cuffs. I take a moment to inhale the scent of her pussy and can't resist running my tongue up her slit just once. She's already moist and she lets out a shrill squeal the moment she feels my tongue drag across her outer pussy lips. Mmmm, sweet. I could get used to that taste. 

Next I get the small jeweled butt plug and the lube from the bag. I intentionally stand behind her so that she wonders what exactly I'm up to. I coat the plug first and then I dribble a little bit of it over her ass, watching it trail down into the small cleft of her butt cheeks. I put my hand on her ass, rubbing it all over, before I start slipping my finger up into her tight hole. Kim arches her back and squeals in both surprise and protest as I slowly finger fuck her anal passage. I have to straddle her legs, which are now rearing up, to keep her in place as I put the tip of the butt plug right up against her back opening. 

Kim freezes in fear the moment she feels the plastic press against her ass. She shakes her head furiously and scrunches her eyes close. I tell her to relax before I start working the plug up into her. She tenses and screams behind the gag as, I'm later told, she's penetrated anally for the first time ever. I go slow and easy as I (correctly) figure she might be new to this. Soon my patience is rewarded as her ass gives way and the plug is fully entrenched inside of her. I step back to admire the view of her nice round swimmer's ass bent over the side of the bed with a tiny pink jewel glimmering just above her slit. 

Makes me wish I had a camera on me. I then remember that I do and I snap a couple of quick ones with my iPhone. 

By this time I'm so hard that it hurts. I'm through with the preliminaries and I hastily yank the mask off along with my t-shirt. My cock is liberated seconds later when I undo my jeans and kick them off along with my socks and boxers. I step up behind her, hunch down just a bit, and press my cock up to her waiting wet slit. I grab her hips and pull her back as I very slowly slide into her. She's still so damn tight and I can even feel the butt plug in her ass as I penetrate her. I savor the moment; pushing into her inch by inch until the head of my cock bottoms out against her cervix. 

Kim whines passionately as she's double penetrated for the first time in her life. Me, I let out a long gasp of pleasure as I feel her tight pussy around me once again. "Oh my God," I groan deeply as I revel in the sensation of feeling her completely around me. 

It was also the first time I'd fucked a girl without a condom. This was new territory for me and I was enjoying it. It was almost like losing my virginity all over again. 

I grit my teeth as the pleasure is so intense from fucking her au natural that it takes every fiber of my willpower not to cum at once. I grind forward against her ass just a bit to get the butt plug to drag against my skin to desensitize me just a bit. Kim just screams and shrieks behind her ball gag as both my cock and the butt plug move inside of her at the same time. Her jerking and thrashing don't help my predicament much as I feel it all around my cock. Kimmy's hips roll down and then back up against me once and I hear her let out a deep, guttural, gasp as her pussy clamps down around her cock as she cums. Her body jerks and spasms as the forced orgasm overtakes her. 

Of course that shoots the last bit of my willpower out of the proverbial water. "OH MY FUCKING GOD!" I shout to the ceiling as my cock explodes. Ropes of cum jets out of me in the most powerful, most intense, orgasm of my life. I see stars and my vision goes white for a moment. My cum coats the inside of her pussy and shoots deep into her womb. A tiny part of my brain gives thanks that she's on the pill or else I swear that I would've impregnated her right then and there. 

Have you ever had sex so damn intense that you just wanted to cry afterwards? That's how I felt in that moment. The range of emotions that I felt in that instance covered the whole fucking spectrum. I'm pretty sure that's how Kim felt as she was openly sobbing behind her gag. After we came down off of our erotic high, we both just collapsed onto the bed. Well, I did anyway. She just laid there with her legs still dangling over the side of the bed. I sat up long enough to pull her all the way up onto the bed next to me. I unlatched her ball gag so that I ask her if she was still okay. "Oh. My. God. That was intense," she said breathlessly. "Marry me?" 

I think that it's safe to say that she's okay. 

I grin at her. "I think that I still have to officially break up with your sister." 

Kim let out a hollow laugh at that. "I think that we can say that you're broken up." She looked over her shoulder at her cuffs. "Wanna get these off of me?" 

"Yeah, right," I laugh right back at her as I get up. I roll her onto her back and straddle her stomach. I lean down and kiss her hard on the lips, my tongue taking full possession of her mouth. "Honey," I whisper down to her when I pull back just a bit, "we have only just begun." I reach down and feel up her breasts through the sheer fabric of her lingerie. She closes her eyes and let out a moan of pleasure as I knead and massage her tits. I thumb her nipples and she gyrates underneath of me letting out another moan. 

Sadly, as much as I like doing this, I have other toys to play with and this is just in the way. I grab her babydoll at the cleavage and bunch the fabric up in my hands. Kim looks down at my hands and then up at me. "Oh please don't! I really like this one! It's one of the few that I saved up my allowance to get," she begs me. 

I kiss her again to shut her up and then put the ball gag back into her mouth and latch it back into place. I grab her lingerie again at her breasts, ignore her pleading look and her shaking head, and rip it apart. It's not like in the movies where it parts easily, I toss it aside, and we get on with it. No, I actually have to work at it until I have it torn more or less down the middle. Once its ripped I'm able to yank the spaghetti straps off and then throw it aside right into my backpack. I then grab the blindfold and put it on her so that she can't see what's coming next. 

I slide off of her and the bed to stand up. Grabbing her ankles, I release the clasp on the cuffs that keep them together long enough to get her panties off the rest of the way before I reattach them. I use them to clean Kim's pussy off before they join the torn babydoll in my backpack. I grab the paddle and lift Kim's ankles into the air. I make a mental note to see if I can install an eye hook in the ceiling or something. Having her cuffs hooked up in the air will save a lot of energy in the future when we do something like this again. But in the meantime I hold her legs up in place and take aim at her round ass with the paddle. 

One stroke later and Kim is howling in a mixture of pain and pleasure; pain from the spank of the paddle, pleasure from the blow moving the butt plug inside of her. The tears start up again. I figure, again correctly as she tells me later, that it's some kind of release for her. Whatever, so long as we're both having fun on this. I give her a moment to recover before spanking her again. It's not hard. I don't want to whale away on her too much too fast. I want her to enjoy this as much as I am enjoying it. 

Seeing her helpless and crying sets off that animalistic urge within me again. My cock stiffens up by the time I spank her for about the tenth time. Her ass is glowing bright red and is complementing the color of the pink jewel of the butt plug nicely. I let her legs go long enough to get out the collar-nipple-naval-clit chain. She's too busy in her blindfolded and in her own little world sobbing pitifully from the spanking to pay me any mind. I get the first two chains hooked up to the collar and run it out to her nipples. They're already standing on end as hard as they can be and I can't resist a quick taste. I roll one in my mouth and suck on it before moving onto the other. Kim moans beneath me and then lets out a squeak when I attach the clamps to them. 

A chain runs between the two nipple clamps and then two more run from the nipple clamps down to the naval clamp. Kim giggles and squeals when I clip the naval clamp into place. She always was a bit ticklish on her belly. Then I run the last remaining chain down to her pussy. I part her nether lips just a bit and giver her clit a couple of squeezes. She moans in pleasure and so I continue to do that up until I get the clit clamp on her. Fuck, what a sight. I grab the iPhone and snap a few more pics of this before getting down to it. 

I grab her ankle cuffs again and hike her legs back up. This time I rest her cuffed ankles on my left shoulder while I nuzzle up against her. I reach down and bring my cock up to her wet slit and press into her. Kim shudders and groans deeply as she feels every inch of me burrow deep into her. Once I'm inside of her all the way to the base of my cock, I wiggle my hips side to side just a bit to tease her. 

Kim whined and jerked around in frustration that I wasn't outright fucking her yet. Granted, her moving around moved my cock inside of her, but it wasn't the same. I did feel good on my end, though, as her pussy closed around my cock as she bore down on me to goad me on. I gave her a playful swat on her ass with my hand and told her that I was the one calling the shots here. She gave me a muffled 'I'm sorry' in response and I reached down to caress her face to let her know that I was happy with the apology. She hummed and leaned her head into my hand. 

Straightening back up, I wrapped my arms around her legs and shoved my hips forward. Kim let out a deep gasp of pleasure when I did. God, I love fucking her bareback. It's so much better than a condom and so much more intimate, in my opinion. My hands moved down her thighs and then down to her hips. Grabbing them, I proceeded to pound Kim hard. She started letting out short, shrill squeaks every time I drove into her. 

I watched as her skin became flushed and I felt her pussy start to expand and contract around my cock the closer she got to orgasm. Soon after she let out a deep guttural groan and her head lolled to the side as I pushed her to climax. Her chest started jerking as she got off, hard, and her pussy clamped around me again. Not too long after that she fell limp, sated from the pleasure. 

However, I wasn't though with her yet. I was reveling in the sensation of having her pussy fully contracted around my cock. I continued to plow into her. She whimpered and then started jerking as I steadily fucked her hard. Then she started screaming behind her gag and tried to get my attention. I paused long enough to unlatch her ball gag. "What?" I ask, irritated. I was getting close. 




The Conquest Club Files 01



"Too...sensitive," she whines while gasping for breath. 

"Perfect." I tell her with a smile. I straighten back up, put my hands back on her hips, and pull back right as I thrust my hips forward as hard as possible. She lets out a shrill squeal and starts protesting "No more! No more!" 

In retrospect, we probably should've established a safe word by this time. We didn't agree on one until night three after I had my chat with Dad. Oh well, Kim had no complaints afterwards about that night. 

"Oh God! Oh God!" Kim was screaming, arching her back and writhing in pleasurable agony. I could somewhat imagine what she was going through. I've had orgasms before in which someone was tickling the underside of the head of my cock while I came and continued doing so afterward. The pleasure was so intense that my body jerked involuntarily and I thought that I'd pass out. So I think that this might be a similar sensation for a woman. In either case, I reached down to between her legs, shoving my hand down between her closed thighs, and gently stroked her clit. 

That did it. Kim let out a screech that would've made a banshee proud as her next orgasm was forced upon her. Right as she went over the edge, I followed her. I rammed my hips into hers one last time right as my cock swelled inside of her and blew its load. Kim was flopping around uncontrollably as the orgasm was that intense for her. My cum spurt into her once again as I kept myself jammed inside of her as deep as I could. Kim lets out this long sigh of relief once she comes down from her erotic high, as do I once my cock finally stops twitching. 

Once I'm coherent again, I take the ankle cuffs off of her and let her legs go. They drop to hang off the bed as Kim has no more strength in her from the back-to-back orgasms. I remove the chains, collar, gag and blindfold before rolling her over to take her wrist cuffs off. Kim's a drooling mess as she just hums and moans from the pleasure I'd just given her. "You're not allowed to leave," she moans out as I gingerly pick her up and place her on her bed properly. 

I climb into the bed with her and spoon her. "Good, because I wasn't planning on leaving anytime soon," I tell her. She hums again at that and wiggles her ass a bit into my crotch as she snuggles back against me. I wrap my arms around her and hold her close. 

I could get used to this. 

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The Conquest Club Files 02



A/N: Finally! I can get file #2 out now that I have the rights back! Enjoy! 

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Hunter File # 0002a & b: Liz 

Age: 22 

Height: 5'5" 

Figure/Stats: Average/34C-24-34 

Hair: Light Brown, kinda short cut. 

Eyes: Blue 

Trophy Taken: Black satin matching bra/panty set from Victoria's Secret. 

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They have a cave troll... 

Part of me wants to tell the kids to turn down Lord of the Rings today but as I go back through these recordings to write this all down they seem to be picking movies and shows that have quotes relevant to the current story that I'm putting into writing. Go figure... 

Anyway, I wound up staying the night in Kim's bed after our second round of hot BDSM sex. As we lay there cuddling together idly chatting, we discovered that we had a lot of similar interests; especially when it came to sex. Talk eventually got around to school and plans for the fall. Kim told me that she'd gotten several scholarship offers to a lot of the colleges in the area including the one that I was attending. "What do you think about the possibility of me going to college where you're at?" she asked me, twisting her head on my shoulder so that she could look up at my face. 

"I think that's fucking awesome," I said, "I definitely like the idea of getting to do this more during the semesters." Considering that I wasn't getting laid while at college anyway... any sex was better than no sex especially after Liz leaving me in the lurch like that by screwing anything with a cock while I was remaining faithful despite all the prospects. 

"Well the first ground rule I want to get out is that I want there to be no secrets between us," Kim said. "I'm sure that there are going to be other guys that I'm going to look at, and maybe hang out with, as well as other girls you're going to look at and hang out with." 

"Not to mention screw," I added. Kim arched her eyebrow and I looked at her. "I hate the fucking closed relationships and I'm willing to try an open one. Let's be totally honest; we're human and we're going to look. So let's say 'look but not touch unless permission is given', okay?" 

"I can live with that," Kim said with a smile. She craned her neck and gave me a peck on the cheek. "Got any of your football buddies that you can hook a girl up with?" Now that I thought about it, I did. I had a lot of friends on the squad, a few of which I wouldn't mind doing a tag team match with Kim in the center with. I nodded with a sly grin on my face thinking that this was going to be the best fall semester ever coming up. 

We outlined the rules of our budding relationship and I have to say, I was extremely happy with. We eventually started dozing when we heard the front door open and close at about 9pm. Both Kim and I bolted upright in the bed and looked at each other as we wondered who made it home first. I tiptoed over to the door and peered out as quietly as I could. I heard two voices talking and it was Kim's parents. I told Kim as I was getting just my pants and shirt back on at least. "Where are you going?" Kim asked me. 

"Down to have a talk with your folks," I said, "We might as well get this out of the way now." 

Mr. and Mrs. C were surprised to see me there and they were equally surprised to see Kim behind me in nothing more than a bath robe. It didn't take them long to put two and two together. Mr. C was furious that I was, and I quote here, "Cheating on his little girl with her little sister." I immediately countered with the fact that his 'little girl' wasn't so little anymore and that she'd been sleeping behind my back since before High School ended. That set off a whole new argument that finally subsided when Kim came to my defense. 

She'd run upstairs and grabbed Liz's diary and thrust it out to her dad. "It's all true, daddy," she told him. "You can even read it in Lizzy's own words." 

They didn't say anything at first. Both Mr. and Mrs. C flipped through the diary and their expression changed from anger to sadness to sympathy towards me. "So what do you plan on doing now, sweetie?" Mrs. C asked me at last once they'd reviewed the evidence. I breathed a sigh of relief. I'd been exonerated in the court of parental opinion. 

"Well, I'd like to date your daughter," I said, "just not that daughter." I joked, pointing towards the diary. "Kimmy said that she got an offer for a full ride at my college, I wouldn't mind seeing her there and continuing our relationship, as sudden as it may seem." I shrug. "Things just sorta happened between us last night. I don't regret any of it." 

"I want to get a dorm room with him on campus." Kim blurted out. When we all looked at her in surprise, she blushed. "That is, if you want me to, Gerry." 

"I'd love to." I said, pulling her in with one arm and kissing her forehead. 

Both Mr. and Mrs. C had smiles on their faces. "Well, at least this keeps you in the family," Mrs. C said. 

"Well, you still need to tell Liz even if it seems like she doesn't remember," Mr. C said with a resigned sigh. He then took his wife's hand, "Come on, dear." 

"Where are we going?" Mrs. C asked, confused. 

"Let's go over to Gerry's house and talk with his folks. Believe me when I say that I could use a drink after all of this and I really don't want to be here when Gerry and Liz hash it out." Mr. C said. "Do you want to come with us Kimmy? I don't think that you want to be here either." 

Kim looked torn but then ultimately shook her head. "No, I want to stay here." 

"Suit yourself." 

It was another hour before Liz got back home. Kim, still in her robe, had been down on her knees giving me an amazing blowjob when Liz barged in through the front door. Goddamn that bitch has the worst fucking timing. Liz was remarkably sober tonight. The moment she saw us her jaw hit the floor and her eyes went red it seemed. "What the fuck do you think that you're doing!" she screeched like a banshee. Any higher and I think that her mom would be buying new fine china. 

Kim's head came up out of my lap and she looked like a deer caught in the headlights. I wanted to just pull her head back down and tell her to get back to work but that probably would've made things even worse. I stood up and tucked my cock back into my pants, not thrilled at the idea of being close and not being able to get off. "Something that I probably should've done a long time ago; start seeing other people." I growled at the newest cock block in my life. 

"You're cheating on me with my own sister!" Liz said, jabbing a finger at me. 

"And you're looking for any excuse to officially dump me so that you can go out screwing Marcus and all of his fucking cronies!" I countered, matching her voice in pitch and volume. In retrospect, we needed this argument. It told us for 100% sure that we were just not meant for each other. I picked up her diary and flung it at her. She caught it with a surprised look on her face as I continued to lay into her. "I told you before that you should lock this damn thing up but noooooo, we had to put everything in it. But you know what? I'm kinda glad though that you ignored me. It told me everything I needed to know about who I thought was my girlfriend." 

Then the backpedaling started. Liz blubbered and blustered for a moment before she zeroed in on a new target; Kimmy. "You! You are behind this! You've been getting into my things all our lives." 

I interposed myself between them. Kimmy gave me this 'my hero' look as I did. "This is between you and me; not her." I told Liz flat out. "I'd say that we're over but it's plain to see that we were over the moment Prom was over. How many people, other than me, did you sleep with that night?" 

"Drop dead!" 

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" 

"I'm not doing this anymore," Liz said, throwing her hands in the air and rolling her eyes. "I don't know what women see in you, Gerry," she said. "I don't know why women seem to come out of nowhere and swoon at your feet. Maybe it's because you're just too nice of a guy or something or maybe it's just because you're a jock or I don't know!" 

I frowned. Was that why she started sleeping around? Sure, I had a lot of friends who were girls but I'd never done anything with them. Not while I had been committed to Liz. But then the more that I thought about it, there was always someone there to pick up the pieces and maybe go for a quick roll in the sack whenever Liz and I were on the outs. Liz was just standing there, furious, shaking her head as she mulled it over in her head as well. "Seriously, I want to know," Liz was saying. She looked over my shoulder at Kim. "What is it about him that you like? Why did you sleep with him at the drop of a hat? What is it that is so Goddamn great?" Liz looked back at me. "What is it that you do to women that you haven't done with me?" 

I'd opened my mouth to say that I didn't know when Kim spoke up behind me. "Go ahead; show her, Gerry." I looked back her in confusion, and she cocked her head and motioned me towards Liz in a 'so why aren't you fucking her already' look. 

My eyes darted between the two as I thought about all the relationships I'd had outside of Liz. I was looking back at Kim as it hit me; the BDSM. Liz was the only girl that I'd ever been with that I haven't been really dominant with. All the other girls I'd had something of a Dom/Sub relationship with. Liz, however, I'd always treated as a partner in all things and never as a sub whenever we slept together. "You sure?" I ask Kim. Maybe a good old hate fuck was just what I needed to end this once and for all. 

She nodded. "Mom and Dad won't be home for another hour at least. You know they always stay over late when it's just them and your parents hanging out." Kim said. "Besides, think of it as a trial run of our new, open, relationship." 

Works for me. 

I turned back to Liz and narrowed my eyes on her. "Do you want to know what I do for them? Do you really want to know?" I ask, my voice dropping down to a dangerous growl that I'd never used with her before. 

Liz nodded. "I wouldn't have asked if I didn't want to know. Tell me." 

I shook my head. "I can't. I have to show you." 

Liz lifted her chin defiantly. "Then show me," she said mockingly. 

I looked back over my shoulder at Kim. "You heard her; you're my witness." Kim just clapped her hands and squealed with glee that she was going to get a show. She jumped into one of the plush lounge chairs and curled up like a cat to watch. When I turned back to Liz she looking at us both with confusion. My hand shot out and grabbed her by the back of her neck. I threw her down hard onto the couch. 

Liz looked back up at me with a mixture of shock and anger. She stood back up and I shoved her back down to the couch, this time twisting her in such a way that she'd stay face down. I straddled her ass, hooked the bottom of the maroon halter top that she was wearing with my thumbs down at her belt, and yanked it up. Liz let out a yelp in surprise as I deftly pulled the halter top clear off of her leaving her only in her black satin bra for upper wear. I then managed to snake my hands underneath of her to undo the fly of her jeans. She now shrieked as she rolled slightly to claw at my hands. 

It was too late for her. I already had her jeans open. When I stood up I yanked them down so hard that I actually dragged her off of the couch and onto the floor. She landed on the soft carpet with a dull thump. While she was stunned I used the opportunity to yank her heeled boots off and toss them aside before pulling her jeans off the rest of the way. 

Now she was on the floor in her matching black satin bra and panty set. Not bad looking, to be honest. Liz was starting to get to her feet when I reached down and grabbed her by the back of the neck again. I moved around her, keeping her pinned in place, to sit down onto the couch. I then dragged her up with me, manhandling her so that she was facedown across my lap. "What the fuck are you doing? Are you insane?" 

"Jury's out," I said as I started feeling up her ass. Her butt was much rounder than Kim's, but that's probably because Kim worked out more and had more of the athletic build. Liz was just...well...average all around. I then reared back and gave her a hard spank on her ass. 

"OW!" Liz cried out. "What the- OW! What the f-OW! Stop that! Why? OW!" She kept on trying to get a question out and I kept on spanking her every time she opened her mouth. I had my hand on the back of her neck still to keep her in place even though she kept on squirming in my lap. I was actually surprised that I was getting turned on by this and what was more surprising was the fact that I was getting hot and bothered just from Kim watching me. 

Liz clawed at my hand at the back of her neck and managed to get her face twisted towards her sister. "Kimmy! Ow. Do something! OW!" 

"You brought this on yourself." Kim said calmly. "By the way, Ger, do you want your paddle for this?" 

"No," I shook my head while continuing to spank Liz. "But I will want some condoms for when I fuck her." 

"You're not fucking me!" 

"The hell I'm not." 

Kim was puzzled but came up with the box that Mr. C had told me that he kept in his end table next to his lounger. "What do you need these for? She's on the pill too." 

"Yeah, but I have no clue who she's been sleeping with outside of Marcus." I said, giving her a pointed look. "Do you want to take that chance?" when she shook her head I nodded. "Didn't think so." 

"Are you implying that I got something?" Liz challenged. 

Frowning, I smacked her on the ass to shut her up. "Get a clean bill of health and I'll fuck you without one. Until then, the condom goes on." I spanked her again, hard, and she howled. I don't know if it was more out of pain or humiliation. At that point, I really didn't care. I wanted to spank her until my hand hurt and then spank her again for making it hurt. 

I didn't, however. I did give her a few more good spanks before reaching up and deftly unclasping her bra. Liz let out a protest, which earned her another spank. It was actually funny watching her attempt to keep the bra on and then move her hands down to try and protect her ass. When her hands went down to her butt, my hands were moving to whip the bra up and over her head and back down her arms. Now that her breasts dangled free, I reached under to squeeze one hard. "Ow! Watch it you bastard! They're tender!" 

"No doubt from your new boyfriend sucking the hell out of them," I say, noting quite a few hickies on her right tit. I then buck her off of my lap, sending her sprawling back down to the floor. Before she has a chance to get up, I pounce on her and put my hand right on her collar bone just below the neck. Not outright choking her, mind you, but just close enough to the base of the neck to establish dominance. She swallows hard and we lock eyes. In that moment we both know that I have her under my control. There were going to be a few more token protests, I was sure, but other than that she was mine right now. 

We continue to hold each other's gaze while I reach for her panties. Her eyes go wide as she realized the inevitability of events and she swallows hard again in preparation. Without any fanfare or ceremony, I grab her panties at the waistband and pull them down her legs. Once they're off, I cup her pussy (shaved, just like her little sister, for the record), and feel her up. 

She's wet and she's enjoying this as she moans when I touch her. I see the confusion of emotions in her eyes as we maintain eye contact. She wants to hate me for this but she can't deny what she feels and how much she's enjoying this. I move between her legs and hold out my hand to Kim. Like a nurse in the operating room, she slaps a rubber into my hand and even says "Condom." I glance at her and she giggles and blows me a kiss. "I'd like to get an injection from you later, Doctor." I slap her on the ass playfully and she giggles again and goes back to the lounge chair. I whip my hard cock out of my pants (amazed at the fact that I'm still hard from Kimmy's blowjob earlier before we were so rudely intruded upon) and I slap the condom on. 

I then tease Liz with it by rubbing the head up and down her slit and even placing the head in a little bit before pulling it back out. Liz mews in passionate anticipation. But I was getting antsy to fuck the living daylights out of Liz. I had Liz flat on her back on the carpet and I placed my hand back down just under her neck again. My cock was inches from her pussy and I was about to violate her the way I've always wanted to; the way she was always afraid to do, unlike her sister. I looked deep into her eyes. I wasn't going to just fuck her, I was going to hate fuck her so hard and it was going to feel good. 

Off to our side, Kim moaned with pleasure. "Oh God, yes." 

Liz and I both paused, our gazes slowly turning from each other over to Kim. Kim had drawn her legs up to her chest and opened up her robe. She had one hand between her legs and one hand massaging her breast. I noticed that the pink jeweled butt plug was still up her ass. She opened her eyes and noticed us looking at her. "What? Don't mind me." 

I quirked a smile at her. "Did I give you permission to get yourself off?" I ask with amusement. This whole Dom/Sub thing was fun. 

Kim gave me a playful hurt look and batted her eyes at me. "I'm sorry, master. May I please get off while I watch you work?" 

"Are you two fucking serious?" Liz asked incredulously. 

"Quiet, you." I growl down at her, giving her a soft slap on the side of the cheek. It wasn't a full out abusive slap that would make a mark or anything, just a soft love tap to remind her who's on top here. I shove my hips forward and impale her on my cock if nothing else to keep her mind on something else. Liz gasps and writhes underneath of me. While her pussy is accommodating my cock for the first time in God knows how long, I look back at Kim. "You can get yourself off. But go up and get the other dildo, the lube and both sets of the cuffs first." Kim clapped and squealed with glee. She hopped off of the lounge chair and skipped over to us, throwing her arms around me to give me a quick kiss on the cheek before rushing up the stairs. 

I look back down at Liz, who is about to say something. "Shut. The. Fuck. Up!" I yell at her, pounding my hips into her with each word. Her screams of pleasure and pain punctuate each thrust into her. My hand is back at her neck and lean down so that my face is inches from hers. "I've spent a good part of my life listing to you whine, bitch, moan, and complain." I growl at her. "Then once I find out that you've been cheating on me the entire time you actually have the fucking nerve to try and turn it on me as if it's my fault?" I plow into her again, hard, and she screams. This is another thing that I've found fun: hate sex. At first I think that I might've hurt her and that I might've gone too far but then she moans and writhes her hips. Her lips part just a little bit and I can catch a slight quiver in her lower lip. 

Pausing for a moment, I look her over. She's trembling. Tears have welled up in her eyes and I can see more of the conflict of emotions raging through her. Part of me wants to feel bad but she did ask for this. Literally. She wants to tell me to fuck off and go to hell. She wants to tell me to stop doing this to her and to let her go but at the same time she wants to goad me on even further just to see what I'm capable of. She doesn't want to openly admit that this feels really good and that I was right all along when I tried to do this with her a few times before. She's scared at what this means for her. 




The Conquest Club Files 02



And she's also scared that I was right all along in wanting to do the whole BDSM thing. 

I hear Kimmy coming back down the stairs. She brought my whole bag of goodies down, not just what I'd asked for. Isn't she thoughtful? No wonder I love her so much already. She drops it down next to me, cups my face in her hands and kisses me passionately. "Just save some for me after you're done with my sister," she whispers lustfully in my ear at me. She gives me a quick nip on my earlobe before going back to the lounger but not before I give her a swift swat on the ass. Kimmy squeals but plants herself in the chair with the second dildo in her hand. Kim tosses her head back and deep throats the dildo easily in order to lube it up with her own saliva. Not surprisingly since I deliberately bought one that was smaller than my own cock. I turn Liz's head so that she can enjoy the show as well. I glance at her periodically and see that she's enjoying watching her little sister suck on the sex toy. Kim then brings it down to her pussy and slowly pushes it into her, gasping the entire time. 

Now that my new girlfriend is set for the time being, I focus on my old girlfriend. I pull out of her and lean back on my haunches, pulling out of her, long enough to grab the deep throat gag, the collar, and a set of cuffs. I put the collar on Liz first and then shackle her hands together in the leather cuffs. I then lift Liz's head up by her hair just long enough to get her hands behind her neck. There, I fasten the cuffs to the collar. She starts to protest and I put a warning finger down on her lips and shake my head no. Then I grab the dildo throat gag and bring it down to her pussy. 

"Uh, Gerry, honey?" Kim pipes up. "I don't think that is where it's supposed to go." 

"Watch and learn, baby." I say. I give her a glance and smile. "Take mental notes because this is in your future." 

"Oooo! Promise?" 

I chuckle as I take the dildo gag and proceed to fuck Liz with it nice and hard. Liz starts gasping and moaning while I'm shoving it in and out of her pussy. I get a pretty good rhythm going and I'm none too gentle about it. I take it out periodically to check to see how coated it is with Liz's juices. She actually fucking whines whenever I stop. Will wonders never cease? I fuck her some more with it just for good measure and she actually starts chanting my name softly. 

Yeah, well too late Liz. That ship has set sail and subsequently sunk like the goddamn Titanic. 

Once I'm satisfied with how coated it is, I bring it up to Liz's lips. Her eyes go wide and look at me imploringly as she starts shaking her head no. I try to force it but she has her jaw clamped shut. Scowling, I reach down and cruelly pinch and twist one of her nipples. She opens her mouth wide as she howls in pain and I shove it in. Her eyes bug out slightly and she gags just a little bit before she has to force herself to relax. Once Liz has settled to accommodate the large object invading her throat, I then clasp and lock the strap into place behind her head. 

"Comfy?" I ask. I get a gurgling response in return. I'll take that as a yes. 

I then grab the remaining jeweled butt plug in my bag, this one is a clear diamond colored one. I lube it up with Liz's pussy juice just like I'd done with the throat gag before lodging the thing firmly up her ass. 

"Oh! Give her the clamps too!" Kim says excitedly while she slowly fucks herself with the dildo. 

"Stop trying to side-seat Dom over there!" I snap at her, but with a smile on my face. "I'll gag you if I have to." 

"Will you really?" she asks happily. 

Instead of answering her, I grab the second set of cuffs and the ball-gag and advance on Kim. Kim takes the dildo out of her pussy and bounces in the chair like an excited puppy when I do. I rip her robe off of her and instruct her to kneel in the lounger. She does as instructed. I caress the side of her face and lift her chin up to me. I look her deep in the eyes when I put the ball gag in her waiting mouth and latch it into place. She closes her eyes and moans deeply. "Present you wrists to me, woman," I tell her. She brings them up together and I cuff them in front of her. I then put the dildo back into her hands and tell her to fuck herself with it slowly. Then, just for shits and giggles, I drop my hands down to her breasts and gently tweak her hardened nipples. Kim closes her eyes and moans her assent before leaning back onto her heels to do my bidding. 

I go back to Liz, who watched all of that with morbid fascination. Before I get back down on the floor to fuck her, I whip the iPhone out and start snapping pictures of the two of them. I get some with just Liz, some with just Kim, and some with the two of them in the shot. Liz looks furious that I had the balls to take pictures while she's helpless. "Insurance," I tell her, siding the phone back into my pocket. "If you pass a note at someone about what has transpired here to get me in trouble, if you yap to the wrong people, if you use a fucking aerosol can in a matter other than directed..." Yeah, I'm a fan of Gone in 60 Seconds and I've always wanted to use that line, "then this goes on the internet. Capiche?" Liz's eyes go wide at the threat of blackmail and she nods so hard I think her head is going to roll off her neck. 

With that now out of the way, I mount her again; shoving my cock back into her without any warning this time. She grunts and jerks at the initial penetration but then it's all moans and hums of pleasure afterwards. My guess is that this is the first time she's even been triple penetrated, but I could be wrong. Who knows with all of the rumors that I've heard about her lately. 

I grab Liz's thighs to elevate them slightly and shuffle into position. She looks at me questioningly as I do so. Once I'm in position I let her have it. It was a hate fuck, pure and simple. Now that I think about it, it's the first time I'd ever hate-fucked anyone. There would be others later on down the road that asked me for my 'services' that I'd pound just to pay them back for wrongs done to me in the past, but I'm getting way too far ahead of myself on that point. My hips become a machine and my cock becomes a piston as it repeatedly slams in and out of Liz's pussy relentlessly. I start slow to get a good pace going and then soon I'm ramming her cunt as hard as I can. 

Liz is arching her back and screaming as loud as she can from behind her gag. I feel her pussy contract around me and her skin starts to become flushed in her chest area. Her breasts are heaving and her nostrils are flaring from the exertion. She scrunches her eyes shut and struggles in her bonds, trying to regain some semblance of control. Off to my left I hear Kim let out a long passionate moan from watching. I glance over and she's sunk back into the lounger, her body twitching from where she just came. 

I fuck Liz for another minute at least before her body lets loose in the most violent fit of orgasmic spasms I have ever seen her do. Her pussy clenches my cock like a vice, pushing me closer to cum, but I manage to hold back. I have something else in mind for her. Liz's screaming becomes one long, incoherent, high pitched shrill yell. Her body flops around in my grasp as I'm still pounding away at her pussy while she's coming. 

The moment she flops down and I feel her relax is when I pull out of her. Her eyes go from half lidded from the ecstasy to a wondering look up at me. I rip the condom off of my cock and slide up her body to straddle her midsection. Grabbing her big, round tits into my hands, I shove my cock in between them and thrust hard. My hot cum shoots out from my head that is now poking up from her cleavage. She looks down at it briefly and then turns away when the first jet of my thick, milky white seed shoots onto her face. 

For the record, I got her right between the eyes with the first shot... just in case anyone is wondering. 

I grab her hair on top of her head and turn her face back towards me, fucking her tits in time to my spurts of cum. I coat her, no strike that; I bathe her face in my cum, not caring in the least little bit of her fellings. My body shudders in pleasure as the orgasm rumbles all over. The feeling of passion and dominance feels so good that it courses all through me. I hold her head in place there until my cock goes flaccid between her breasts. 

Only then do I get up off of her and stuff my cock back into my pants. I take out my iPhone and snap a few more pictures of her and then leave her there to stew for a bit. I go to attend to Kim first by un-cuffing her and then taking the gag out of her mouth. She throws her arms around me and kisses me hard. "That was so fucking hot," she says between kisses. 

"I aim to please," I say. 

"Your aim is good." She looks over my shoulder over to Liz. "In more ways than one, I might add." I glance back and see that Liz is a mess on the floor; tears streaming from her eyes, muffled sobs, and my jizz covering her face and matted in her hair. Her skin is still flushed across her face and chest (which is still heaving from her breathing heavily). Her pussy lips look a bit swollen and sore from the redness. 

I let out a bit of a resigned sigh. "I guess I should let her up, your folks will be home soon." We kneel down next to Liz and I start pulling things off of her and out of her. We get the cuffs off of her first so that she can get feeling back into her arms. They flop out to the sides like two dead weights. Then I got the collar off of her. After that, I ease the butt plug out and Liz lets out a sigh of relief. 

Finally it's the throat gag that I carefully extract from Liz's mouth. Her head follows it up as she moves to where it's more comfortable for me to pull it out without damaging her. It comes out with a slick pop. Liz collapses back down to the floor, exhausted. I just toss the toys into the backpack Kim holds open for me as they are and make a mental note to clean them tomorrow when I have my own house to myself. Liz's bra and panties wind up in there along with Kim's babydoll that I ripped off of her earlier. 

Kim reaches behind her and her face scrunches up. She then lets out her own sigh of relief as her hand comes around with the butt plug she had. I toss it into the backpack as well along with the dildo, cuffs, and gag that she used. Kim grabs her robe and uses it as a towel to clean Liz's face up with. Liz's head lolls over in my direction. "That was... incredible," she breathes, looking at me in a whole new light. "Can we do that again sometime?" 

"That's up to your sister," I say coldly as I put the backpack over my shoulder and stand up. I hold my hand out to Kim and she takes it, sidling up next to me. "You see, we've decided on an open relationship. The rule is: 'Look, but don't touch without permission'. We've decided that it's only going to be considered cheating if the other person doesn't know or doesn't approve. It was a concept that I tried to get you to agree to but you just turned it into your free pass without letting me know what you were doing." I shake my head. "That's not going to be the case with us. So if you want a repeat performance, talk to my new girlfriend here." 

Liz took it all in and then looked at her sister with an imploring look. Kim shook her head. "Not right now. I want him tonight. We can talk about it later." 

"I suggest that we all get into bed since the parental units will be back any minute." I say, guiding Kim towards the stairs, leaving Liz behind on the floor. 

Once we were upstairs and in Kim's room did Kim say anything. "So why didn't you cum inside of her?" she asks. 

I shrug as I'm taking off my shirt and pants. "To be honest; I really didn't want to. I wanted to punish her and show her what she'd be missing." 

"Well, I think that you got your point across," Kim said as she slid underneath of the covers of her bed. She shivered as if a chill ran up her spine and let out a little squeal as she smiled. "You know, this is the first time I'm going to actually sleep with someone I've had sex with overnight. I'm so looking forward to this." 

I share her smile as I climb into bed with her, my body sliding under the covers next to hers. "You'll love it, trust me." 

"I do," she whispers as she curls up next to me, resting her head in the crook of my shoulder. "I trust you implicitly." She gives me a quick kiss on the cheek and then is out like a light moments later. I wrap my arms around her and hold her close. 

I was lightly snoozing when I heard talking outside of Kim's door. I feign sleeping when the door opens slowly. "You know, it's weird seeing him sleeping in Kimmy's room than it is seeing him sleep in Lizzy's room," a deep voice says. It's Mr. C and my heart starts racing as I wonder if he's going to yank me out of Kim's bed and beat the holy shit out of me for upsetting one of his little girls. Yeah, he was on my side earlier but parents can be fickle sometimes. 

"Yeah, but they're so cute and they have a lot more in common." Mrs. C is there too. "And I'm glad that Gerry is still going to be involved with the family, aren't you?" 

"Sure, but like I said; it's just weird. It's going to take some getting used to, that's all." Mr. C said. Mentally, I breathe a sigh of relief that Mr. C is not going to kill me for jumping from one sister to the other. 

The door closes and I let out the breath that I didn't realize that I'd been holding. I hear some more muffled talking in Liz's room next door and I caught about every other thing that was said. I guess Mr. and Mrs. C asked Liz how she was doing and how things were between us now that I was officially with Kim now. "I'm fine," Liz was saying. "Yeah, we talked it out. No. Uh, yeah I'm fine with him being with Kimmy, really. Seriously: there's no problem here. Yeah, we're still friends. It just wasn't meant to be between us romantically, ya know? Okay. Yeah. Uh-huh. Yeah, I know that he's still here. He's still sleeping with Kimmy isn't he? Yes mom, I'll even spell it out for you if I have to: I... Am... O-kay... With... This." I couldn't help but snort and chuckle at that last line. She's your mother, Liz, not some freaking alien from another planet that you have to talk slow to. Beside me, Kim giggled having woke up in the middle of all of this. 

She was still talking. "Of course I'm going to have to deal with this. Look, what's the big deal? I wasn't happy with him anyway. If Kimmy wants him then hey, whatever gets her off! Yeah, yeah. Okay. Love you too. G'night!" 

I hear the door to Liz's room close and I hear her flop back onto her bed. Mr. and Mrs. C's footsteps fade down the hallway until I hear the door to their master bedroom close as well. Well, one crisis averted. I roll my head against Kim and kiss her lightly on the head. I do agree with Mr. C with one thing; this does feel weird. All the other times I've stayed over here it was over in Liz's room. Kim's room is far more girlish to Liz's tomboy outlook, but I like it. I can get used to this. Besides, this just feels right as if it were meant to be. 

As I finally drifted off to sleep, I couldn't help but think that this was going to be one interesting summer. 

I had no idea at that point just how right I was. 

* 

The day after I'd screwed Liz into oblivion right in the middle of the living room was not nearly as awkward as I thought it was going to be. I stumbled into the hallway bathroom the next day to take care of business, walking right into the middle of Liz taking a shower. I started to mumble out an apology when Liz just said "Close the door already and do your thing, Gerry. You're letting all the heat out." When I paused, she rolled her eyes and huffed. "It's not like either of us have anything that the other hasn't seen, touched, or fucked before." I shrugged at that as I came in; it was a good point. 

Kim followed me in about a minute later after I'd finished and was washing my hands. She was as buck ass naked as Liz and I were. She gives me a quick kiss on the lips and then walks around me to barge her way into the shower. I let out a snort of derision as I watch her just casually get into the shower with her sister. "Glad to see that modesty doesn't exist around here," I chuckle. 

"You're just jealous cause I thought of the idea first," Kim teased. 

I just shake my head in amusement as I watched them jostle around in the shower giggling and squealing. I hit the light switch as I start to open the door. "Energy conservation day, no lights for you two." I say jokingly. 

"Water conservation day!" Liz calls back. 

"Yeah, get yer butt in here!" Kim adds. 

I swear to God I just heard the Heavenly Choir sing. 

Grinning, now in the dark, I close the bathroom door and lock it. I fumble my way to the shower door, open it just a crack, and slide in. It's a bit of a snug fit for the three of us, but we manage. The shower in here could put most standard middle class master bathroom showers to shame in its size. This shower is about five to six foot square in the floor area. I bump into one of the girls off to my left as soon as I get in. My hand reaches out and it glides across a smooth tummy and side. I pull the body close so me and I feel small tits press against my torso. "Hi Kim." 

"You sure?" she asks. 

"Yes, you have smaller, and firmer, breasts than your sister." To confirm, I extend my right hand out towards the shower faucets and run into Liz there. I flatten my palm against her breast bone and move it downward, coming up with a good feel of a larger, rounder tit. I hear Liz moan and I pinch her nipple, causing her to squeal. "See?" 

Kim comes up and kisses me on the cheek. "You're good at this. I guess it's a good thing that you can tell us apart in the dark." 

"Not like you two need to be all cloak-and-dagger if you want to trade off or anything," I add. I lean in and kiss Kim full on the lips. My hand slides down her back to squeeze her ass and she lets out a lustful moan. I then move it around front to her pussy and slide a finger in. Kim gasps and moans as I drag my middle finger up and down the front wall of her vagina. My cock starts to rise to the occasion. 

"What about me?" Liz complains. My hand was still on her tit. Instead of answering her, I move my hand up to grab her hair and pull down. Liz sinks to her knees with a yelp of surprise. I then dragged her forward and pull her head straight to my cock. Shower or no, pill or no; I'm still not fucking her bareback until I hear of a clean bill of health from a doctor. 

"Suck it and feel yourself up." I say, breaking off making out with Kim long enough to give Liz orders. Liz lets out a passionate "Mmmmmm," as I feel her lips wrap around my manhood. I turn my attention back to Kim, dropping my head down far enough to get one of her lovely breasts into my mouth. Kim gasps and wraps her arms around me, one hand sliding up to claw at my hair, as I start sucking and teasing her tit. I finger Kim furiously, working her pussy hard. She's gasping loudly to the point that I move my right hand from holding Liz's head in place up to Kim's mouth to clamp over it. 

That bit of control that I exercised over Kim was what sends her over. She squeals behind my hand, now muffling her, and comes hard. Her pussy clamps around my finger. I'm thankful that I had it extended at the time as I was afraid that she would've broke it with her vaginal contraction had it been crooked. Yes, her pussy is THAT tight. Still is to this day, in fact. 

As Kim's body quivers in passion while pinned against the shower wall, I feel Liz's mouth work on my cock. After hearing her sister get off, she actually starts working on my cock like a porn star (which, for some odd reason, made me wonder if she made porn at that moment... but that's another story for later). "Mmmmm, cum on my face," I hear Liz moan out below me. 




The Conquest Club Files 02



I let go of Kim's mouth and pussy, letting her slump against the wall a bit, and grab Liz by her hair and chin. "You wanna rephrase that request, slut?" I ask in a demanding tone. 

"Please, master," she says tentatively, testing out the words. "Please cum on my face." 

I shove my cock back into her mouth and she sucks me hard like a vacuum cleaner (yes, I know the feeling... don't ask). I pump my hips furiously as I fuck her face. I hear her start to squeal and I feel her body squirm in front of me. She opens her mouth and lets out a quick series of "Ah"s as she starts to climax. Kim moves behind me, pressing her wet naked body against my back, as she reaches around and grips my cock with both of her tiny hands. Damn, that feels good. I don't last more than five seconds after that as I jerk back my hips right as my cock blows, spraying Liz's face with my seed. Liz moans in ecstasy in the darkness. 

Kim and I end up joining Liz on the floor of the shower and just let the hot water wash over our bodies. We luxuriate in the sexual hum that seems to fill the air. I wind up being in between the girls with my head resting back on Kim's lap and Liz down between my legs. I'd never had a three-way before and for my first one, it wasn't half bad. I might broach the subject to them later about them touching each other, but I dare not say anything now out of fear of breaking the spell, so to speak. 

Eventually we get up and wash each other off in silence before getting out of the shower. When Liz flips the lights on, we're all blinking to readjust our eyes, but we're all smiles too. The girls exit the bathroom first, each peeling off in separate directions to go to their respective rooms. The moment they're out the door I hear them both giggle and go "Hi daddy!" 

Oh fuck... I'm going to special hell and Mr. C. is going to send me there. 

Sure enough, Mr. C is out in the hallway with a bemused look on his face. Apparently Kim and Liz showering together is not a new thing to him. His expression turns to one of surprise and confusion when he sees me come out. He looks left towards Liz, who just smiles as she goes in her room, then right at Kim, who giggles and gives a tiny wave before going into her room, and then he looks at me. "Soooo," he says slowly. "Both of them?" he asks. I'm kinda surprised that he hasn't batted an eye at the fact that I'm naked in front of him. 

I shrug, trying to play this off as cool as possible while trying not to be too self-conscious about being naked. "What? You're telling me that you've never fantasized about having sex with Mrs. C and one or both of one of the girls' aunts before, at the same time?" 

That got his attention as he reels back in surprise as if I'd just slapped him. "And I never will tell," He says as shoves a bundle of clothes at me. He then takes out his wallet and puts a twenty on top of them, "and neither will you," he adds. 

I'm flabbergasted that he just whipped out money like this. I can't believe that I hit his dark little secret right on the head. "Ah... uh, Mr. C, I was only joking. I don't need your money, sir." 

He lays another twenty down and points right at my face. "For forty, I expect some memory loss here, bucko." 

"I think that I might've hit my head in the shower, sir, what were we talking about again?" 

Mr. C grins at me. "Let's keep it that way." He then points at the clothes. "Your parents wanted us to bring those over last night. Go get changed and meet us downstairs for family breakfast. I snap off a quick salute and he just grins and shakes his head as I head back into Kim's room to get dressed. Breakfast later was business as usual and the fact that I'd changed girlfriends the previous night never is brought up. 

Anyway, that particular morning pretty much set the tone for the rest of the summer. While Liz and I would never be girlfriend-boyfriend ever again, we do remain friends to this day and we still have the occasional fuck party. With my wife's permission, of course. Kim and I were sleeping with one another on a regular basis to the point that she was either spending the night at my house or I was spending the night at hers. We became regular fixtures at each other's home. During this time we'd also established more ground rules along with safe words to use whenever things either got too intense or just plain got out of hand. 

* 

A week later Liz got the results of her medical screening and came straight to my house with the results. She came bouncing into my living where Kimmy and I were sitting on the couch together having a Firefly marathon. Well, to be truthful, I was sitting and Kimmy was riding me reverse cowgirl. She was wearing a miniskirt that hid the fact that my cock was up inside of her and was leaning back against me in such a way that it looked like she was just casually sitting on my lap. We were really getting into the scene where Inara was getting it on with some female politician. 

We'd decided to get it on right there and not be in our bunk. 

Both of us scowled up at Liz when she barged into the house as we'd been harboring the apparent delusion that we'd have the place to ourselves all day. "Don't you ever fucking knock?" I snapped irritably as I was getting close. 

Liz frowned at me. "Since when has that been a requirement here?" She held up some papers. "Guess what? I'm clean!" she announced with pride. 

"Congratulations," I said dryly, "want a cookie?" 

"No, I want a celebratory bareback fuck from you!" 

Kim and I traded glances and she shrugged. We look back at her. "What makes you think that you're worthy of one?" I ask. 

"Oh come on!" Liz whines with one of her trademark foot stamps and thrust of her balled up fists downward. She always throws a bit of a tantrum like that, the spoiled little wench. "I did everything that you told me to! I got a checkup, I stopped hanging out with those guys, and I even gave up alcohol!" Yeah, I thought ruefully, for a fucking week. Well, we'll see how long it lasts. "Pleeeeease?" she begged.  

"I don't think that you're asking correctly," I tell her. 

Liz drops to her knees and crawls across the living room floor to prostate herself in front of us. "Please, master? I need your cock, will you please fuck me?" 

"I dunno," I say casually while reaching around Kimmy to lift her skirt up. "My cock is kinda busy right now and it wouldn't be fair to your sister to leave her wanting all of a sudden. Not unless you're going to take care of her needs?" I ask with a wicked smile. 

Liz's head jerks up and Kimmy gives me an ugly glare over her shoulder. "Yellow!" they both cry out at once, using the first safe word to tell me that I'm treading into dangerous territory with them. They did it with such vehement force that I was taken aback for a moment. "Not happing!" Kim tells me flatly. 

"She's my sister for crying out loud!" Liz added. "I mean, like, ew!" 

I give them both an incredulous look. "Really, even after the shower we all had?" 

"Shared showers are one thing; we weren't touching, kissing, or licking each other," Kim points out, "I'll even do a threesome with you sometime with one of my girlfriends since I don't mind being bi. But not with Lizzy." She shudders, "that's just... ugh...weird. 

"Okay, fair enough. Didn't hurt to ask," I shrug. That's information that I needed about five seconds ago before I made an ass out of myself. Ah well...time to plow on. I snap my fingers at Liz. "Make yourself useful then and go upstairs to my room," I command her, slipping back into Dom mode. "Find a porno you like and get it started on my TV, then strip and get on the bed." 

"Yes master!" Liz said, hopping up to do my bidding, happy that I wasn't pressing the issue of having her do her own sister. 

While she was heading up the stairs, I move Kim around in my lap so that she's facing me. Her pussy grips my cock as she turns, making us both moan with pleasure at that twisting, sliding feeling. I slide my hand back behind her neck and pull her into a demanding kiss. She throws her arms around me and kisses me back with equal passion. My hands slide down to her ass and she squeals when I pick her when I stand. Her legs wrap around me and I feel her pussy clench around my cock. Quite frankly, I'm amazed that I'm able to stay inside of her standing like this. 

"So are you going to get me off like this before you do my sister?" Kim asks, eyeing the floor to make sure I wasn't going to drop her. I wasn't about to since I figured my cock would be severely injured if I did. I walk over to the TV with her in my arms long enough to turn it off before heading for the staircase. It was quite easy holding Kim in my arms, using her as pretty much a cock sock, while I walked. But then when you consider that she's a petite little thing and I'm a college running back that keeps in shape, I'm sure a lot of standing positions are easy. Every step I take sends my cock into her with a short, little thrust that has her mewing in my arms. 

"Well, you have until we reach my room to get off until I unleash my master plan on you." I say with a wolfish smile. She instantly started gyrating her hips against mine, crushing her clit against my pubis in an effort to climax quickly. As I walked up the stairs, she let out a gasp every step up as my cock naturally drove in and out of her. We get to my room and we see Liz already naked and lying patiently on my bed. I glance at the TV and sure enough she's put one of my favorites in the DVD. It's this cheesy thing from Penthouse where a cowboy takes advantage of this farm girl inside of the barn. I like it because he gets nice and rough with her and I'd played it often enough with Liz to try and get her in the mood for attempting some BDSM. 

I carry Kimmy over to a plush office chair over at my desk, placing her gently into it so that I can pull out of her. She whines and protests. "I haven't cum yet!" 

"I'm not done, either," I tell her as I grab my backpack of toys. I get the dildo throat gag out first. Kim's eyes go wide in anticipation as I haven't used it on her yet. I see her eyes dart from the gag, over to her sister. I glance over my shoulder in time to see Liz give Kim a quick wink and a smile. I ram it up Kim's pussy first to lube it and then slide it down her throat. She takes that thing like she were downing ambrosia, I swear. I fasten it into place behind her head and then proceed to tie her to my desk chair. I'm not entirely cruel. I grabbed a dildo with a flat surface suction cup, put it on the seat, and then placed Kim onto it so that she'll have something to fuck while I'm doing Liz. 

Then I turn to Liz who is still on the bed waiting for me in all of her glory. I grab a couple of new acquisitions from my bag and proceed to get Liz into a full leather BDSM body harness. While I'm putting her in it she gives me this look that is a mixture of fear and curiosity. Heh... as well she should. Once the harness is on her, a ball gag in her mouth, and cuffs on her wrists and ankles, I put her back facedown onto the bed. Her wrists get locked behind her back and her ankles get locked together. Then I reach for a particular toy that I've seen on many a BDSM vid on the internet. 

Ladies and Gentlemen; say hello to Mr. Hitachi... on a stick! 

The Hitachi Magic Wand (or one of the many cheap knockoffs, one never can tell anymore) that I have I taped to a long stick. At the end of said stick is a long, thick dildo that I mounted there. I work this up into Liz's pussy so far that the blub of the Hitachi is flush up against her clit. I then plug it into the nearest light socket that I can find and then turn it onto its "high" setting. 

Liz screams bloody murder into her gag and Kim just looks envious of her sister. I throw Kim a wink promising that she'll get the same treatment later on as I mount Liz from behind and throw a condom on. Yeah, I know that this is to be bareback fuck but I am working up to it. Stay with me here. Besides, I didn't want to waste time lubing my cock up to shove it up her ass and two I didn't want to waste time cleaning myself off once I finally decided to switch holes. 

But I'm getting ahead of myself here. 

I position my cock downward towards Liz's round ass and press into her. Kim later told me that Liz's eyes actually bugged out a bit as I slowly sank my cock into her. It was the first time she'd ever been double penetrated (yeah, a shock to me as well). Once I was fully into her, I gave her a couple of moments to acclimate to the feeling. I could feel the dildo in her pussy and, of course, the buzzing of the Hitachi on the dildo and the mounting stick was vibrating against my balls. That's certainly a feeling that is not to be ignored. 

I then rear back and plow into her. Liz screams again into her gag. She starts drooling from the sides of her mouth and (again, told later) her eyes toll back into her head from the intensity of warring sensations. I place my hand on the back of her neck to keep her pinned down, unnecessary, sure, but it was a lot of fun to do. I then use my free hand to spank her ass every time I drove down into her. 

About ten good thrusts later and her entire body is shaking uncontrollably from her sudden orgasm. "See what fun you've been missing this entire time?" I say sarcastically. I get a grunt in response. Can't tell if that was an agreement or not. 

As she's still shaking from the climax, I pull out of her, ditch the condom, and yank the dildo-Hitachi combination stick out of her. Liz sighs with relief but I make sure that it's short lived as I roll her onto her back. Lifting her manacled legs up over my shoulder, I then spear her glistening pussy with my cock. Liz howls from the sensitivity of her loins being cruelly invaded once again so soon after getting off. As I fuck her bareback, she's flopping around because of the oversensitivity of her body. It was another first for her; being fucked sans-condom. 

So many missed opportunities that I almost feel sorry for her. 

Then I remember that she is a lying, cheating bitch and I let her have it. 

So I hate fuck Liz once again. My cock is a piston moving in and out of her hot pussy. Her pussy is clamping and releasing my cock in such a rhythm that I know that she's close. I've felt that sensation before from our previous 'romantic interludes'. I ram my cock home multiple times in quick succession and let loose. My cum shoots deep into her unprotected pussy and womb, filling her up. I let out a gasp of pleasure and I hear a muffled "Oh God" come from behind her gag as she climaxes again in such a short time. 

We stay there, poised, for a moment until we're both coming down from our sexual high. I let go of her legs and collapse onto the bed beside of her. Off to the side, I hear Kim whimpering in the chair. I glance up and see her rocking her hips back and forth. Her face is red and I can tell that she's close from watching my fuck her sister. I'm spent but that doesn't mean that I can't help her out. 

Mustering up my strength, I roll out of my bed and walk over to her. She gives me this pleading look in her eyes that begs me for release. My hand caresses the side of her face and I sink to my knees between her spread legs. I flip up her miniskirt and find her pussy still wrapped around the suction cup dildo on the chair. Leaning in, I snake my hands up her body to cup her breasts and squeeze as my tongue darts out to find her clit. 

Kim orgasms so hard that she actually squirts just a bit. My tongue laps her juices as she jerks and quakes in my chair. She's screaming behind her dildo gag in pleasure and frustration. The pleasure of the climax and the frustration that she's bound in place and unable to get away. After a moment she relaxes and sinks back into the chair with her head rolling back. I tenderly untie her from it and then ease the gag out of her mouth, kissing her passionately once it's free. Our tongues mingle for a moment as we make out and are oblivious to her sister still laying bound on my bed. 

"Oh my God," Kim breathes, "I can only imagine that combined with the way you'd snuck in to my house last week," she said. 

"We might have to try that sometime." I say. 

"I know a friend who'd like that as well." 

Have I mentioned that I'm in love with this woman? 

Word eventually got around that I was having sex with both of the girls on a regular basis, which increased my status in the neighborhood. Had we been in high school still, I might've cared. As it was, it was just another day for me. 

And this is where the next girl of my life, Jen, comes in at. 

***



The Conquest Club Files 03



Hunter File # 0003: Jen 

Age: 18 

Height: 5'4" 

Figure/Stats: Slim to Athletic, 30C-26-28 

Hair: Flaming Red, long enough to put in a ponytail 

Eyes: Blue 

Trophy Taken: Blue bikini tops and bottoms 

* 

Hunter File # 0001c: Kim 

Age: 18 

Height: 5'3" 

Figure/Stats: Petite/30B-24-30 

Hair: Light Brown that goes down to her ass. 

Eyes: Blue 

Trophy Taken: Pink gemmed clip-on naval ring. 

* 

I'm listening... intently. 

In the course of history of the group of friends that I've acquired that we affectionately call The Conquest Club, I've felt like Lord Beckett off of Pirates of the Caribbean. I've had girls come up to me and just blurt out what they want from me. Believe me; that gets one's attention pretty quick. Some other times I've had random guys take swings at me because their ex was someone who wound up coming into the club. That gets your attention just as fast. 

It's always so good to know where you stand with people. 

Anyway, Jen was Kim's best friend and it was actually Kim that hooked us up. Jen was working as a lifeguard at the local water park. It was one of those huge themed places with a wave pool, miles of lazy rivers, hidden grottos, waterfalls, slides all over the place, the works. I'd worked there as a lifeguard each summer throughout high school and even a couple of summers afterwards just for the hell of it. This was actually the first summer that I did not put in for a job there. We were rapidly approaching the event of the season that they called the Midnight Swim. On Friday and Saturday right in the middle of summer, the park opened late and stayed open until like two in the morning. As was park policy, they rotated through their staff so that they could actually enjoy one of the nights of swimming instead of having to work both nights. 

So it was Friday night that Kim and I went to the water park at the mid part of summer. Kim was sporting a very sexy white speedo bikini that dipped low in the abdomen area to the point that it almost looked like a thong. I just had on my long swim trunks with a white urban camo pattern. I'd since stopped wearing t-shirts to the water park as Kim loves seeing my muscular chest. Whatever gets her wet and willing... I'm not going to argue. I never thought that I looked that great but I think that I'm alone in that opinion considering the number of girls whose head's I've turned (and even a few bi or homosexual guys. Hey, I don't judge. In fact, I take it as a compliment).  

We find Jen out by the wave pool on one of the lifeguard towers not too long after we arrive. She's sitting down, which is fine since the waves aren't going right now. They usually go half hour on, half hour off. Once they start up, every guard lining the wave pool will be on their feet. "Hey Jen!" Kim calls out when we find her. "When do you go on break?" 

"Hey guys!" Jen calls back, waving at us. Like any good lifeguard, she just gives us a cursory glance before looking back out to the pool. "I'm off for a half hour after this next set, which should be happening anytime soon. Can you meet me over by the First Aid station then?" 

"Yeah, sure!" Kim says before grabbing me by the hand. I let her lead me off to wherever she wants to go but not before I notice Jen giving us, particularly me, another glance. I chide her with a finger wag, point to my eyes, and then point out to the pool. She laughs and waves again but goes about her duties. After seeing her again, I remember Jen from high school and even working here last summer. As I recall, she's a dedicated swimmer just like Kimmy is. I'm glad that she finally got her lifeguarding certification. 

And have I mentioned before that I have a thing for swimmers? 

Kim and I kill time for a half hour, walking about mainly, before we meet with Jen at First Aid. I spend most of the time reminiscing about the place as well as remembering some of the better nooks and crannies of the park that one could get away with a romantic interlude. We're at First Aid first and Jen walks up a few minutes later. Once we all sit down, I look Jen up and down (albeit it in a different light now that she's of legal age). "So, Kim tells me that you're interested in my," I look at Kim, "how'd you put it; services?" 

"Right to the point as always, Gerry?" 

"Why mince words and waste time?" I ask. 

She shrugs and smiles. "Good point. I-I really don't know what to say," she laughs, suddenly shy. "This is all kinda, weird, ya know?" 

"Only the first time." I say with a smile. "Take your time but tell me what you want from me." 

"Well," Jen says, starting to blush. She opens and closes her mouth a few times, embarrassed to be contemplating telling us her deepest, darkest desire. "I've always have had this dream of being abducted and forced to fuck someone, guy or girl... if not both," she admits. "We did this play at school one time in which I played the part of the damsel in distress. I... uh," she turns even redder. "I actually got off on stage from squirming in the chair from being tied up. Our drama teacher thought that it was outstanding method acting as I cried out, supposedly for help." 

As Lord Beckett said: I'm now listening intently. 

Oh, if the drama teacher only knew, I think to myself. I even remember the play in question. Outwardly, I nod while taking mental notes. A plan has already formed in my mind. "Alright, I think that I can pull that fantasy off for you," I tell her with the plan already formulating in my mind. "I do want you to tell your parents that you're going to be home the next day. Tell them that you're going to be spending the night with me and that if they have any problems to either call my cell phone, your cell phone, or my parent's phone." 

"Uhm, okay," Jen says, confused. "Why?" 

"Safety." I tell her. "From what my old man tells me, nothing kills the mood more than having cops bust in on a fetish party." 

"But you're not going to tell me where we're going?" 

"No, because that would ruin the fun and shatter the illusion, wouldn't it?" I ask her with a sly smile. 

She nods at that. "Okay. Anything else I need to know?" I go over her about safety and we come up with a safe word for her to use at any time she wants to back out, otherwise I'm going to be ignoring any kind of protesting she's making. I tell her to join up with Kimmy at her house and to pack an extra bag of clothes for the next day. I then tell her that she and Kim should come to the park with Liz tomorrow night so that they'll have a ride here. Jen agrees to everything and we shake hands and part ways since she needs to get a bite to eat before going back onto her rotation. 

As we're walking away, Kim hugs my arm. "Ohhh, I can't wait for this! Can I come with and watch?" 

I snort at that. "Come with? Honey, you're being abducted along with her. Same ground rules apply to you as I gave her." She squeals with glee at that and squeezes my arm even tighter. 

It's close to closing time when Kim and I decide to call it a night from swimming and chatting Jen up some more. We're dressed and heading back to my car through the parking lot when I accidently bump into someone. I was too busy paying attention to Kim and fantasizing about a real three-way to notice the cluster of guys that were close to where I'd parked at. I mumble out an apology and was about to steer Kim around them when the lead guy gives me a hard shove. 

That gets my head out of the clouds and he now has my complete attention. 

Out of all the fucking people to be there, it had to be Marcus and his goons. I'd say Karma's a bitch or something along those lines but the way that the five of them are imposed between us and my car makes me think that this is not just some random encounter. The fact that I can see bulges in their pants pockets in the shapes of brass knuckles and switchblades confirms my suspicion. 

And Liz was hanging out, no scratch that, Liz was fucking these guys? Where the fuck did I go wrong with her? 

Marcus gives me another shove. I take it as I really don't want to hurt these guys. More so the fact that I have Kim there and I don't want to provoke them into grabbing her. "You don't want to do that, Marcus." I tell him. 

"Yeah? Why the fuck not, asshole?" he snarls, shoving me again. "Word is that you're screwing both of the Caffrey sisters and now you're talking to Jennifer McNabb? Liz fucking broke up with me once you got back and I want to know why!" 

"Did it ever fucking occur to you that she was technically going out with me at the time?" I ask him rhetorically. Deep down I know that it didn't because Marcus has a hard time thinking about what's going to happen an hour from now let alone anything else. "You're in our way, now could you please move so that we can leave?" 

"What if I don't want you to?" Marcus says, shoving me a third time. By this time I have Kimmy behind me just in case. Sure enough, Marcus goes there and brings her up. "Maybe I want to kick your ass and make you watch as I fuck the little sister as well." 

"You. Really. Don't. Want. To do this," I reiterate slowly. I notice that the goons are getting their weapons ready to use. They tried and failed miserably at being subtle. 

Marcus gives me an evil smile. "I'm going to fuck you up to the point that'll blow your chances with the NFL and then fuck your little girl there to the point that she'll be carrying my baby. Whaddya think of that, prick?" 

Ah screw it. I never really liked him anyway. 

When Marcus comes in for push number four, I go into full battle mode. Right as he charges I step back with my right foot, sweep my right arm back and hook it backwards to catch Kim and keep her behind me, shoot my left arm up to both block Marcus' arms and to catch Marcus right in the side of the head. He trips over my left foot as I continue to turn away from him and I do a little pirouette spin to grab Kim and deposit her neatly onto the trunk of a nearby hood. It's a cute little ballet trick that I picked up in class. 

Yeah, that's right, I take ballet in addition to martial arts. Read it and weep. The martial arts helps me stiff arm people on the gridiron (among other uses such as self-discipline) while ballet helps keep me on my feet when there's one ton moving refrigerators trying to pound me into the turf when I have the ball. Get over it. Besides, what straight or bi guy wouldn't want to take ballet? I get to fucking manhandle dainty women during practices as well as lift them up over my head to get a good look up their skirts. Win-Win in my opinion. 

Marcus was now on the ground bleeding out of his nose and so I took two broad steps and kicked him square in the gut. Yeah, I'm sure my sensei would frown at that, but I really didn't want to deal with the rest of his goons either. You keep the leader of the pack down and the pack won't have the balls to do anything nor will they have the collective intelligence to remember that they actually outnumber you. I look at them and decide to pull an Ender's Game on them by maintaining my gaze on them while I stomp down onto Marcus' hand, grinding my heel into it in the process. I cock my head at them and debate which one I'm going to take down next. I arch my eyebrow at them, silently asking them "Who's Next?" 

The goons back off as they suddenly look like they have somewhere else to be. I wait for them to leave before I kneel down next to Marcus, grab a fistful of his hair and pull his head up a bit. "I don't want to have this conversation again, got it?" I don't wait for him to answer as I drop him and walk back over to Kim. 

Kim gives me that 'My Hero' look as she jumps into my arms and tightly hugs me. I kiss her on the forehead and whisper her soothing words to calm her down. I can feel her heart racing against mine. We get in my car and leave. As we're driving back, I can tell that she's still rattled at what went down. "You want to talk about it?" I ask. 

She shakes her head at first and looks out the window. I let her think things over. Eventually she says something and I have to ask her to repeat it as I was lost in my own thoughts. "I said; why is the feeling different?" she asks. "When you and I first hooked up, I was telling you no. I was wanting you to ravish me. But when Marcus threatened it," her voice trails off and she looks down at her lap where she's folding and unfolding her hands in rapid succession. "When he said it; it scared me." 

"He's doing it out of hate, malice, and a pure power trip." I say slowly. "The difference is that when I'm doing it, I have safeguards in place and you always have an out. You'll notice that I always do things in a way so that if you wanted to you could escape and/or tell me to stop what I'm doing. With him, there'd be no such safety net or consent. With me, you'll always have a choice and I'll always do my utmost best to keep you safe from real harm." I take my eyes off the road long enough to meet her gaze. "In our relationship, honey, you have all of the power." 

Despite her reservations and her close call, Kim ultimately decided to go through with our 'date' with Jen. She told me the next morning that she wasn't about to let some schmuck ruin her sex life. I told her that I was proud of her strength but still gave her every opportunity to opt out if she wanted. Liz was furious the moment she heard about it and called Marcus up to tell him that they'd no longer be seeing each other for a very, very long time. The term 'sometime between hell freezing over and the end of the universe' was muttered at one point. I think that her exact last words on the matter were "If I had a choice to be fucked by you again or to be ravished by a horde of gorillas, I'd choose the gorillas over you." 

Seriously; I can't make this shit up. 

Marcus, it turns out, was too afraid of me to press charges. He was found in the parking lot, of course. Someone had come out right after Kim and I had left and Marcus claimed that he'd tripped and hit a rock in the parking lot. Technically true, I guess. But since no other witnesses were coming forward, I was in the clear. Not that I had anything to worry about. I had a witness and could claim self-defense. That, and Marcus would have to admit why he was blocking the way to my car to begin with. The official word is that he fell down drunk. A lot. 

But I digress and I want to get to the good stuff. 

* 

The next night Kim and Jen left Kim's house at about 7:00 pm. I stopped by shortly after making my arrangements for the evening and picked up their bags from Kim's room and placed them in my car along with my bag of goodies. By this time I upgraded to a duffel bag and I had a lot of lovely items in it: nylon ropes, blindfolds, gags, clamps, chains, collars, cuffs, flogger, riding crop, leashes, butt plugs, dildos, some silk sashes of varying colors, spreader bars, a Hitachi magic wand or two, etc. I'd put in a whole day of prep work including reserving one of the most secluded cabins I could find. I was a bit nervous for the upcoming fun as this was going to be my first 'public' abduction. I had something resembling a plan in place along with half a dozen contingency plans in case I needed to improvise. 

It's about 8:00 pm when I get to the water park. Instead of going straight for the main parking lot I go over to one of the smaller auxiliary parking lots around the side. It's one of the service entrances that I know of. It's not completely unheard of for people using this quiet back lot, especially on a full night like tonight. I park in a spot that's just outside the light of one of the spot lamps over by the wall of the small utility building. I wrap a couple of the silk sashes around my wrists to the point that they look like workout wristbands. They're white so that they'll look like they go with my grey t-shirt and camo trunks. Once I'm ready, walk up to the building's door and knock. One of my friends, Allen, who's working the park this summer happens to open it up. "Gerry? What the hell are you doing at this door, man?" 

"Heya Al, can you let me in, bro?" 

"No can do. You're not an employee this year and besides, you gotta pay along with everyone else." 

I hold up my wrist that has my admittance bracelet on it. "I've already paid. I had to run back home for something and someone snagged my parking space." Half true, anyway, in the sense that I came here earlier to get the park pass bracelet just so that I could have plausibility to my story just to see if I can get away with it. "I just want to cut through to get back in to where my girl is at." He's waffling on the idea, so I play my trump card. "Come on, Allen; do you really think that I'm going to tell after I kept quiet for you?" 

"What are you talking about," he said, trying to act all casual but I can tell he's sweating now. "I'm as clean as a baby's bottom. I'm as clean as a preacher's bedsh-" 

"What about the time you blew off the first State Playoff game because you were busy getting a blowjob from your girlfriend at the time, huh?" I say quickly. "I believe that you faked an injury to cover your ass and we barely won that game because of your absence. 'Swollen groin' I believe it was?" 

Allen's eyes go wide and he seems to shrink a little bit. "You knew about that?" he asks. I nod. "Yeah, okay, like I said, come on in. Feel free to use this entrance all you want, bro!" 

"Much obliged." I really hated using that little tidbit but it got me free access to the park now. I come out underneath of some of the water slides which is dark enough for me to haul two bound girls out without anyone seeing. The floodlights of the park make the nighttime shadows really dark in this area not to mention there's a bit of a blind spot as far as lifeguard coverage goes. I'd been telling the owners for years that they had to fix it and lucky me they've still ignored my advice. Now all I have to do is find the girls and get them over here. Just thinking about what I'm going to do to Jen and Kim, along with the thrill of the hunt, is enough to make my cock go hard inside of my trunks. Before going out into the main area of the park, I kick my shoes off and leave them by the corner of the utility building along with my car keys and t-shirt. It's dark enough under here that no one should see them until daybreak. 

I spend a good hour roaming the park, swimming in different pools, going on water slides, and floating down some of the lazy rivers while looking for the girls. It'd look really suspicious if all I did was walk around and be dry as a bone and the last thing I need is someone getting nervous and calling park security to bounce my ass for no reason. So I make it look like I'm there to have fun. Technically true. A little after nine is when I hear them laughing and having a grand old time in one of the grottos. They're in one of the hot tubs that's next to an almost totally enclosed pool that's surrounded by faux rock and waterfalls. People come through here intermittently as its one of many off to the side of the largest lazy river that almost encircles the whole park. 

Perfect. 

Just as I'm about to move, the girls get out of the hot tub and swim out to the lazy river. I swear under my breath as my plan of just walking them out the grotto and along the back fence goes out the proverbial window. Ah, well. I can work with this as the flow of this river will actually go under the water slides over by the utility shed where I'd parked at. 

I give them about thirty seconds to get into the flow before slipping into the river and following them. I'm a decent swimmer myself so I have the lung capacity to sink under the water and keep an eye on them. Thankfully, the chlorine isn't too much for my eyes to handle underwater so I can see their tight little asses in their swimming suits dangling ahead of me. I note that Jen is wearing a blue bikini that shows her body off nicely and Kim was wearing this white, almost sheer, one piece that's a front/back keyhole design; the kind that shows off her naval and the small of her back. 




The Conquest Club Files 03



Every so often as I'm letting the current take me, I have to come up for air. I do so quietly as to not to alert the girls. The crowd at the park is thinning out a bit as the families with little kids start to head out before the 18 plus crowd comes in for the Midnight Swim. My eyes flicker up as we near the water slides and that's when I move. I dive back under and make a couple of strong kicks and pulls, tearing through the water like a silent shark. I come up right behind the girls and grab them both by the back of their necks. "Don't say anything, don't scream, don't make a sound, don't even turn the fuck around," I say in my gruffest whisper possible, "Or else, Keeck," I make a clicking sound like a bone being jarred and jerk their necks slightly. "Get out of the water as soon as we're under the slides and don't make me chase after you, got it?" They both whimper and nod their heads. 

Kim, I'm pretty sure, is play acting when she sniffles. Jen, on the other hand, looks like she's about to hyperventilate as I feel her pulse start to race in her neck. As we float under the slides, I guide them to the side of the river and nudge them up. Both of them scramble up and over the side with me hot on their heels. I manage to snag them both by their necks again before they manage to take a step. Kim, however, is able to turn her head enough to glance at me and I shoot her a wink right before I march them underneath of the slides and put them facedown into the grass. "Don't move," I tell them. 

Jen is in near hysterics now and is probably contemplating shouting out the safe word. When I put them flat on the ground, they're facing each other, so Kim mouths to Jen that it's going to be okay and that it's me. Jen nods shakily and relaxes a little bit. I quickly run over to the corner of the utility building to grab my shoes, shirt, and my car keys; putting my shoes and shirt on as I'm running. I'm back at the girls in a flash. I then start unwrapping the silk scarves from my wrists and put them on the girls. There's four total and they're enough to blindfold them and hogtie them. 

Once I have them secured, I get them to their feet and hustle them out through the utility building. Allen is since long gone, having performed whatever duties he had there at the time. Which is fine by me, I really didn't want to stop and explain this. We make virtually no noise as we cross the short distance between the outer door and my car. There, I fish my keys out of my pocket and open the trunk. Both girls tense up when they hear the trunk door pop. I pick Kim up first and plop her inside. Earlier today in my preparations I'd lined the trunk with blankets and pillows so that it'd be comfortable for them. I roll Kim further back and then pick up the now trembling Jen and put her in right next to Kim. I shut the trunk, slide in behind the wheel and it's away we go! 

The place that I take them is this little cabin resort that my dad recommended for just such an occasion. My parents have had quite the sex, orgy, and BDSM romps here before from what he'd told me (and believe me, he told me a little bit more than I cared to know about his and mom's sex life). It's a little out of the way; about halfway between town and the big city just off of the highway by a lake. 

I'd already reserved, paid for, and stocked one of the cabins. Thankfully, each one is independent and a little bit a ways from the next cabin over with each one being separated by a line of trees, so sound doesn't carry as much. I back up to the front door of the place. 

First I shut the engine off and grab my stuff out of the back seat, deciding to let the girls stew in the trunk a bit. I get the duffel to the room that has two twin beds in it. There I get the cuffs, ropes, gags, spreader bars, and blindfolds ready for each bed. My cock is rock hard by this point and I'm giddy with excitement. Once I have everything laid out, I then go back and grab the girls' bags along with my second bag with my clothes in it and take them to the master bedroom in which has a nice king sized four poster bed. 

I make a mental note to buy one of these beds whenever I get a house of my own just for the sheer value it has in bondage alone. 

Now that I have the place ready, I go back to the car and pop the trunk. Both girls flinch when the trunk door suddenly opens up. I shake my finger, suddenly remembering that I wanted pictures of this, so I go back up to the driver's seat and get my iPhone from where I'd left it, come back around to the trunk, and snap away. I then place it in the pocket of my swim trunks (dry, by the way) before gingerly picking Jen up out of the trunk and tossing her over my shoulder like a sack of potatoes. "Don't worry, sweetie," I say to Kim, reaching down and feeling up one of her breasts through the swimsuit. Kim squeals and squirms under my touch. "I'll be back for you shortly." 

I carry Jen into the cabin and into the twin bed room, tossing her down onto the first bed. I secure her spread eagle to the frame and change her blindfold out from the wet silk one to the more comfortable cloth one. Jen barely has time to blink before she's got the new blindfold on. I then gag her and step back to take more pictures. I then go back for Kim and haul her in over my shoulder. Kim gets secured to the second bed the same way. Now that they're both inside and comfortable, I go back to close the trunk and the front door, locking the latter so that we'll have complete privacy. 

It's such a beautiful scene when I come back into the room; both girls cuffed and tied down to their respective beds, blindfolds on, gags in mouths, chests heaving and nipples perked under their suits in anticipation, and bodies quivering as they wonder what I'm going to do next. Well, for starters I stepped in between the two beds and reached for the crotch of their swimming suits, sliding my hand up and down their covered mounds. There's a sharp intake of breath from them as both of them stiffen up suddenly at my touch. Jen let's out an alarmed squeak while Kim just moans. I press the palm of my hands into them and feel that they're both wet and waiting. 

I continue moving my hand over the smooth fabric covering their pussies, reveling in the feeling and the sounds of them whimpering and moaning. Jen is starting to get into things as she's lifting her hips up to meet my strokes. I pause long enough to shuck my clothes off, getting them to whine in protest behind their gags in the process. I smile as I turn to my bag and grab the scissors and a leather flogger. I start with Jen since she's new to this and was the one who requested this to begin with. She's writhing and straining against her bonds when I approach the bed. She probably heard my footsteps or felt me near her or something. Jen stills when she feels the cold steel of the scissors on her thigh. I slide them up her skin, hook the band of her bikini bottoms, and snip away... first at her left hip and then at her right. 

Jen flips. She starts thrashing something awful the moment I make the second cut. There's muffled screaming from behind her gag that I can't understand. I put my hand on her forehead and tell her to calm down. I put the scissors aside long enough to unbuckle her gag and take it out of her mouth. "You want to say something?" I ask her, going back to my normal tone of voice. 

"P-P-Please sir," she begs me, blubbering, "Please d-don't hurt me," she cries. 

"Have you been talking with your friend over here?" I ask her, trying to confirm if she's into playacting like Kim is. Behind me, Kim moans. I glance back over my shoulder in time to see her trying to rub her thighs together. Jen whimpers, sniffles, and nods. "Well then be a good girl and you won't be hurt." I tell her. I put the gag back in and grab up the scissors. A few snips take off the string of her bikini top at her left shoulder. Jen openly sobs now, but as she has yet to say the safe word, I continue cutting her top off. I cut the right shoulder string and then the string right in between her breasts before I toss the scissors back into the bag. Then I grab up the tattered remains of her swimsuit and pull them off of her. Jen shudders and let out a long gasp as I pull her bikini bottoms. I grabbed it right at the front and pulled upwards so that the rest of it would be dragged along her moistening slit. The cut bikini then became my newest trophy as it joined the scissors in the bag. 

This was the first time I'd ever seen Jennifer naked before. She's definitely a credit to her Scots-Irish heritage in that she has the flaming red hair and pale skin. I notice that instead of completely bare between her legs, she keeps herself neatly trimmed just above her pussy in the form of a small strip of hair. Not able to help myself I run my hand over it, feeling her up. She shudders and gasps again. Her nipples are a nice rosy color that stand out nicely against her complexion. I lean over and take one of her breasts into my mouth, rolling her nipple with my tongue while bringing my hand up to cup the other. Jen lets out a whimpering moan while I molest her. 

As much as I'd like to continue sucking on Jen's luscious tits, I do have Kim to consider. I cut Kim's suit off of her as well and make a mental note that I need to buy her a whole slew of new suits for her for Christmas or something if we're going to continue to do this. My mouth finds its way down to her shaven mound and Kim moans in pleasure when I get to work on it. I pleasure her with my mouth for a moment and then pull back, leaving her wanting for more. 

I grab the leather flogger and swish it in the air over them a couple of times, watching them flinch at the sound. That was just for theatrical effect. But first thing's first; I put the flogger aside and reach into my bag o' tricks for my shaving kit. I shake the can of shaving cream and then liberally spray the white foam all over Jen's pussy. She lets out a squeal as the cold cream hits her privates all of a sudden. Telling her to stay still, I use the razor to shave her bald between the legs and then towel her off. Jen shudders slightly as I lop of the small strip of red hair that she kept there. After she's clean again I use a bit of lotion to ensure that she doesn't suffer some razor burn afterwards. 

Jen moans deeply and spasms in her bonds as I applied the lotion. Curious, I shove my middle finger into her pussy and sure enough it's gripping and releasing. I had barely started with her and she's already in the throes of an orgasm. I can't help but laugh at this but then again this IS the girl who has admitted to getting off on stage in the middle of a performance. "Well, we can't just leave it with you having all the fun, can we?" I say as I start untying her. 

She gives me a questioning squeak as I grab her by the back of the neck and haul her over to Kim's bed. Kim had been listening to everything and was still attempting to rub her thighs together in order to find some release. I'd made sure that her legs had been tied far enough apart in order to deny her pleasure just for what I was about to do. 

I remove Jen's gag and pull her over to Kim's bed. Then, bending her over, I press Jen's face right up against Kim's mound. "Get your friend off!" I command her. 

"No, please don't," Jen gasps, fumbling her hands around on the bed in an effort to avoid touching Kimmy. "Don't make me, please." Heh... the code phrase for; yes, please, make me do this according to what I'd told you yesterday. Hey, no safe word means I continue doing what I'm doing. I smack her on the ass with one hand and shove her head down again. Jen's doing a good job at fighting it now that she found a couple of spots on the mattress that's not occupied by my girlfriend. She really is getting into the moment. So I go to plan B. 

Plan B entails leather cuffs. The bag is close enough that I scoot it over with my foot so that I can keep one hand on the back of her neck and fetch the cuffs with the other. I pull out a pair and cuff Jen's hands behind her back. The suddenness of it sends Jen's torso down as I cuff her, right onto Kim's flat belly. Her breasts press into Kim's flesh. Kim actually squirms a bit and I can tell that she's uncomfortable. It's probably a first for her in experimentation as well. So let's run with it. 

I keep Jen in place for the time being and remove Kim's gag. That way, should she want to back out of what I'm about to do, she can say something. That, and I really want to see her and Jen make out. I grab Jen and yank her up to Kim's face, placing them lip to lip. "Kiss," my hard voice comes out. 

Both of them whimper at that command and they both hesitate. I spank Jen again and that spurs her on. She goes all out too; French kissing Kim passionately while giving out an equally lustful groan. Kim resists, then melts into the kiss, meeting Jen with equal amount of fervor. 

Damn, I am so fucking hard right now I can hardly stand it. I've managed to keep my raging hard-on off of Jen to this point but I can't resist anymore. I pull the two forced lovers away long enough to reposition Jen. I put her up on top of Kim so that their breasts are pressing together and their pussies are lightly touching. Jen even grinds down into her a bit before I hike her up onto her knees. I spread her newly shaved pink pussy open and drive into her without much fanfare. 

"AHHHH!" Jen cries out, taken completely off guard by my cock suddenly impaling her. When she arches back, I reach up and grab a fistful of her lovely red hair. I pull her up far enough so that when I thrust into her, her lovely round C Cups graze across Kim's modest Bs. I reach under and give one a good squeeze, feeling up her hard nipple in the process. I then flip my hand around to feel up Kim's tit. I find her hard nipple easily. This, and the fact that they both are moaning passionately at this point, tells me that they're really getting into this. 

As much as I'm proud of my stamina and staying power, I was weak willed this night. In my defense I had been more or less hard since I started swimming behind them back at the water park. The entire drive out here had been thinking about this event while listening to the two of them moan, squeal, whine, and write in the trunk of my car. So I think that I can be forgiven for being a minuteman just this once. In retrospect, I think that I got in a couple of good, hard thrusts into Jen's tight pussy before I blew. 

"God," I breathe, arching my own back as I drive my hips into Jen's ass. Jen flips out as she feels my hot cum shoot deep into her. She puts up the act of crying, protesting, and talking about getting pregnant. Jen's on the pill, for the record. Trust me; I checked beforehand. Frankly, I don't remember much of what she said exactly but I do remember that her string of blubbering did not include her safe word so I keep my cock embedded inside of her as it continued to pump and throb. 

Once I was done I pulled out of her. I got up off the bed and I was amazed that my cock was still pretty stiff. I moved up to the head of the bed and grabbed them both by the hair. Jerking their heads around so that they were pressed together cheek-to-cheek facing me, I put the head of my cock right up against their lips. "Start cleaning it with your mouth, ladies." I tell them. 

They were almost as one mind when they followed that command. Jen pulled back a bit and Kim pressed her head back into the pillow slightly and they allowed my cock in between their pretty little mouths. Let me tell you this; having two mouths on your cock at once is a sensation that I recommend to any man. Pure bliss. 

As they worked in silent tandem on my cock it got harder than ever before. I didn't think such a thing was possible but they turned out to be two little experts in oral sex. Before I get too far into this, I pull away from them briefly to their dismay. I push Jen's head back down towards Kimmy and she gets the idea by going back to making out with her. Turning to my bag, I rummage through it for a couple of collars and leashes as well as another pair of cuffs. 

Jen lets out a pretty convincing whine when I collar her first. Kim cocks her head, wondering what I'm up to and gets the answer a moment later when I collar her next. I snap the leashes into place and leave them there long enough to untie Kim. Then I put the leather cuffs on her wrists and secure them together behind her neck attached to the collar. Then I help Jen up off of Kim and out of the bed, directing her to stand still. Then I get Kim up. 

They make quite the lovely pair; Jen standing there submissively with arms down and secured behind her back and Kim standing there just as submissive with arms up and behind her neck. I get my phone and take another couple of pics before leading them by the leash into the master bedroom. 

We go to the four-poster king sized bed where I help them up onto it so they don't trip in their blindness before sitting on it myself. First I have Jen lay down onto the bed. Then I pull Kim up to have her straddle her face. Then I move in behind her and enter her. "Mmmmm," I moan as her wet pussy slides easily over my cock, filling her up. She flexes her kegels and gives me a squeeze as she settles. I give her a playful swat on the ass. Then I pull on Jen's leash to get her attention. "Lick your friend out," I tell her. 

Jen whimpers but does as she's told. Not much she can do being trapped underneath of Kim. Kim shudders a bit in anticipation; more new ground for her. Then she's arching back into me as Jen's tongue finds her clit. My hands snakes around Kim's body; one hand going up to wrap gently over her neck and the other coming around to squeeze her petite breast. She lets out a deep groan and turns her head toward mine. I kiss her passionately while Jen works up to a good rhythm on her pussy and the base of my cock. 

Kimmy is then rocking her hips back and forth just a bit in order to thrust back against me while dragging her clit across Jen's tongue. "Oooooh!" she growls. Her earlier shuddering turns into violent trembling as the orgasm tears through her hard. I actually have to grab her around the chest to hold her steady so she doesn't topple over the side of the bed. 

Once she's recovered enough, I push Kim forward and tell her to start licking Jen out. At the same time I undo her cuffs so that she can rest down on all fours. She gives me a bit of play resistance and I swat her ass and push her head down into Jen's freshly shaved pussy. Seconds later I hear Kim licking and Jen moaning. I order Jen to transfer her oral work over to me and I feel her mouth on my balls a moment later. Oh yeah, that feels good with Jen's mouth over my sack and my cock buried into Kim. 

"MMPH!" I hear Jen cry out underneath of me after a while. I look down and she's shaking uncontrollably. I was so in the moment that I didn't notice until now that Kim had wrapped her arms around Jen's thighs and was really working her friend over with her mouth. From my angle it looked like Kim's mouth was clamped firmly over Jen's mound and I could only guess that Kim's tongue was working overtime over Jen's clit. At any rate, it was doing the job as Jen was now thrashing around in the throes of ecstasy to the point that she (thankfully) pulled her mouth away from my balls long enough to let out a shrill squeal through gritted teeth as she came. Then her body went limp as she lay underneath of Kimmy and I, exhausted. 

I give Kim a couple of good, hard thrusts and blow my load into her. As I cum, I dig my hands into her supple flesh and let out a long groan of my own. Once I'm finished, I uncuff the girls and we all fall asleep curled up on the bed with one another. 

* 

The next morning I'm in total Master mode with them. When we wake up I take the leather cuffs off of them but leave their collars on before I herd them into the spacious master bathroom. This place is fucking awesome and when I get a place of my own I want a bathroom like this. It's got rock walls to make it look like it's the inside of a grotto. There's a lit hot tub/bath over in one corner that looks like its big enough to hold at least six people in it at once and it has a fireplace right behind it. The showers are in the next corner over and have polished stone benches and faucets in the ceiling that pour down like a waterfall when you turn it on. 




The Conquest Club Files 03



After we take care of those pesky morning bodily functions, I get the water going in the shower and playfully push the girls in. They squeal at the sudden splash of cool water and I watch as their nipples go immediately hard. They get over the cold soon enough as the water gets warmer. I get the bathing supplies out of a niche in the wall and sit down on the bench before directing them to stand on either side of me. "Hands up behind your necks," I tell them as I get a luffa out and start putting a generous amount of bath soap into it. They do as I order. I guide them closer to me and tell them to focus on the wall in front of them. 

Once I have them in position I clean them up. I start with Jen since this, after all, her party. Her lip is trembling as my hands and luffa work over her body. I lather her up, and then put the luffa aside as I then run my hands all up and down her slick wet body to rinse her off. I take extra care in her breasts, waist, hips, thighs, and pussy, reveling in the whimpers and moans that she lets out. 

Then I move over to Kimmy, who play acts just as well as Jen does if not more. She even lets out a whimpering "P-Please, sir, don't..." as I wash her. I had my hands and the luffa going between her legs when she says this. 

I drop the luffa and reach up to hook a finger in her collar, pulling her head down to me. "I will do as I please, slave," I tell her in a menacing voice. I give her a light slap across the cheek to turn her head and her cheeks flush in shame. Then I proceed to rinse her off but this time I take extra time in sliding my finger up into her tightness and fucking her hard with it. 

But I don't stop there. I then bend her over my lap so that I can have easy access to her ass. With one hand, I fuck her pussy with my fingers. My fingers on my free hand invade her ass. Kimmy closes her eyes and cry out as I finger-fuck her up both holes. Jen, in the meantime, is keeping her face straight ahead but is looking down at us with wide eyes. 

"AUGH!" Kim cries out as I rapidly bring her to climax. Her legs give out underneath of her and she falls down onto my lap in a trembling, squirming mass of flesh. The orgasm was so intense for her that she's actually crying in my arms as I hold her in place. 

I give her a moment to recover before pulling her all the way up into my lap to hold her for a moment. "You okay?" I whisper into her ear, breaking character long enough to make sure she's alright. 

"Mmmm-Hmmm," she moans in the affirmative. "That was amazing... J-Just keep doing what you're doing," she mews, her body still trembling. 

After another few moments to let her regain her composure, I go back into character. "Back up, slave." I tell her, giving her a tiny push. Kim gets back into position and resumes her submissive stance. 

As much as I'd love to fuck them both right here and now but I know that we all have got to be hungry. So I turn the water off, towel them dry before drying off myself, and then I lead them into the kitchen/dining room. I put them on their knees in the dining room on either side of the chair at the head of the table before heading to the kitchen to grab a plate of fruit, crackers, and cheeses. I then sit in the chair between them and hand feed them like little human pets. Both revel in the sensation of being owned by me. 

After we're done eating (and by this time my cock is so rock hard that it hurts), I lead them back to the master bedroom. I stand them up at the foot of the bed while I go through my bag-o-tricks. I've recently purchased a couple of spreader and restraining bars that have piqued my interest. One in particular, is a rod sticking up out of the center of a heavy metal base roughly 2 feet squared. I place this on the floor to one side of the bed. Then I fish out a second rod, this one with a dildo attached the end, and a few pairs of handcuffs. I then grab Kimmy, put the throat dildo gag in her mouth, shove a butt plug up her ass, and then lead her over to the metal plate. 

I place Kim standing on the plate with her pussy centered over the rod. I slap one set of cuffs onto an ankle and then attach the free end to the rod. I do the same with her other ankle. I then use the third pair to handcuff her hands behind her back. Then I take the dildo rod and attach it to the rod on the plate. This puts the dildo just a couple of inches away from her moist slit. "Up on your tip toes," I order her. 

Kimmy has been looking at me with interest, no doubt wondering what the hell I'm up to. She raises up as I told her and I push a button on the side of the lower bar to raise it up a few notches. Kim gets the idea when the dildo starts nudging her pussy. I reach up to part her labia and raise the rod up another couple of notches. Now that it's inside of her, I can take my hands off of her and get the rod up even more. Once it's high enough, I tell Kimmy to go back down to the flat of her feet. 

"Ahhh!" she gasps. Kim now gets her predicament. I've effectively immobilized her in a standing position. There is no way she can raise herself up and off of the dildo. She's breathing heavily as every time she tries to make minute adjustments, the dildo moves ever so slightly inside of her. When she either bends her knees slightly or stands fully upright, she's fucking herself just a little with the dildo. However, there's not that much friction against her clit (if any at all) so at the same time she's being denied a bit of pleasure. She's filled up in every single hole and there's not much she can do about it. 

So she can't move that much and she can't get herself off. By the time I get back to her she'll be so ready to cum that I figure all I have to do is touch her in order to get her off. We'll see. 

Then, just to be especially cruel, I put a blindfold on her so she can only hear what's going on. 

With Kim taken care of, I move my attention back over to Jen. She was unable to help herself and was watching me get Kim into position on the upright rod. Now her eyes go wide as she wonders what the hell I'm going to do with her. I get out a pair of black panties that have a butt plug and a dildo sticking up, a leash, another dildo throat gag, another pair of handcuffs, a blindfold, and some black silk slip on shoes. The array of accessories gets her heart rate going as she really wondering what I have in store for her. 

First I have her step into the panties and I work both phalluses up into her. She squirms and protests but I get them into her. I give her a light slap on the cheek like I did with Kimmy in the shower. She turns her head, blushes, cries, and whimpers but still has yet to say a safe word so I continue on. Next I have her kneel before me. I grab her head and shove my cock into her mouth. She lets out a muffled protest but stats sucking me off when I order her to. 

Over on the metal rod, Kimmy shifts a bit as she's listening to all of this. I smile as I see the flush of her chest and the puckering up of her nipples. Patience, my dear. You'll like what I have planned for you once I'm done with Jen here. 

I face fuck Jen while watching Kim. The sight of Kimmy like that just drives me crazy to the point that I blow. I pull Jen's head forward and shove my hips towards her, driving my cock all the way down her throat as far as I can get it. She lets out a cry of alarm around my cock and her eyes water as she fights her gag reflex while my seed spills down her throat. Eventually she manages to start swallowing as she gets her mouth under control. Soon she's guzzling my cum like a pro. 

Once my cock goes limp, I pull out of here. Now here's the primary reason I did that to her, other than to get off real quick; in the space of minutes I managed to condition her throat enough for the deep-throat dildo gag. I put that up to her at eye level so she can see it before I slide it past her lips and into her mouth. Since she was able to get my cock with relatively little problem, she was able to take this easily. I latch it into place behind her head. 

Next comes the handcuffs, which I cuff her wrists behind her back. Then I put the silk shoes on her and stand her up. She shifts a bit as she's getting used to being triple penetrated. I then put the blindfold on her and latch the leash onto her collar. "Follow," I tell her with a tug. Then a bit louder for Kim's benefit I add; "We're going for a short walk outside." 

Kim's head cocks quizzically as I lead Jen out of the bedroom. She shuffles back and forth impotently on the metal rod, unable to do anything more than just stand there. I keep quiet and watch Kim for a moment to make sure that she's not going to topple over. When just finally slumps her body in a way that I know she's just pouting, I then leave the room with Jen. 

I lead Jen right out of the front door and into nature, pausing just long enough to get my shoes on and nothing else. The property is surrounded by trees in their full summer glory. It's a typical Indiana summer in which it's sunny, warm, and no breeze. Behind me as I walk, Jen is whimpering a lot to the point that she's crying with shame. I hold a moment, listening for a safe word. I hear none, not even in muffled form, and so I continue on. 

We walk around the rental property for about ten minutes. It's enough to get Jen turned around to the point that she has no clue where we're at. Every so often I stop by a tree that's near the cabin, next to one of the windows that's in the master bedroom in fact, for me give Jen a nice spanking. I swat her ass hard enough to get her to squeal loud enough for Kim to hear us inside before moving on. That way Kim at least knows that we're close and that we haven't left or anything. But in Jen's mind, we could be out in the middle of the woods for all she knows. 

After the last lap around the cabin, I'm getting hard again from watching Jen walk with those dildos inside of her and from molesting her every time we stop. This last stop by the tree outside the bedroom I have Jen pressed back up against the tree and I'm feasting on her tits while dry humping her panties. She's moaning passionately in my arms as I have my way with her. I can tell that she's primed and ready to cum. I'm ready to get off myself so I lead her back into the cabin and into the master bedroom. "We're back," I announce to Kim who looks like she's ready to pop as well. 

I roll Jen onto the bed and yank the dildo panties off of her. She lets out a guttural groan at her pussy and ass being suddenly vacant. I don't leave her wanting for long as I then shove a jeweled butt plug up her ass to keep her company. I move to the other side of the bed and Kim is painfully aware of my presence there. I kiss her lightly on the back of the neck as I take her blindfold off. She looks around, blinking, as her eyes readjust. They then fall onto Jen's naked form on the bed. 

Now I crawl up onto the bed and mount Jen. Making eye contact with Kim, I shove my cock down into her friend. Jen arches her back and squeals as my cock invades her body. I lay down on her and bring my hands up to cup her full tits as I fuck her. My thumbs stroke her hard nipples in time to my thrusts into her. Soon I feel her pussy squeeze my cock as she orgasms hard. I let out a grunt as I can't contain myself anymore and my cock throbs endlessly insider of her, filling her up with my seed. 

When we are done, Kim is looking pitiful standing there. Not to worry, my dear, it's your turn again. I get Jen up into a kneeling position and leave her there as I go and fetch her dildo panties again. I get those back on (and in) her before I go for another toy; a strap on. I get this on over Jen's panties. She bounces a bit, wondering what the hell I just put on her. 

I move over to Kimmy where I press the button at the base of the rod to lower it. Once the dildo is out of her, I guide her over to the bed and place her on all fours in front of Jen, positioning the head of the strap on right inside of her pussy. Kim lets out a whimper as she then sees me out of the corner of my eye grab the flogger. She tenses, thinking I'm going to use it on her, but then her eyes go wide when I aim for Jen's ass. 

The leather straps of the flogger catch Jen just right. She screams behind her own gag and jerks her hips forward. She winds up impaling Kimmy with her sudden thrust and gets the idea of what happened when her hips meet Kim's ass. Kimmy howls with a mixture of pain and pleasure at the hard thrust into her. I flog Jen's ass again and again until I get her going on a good rhythm. 

Kim buries her face into the nearest pillow and wails at the top of her lungs, which is impressive considering the gag down her throat. I see her body start to shake, especially in the arms and legs as she strains to retain her position. I stop whipping Jen and she slumps a bit. The flare of her nostrils and the heaving of her chest tell me that she's breathing heavier than normal. I ease the gag out of her and she doubles over in a coughing fit. I then do the same with Kim. Then I gingerly take the bindings off of them and lay them out on the bed. 

I think that now is a good time for a break and I tell them such. 

I give them a few moments to catch their breath and then I get them on their feet and direct them towards the bathroom where I get them into the tub, both of them let out sighs of relief as their bodies get immersed into the warm water. They're then humming contently when I get the whirlpool jets going. 

When I get into the tub with them I give my attention to Kimmy first. Two reasons; First, she was standing the longest on that extended pole for nearly a half hour and I'm sure her legs are protesting. Two; she is my girlfriend. Under the water my hands work on her legs; kneading and massaging them. She leans her head back onto the side of the tub as I rub her down. I tease her pussy a bit and she playfully splashes me with water. 

I move over to Jen and motion for her to get halfway up out of the tub. She gives me a quizzical glance but does it anyway. Jen moans with pleasure as I grab a bottle of lotion and run it over the back of her thighs and her reddened ass. "Oh God," she groans as I work the lotion into her skin. When I'm done she sinks back into the water to relax. 

As do I. I take up a seat next to Kim and drape my arm over her shoulders. She snuggles up against me and we all luxuriate in the bubbling water for some time. Eventually we start making idle chat. Jen is loving the weekend so far as is Kim. Both love what I'm doing to them and want me to continue and even give me ideas of what we all can do for both the weekend and when we get back home. 

Jen then moves over to us and asks Kim straight up if she can fuck me right then and there. "Of course, hon," Kim smiles, motioning towards me. Jen smiles at us both. Under the water her hands find my cock and she quickly strokes me to hardness. Then she moves onto my lap and lowers herself down onto my hardness. 

We both gasp and my hands rest onto her thighs. Jen places her hands on my shoulders and she starts to ride me at a decent cadence. Kim gets in on the action by running her hands up Jen's front while moving in to kiss her on the cheek. Jen twists her head to the side and the two of them lock lips. Jen grabs Kimmy's hand and moves it up to her breast. Kim squeezes it and plays with her nipple. The sight of those two making out while Jen is fucking me is too much. I come so hard that it hurts as Jen is getting me just right for her cervix to graze the underside of my cock's head to get that little sensitive spot underneath. I nearly buck her off of me but she manages to ride me like a true cowgirl, holding on until she's getting off as well. 

Jen breathes one final sigh of relief and melts against my chest. I hold her there with one arm and pull Kimmy in close with my other arm. The three of us just sit there for who knows how long until we get hungry enough to get some lunch. 

The rest of the weekend went much like that. In the afternoon Jen took her place on the standing bar while I took Kim out for a walk. At night, we spent much of our time either in the hot tub or in the shower simply exploring each other's bodies and experimenting to find out what each liked and didn't like. 

On Sunday, it was time to check out. To give the girls one last thrill I put them both in a set of dildo panties and sat them in the back seat. I then blindfolded them, gagged them, and tied their wrists together behind their backs before sitting them in the back seat of the car... totally naked. There wasn't much to do about checking out except get all of our stuff, call the park tenant to say I was leaving, and then lock the doors. I'd already prepaid for the weekend so I didn't have to stop at the house on the way out. I just drove on past. 

During the drive home the girls sat in the back moaning and writhing as the dildos worked inside of them. I made sure to hit every bump and crevice I could find in the road. Judging by the squeals, screams, and groans, I think that they both got off at least two or three times a piece before we pulled into my garage back home. Once there I got them out, clothed them and sent them on their way. It was actually funny watching them try and regain their legs as they were both walking a bit bowlegged down my driveway. 

And thus began a beautiful chapter in my relationship with Kim as it turns out we wound up gaining a ready and willing sex slave out of the deal in the form of Jen who was all too eager to be at our sexual beck and call whenever we wanted her.



The Conquest Club Files 04



Hunter File # 0004a: Sofia 

Age: 35 

Height: 5'6" 

Figure/Stats: Average to Curvy sized MILF, 34C-26-34 

Hair: Dirty Blonde, short cut. 

Eyes: Green 

Trophy Taken: maroon lace low cut camisole with matching panties 

* 

About a month before it was time for Kim and I to head off for college for the fall semester was when I'd had my first housewife. It was also the time that I realized that I started needing some kind of legal protection just in case something went wrong during a 'session'. By this time my reputation had spread around the entire neighborhood in more ways than one. 

It was also known to all that I was a college football star and that the NFL was starting to send its feelers out in my direction (a complete surprise to me to be honest but everyone just nodded as if there were any doubt), It was known to many that I could and would defend people that I loved (as was the case with Marcus who still wouldn't admit that I beat his ass to a bloody pulp...but people could put two and two together), and it was known to a lot that I was now officially a sexual god. 

So I got approached by one of my neighbors (through Kim... again. I'm starting to think that she's pimping me out or something) one day when I was out mowing the lawn. It was Mr. L who lives a couple of houses down. "Hey Gerry! Can I talk to you for a minute?" he asks as he walks up. 

I shut off the lawnmower, wipe my brow, and check my watch. It's just a little after noon and I still had more work to do, but I had time for a quick break. "Yeah, sure, I could use some water anyway." I tell him and motion him up to the porch. I take a seat on one of the chairs, grab my water bottle, and take a long drink. "So what's up Mr. L?" 

"Well, Sofia's birthday is coming up soon and one night she told me that she wanted to role play one of her fantasies," he says, getting right to the point. I arch my eyebrow at him, and give him a strange look in surprise at his forthrightness. He puts his hands up to calm me down. "I've heard about some of your exploits ever since you broke up with Elizabeth Caffrey and that's what I wanted to talk to you about." 

"I swear to God that gossip in this town travels faster than the speed of fucking light," I grumble. 

Mr. L laughs at that. "Yeah, well you're putting a lot of us guys to shame as a bunch of our wives are coming out and telling us their deepest darkest desires. Believe me, we owe you a big round of thanks for either kick-starting or restarting a bunch of our sex lives. Anyway, Sofia wants me to do a home invasion scenario where I go all out on her and even make her think that it's someone other than me who's fucking her. She's even hinted that she wouldn't mind if I'd found a friend to bring around to either do the job with me or do the job for me." 

"I'm hearing a big 'but' in all of this," I quip. 

He nods. "I'm not into doing the role of the predator," he admits. "However, I do find the prospect of watching her get ravished, without a condom, by someone else exciting." I must've looked uneasy at the prospect when he held up his hands again to calm me down. "She's on the pill and we're both clean. Anyway, I told her that I'd look into it and we've been having the best sex of our lives because she's been giddy with the idea of me doing this to her on her birthday. So that's where you come in at." 

"You want me to break in and fuck her in full view of you?" I ask. "Do you want me to tie you up to complete the home invasion look?" 

He gives me a wan smile. "I was hoping for more of a behind the scenes view for this first one. If this goes over well for both of us, I could see us giving you and open invitation to do this whenever you're in town."  

I take another long drink of water while I mull it over in my head. Hell, I already know that I want to do this. I'm getting hard just thinking about taking Mrs. L in her own home while her husband watches. "Let me think it over and talk to Kimmy about it first." I tell him at last. "I'll give you an answer tomorrow." 

Mr. L grabs my hand and shakes it furiously. "Thank you Gerry, trust me when I say that both of us are looking forward to your visit on her birthday." 

I tell Kim about Mr. L's proposition that night in bed. "I was wondering when he was going to summon up enough courage to ask you," she replied. Shit. Does everyone in this town know more than me? "I think that you should do it," Kim said, "Besides, they live right across the street from Jen. We were going to setup our telescopes to watch you while we had a back-to-school slumber party." 

"Should I be charging pay-per-view?" I grin. She and Jen have been quite the little side item ever since that night I'd abducted both of them from the water park and forced them to do some lesbian play together. Who knew that would've unlocked their inner Bi? I had no problem with them sleeping together since I was still fucking both Liz and Jen off and on during the summer. Kim giggles as she snuggles up to me for the night. 

The next day I walk over to Mr. L's house and give him the form that I had made up earlier with dad's help. Thank God my old man's a lawyer now. "What's this?" Mr. L asks when he takes the two sheets of paper. 

"A form that releases me from all liability during this little fantasy of yours and Mrs. L; one for you and one for me," I tell him. "Since we're making these arrangements for me to jump your wife, and in order to promote a realistic situation her and I are not meeting before hand, I want to make sure that we're all covered and that we're all in agreement here. There is a safe word on here that I want you to make sure that she knows just in case." 

Mr. L looks over the form, mumbling to himself as he reads the conditions, "you agree not to do anything that would do lasting physical harm, up to but not limited to breaking bones, permanent injuries, cuts, abrasions, or anything else that would leave a permanent physical mark or scar... yap, yap, yap... We take it upon ourselves to attest to, or certify, clean bills of health and proper pregnancy prevention. Should pregnancy prevention be waived, the undersigned assumes all responsibilities..." his voice trails off and he looks at me quizzically. 

"You told me that she's on birth control pills, Mr. L. In the event that she misses a dose and becomes fertile, you're not going to come hit me up for child support should I accidentally knock her up though all of this." I explain. "Unless you want me to intentionally knock her up?" He doesn't say anything so I then point further down the paper. "Here, we all attest that we are STD free and can provide medical records to that regard. In the event that one of us gives an STD to the other, we assume the costs of treatment." 

"And you can provide such records?" Mr. L asks, surprised. I hold up a stapled pack of papers and hand them to him. I was able to get into the clinic yesterday afternoon to get checked in a hurry. Mr. L lets out a low whistle. "Wow, it looks like you thought this through pretty well." 

"It doesn't hurt to cover your ass in a situation like this." 

"So you'll do it then?" 

"Sure, so long as you both sign both copies and agree to the terms." He eagerly does so. Apparently the thought of watching his wife get ravished is a turn on for him. Eh, to each their own. He gives me my copy and I fold and stuff it into my back pocket. "So can I see the inside of your house then?" 

"Absolutely. So where do you want to do this at?" he asks, leading me inside. 

"Either here in the living room or upstairs in the master bedroom." I tell him as I look around. Their living room is nicely decorated but has plenty of space along with large windows that one could see through easily. I look out them across the street to Jen's house, gauging which room they'd have a better view into. Here in the living room, Mr. L could easily hide in one of the coat closets to watch. The master bedroom upstairs, when Mr. L shows it to me, is positioned right about the living room and actually has large pane bay windows to look out onto the street. The king sized bed is off to the left and the door to the master bathroom is off to the right. Next to that doorway are the double doors to the walk-in closet; its one of those doors that fold open and has those little white slats with the gaps between them. It's another perfect hiding spot for Mr. L. 

As he's showing me around, I walk him through my intended plan. I'll come by this coming Friday on Mrs. L's, I guess I should start calling her Sofia at this point, birthday around nightfall. Should things progress rapidly, in other words if Sofia is getting horny and ready to fuck before I get there, then Mr. L is to send her upstairs to get changed while he calls me to get my ass over there. In either scenario, I'm going to direct him into hiding and then pounce on his wife. He's already told me that they're going to unplug all of their phones so no one will 'disturb' them on accident. I tell him that that's fine since it is, after all, his party. 

The week goes by and I'm getting all the sex that I want from Kim and Jen, who are absolutely beside themselves in anticipation. We meet over at Jen's house the night of and we're up in Jen's room talking and waiting. They already have their seats ready with the telescopes set up so that they can watch. I'd advised them that they should close the blinds a bit so that the neighbors don't get too suspicious. They giggle and practically tackle me to the point that I have to fend them off. "I told you two not today. I'm saving up for Mrs. L, remember?" 

"But we're horny, honey," Kim whines. 

"So fuck each other then," I tell her. "I don't mind. Hell, I'll even watch until it's time." 

Kim and Jen squeal as they kneel on Jen's bed facing each other. Their arms are around each other at once and they're making out like there is no tomorrow. I get hard at the sight of them kissing. Clothes start flying off after that. Pretty soon, Kimmy has Jen flat on her back (who has her head resting back on my lap no less) and is between her legs eating her out. My cock bulges inside my pants, pressing against the back of Jen's head. She smiles up at me and reaches behind her head to grope me. "Need something taken care of?" 

"Mrs. L will be doing that for me." I say. She reaches up and pulls my head down to her to kiss me full on the lips. I can't resist the urge to feel her breasts up while I'm at it. 

And then the phone rings. Fucking Eh. 

I grab it and growl at the caller. "Yes?" 

It's Mr. L. "Gerry? I hope that you're ready and can be over here like five minutes ago." I wiggle out from under Jen's head to look through one of the telescopes. Mr. L is pacing back and forth downstairs. I move the telescope a bit to look at the top floor and I see Mrs. L... Sofia... stripping out of her shirt and jeans in the master bedroom like she's a stage actress in between scenes. Mr. L is gassing on. "She's changing into her lingerie and she's a fast changer when she's horny. Get over here; now!" 

"I'm actually across the street at a friend's house." I tell him. A friend who's now arching her back on the bed and moaning deeply while Kim tongue fucks her I might add. "I'll be there in under a minute." I hang up and grab my duffel bag on my way out the door. "Later girls, it's show time!" They squeal and clap their hands, jumping off of the bed and making themselves comfortable on the ad hoc lounge chairs they'd made out of bean bag chairs and pillows. The last thing I see before I'm out the door are their hands crossing the space between them to shoot down between each other's legs. 

I dash down the stairs and out the front door, thankful that Jen's parents are out for the night. Dusk has fallen and I'm across the street before anyone can see me. I slow right at the door to Mr. L's house and open the door quietly. Mr. L is in the living room and sees me when I enter. He comes over and starts to say something but I put my finger to my lips to keep him quiet. I lock the door behind me and kick off my shoes. I then put the duffel bag on the floor to fish out my ski mask and put it on. I then hoist the duffel over my shoulder and head up the stairs with Mr. L hot on my heels. 

We pause at the door to the master bedroom. I take a quick glance in and see Sofia in the process of hiking some lace panties up her legs. She does a little hip and butt wiggle to get them on just right. "I hope that you're not coming in already, dear," Sofia calls out. Shit, she must've heard us coming up the stairs. I pull back and flatten Mr. L to the wall behind me right as she turns. I look at Mr. L and softly whisper "Wait for my signal, then sneak into your closet." He nods and gives me a thumbs-up with a big smile. He must be loving all of this cloak-and-dagger stuff. 

I drop the duffle to one side of the doorway as I spin into the room. Sofia's back is still to the door when I come in. She's in the process of lighting some mood candles on one of the dressers. I'm on her in three broad steps across the carpet. I wrap one arm around her torso and another up around her neck, clamping her mouth with my hand. 

"Tom, stop it! Not yet!" she screams behind my hand. I ignore her and duck walk her to the bed and shove her face down into a pillow. Her arms flail behind her, grabbing at me while I push her even further down to keep her from seeing her husband. Speaking of which, I snap my fingers towards the door and point to the closet. Mr. L, aka 'Tom', is in the closet with the doors closed faster than I would've given him credit for. I see him tweak one of the slats in the door open so that he can watch. 

Sofia finally figures out that it's easier to push down on the bed rather than try to claw at me. She manages to get to her feet, mainly because I let the pressure off of the back of her head. I want her to get up. She spins on me with a face full of fury. "Goddammit Tom, I said not yet! I wasn't ready!" It then dawns on her that she's not talking to a costumed version of her husband. "Who are you?" 

"Not Tom," I growl at her in a somewhat menacing voice. I'd like to think that it came out more like Batman. I was later told that she'd thought I was some deranged lunatic. Ah well. 

"What have you done with him?" She demands. 

"I've stashed him in a closet." Technically true. 

Sofia looks around wide eyed with fear. "Tom?" she asks in a tiny voice. 

"Ah, Ah, Ahhh!" I hold up a finger in warning and I get her attention back on me. I take two fingers and point to my eyes. "Eyes on me, Sofia. Tom's not with us anymore." I open my arms and give her a half shrug, "He's...left the building." I give her an evil smile. Yeah, I've watched way too much Burn Notice in my time. Sue me. 

Sam Axe is my hero. 

Anyway. I make a show of looking her up and down. She's in this lacy maroon lingerie that shows off her figure nicely. I can see matching panties underneath of the very short skirt to the top. Her breasts stand tall and proud for a woman pushing middle age and I can make out the brownish buds of her nipples under the lace. Very nice. I reach up and run the back of my hand down the side of her face all the way down to one of her breasts where she bats my hand away. "What do you want?" she demands. 

I would think that would be obvious, Sofia," I say casually, walking back to the windows and making a show of looking out to see if anyone is watching. Of course I know that Kim and Jen are watching through the telescopes across the street, but I make no movements that would give that away. "I am going to tie you up, probably put you on the bed, and fuck you repeatedly tonight," I tell her walking over to the door out to the hallway. I close it and pick up my duffel bag, moving it to the center of the room where I drop it. 

"My husband," Sofia starts to say. 

I cut her off. "Your husband is not here. I told you; I have him stashed in a closet. He will not be joining us. So you are all alone. There is no one to help you." I jerk my head upwards at her. "Say it." 

Sofia swallows hard and I see a tear roll out of her eye and down her cheek. "There's no one here to help me," she says hollowly, "I-I'm all alone." Yeah, I'm a fan of Firefly as well... what part of sci-fi geek did we miss earlier? I'm also a big fan of the character of Jubal Early. A TV show gains a ton of popularity and Fox just cuts them before the first season is even over. Does that seem right to you? 

"Stand at the foot of the bed, facing it, and bend over with your ankles crossed." I tell her, pointing to where I want her to go. In a daze, she walks around the side and does as she's told. Her panties form a nice taught teardrop across her pussy as the skirt of her top pulls up. "Hands behind your back and don't move." Sofia's hands move up to the small of her back and she's quiet and still save for the soft sobbing coming from her. I pull my bag over to her and fish out a pair of cuffs first. Those go on her wrists which I attach together. Then a second pair of cuffs go on her ankles. I then pull out a spreader bar that I attach her ankle cuffs to, spreading her legs out nicely. 

I reach up between her legs and feel her up. She's wet through the lace of her panties and she lets out a wailing moan when I touch her so intimately. I'm probably the first person since she's been married to touch her like that. I flatten my palm against her sex and rub, listening to her cry in the process. I grab a collar and another bar out of the bag which I quickly put around her neck, attaching the bar to the back of the collar down to where her cuffs meet behind her back. That'll keep her in a respectable position. 

Putting my arms underneath of her, I grab Sofia and turn her in place. I drive my knees into the back of hers and force her down into a kneeling position on the white carpet. This puts her roughly in the center of the room in full view of both the windows and the closet. Hey, I gotta give my audience something. "Stay kneeling up like that." I tell her, walking around to in front of her. I pull out my iPhone and snap a few pictures and smile at her. "Just in case you get the wild idea of telling someone. You say anything and these pictures are local news on the internet within seconds. Got it?" Sofia sniffles and nods. 

I pocket the iPhone and strip my t-shirt off, leaving the mask on. Her eyes feast on my hard, muscular chest as I start digging around my bag for the scissors. I catch her looking and she lets out a sob, ashamed at being caught. I come up with the scissors and quickly cut the shoulder straps and a line up the back. The lacy top falls off of her body easily and I put it and the scissors back in the bag. I then stand back in front of her, but off to the side enough so that Mr. L can see from the closet. I make a show of slowly undoing my pants and taking them off so that I'm standing there in front of her wearing nothing but the ski mask. 

Sofia's eyes go wide at the size of my manhood. "Oh God," she whispers as she slowly shakes her head, well, as much as possible considering the restraining bar. "I-I've never... my husband... that's too big," she gapes at me. 

"I'll be... somewhat... gentle," I tell her, stepping up to her and caressing her face again. I then grab her by the back of her head and yank her forward just a bit. I grab my cock in my fist and bring it up to her mouth. She's still shaking her head no a bit when the head of it touches her lips. "Easy way or hard way?" I ask her, jerking her head again. She lets out a whimper, closes her eyes, and opens her mouth wide. "Good girl," I tell her, sliding my cock past her lips. I don't even make it a quarter of the way inside of her mouth. "Come on, you can do better than that. You're sucking like a virgin!" I complain. I cup her jaw with my free hand and start fucking her face hard. 




The Conquest Club Files 04



Eventually, amid Sofia's constant gurgling, I manage to get about three quarters in. I get a good enough of a rhythm going so I let her jaw go and reach down to start slapping her tits. Sofia cries out around my cock but continues sucking while I'm shoving it in and out of her face. "Look at me, bitch," I tell her. "Look at me while you're sucking me off." She does so, her deep green eyes glittering with the tears as my cock pistons in and out of her mouth. 

I work her mouth over for another five minutes or so before pulling out. I give her a soft slap across her cheek. "Pathetic." I tell her in disgust. Not really, but I am playing a part here. Sofia wasn't the best blowjob I've ever had but she certainly wasn't the worst. I let go of her and she pitches over forward onto the carpet. She lets out a little 'oof' when she lands. I dig into my bag of toys for the next item on my list of things to do with her. 

I come out with the Hitachi magic wand. Ah, I love this little thing. It's perfect for when you want to make a woman cum uncontrollably. I then grab another restraining bar, this one comes with a mount that I'd made for the wand as well as a nice sized dildo at the end of it. I attach the wand and then I walk around behind Sofia. I reach under her and move the crotch of her panties aside slightly. She's dripping wet by this point. I ease the dildo inside of her and sink it all the way in until the bulb head of the wand is resting up against her clit. Sofia shudders as her pussy is invaded and continues shuddering as I think she's wondering what I'm going to be doing with this thing. 

Next, I attach the free end of the restraining bar to the center of the spreader bar between her legs. I grab a small roll of electrical tape and tape the junction point to ensure that the two bars don't slide. I then spool out the power cord to the nearest socket and plug the sucker in. Sofia's looking at me with wide eyes. I smile down at her and pat her head for a moment before grabbing a flogger out of the bag. I show it to her and even put it down in front of her face for a good look. Then I place one hand behind her neck to keep her in place before reaching down between her legs to flip the wand on. 

Sofia screams and thrashes around the moment the high speed vibrating hits her clit directly. I keep her in place with my hand on the back of her neck. I then grab the flogger and give her a nice swat across the ass. She jerks from the stings and wails, making a feeble and comical attempt at trying to cover her bottom with her hands, which are still bound behind her back. All she succeeds in doing is fucking herself on the dildo as she flops around on the carpet. "Count 'em out, woman!" I yell down at her. 

"What? IEEEE!" She shrieks when I let her have it with the flogger when she doesn't count. "O-O-One!" she cries out. 

"One, WHAT?" This time I bend over and use my hand and she wails again. I leave a nice glowing red handprint on her round ass. 

"One, S-S-S-Sir!" 

"Fine, but you're two behind now!" I walk over to the bag and fish out a condom. I stand behind her, towering over her legs and ass, as I rip the plastic and slap the condom on my hard cock. "As punishment, I think that'll cost you four thrusts; two for each miscount." 

"Wha-" She asks in puzzlement, trying to look behind her at what I'm doing. When she sees my cock pointed down at her ass, she panics. "NO! YOU CAN'T! IT'LL HURT!" I roll my eyes and walk back over to my bag of goodies. She lets out a sigh of relief, thinking that I'm going to let her go or change my mind or something. I come back with a ball gag and stuff it into her mouth to shut her up. After it's buckled into place, I squat back down behind her and lower myself to my knees. My cock is now nuzzling her ass and she's openly sobbing now. 

I gingerly rub her ass cheeks before grabbing her lace panties and ripping them all the way open. Sofia lets out a squeak of alarm as her ass feels cool air and I spreading her ass cheeks apart just a bit. I then push into her very slowly so I don't hurt her. Slowly, inch by inch, I bury my cock inside of her ass, listening to her let out a deep guttural groan as I move into her. Her back is arched as far as it'll go and her eyes are cast up to the ceiling. I see the sparkling of tears as they stream from her eyes. 

But I have yet to hear her even mumble the safe word yet. 

Sofia flops back down to the floor once I stop plowing into her ass. She's breathing heavily, her chest heaving, but otherwise she's okay. I thank the condom manufacturers for their extra lubricated brand to allow things like this. Once I'm fully entrenched, I take a moment to savor the feeling. She's tighter than I would've originally given her credit for. I can feel the dildo through her vaginal wall and I can feel the vibrations from the Hitachi. I'm not sure how much longer I can last like this, so I get to work. I pull out and shove my cock back into her. 

"One." I tell her as she squeals behind her gag. 

I count out four more slow and even thrusts up her ass, watching her arch her back and moan passionately with each one. I'm starting to shove my cock into her one last time when I feel her ass squeeze my cock hard and I feel her whole body begin to shake and tremble violently. Sofia looks like she's being electrocuted as I bury my cock into her all the way up to my base. Her squealing has taken on a frequency and pitch that's so high of an octave that's usually reserved for calling dogs. 

"UHhhhhhhh!" Sofia grunts one last time behind the ball gag before collapsing back to the floor. I feel both her ass and her pussy clenching and relaxing in rapid time. Her body twitches intermittently and she just lays there letting out the occasional orgasmic groan. 

I grab the base of the condom and pull out of her, having done my six strokes up her ass. I jerk it off and toss it into the nearest wastebasket as I walk around to her head. I undo the ball gag and Sofia barely notices. "Enjoy that, did you, you little slut?" She groans again in response. I walk behind her, switching off the Hitachi and taking the spreader bar off of her ankles and the bar with the dildo/Hitachi out of her. Sofia lets out a sigh of relief when I do. "Well, we're not even remotely done yet." I tell her, kneeling behind her again and unsnapping her wrist cuffs. I rip the rest of her lace panties off of her and toss them, along with the remnants of her camisole, into the bag to join my ever growing cache of trophies. 

Grabbing her hair, I haul her up to all fours. "You ready for the pounding of your lifetime, my little slut?" 

"Please don't," she whines. "I'm too sensitive now!" 

I let go of her hair and slap her ass, at least this time she has the sense to count it out this time. "You should realize by now, Sofia, that I'm the one giving the orders around here." I growl. 

Sofia swallows hard. "Then just get it over with you bastard," she whispers hollowly, hanging her head in shame. Her chin is to her collar bone just in front of her full, dangling tits. Her nipples are two hardened points at their tips. I can't but help reaching under her to feel them up. Damn these are nice and soft. I roll and knead them in my hands and Sofia just cries as she continues kneeling there allowing me to do it. After a minute or two of fondling her breasts, I grab her by the back of the neck and lead her on all fours over to the bed. She allows herself to be led like a prisoner resigned to their fate as they're heading for execution. By the time I order her to stand up and get on the bed, she's totally complaint. 

I mount her and rub my cock up and down her pussy. She moans and spreads her legs even wider. My hand latches onto the back of her neck and I force her to make eye contact with me. Then I bring my cock up to her pussy and shove it in. Sofia lets out a little grunt as I penetrate her. "Keep looking at me while I fuck you, woman," I growl, looking deep into her eyes. She looks up at me and I start pounding her in earnest. 

My hand moves around to the front of her neck to push her down, just slightly choking her. Her eyes widen and her mouth gapes open as she finds inner pleasure at the total domination. She's then making little whimpers and then all out cries of ecstasy each time I plow into her. "You better not cum until I'm ready for you to, woman," I order her. I love doing that since I have found that it is very rare for women to hold off once they're into it. 

The order works like a charm as Sofia's face scrunches up and contorts as she valiantly tries to follow my instructions. She's still looking up at me, tears streaming from her eyes, mouth open in a constant stream of screams and moans, when the orgasm finally wins out despite my orders. Her scream reaches decibel levels that are usually reserved for departing 737s out of Indianapolis International Airport. Underneath of me, her body shudders violently and her pussy clamps down around my cock hard.  

I smile at her, give her a final thrust, and blow my seed into her. "AUGH!" She yells, even louder, as my cum fills her up. My cock throbs in time with her pussy's contractions. Her eyes roll back into her head as she goes to that high off place of pleasure that so many try to obtain. I pat her on the cheek and tell her that she's a good girl while she's delirious with the intense feeling that's all over her body. 

While she's momentarily out of it; I quickly slip my mask off, roll it up, and use it as an ad hoc blindfold on her. When her body finally relaxes, I slip out of her and off of the bed. She makes a tiny inquisitive sound when she comes to enough to make out my retreating footsteps. "Stay put, bitch." I tell her. On the bed she whimpers but nods her compliance. 

Walking over to the closet door I open it up. Mr. L... sorry... 'Tom', is there on his knees with his cock out. Judging by the white glob on the inside of the door, he's already gotten off at least once. I jerk my head over towards his wife. "I think that you can take it from here." I tell him, keeping my voice low. He looks like a kid on Christmas Morning when I say that. 

"What?" Sofia asks from the bed. 

"My accomplice has just arrived. He'd been ransacking the downstairs for valuables." I tell her. "I'm just going to go down and finish up while he finishes you up." 

"No... please..." Sofia pleads but her husband is already crossing the distance and jumping on the bed. A second later and he's inside of her humping away. 

I didn't stay for the floor show. I gathered up my stuff, zipped up the bag, and headed back across the street to Jen's house. I get back up to Jen's room and her and Kimmy are naked and making out like there is no tomorrow. "Enjoy?" I ask, walking around to where they were at by the window. I slide in between them and they start running their hands up and down my body to get me out of my clothes in a hurry. 

While they're disrobing me, I look though the telescope to across the street. Tom is in the process of holding Sofia down as I did, by the neck, while fucking her really hard. Looking at it from this point of view gets my cock to stir. The girls see it twitch to life and they both go for it at the same time like they'd done at the cabin. 

Anyway, I didn't catch much more of the Tom and Sofia show across the street as Kimmy was mounting my cock while Jen pressed her naked body up against my side and started to kiss me. Kimmy must've already been primed to go by Jen as she was on me for all of a couple of minutes before she started shuddering hard from her climax. She slumped onto me and then rolled off to be quickly replaced by Jen. Jen fucked me with equal fervor until she was in the throes of her own orgasm in the matter of moments. 

Talk about leaving me out of the loop. 

Thankfully the girls didn't leave me hanging for long. They decided on an impromptu game of 'who is he going to cum in first?' where they alternate fucking me for a few quick humps and then change. For the record, Kimmy won that game since by this point in time she knows my body pretty well. 

After I come down from my own orgasm I take one more look through the telescope before Kim and I start getting our things together to go home. Tom has Sofia tied down spread-eagled to the bed now but the blindfold is off. He's fucking her again and she appears to be enjoying every minute of it. 

I silently wish Mrs. L a Happy Birthday while I busy myself with Kimmy and Jen for round two. 

Little did I know was that Mrs. L would be ready for a round two with me soon enough... but that's a story for later.



The Conquest of Artemesia



The following is a work of fiction, and all participants are over the age of 18. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it. Please feel free to give me your feedback, or comments, and of course, vote. 

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The sun was shining bright this wonderful spring day. It sparkled on the ocean like every diamond in the world had been deposited here. Well, almost every diamond in the world. 

A few of them were in her eyes. 

It wasn't really that unusual to stumble across a 'movie star' in this city. Lots of movies and TV shows were shot here. I had personally met several. Some revealed surprisingly pleasant characteristics. Still others were disappointingly obnoxious. I sat in the restaurant, trying not to stare, but stealing discrete glances in her direction. I wondered which category she might fall into, if I were to do more than merely admire her from a distance. 

At this point, admiring from distance was the extent of my courage. I can certainly understand why many 'stars' keep a protective entourage around them. They are people too. A certain amount of private space is not an unreasonable expectation. Still, I did feel the need to express my appreciation of her work, and she was surprisingly alone. 

Perhaps a tactful note. I wrote a short sentiment on the paper. I then gestured for the waiter, and asked him to deliver it for me without attracting too much attention. 

I watched him stop by her table a few moments later. He placed the note in her hand and left. She read it, then looked up, searching for the source. I nodded subtly when she made eye contact. 

And what eye contact it was. Even without the benefit of a make-up artist's work, it was obvious to me who was looking back. Smooth, lightly tanned skin and delicate features. Pouty, slightly bee-stung lips. Long, straight, dark hair. And of course, those eyes. Blue-gray, inordinately large relative to her face, and as deep as the ocean itself. It was Eva Green, all right. A brief smile played at the corners of her lips, and she looked down. An equally subtle nod was sent my way. 

I sometimes marvel at the difference between our perception of entertainers and the reality. Tom Cruise is short. Bette Midler is plain. Adam Sandler isn't funny. I could go on and on. But this seemed to be one of the rare cases where perception and reality were quite close. Eva was gorgeous. The only question now was whether or not she was a nice person as well. I had been ruminating over that, while picking at my dinner, for a few moments. A voice shook me back to my senses. The voice of an angel, tinged with a British accent. 

"Thank you so much," she said as I looked up, directly into those eyes. She was holding my note in her delicate hand. "I was wondering,would it be alright if I joined you? I do so hate dining alone." I was reveling in the syncopated syntax of the British lilt in her voice. 

"Uh, by all means, please do!" I blurted as I scrambled to my feet to get her chair. 

"So sweet, and a gentleman, too!" she said quietly as I pulled her chair out for her. A black skirt hugged her hips, ending just above the knee. Blue-gray satin covered her top. The light played across the shiny curves of her chest. 

"Obviously, you already know this," she said, gesturing to the paper she held,"But I feel it only proper that I introduce myself. I am Eva," she said, extending her hand. I returned the introduction as I took her hand. It was soft, warm and elegant. I had to fight the urge to kiss it, as that might be a bit over the top. 

"It was so sweet of you to pay me such compliments , and so gallant to do so in such a discreet and respectful way. Thank you so much for not attracting any undue attention." Eva paused as the waiter transferred her meal and drink from her table to mine, or rather, ours. She lowered her voice further. "To answer your question, I think it was much more fun playing Artemisia. The Vesper character was great, and anytime one can be associated with the James Bond franchise, one should consider oneself fortunate. But, having said that, Artemisia was just so deliciously ... evil... well, sometimes it is entertaining to play against ones nature."

And so it went, chit chatting about her career, various characters she has played, her time in England after being born in France, etc. She was a genuine pleasure to be with. We were finished with dinner, so the plates had been cleared, allowing her to lean in on the table more as we conversed. Her blouse revealed a devastating portion of cleavage, that I was trying desperately not to look at, lest she lump me in with the other leering leches she no doubt has to deal with. 

The topic of her current movie project revealed the reason for her solitude this evening. A day off from the shooting schedule, and some personal drama in her love life, led to her eating alone by choice. How her boyfriend could possibly cheat on her was way beyond my comprehension. 

"Well, I don't care what the reason is, a beautiful woman such as yourself should never need to dine alone," I said, fighting to keep my eyes locked on hers. In truth, her eyes are truly beautiful as well, so it was not a great hardship. 

"And, thanks to you, I didn't need to for long!" she said, flashing a bright smile. "My hero!" 

"Always a pleasure to be of service, m'lady," I said with a mock bow. "If I may serve in the future, please do not hesitate." I laughed, relaxing a bit. My eyes went on autopilot, dropping directly to her chest to ogle the sumptuous, silk covered curves of her breasts. Shit! I dragged my eye line back up to her face. 

Eva was smiling, running her fingertips around her collarbone area. "I was beginning to think you were gay. At the very least, I thought all the compliments were empty," she paused,"Would you please accompany me?". Her fingers grazed her cleavage. A pleasant, early evening meal now had the potential to become much, much more. 

"Absolutely!" I said quickly, hoping it didn't seem too eager. She smiled brightly, laughing while she brushed her hair back. "Anywhere, anytime!"Okay, that definitely sounded too eager. I hoped I wasn't counting my chickens early. I gestured to the waiter for the bill. When he arrived, Eva intercepted it. 

"Please charge this to my room," she said firmly, giving him the number. 

"Thank you, Eva!" 

"I consider it the least I could do," her eyes flitted down to her chest, "for my hero! Besides, the studio is picking up the tab!"

I stood and offered her my arm. "Where to, my lady?" Please say your room? Please? Please? 

"I think I would like to spend a few minutes walking along the beach. Perhaps we can watch the sunset?" she asked in her delightful accent. 

Okay. I have to admit... a romantic walk on the beach at sunset with a goddess? Not exactly a loss. She was looking up at me, a glint of something promising in her sparkling eyes. 

Five minutes later, I had Eva's sexy high heels hanging from my finger, and she had her arm locked in mine. She even occasionally rested her head against my shoulder, as we walked slowly along the cool sand. We stopped at a big driftwood log and took a seat. 

"Simply lovely," she said. I didn't want to presume, but I hoped she meant the company and the setting, not just the sunset. "Simply lovely," she repeated,"our DOP should see this." 

She leaned against my shoulder, and pressed her breast against my arm. "Thank you so much for accompanying me here. I don't think I would have been comfortable doing this alone. I know that I have really only just met you, but, somehow, I feel I can trust you." Her turn to compliment me, and a lovely compliment it was. Despite the lascivious thoughts that filled my mind, she somehow knew, correctly, that I would never act on them. Not without her consent, at least. 

We sat in silence, watching the sun drop slowly. Eva shivered slightly. Whether it was a genuine chill, or merely for effect, mattered not to me, so I put my arm around her. Moments later, the sun completely slipped below the horizon. 

"I guess the show is over," she said, turning in my direction. She rubbed against my arm again. "I hope this is not being presumptuous on my part, but I really would prefer not to be alone tonight. Would you be my guest this evening?" 

I looked at her. The waning light made her eyes even more attractive than before. I gazed into them. She leaned closer, her luscious lips brushing mine. 

My brain was short circuiting. Eva Green just asked me to be her 'guest for the evening', and now she wants to kiss me. Are you fucking kidding me? 

I pressed in and completed the connection. Her lips were heavenly. Warm, soft, and wet. Eva slipped her tongue between my lips. Kissing her while gazing into her eyes from close range was pure bliss. She pressed against my chest, snuggling deeper into my arms. The feeling of her breasts against me, so firm and round, began to accelerate the erection that was already swelling in my pants. 

"Let's go someplace a bit warmer, and much less public." She took my hand, rubbing her cheek against it. She didn't need to ask me twice. 

It only took us a few minutes to get along the sand to the road's edge, in front of her hotel. We paused here so she could wiggle her toes back into her shoes. I provided a stable handhold for her while she bent to slip her feet in. This provided me the opportunity to peek down the front of her blouse. Simply lovely. As she was finishing the second shoe, she looked up at me and caught me admiring the view. 

"Naughty boy!" she giggled. "Did you get a good look?" I just blushed at being caught ogling her. "Shall we see if we can get you a less encumbered view?" she asked, skillfully dispatching two more buttons on her blouse, before pressing in for another kiss. She felt the lump in my pants. "Oh, my word! You should have someone take a look at that!" Another sexy smile and a wink. 

We walked arm in arm through the lobby, arriving at the elevators. Eva pressed the button, then pressed mine as well. "You poor dear!" Her hand cupped the front of my pants. Another kiss. Damn, she was delicious. 

In the elevator, she moved to the far side of the car, staring at me under hooded lids, a sexy smile on her lips. The door opened, and we walked together to her suite. I stepped back and visually caressed her ass while she used the key card to unlock the door. She knew exactly what I was doing. Her hand smoothed the skirt around her hips, and she wagged her finger at me. 

"A very naughty boy, indeed!" she chastised me as I stepped into the suite. "Please, do feel free to help yourself to anything you like. I will only be a few minutes."

Eva closed the sliding doors to the bedroom. I wandered the suite, peeked out onto the balcony, and rummaged through one of several gift baskets on the coffee table. 

"Oooo, almonds! My favorite!" I said as I opened the jar. 

Ten minutes of almond nibbling later, I heard the sliding doors open. 

"Feel free to help yourself to anything you like," she repeated as I turned to face her. "Do you see anything you like?" 

I had finally completed my turn. Words failed me. 

I gazed at her, absolutely dumbstruck. She had made herself up for me. Perfectly painted lips pouted, waiting to be kissed. Her eyes, now enhanced by mascara and eyeliner, smouldered like two pools of molten lust. Her hair had been tousled the perfect amount to give her a 'come fuck me' look. Her long, elegant neck seemed even more so, bracketed as it was by her dark tresses. 

My eyes wandered lower. A black lace bra supported her stunningly beautiful breasts. The cups were brief and sheer enough that a hint of dusty rose areola was visible. Her belly was flat, but womanly. A matching thong dipped low in front, thin straps rising high over her hips. Smooth, muscular legs flowed down, ending in very pretty feet. Six-inch heels adorned those feet. The whole ensemble was covered, but certainly not concealed, by a diaphanous black robe, cinched at the waist. 

I continued to stare, trying to find the words. When they came, I finally whispered, "Eva, you are a goddess." 

Eva smiled, and her eyes sparkled again. "I will have you know that flattery will get you nowhere. Except, perhaps, into my bed."

I stood and approached her. She never broke eye contact, and her eyes became more lustful. She lowered her lids, and her tongue traced her sexy red lips. I leaned in and kissed her. Slowly. Gently. The kiss lingered as she wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me closer as her tongue began to explore my mouth. I responded in kind, and the kiss became more passionate. I pulled away from her lips and instead started to ravage her neck and shoulders. I crushed her body to mine, and her head lolled back with a moan as my lips nibbled on her neck. 

"Oh my!" she whispered, shivering slightly. "I believe this is going to be a most enjoyable evening!" I pivoted around her, wrapping her in my arms from behind now. 

My tongue traced up her neck, while my left hand slowly moved up from her hip, to rest just under her breast. She moaned again, louder this time, and put her hand over mine. 

"I'm sorry Eva. Too fast?" I apologized, looking into those eyes. 

In answer, she kissed me, while pulling my hand up, to fondle her breast. I could feel the stiffness of her nipple. The smooth, firm, yet compliant flesh of her breast filled my hand. I squeezed gently, and she moaned into my mouth. 

"I want you to make love to me," she whispered. "Tonight, I need to feel desired." 

"Eva, I have wanted you since the first time I saw you on the screen. You are the sexiest, most desirable woman I have ever seen. Your eyes... your eyes reach right into my soul. Your lips are so kissable," I demonstrated, "and your breasts are simply beautiful. You are simply beautiful. I want to make love to you, to ravish your body, to satisfy your needs. I only hope can control myself." 

She watched me carefully while I told her this. Her eyes darted and blazed with passion, and she blushed. When I finished, she turned in my arms, took my face in her hands, and kissed me. The kiss was as sweet as honey, growing hotter and more passionate with every passing second. Eva's breathing quickened, and I massaged her breast. My other hand explored her perfect ass. 

"Mmmm. Please take me to bed," she said as she kissed me again. 

I scooped her up in my arms, carrying her the few short steps to the king size bed. I laid her down, then joined her, and we picked up right where we left off. I undid the sash of her robe, laying it open so I could have better access to her sexy curves. We must have made out in silence for the better part of thirty minutes. Perhaps silence is not quite the word I was intending to use. We didn't speak, but the sound of wet lips duelling, accompanied by moans of passion and laboured, heavy breathing, spoke volumes. 

I embraced her, caressing and claiming every inch of her luscious body as I went. I stroked her neck and shoulders, grazing the heavenly curves of her cleavage with my fingertips. I tickled gently across her tummy, and ran my hand down her thighs as far as I could reach, before coming back up between them. I gently brushed across the top of her thong. I wanted to take my time, to explore her body. She was so soft, smooth and delicious, I felt my appetite would never be sated. All the while, she was moaning and writhing with growing excitement. 

Speaking of excitement... my cock was about as hard as a titanium spear! I would have been quite hard being in this situation with any attractive woman. But this was not any attractive woman... this was Eva Green! Eva fucking Green! Increase excitement factor tenfold.

I gently rolled her onto her stomach, removing the nearly transparent fabric of her robe. I squatted by her feet and slipped her shoes off. I took her feet in my hands, and massaged them softly, working my way up onto her sexy calves. 

Groans of approval came from her. "That feels soooo lovely. I do hope you plan to continue, and expand your reach?" 

I moved up, and whispered in her ear, "Absolutely, my dear." A contented smile graced her lips, and she sighed. 

My hands now headed north, across the sensitive backs of her knees, onto her succulent thighs. Her breathing quivered with anticipation as I dipped my hands between her legs, but I refrained from touching her sex, although I could feel her heat. 

Now, I have always been a breast man, so I relished the thought of Eva's beautiful D cups. But, I have to admit, the sight before me was most impressive. The strap of her thong made its way out from between the flawless cheeks of her ass. The lower curves flowed smoothly down and out from the apex of her legs, bending upwards to perfectly blend into the outside of her hips. All tolled, they formed the quintessential 'heart shape'. She must have sensed my hesitation. 

"Darling?" she asked, her voice dripping with an incongruous combination of lust and English decorum. 

"Just admiring the view. And it is quite a view," I said as I placed one hand on each cheek. "Trust me on this... That is one nice ass." 

Eva giggled and turned her head away in mock humility. "What did I tell you about flattery? We are already in bed... you can stop now."

"Are you implying that I have ulterior motives? I only speak the truth." I began to massage her ass, and she flexed her butt in response. She also groaned in pleasure again. 

"Pull my knickers off, please," she asked sweetly, lifting her hips. I skinned the thong over her hips, then down her legs and off. The gusset was very wet. "Thank you. You may now resume massaging my rear," Eva giggled again. 

I did so, gripping her firm flesh snugly, and digging my thumbs into the area around her little, pink sphincter. That was met with another moan and a wiggle. 

"I have a feeling that one of us is slightly overdressed. Who do you think that would be?" I did the math... it was me. 

When I slipped quickly off the bed, Eva rolled to her side and propped her head up on her elbow. I shed my shirt. Eva watched. I shed my pants, which were getting really uncomfortable anyway, and she leaned up a bit more, to improve her view. I paused. 

"Continue," she said quietly, "Please." I removed my socks. "Cheeky bugger. Must I take matters into my own hands?" She rolled onto her hip and hooked a finger into the waist of my shorts, which were tented obscenely in front. She looked up at me with those eyes... those unbelievably sexy eyes... and ever so slowly pulled. I watched her eyes as she did. 

She never broke eye contact until the garment was on the floor. When she did glance down, she gave a little gasp. 

I would love to tell you about my 12 inch dick, but the truth is, it's only about two thirds of that length. It is, however as thick as her wrist 

"Indeed, a most enjoyable evening," she breathed. Her tongue unconsciously peeked out from between her lips. 

"If you would please resume your position," I gestured. She complied, begrudgingly. I straddled her thighs again. 

This time, I decided to continue my caresses with my lips. I learned over, my erection spearing the small gap between her thighs. She moaned again. I kissed her lower back, spreading and expanding my area of attention as I went. She expressed her approval, now adding a shivering squirm to the moan. I kissed all over her back, her shoulders, and the nape of her neck, to her great delight. She was undulating her hips, trying to grip my intruder with her thighs. Her breathing quickened. 

"My god, I want you!" she hissed. I leaned over so I could kiss her, and while I sucked on her tongue, I unfastened her bra. She deftly twisted away, and plucked the undergarment up, tossing it across the room. 




The Conquest of Artemesia



We laid on our sides, facing each other, in a passionate embrace. My cock was trapped between her thighs, and I could feel the heat and moisture emanating from her pussy. Her firm tits pressed into my chest, and we were joined at the face in a French kiss of lust. We broke the kiss to breathe, and I dipped my head to her breast, suckling her nipple eagerly. Eva moaned even louder. 

"Oh god, yes! I love having my nips sucked!" She squeezed her thighs together, tugging at my cock. "You are so hard!" 

I would never disagree with her, but I didn't need her to confirm it. I pushed her onto her back, and her legs spread in eager anticipation. I scuttled down between her legs and, without any warning, attacked her dripping snatch with my tongue.  

"Oooooff! Oh yes, darling, lick my pussy... lick me!" she groaned excitedly. "That feels so good!" 

As I dove into her muff eagerly, I was taking inventory. Okay, so she has incredible eyes, succulent lips, fabulous tits, a really nice ass, and now I see that her pussy is equally beautiful. Her inner labia opened like the petals of a flower under my tongue. She was very juicy, and her honey was as sweet as any bee ever made. I lapped away for several minutes, to the accompaniment of her ecstatic commentary. Her peak was approaching. 

"Oh god yes! Oh yes! Oh my god! Ohhhhhhhhhh yesssss!" she screamed, and her thighs gripped my head tightly. Eva's pussy pumped her nectar into my mouth. It was hot, and I gulped down every drop. I felt her body relax, and crawled up over her body, pausing to nibble her puckered, erect nipples. I positioned the head of my dick at her entrance and paused. 

Eva was breathing heavily after her orgasm, and she looked me straight in the eye. "Please... Give me all your thick shaft." 

I pushed forward. Her lubrication was more than adequate to allow me in. I felt the muscles of her vagina stretch and relax as I slid in. 

"Oh yes, fill me up," she whispered, her voice filled with lust. I pulled back a bit, then renewed my efforts to reach her cervix, which I felt just as my balls nestled against her ass. "That's it, darling. All the way in!" 

I kissed her again, and she fucked my mouth with her tongue, suggesting a course of action for myself. I began a slow rhythm, a few inches out, then in smoothly. She kept kissing me back. I used a slow, gentle approach, for several minutes, and I could feel her getting close again. 

"I Love your cock in my pussy! You fill me up so perfectly. I think I am going to cum again! Oh yes, yes, yes, yes! Here it cummmms!" Her pussy gripped me in a velvet glove. She arched her back and hissed, bearing down on me tightly as her orgasm gripped her. I started to lengthen my thrusts, driving harder into her wetness as my own orgasm appeared on the horizon. Before long, I was pounding her briskly, and she wrapped her legs tighter around my hips, spurring me with her heels. 

"Yes baby... Fuck me now! You gave me the gentle loving I needed... Now give me a good, hard screw!" Eva was holding on tight, grunting every time I drove my length home. I was really thrashing her now, and she leaned close to my ear. "Cum inside me, please. I want to feel your hot juice spurt in me. We are safe." 

"Okay baby, you got it!" A few seconds later, I granted her wish. As I was twitching inside her, she came again. 

"Ahhhh... Yessssssssss!" she hissed. I kissed her again as we both gasped for air. We relaxed together, holding and caressing each other, while we eased down from our respective orgasms. There was a thin sheen of sweat on her face, and the exertion of her orgasm made her even more beautiful. My cock was still inside her, although greatly softened. Finally I gave her one last kiss, and rolled off, popping wetly out of her. 

Eva patted me on the chest, and slowly sat up. She cupped her oozing pussy with her hand, and headed to the bathroom. Upon reaching the tiled floor, she turned to me. I was still watching her, and she pulled her hand away from her cunt. A mix of our juices covered her hand, and she raised it high. She tipped her head back, opened her mouth, and extended her tongue. I watched as a glob of our goo slowly dripped from her fingers, and landed on her tongue. She swallowed, then awaited a second, larger dollop. She finished by licking her fingers. 

I could do nothing but stare and groan. She looked me directly in the eyes, and smiled a lusty smile. Then she disappeared around the corner. 

Okay, so she's gorgeous, and elegant, and sexy... and a cum swallowing slut! My kind of woman! I thought. 

I laid back, trying to get my breathing back to normal. When I looked up again, Eva was standing in the doorway naked, of course. Her hair had the 'just fucked' look, which was appropriate, since she was well and truly just fucked, but her eyes had even more passion burning in them than before. I guess I have opened Pandora's box, I thought. 

Seconds later she had rejoined me on the bed, and was vacuuming the residual cum from my dick. Those red, kissable lips were locked around my semi erect shaft, and her tongue was doing laps of the head. She continued to suck me, going well beyond the scope of attention required for a clean up. Her fingers began to dally between her legs, but her lips never left my now revived erection. A few more noisy slurps, and she was satisfied with her work. 

Eva smiled lewdly as she threw her leg over me. Her pussy was still visibly wet, and gaping open, ready for more. "I hope you don't mind awfully," she whispered as she slowly skewered herself, "But, I find myself needing a little more." She leaned over, hanging her beautiful breasts and dark, sexy hair in my face. I gave her nipple an obligatory nibble, which made her moan. "Please sir, may I have some more?" she laughed, obviously aware of her Oliver Twist reference. 

"All of her Tits?" I punned badly. She laughed again, increasing her tempo. She bent down and kissed me again. The kiss was long and gentle. By itself it would have been arousing, but its gentleness was in stark contrast to the desperate, sex-crazed rhythm of her pounding hips. That bumped the arousal level up a few notches. Eva was climbing the mountain again, and now leaned back, supporting herself with her hands. Now I had the opportunity to watch her fuck herself. I may have been providing the penis, but she was doing all the fucking. 

Her breasts bounced across her chest, capped with puckered, extremely erect nipples. Her head was thrown back, hair flying about sexily. Glancing down, I watched her naked pussy engulfing my cock. The pouting lips were dripping wet, and the way they stretched out on the up stroke would have probably had me squirting inside her, had I not cum once already. 

Speaking of cumming, Eva was nearly there. She was now staring intensely into my eyes. Her eyes burned holes in me, and even a blind man would have known when she reached her orgasm, just by looking into them. I, lucky bastard that I was, didn't need to be so observant. Her mouth opened in a silent scream, while her cunt closed down on my hard cock. Her juices flowed freely, coating our combined sexes in warm honey. She twitched and spasmed, still silent, as wave after wave hit her. She was clawing at my chest, and finally our hands connected. I held her up, and she kept cumming. At last, the silence was broken. 

"Ahhhh! Ohhhhhhh! Yes, yes, yes, YES, YESSSSSSSSSS!" she hissed, then shrieked as she fell over on the bed, gasping for air. "Fuck! That was amazing! My quim is on fire!" 

"Well, I hope my dick is flameproof, because am going in!" I grunted. Watching her enjoy herself had brought me close to the edge, myself. I grabbed her legs, wrenched them apart, and plunged my cock home. 

"Oh god! Oh my god! Oh my fucking God!" Eva moaned as I started to fuck her. I was slamming her hard. Her legs were pulled up and wrapped around my waist. I was fucking her like a whore in a back alley, not like the goddess she truly was, but judging by her reaction, she was OK with it. Her hips were undulating, and she was fully engaged. When I pulled out and rolled her over, she moaned her approval and lifted her ass, showing me her red, puffy pussy, begging for more. I grabbed her hips and drove my cock back in. Her beautiful ass rippled with each pounding thrust. 

"Uhhn! Uhnn! Uhnn!" she grunted with every stroke. I pushed her down flat, moving my legs outboard of hers, and squeezed her legs back together. Now when I thrust into her, my cock was surrounded by her muscular ass. I couldn't get as deep into her, but I was now angled directly over the rough little patch of her g-spot. This new sensation was not lost on her. I was slamming into her cushioning ass, and she was about to cum again. 

"Oh fuck yes! Fuck yes, just like that! Oh fuck, I have never felt anything like that!" she screeched. I reached up and grabbed a handful of her hair, tugging firmly. Over the top, she went. "I'm cumming agaiiinnnnnnnn!" 

I let her wind down a bit, before I rolled her over again. I dragged my cock across her greasy snatch once again, then straddled her chest, transferring lubricant to her cleavage. 

"Well, well... Aren't we naughty?" she asked as her hands squeezed her luscious boobs around my hard rod. I started to rock back and forth. Her firm, natural tits felt absolutely indescribable. Eva was watching my shaft peek out of the top of her cleavage. Then she looked up at me. "You know, no one has ever done this with me before. I am a titty-fucking virgin!" 

All I could do is groan loudly. The thought that I had popped her titty cherry brought me closer to my climax. She was looking up at me as I continued to slide between her breasts. She had that look in her eyes again, the one that drives me crazy. I can't believe I am actually fucking Eva Green's tits! Then, she smiled, and extended her tongue. Oh my god! I can't believe Eva Green wants me to cum in her mouth!! 

The first shot erupted between her tits, splashing up her long, elegant neck and across her cheek. She dropped her breasts and grabbed my cock, just in time to get blasted again, on the chin, lips and up to her eyebrows. The third salvo was arcing though the air just before her lips sealed around the head of my dick, and it landed in her hair. I twitched several times, filling her mouth with warm cum. I looked down at her. The sight of Eva, suckling me deeply, with my cum on her face and in her hair, set me off again. I had never done that before. Hell, I didn't even know it was possible. It was a surprise to Eva as well, as she suddenly got a fresh mouthful of hot, sticky juice. Her eyes popped open wider, and she swallowed rapidly. A bit leaked out the corners of her mouth, but she just sucked harder. Finally done, she released me. 

I collapsed, too close to the edge of the bed, and slid off onto the floor. I heard a giggle from the bed above me, and opened my eyes to see Eva's cum slicked countenance peering down at me. 

"Have I killed my hero?" she asked, smiling through the goo. 

"Oh... No! You... Don't get... Rid... Of me... That... Easily!" I panted. 

She was scraping my cum up with her fingers, and licking it off. "Mmmmmmmmm," she said quietly. That look was in her eyes again, under the sticky white icing. "That is the best news I've heard all day! I wonder if I might interest you in a shower? Lord knows I need one!" she giggled, finding more of my jizz in an unexpected location, and cleaning it off. 

"Absolutely, my dear! I will be with you in a moment." She padded off into the bathroom, humming happily. I gathered my wits, eventually pulling myself up and walking, somewhat unsteadily, in to join her. I took a seat on the toilet for a few seconds, clearing my plumbing. Eva was visible through the steam, soaping herself, and enjoying the warm water cascading over her body. I got up from the toilet and opened the glass door to the shower. 

Oh. My. God. Like I said before... A goddess! She felt the temperature change as I stood with the door, and my mouth, open. I saw her beautiful eyes open, and then she smiled. A smile with a radiance I didn't know existed. She opened her arms and gestured me in, wrapping me in a gentle embrace. She rested her head against my chest. 

I never wanted this to end, but I knew that it inevitably would. She would finish her movie, and leave my town. She would go back to her life, maybe even back to the cheating creep that drove her into my arms. I would be forgotten, but I would never forget. 

A few minutes later, I was slamming her against the shower wall. Her legs were wrapped around my hips, and I was holding her up by her ass. I knew I was unlikely to cum, but she wanted to, so I was fucking her again, wedged into the corner of the shower. Every time I pounded into her, she grunted. Soon, her grunts began to morph into little squeals of glee. Her orgasm was gentle, but enough to sate her hunger. 

We dried each other off, and curled up in bed in each other's arms. We kissed and cuddled. It was wonderful. I had a smile on my face when I fell asleep. 

When I woke, the sun was up. I was also alone. Eva was nowhere to be found. There was, however, a note on the bathroom counter:

"Darling, 

Last night was wonderful. Thank you so much. I apologize for my absence, however my shooting schedule was early this morning, and I couldn't bring myself to wake you. You looked so peaceful. Below, please find the address for my set today. I do so hope that you can join me. I would enjoy showing you around, and perhaps we could have lunch together... " She went on to explain how to get to her trailer, who to talk to, etc. 

Not exactly a dear john, but not exactly 'my loins burn for you' either. Still, any chance to be in her company was better than spending the day alone, pining for the taste of her kiss. 

I hit the shower. Twenty minutes later, I was walking through the lobby. My cell phone pinged. "Are you up yet, darling? I am still wet :-P" 

Now that's more like it. I retrieved my car, and made my way to the set. I found the person she had told me to talk to, her Production Assistant, a young girl named Audrey. She gave me a strange, knowing look, as she showed me to Eva's trailer. She paused just inside the door and placed a guest pass on a lanyard around my neck. 

"Ms. Green asked me to 'take care of your needs' until she returns." She smiled, and that strange look was back. I suddenly had the feeling that I had been the subject of some girl talk. Somehow, that actually made me feel better. "Is there anything I can get for you?" 

"Actually, I just realized that I haven't eaten yet today. Could I please get something to nibble on?" She nodded. "Thank you, Audrey" I said, and she disappeared out the door. 

After she left, I realized that everything I had just said could have sexual connotations, but then again, so does 'take care of your needs'. All doubts were removed when Audrey returned with a tray of pastries, which she left with a smile. I ate a few danish, then settled in to watch some TV, ruminating over the events of last night. Visions of a naked goddess filled my mind, causing my penis to stir. A knock on the door brought me back to the present. It was Audrey. 

"Ms. Green asked me to ask you if you would like to join her on set. She also asked me to tell you she is very glad you decided to come". 

More double entendre. Damn, this was definitely looking up. I followed Audrey into the building, as she led me through a maze of cameras, recorders, and busy people. As the crowd parted, there was Eva, sitting in a chair while one person worked on her hair, and another touched up her makeup. She smiled, the same smile I had been so privileged to see in the shower last night. 

"Thank you awfully for coming, darling. Has Audrey been taking good care of you?" 

"Of course." Eva took my hand, squeezing it firmly. Her tongue peeked out between her lips playfully. 

I smiled back. What else could I do? I mean, there were lots of cameras around, so we could segway right into porn, but Eva might not like that. Then again, after last night, maybe she would. Anyway, I sat back and watched her work, and it was wonderful. However short this relationship might end up being, for right now, she was my 'girlfriend', for lack of a better word. I was proud to know her. 

The director yelled "Cut", and it was lunch time. Eva was talking with her co-star and the director, obviously discussing the schedule after lunch. She looked over the director's shoulder and smiled at me. At last, she patted him on the shoulder and walked toward me. 

"Darling! A proper greeting, at last", and with that, she reached up and wrapped her arms around my neck, kissing me deeply. The kiss lasted for about a minute. Okay, so she doesn't care who knows about us. Even better. Somebody walked by and said quietly 'okay you two. Get a room' to which Eva laughed and replied "I have one, thank you, and I would also thank you not to be eavesdropping on us while we use it!" Whoa! Did she just tell the crew we were going to go back to her trailer and have sex? Kinda sounded like it to me. Awesome! She took my hand and off we went, swinging hands like school kids. Moments later, the trailer door closed behind us. Audrey had already bought a selection of goodies for our lunch, dear girl. 

"I can't tell you how happy it makes me that you came to visit!" she said quietly from inside our embrace. "Perhaps I can show you instead!" 

Eva dropped straight down, wrestling with my belt and trousers, before reefing my underwear down. My semi vanished between her immaculately painted lips, a sight that will stay with me forever. She slurped me enthusiastically, pumping me with one hand. The other hand was unfastening the waist of her skirt. Once I was fully erect, she stood, removing her wardrobe, which she placed carefully on a hanger. "There would be hell to pay if I went back to the set with cum stains on my costume." she warned. "As it is, I do expect to get some funny looks from my makeup artist, but she and I have a good relationship." 

Eva had removed her undergarments while she spoke, and now stood before me gloriously naked. "You are overdressed again!" She stepped in and helped me dispense with my remaining clothes. "I'm afraid we will have to make do with the daybed. But we will have my suite tonight... if I am not being overly presumptuous again?" Her hand was holding my erection gently, and a hopeful smile was on her lips. 

Exactly what I wanted to hear. Time to ease her mind. 

"Eva, my sweet, I don't need to leave your side for the duration of your stay, if that's what you want." She smiled, and dropped to her knees again, sucking me into her mouth for a few preparatory strokes. 

She rose, and walked over to the daybed, laying back with her legs spread wide. Her pussy glistened, indicating her level of arousal. She toyed with her pouting labia and arched her eyebrows. "Appetizer, darling?" 

"Don't mind if I do," I said, taking a position between her thighs. A few minutes of oral manipulation later, and I was glad that she didn't care who knew about us. She was moaning and shrieking at the top of her lungs. 

"Oh, fuck, yes! Eat my pussy, you beautiful man! Make me cum!" I had absolutely no doubt that her cries carried beyond the walls of the trailer. Those in the immediate area had to know what was going on inside. I only hoped we didn't make the evening news. Or get cited for a noise violation. 

"Cumming... Nowwwwwwwwwwww!" she screamed, the exertion of her orgasm clearly evident on her face. I moved up and rammed my cock into her wetness. She wasn't really finished cumming yet, so this pushed her over the top again. I fucked her hard, with long, firm strokes, all the while nibbling on her marvelous tits. I know I have already said this, but it bears repeating. Her tits were unbelievable. So smooth, so perfectly shaped, so firm, so natural, so... Fuck, I loved to see them move with almost liquid grace across her chest! She was still proclaiming her love of my cock, loudly, and I was getting rather excited myself. I wondered where would be the best place to make my impending deposit. She read my mind, making an 'O' with her lips and flicking her tongue out. "Please do try to not get any in my hair!" 




The Conquest of Artemesia



No problem there. It's all just a matter of timing. I pulled out of her cunt and positioned myself for delivery, squeezing just above the head of my cock, to staunch the flow. Eva had by now placed her lips near, and opened wide. I released the squeeze, and pressurized goo blasted out, hitting the bullseye. She leaned in and wrapped her lips around the bulging head, swallowing everything I put forth, gulping loudly. When she had consumed everything I could produce, she withdrew with a smile. I laughed as I sat back on the couch. "You may want to have a peek in the mirror." 

Eva did as directed. She laughed back, finding the reflection as humourous as I did. Her lipstick was smeared wildly, and a rogue glob of my semen succumbed to gravity, trickling from the corner of her mouth. Apparently, her lipstick was semen-soluable, because the cum had a pinkish tinge to it. Well, at least there wasn't any in her hair. 

"Maybe I should leave it. Serena, my makeup artist, would love it!" she giggled. "I told her a little about you, you know? She is happy for me... for us." 

"Was Audrey present for this little gab fest?" I inquired. 

"Why yes, how did you..." then she realized, "... Ah... gave you the look, did she?" I nodded. Eva giggled. "I hope you don't mind, darling. They are my friends. Surely, friends can have a little..." 

"... Girl talk?" She nodded. "Of course, I don't mind. I am glad you have 'girlfriends' to gossip with, and that they look out for you. It's even a bit of a turn on," I admitted, "Knowing that they know about us." I picked up a towel from the table, and approached her. She looked up at me. I wrapped the towel around my fingertip, and wiped the offending sperm and lipstick away. "Lest the paparazzi use this as ammunition, my sweet." I kissed her gently, and we shared a long, naked embrace. 

We sat, and ate some of the food Audrey had delivered. After I cum, I am always hungry. Eva had consumed my protein smoothie, so her needs were more along the lines of sweets. We gradually began to get re-dressed, and I was putting my socks back on last, when Audrey knocked on the door. Eva was in bra and panties, but unlocked the door. "It's only Audrey, and she knows." she said to me as she stepped away. "Enter!" 

Audrey opened the door and stepped in quickly. She took in my lack of shoes, and Eva's lack of clothes, smiling widely. "I trust you had a pleasant..." wink, "... lunch?" 

Eva beamed. "Why yes, we did, Audrey. Thank you for asking." She looked at me, then leaned over and whispered something in Audrey's ear, after which, they both broke out laughing, and looked at me with big smiles. "Could you help me with my costume, Audrey dear?" 

"Don't trust me to reverse the process, darling?" I asked, playing along with her public acknowledgement of our sexual adventures. That was greeted by more girlish giggles. 

I spent the balance of the day on the set, watching Eva work. In addition to being a certified sexpot, she was extremely talented. But watching her perform also made me aware of something else. 

I had watched Eva on screen for some time, and ever since I first did, I had always fantasized about being the one to hold her. I had wanted so badly to be the one to kiss her. I had dreamed about being the one to share her bed. I had felt desire, excitement and lust. And when I had been so fortunate to become the one that held her, kissed her, and made love with her, those experiences had been more than my fantasies could possibly have hoped. 

Now, I watched Eva kiss someone else, as a consequence of her performance. It was part of her job, to kiss her co-star. It was acting. This time I felt something new. It was sneaky, but I felt it just the same. Anger. Jealousy. 

I shook my head. 24 hours ago, I hadn't even met her yet. How could I be in love already? I knew she would leave. I had already reconciled that thought, and decided to enjoy the ride, without getting entangled in emotion. But my brain has forgotten to tell my heart. Well, those two parts of my body were talking now, and they were not getting along. My brain won the argument, for the time being. 

A few hours later, we were dining together again. Different restaurant, but the same company. Eva was dressed conservatively, to minimize the amount of attention she would attract, but there was little she could do to hide her eyes. I mean, sunglasses are a bit of a cliché, and tend to invite a second look as often as they deflect one. I sat there, taking in her beauty, while we talked about nothing in particular. The internal disagreement was flaring up again. 

For the next few weeks, the only time we spent apart was when she was on set. I used that time to make a few trips to my apartment, to change clothes and bring some spares to Eva's suite. I was getting laid by a Hollywood starlet every night, several times a night. Usually at lunch as well. I would be the envy of every male in the city, if not the planet. I was having a great time. I was also miserable. My heart was beginning to win the arguments. That discord was making me crazy. 

Eva and I were snuggled in each other's arms, on the settee of her balcony. The sun was low, shining brightly on the ocean. Off to the side, snow remaining on the mountains reflected in contrast to the darkening blue of the sky. It was the dictionary definition of breathtakingly beautiful. So was Eva. She turned and looked up into my eyes. I looked back, and as I did, my heart put any doubts to rest. I kissed her. I kissed her with a passion that surprised even me. I kissed her like I loved her, because I did. 

I knew it was ridiculous, but I didn't care anymore. I knew I would get hurt, but I didn't care anymore. I knew I was acting like a lovestruck teenager, but I didn't care anymore. 

"Whew... That was very nice," she whispered as our lips parted. She looked deeply into my eyes, and I reciprocated. "What is it, darling?" 

"Nothing that can't wait," I said, kissing her again. 

My hand covered her breast while I kissed her, and her hand met mine. "Mmmm," she moaned, breaking away from my mouth. "I get the feeling you are trying to change the subject." Her hand gripped the back of my neck gently and forced me to look at her again. "Please, darling. Tell me what is bothering you. Please?" 

If I hadn't been distracted, I would have seen her concern as a positive sign. You don't pry into the thoughts of someone you don't care about. 

I didn't know where to start. My mind turned the logic over and over. In the end, all I could do was tell her the truth, but I couldn't bear to look into her beautiful eyes while I did so. The prospect of her feeling the same way was outweighed by seeing rejection in those soulful orbs. 

"I think we have a problem, Eva," I started, my voice trailing off as the sentence progressed. "I Love You."

She laughed. 

Did she just laugh at me when I told her that I Love Her? I looked up, surprised at her reaction. 

She was smiling. She also looked a little relieved. She laughed again. Her eyes sparkled happily. 

"Oh, you do, do you?" she asked. 

"Yes. I Love You, Eva." Now that I had said it, it didn't sound so crazy. 

"You are such a 'man', darling. Are you worried that I wouldn't feel the same?" I guess that was rhetorical, because she didn't really give me a chance to respond. "I Love You too." 

I sat there with my mouth open. My mind was reeling. 

"Darling, I know we started very quickly, but, if I didn't have feelings for you, we wouldn't still be together. How often would you be with someone you just started dating?" 

"I don't know. Maybe two or three times a week." I replied. 

"And we have been together every day and every night for?... "

"Twenty-three days," I answered. 

She smiled. "Such a man! Did you make a note on your calendar? Darling, we have been together for almost three months, on a normal life schedule. We just condensed it down to... what was it?... twenty-three days? I hope that is not an issue. That's just life in the entertainment industry. It doesn't change the way I feel about you. I Love You, too."

"I was worried you didn't feel the way I did. I mean, the way I do," I corrected myself. "I thought we might just be having fun." 

"Oh, we are having fun, alright... but not only fun," she smiled and caressed my crotch with her small hand." I have had more 'fun' the last three weeks than I can count." 

Seventy-six times. But I kept that to myself. No calendar notations required. 

Eva's hand, and the realization that we were now officially a couple, were having an effect on me. She looked at her handiwork, then at me, licking her lips. She crawled across my lap and grabbed my head with both hands. Her lips and tongue attacked mine voraciously. I began to unbutton her blouse. Seconds later, it was off, and my hands gripped her breasts, thumbing her nipples to attention. She stood, and wiggled her ass at me, peeling her shorts down over her hips. 

I reefed my pants down. Her lips were on me in an instant, but she didn't stay long. Just long enough to lubricate me, before she turned away and grabbed the railing. I took a position behind her, and slipped into her. It was still quite light out, so we would be visible to anyone who happened to look, but she obviously didn't care. 

"Oh yes, darling! I need that cock in me now!" she whispered as I reached her cervix. "Yessssssssss!" I began a gentle rhythm, taking in the ocean view that paled in comparison to her ass. "Fuck me harder, darling. I need to cum desperately!" she said quietly, in a voice that was controlled and even. I did as requested, slamming her with longer, harder strokes. Her breathing became 'less controlled and even'. She was fucking back, driving her hips back against me. She had a death grip on the railing, and was hanging her head down. Her head came up and she hissed over her shoulder "I like the way my boobs feel, swinging in the open air!" Her head dropped again, then up again, "Ooooooooooooooo, the view of my tits bouncing is most exciting. I think I'm gonna cum soon." 

I pounded her. I could see the tension build, and felt her pussy get wetter, and hotter. She would reach her peak within seconds. 

Suddenly her head lurched up, throwing her hair wildly in an arc to land on her back. 

"Nnngggg... owwwwmyyyyyyy... godddddDDDDDDD!" she screamed. I held fast while she shuddered in delight. Her scream echoed off the nearby buildings, and heads below started to turn, searching for the source. From down there, she would have just been any hot, naked brunette, who just so happened to be getting fucked on a balcony. Her orgasm waned, and we heard a single person applauding in the not too distant area. Eva laughed and tried to cover herself, backing away as I withdrew from her wetness. 'Encore' the audience said, and the applause continued. Eva pivoted on her way into the suite, did a curtsey, and pulled the sliding door shut behind her. 

"Eva, you little exhibitionist you!" She hit me full force, knocking me over on the bed, and landing on top of me. Her mouth was on mine, ravenously searching for my tongue. Her hands were busy locating my hard cock. She found it right where she left it, and unceremoniously jammed it back into her cunt. She began to fuck herself vigorously. 

We kissed with a fury, moaning and hissing "I Love You" to each other. I grabbed her ass with both hands and rolled us in unison, reversing our positions neatly, without even pausing our oral assault on each other. Then I started to fuck her hard. She would probably be sore tomorrow, but for tonight, we had confessed our love for each other, and celebrations were in order. I was going to 'celebrate' her until she was begging me to stop. I felt her shudder again, and she moaned into my mouth. I slowed down a little, suddenly feeling guilty about potentially hurting her, even if it was consensual. I kept stroking into her vagina, just a bit more gently. It didn't seem to matter to Eva, because she was soon quivering through another orgasm. For the next twenty minutes, my only concern was pleasing her. I shafted her through four more orgasms, and by this time, she was a limp ragdoll beneath me. Her hair was matted with sweat. Her body was slick and shiny, with big beads of perspiration trickling into her cleavage. She was mumbling incoherently, and her breathing was laboured. She was wrecked. Mission accomplished. 

I pulled out of her and sprayed my load all over her chest and stomach. She moaned as the hot semen landed on her skin, and she tried to lift her head, but ended up just smiling with her eyes closed. 

I regained my senses and walked... actually, more like staggered... to the bathroom. I came back with two washcloths, one warm and one cool, and a towel. 

Eva's voice was quiet. "Hello? 911? I'd like to report an attempted murder," she paused, exhaling in a long blow, "My boyfriend just tried to fuck me to death." 

I took the cool washcloth and wiped her face gently. She groaned and smiled a dazed, exhausted smile. 

I bent to kiss her lips. "Boyfriend? I like the sound of that," I whispered into her ear. She smiled again. "You know, there's another term I like..."

"What would that be, darling?" she said dreamily, as I mopped the semen from her chest with the warm cloth. 

"Oh, you know it. It's French. Fiancé?" I was drying her now. 

Eva's eyes opened. "Really? You like that one? You know, it leads to another one. 'Husband'."

"I have no problem with that."

She pulled herself up wearily, and looked at me with those blue-gray soul searchers. "You know, Sweetheart, you don't need to propose just because I said 'I Love You'." 

"I know," I said, brushing the hair away from her eyes. "Just think about it, okay? I understand that it's a big step. But..." I shrugged, "I Love You!" I walked back into the bathroom. Eva looked pensive. 

"I have one question... " she called out, as I rinsed out the washcloths. 

"Go ahead..." I answered. 

"Do we invite the guy who was applauding us on the balcony?" 

Stunned, I came back to the bathroom door. Eva was sitting on the edge of the bed. The smile on her face nearly met on the back of her head. She arched one eyebrow. 

"Is that a 'yes'?" I asked, my heart suddenly pounding audibly. 

She just stared, and crooked her finger at me, beckoning me closer. I moved in silence, pausing in front of her. 

"Do it right," was all she said. 

It took me a few seconds to decipher her meaning. She sat there, looking up at me. I dropped to one knee, and took her hand in mine. 

"Eva Green... will you be my wife?" My voice trembled. 

I looked into her eyes. They were wet, but they smiled as much as her lips. It seemed to take forever. 

"Yes."



The Conquest of Janet



I was attracted to Janet the first time I saw her. Her husband Josh and I were classmates in graduate school. She and I first met at a social mixer five years ago. She had dirty blonde hair, long legs and full breasts. I remember going home that night falling asleep as I fantasized about her and tried to imagine what she looked like naked.

We had a large group of friends that would routinely get together for BBQs, holidays, birthdays and generally any excuse to have a party. Janet and I would always innocently flirt, but we never progressed beyond that.

It wasn't until Josh received an international job offer. The new position required him to move back east for a few months of training prior to shipping off overseas. Their kids were still in school so Janet had to stay behind, but planned to join him in the summer. I knew this small window was my last opportunity to see if Janet's innuendo was just playful banter or something more serious.

We hosted a big beach bonfire to officially send Josh on his way and say goodbye. Janet looked great as always. Toward the end of the evening as we were saying our goodbyes I told her to call me if she needed any help packing or moving.

"You never know when you'll need a man's touch around the house." I joked.

"That's very sweet of you to offer," she replied. "I'm sure I'll have a few things that will require your expertise."

Sure enough. Two weeks later Janet gave me a call and asked if I would swing by to help her carry a few large boxes down from the attic. I told her I would stop by on my way home from work.

I knocked on her door and she answered wearing a tight blouse and faded blue jeans. Her hair and makeup were neatly done. I went to kiss her on the cheek as she greeted me, but instead of turning her head to the side to offer her check, she actually turned into the kiss and our lips briefly touched. I felt a jolt of excitement run through me as I savored our embrace and she invited me inside. 

The boxes were easy to retrieve and we soon found ourselves in the kitchen. She offered me a beer and we continued to make small talk. 

As I finished up my second beer, I knew that I had to make my move. "I am so happy for you guys. What a great opportunity." I said. 

"Thanks. We are really excited about it, but we are going to miss good friends like you." She replied. 

"Yeah, I'm just bummed that I'll never get to see you naked." I mused with a sly smile. 

"What?" she replied looking a little flush. 

"Well we always joked that you were going to come after me if anything ever happened to Josh and I am sure you have felt the sexual tension as much as I have. I guess I was hoping that someday things with us would progress a little further." I continued.  

"To be quite honest, I have felt the sexual build up between us." She replied. 

I interrupted. "Let me ask you something – now be honest...have you ever fantasized about me while you masturbated?" I asked. I knew from the sheepish smile on her face the answer was yes before she replied. "Of course, she said. I just never thought about taking it further and wasn't sure how you really felt. In fact, this whole conversation is a little surreal for me." 

"Well I think we would be doing a huge disservice to ourselves if we didn't do a little exploration before you left." I urged. 

"I am not sure I can do that. What if Josh found out?" she wondered. 

"What if we just took off our clothes and looked at each other naked. That wouldn't be any different then Josh going to a strip club. Right?" I prodded knowing that she was well aware of his frequent trips to the nearby clubs.

"I am not sure it's quite the same, but if you promise to never tell anyone – I mean you have to take this to your grave – we can run upstairs real quick and 'explore' without touching." 

"Deal!" I shouted as I jumped out of my chair and quickly followed her up the stairs to the master bedroom. We were the only ones home, but she locked the door behind us anyway.

"So how do you want to do this? Should we just strip or do you want to take turns?" I asked. 

"How about we take turns – one piece of clothing at a time." She replied.

"Ladies first." I motioned toward her.

She slowly started undoing the buttons on her blouse and slid it off. Her pink nipples were barely visibly as they stuck out over the top of her white lace bra. I pulled off my t-shirt and let it drop casually to the floor. My naturally hairy chest was groomed nicely.

"I love a man that does a little 'manscaping'." She cooed.

"You ain't seen nothing yet." I smiled back motioning toward the growing bulge in my pants.

She then reached behind her. Unsnapped her bra and let it drop; exposing her nice full breasts. She cupped each of them with her hands and said shyly, "Sorry they're a little saggy. Breastfeeding three kids has taken its toll. They aren't as perky as they used to be."

"They're beautiful," I replied. Taking in every detail of her silver-dollar sized areolas. I noticed her left breast was slightly larger than her right. Regardless, I just wanted to hold and suck them both.

I started to unbutton my pants. My cock was already hard with anticipation and was clearly visible through my underwear. There was a small wet spot where the tip of my rod was pressing against the fabric.

"Looks like somebody's excited," she teased.

She quickly pulled her pants down and adjusted her black satin panties. Despite her efforts, I could easily see her hairy bush poking out from each side.

She had hardly finished removing her pants when I slid my underwear off. My hard, erect cock pointing directly at her. "Wow, I knew you would have a great looking cock," she complimented.

"Now its time to see that beautiful pussy of yours," I echoed. My loins burning with anticipation.

She easy slid her panties off revealing her hairy pussy. "Sorry she is a little unkept. I haven't really trimmed her since Josh left." She apologized.

"I like the all-natural look. Why don't you lie on the bed and spread your legs?" I asked.

She sidled over the edge of the bed and sat down slowly. As she leaned back against the pile of pillows she threw her right leg out exposing her beautiful pink folds. She reached down with her left hand and spread he lips apart revealing her swollen labia. I stared intently as I slowly stroked my cock up and down.

"I would kill to suck on those lips." I gasped. 

"We said we were only going to look. No touching." She countered.

"I know. I know." I begrudged. "What if we just lay next to each other for a little bit?"

"Ok, but no touching." She warned. 

I positioned myself along side her, but laid the opposite way so my head was near her snatch and my cock was pointing right in her face – both of us on our sides. I leaned in to get a closer look. I could see her lips were a little moist which begged me to play with them.

I slowly started to rub her knee with my finger. She adjusted slightly spreading her legs open wider. I was just about ready to take a chance and touch her pussy when I felt her grab my cock and slowly lick its tip with her tongue. 

"I get a taste if you do." I whined. I didn't even wait for a response as I buried my head between her legs and began licking her sweet folds. She let out a soft moan as I stuck my tongue deep inside her pussy. I brushed her dark brown bush to the side and tickled her clit with my tongue as I slowly worked her wet hole with my finger.

By this time she has taken my whole head inside her mouth and was rhythmically stroking me up and down as she sucked me deeper and deeper.

I refocused my attention and took her entire clit and upper labia into my mouth and began to suck passionately as I messaged her folds with my tongue. My pace quickened as I added a second finger to her juicy pussy.

I could feel her pussy pulsate around my fingers and she contracted tightly and let out a soft moan. She stopped working my cock and laid there with her eyes closed focusing intently on the tingles shooting through her body.

"Make me cum." She moaned. 

"Not yet." I said as I repositioned myself to have better access to her swollen, wet box. I spread her apart widely with my fingers and buried my tongue deep inside her – her juices tasting so sweet. I began working my fingers once again and massaged her clit with my tongue as I pushed in and out. My entire hand was wet at this point as she continued to roll her hips toward my finger thrusts.

She arched her back and grabbed her breasts. I felt her pussy clamp down hard on my fingers again and then her body went into orgasmic convulsions as she grunted and moaned. I slowed my paced and gently flicked her hyper-sensitive clit with my tongue – each one sending a shiver through her body. 

"I want to be inside you so badly." I breathed. 

"We can't." She groaned.

"What if I just lay on top of you? We can just grind without penetration." I countered.

"Ok. Just for a bit." She relented.

She slowly parted her legs and I laid between them. I laid there motionless at first – just taking in the warmth of her breasts against my chest and feeling her hot, wet folds press against my throbbing unit.

I slowly started to move my hips and she closed her eyes and moaned as I ground my hard shaft against her. I looked her in the eyes as I made long strokes up and down – the length of my shaft rubbing against her smooth, wet slit.

I hesitated slightly and then kissed her passionately. She pulled me closer – one hand on my shoulder the other clutching my ass tightly.

When our lips parted she whispered, "You can stick it in once if you promise to pull it right out." 

She didn't have to ask me twice. In one fluid motion I rocked my hips back so that the tip of my cock was against her wet lips. I pressed inward and my thick shaft easily penetrated her and my balls slammed into her ass. We both moaned loudly. I laid there motionless feeling her soft pussy envelop my throbbing cock.

"Do you really want me to pull it out?" I asked as I rocked my hips back and forth. She grabbed me by the back of the neck and kissed me long and deep. Before we finished our kiss I was thrusting forcefully in and out. 

"Fuck me," she groaned, "oh, fuck me. That's it baby. Just like that."

"I've wanted to fuck you since the first day I saw you." I confessed as I pounded my cock into to her quivering pussy. The sound of her wet pussy was getting louder with each pump of my hips.

I could feel my orgasm building and my rod stiffened. "You're going to make me cum." I moaned. 

"Pull out and cum in my mouth." She exclaimed.

I could feel it building in my legs as I got closer with each push. Slamming in and out of her. Then I jumped up with my cock in my hand guiding it into her waiting mouth. I released a large squirt which hit her in the face as she was taking my cock inside her mouth. She thirstily sucked down the rest as I dumped a huge load. 

"Umm." She moaned as she wiped her mouth and face.

I laid down next to her – both of us catching our breath. 

"So much for no penetration." She laughed.

"I know. I know. But I have to say that was pretty fucking amazing. Better than I thought it would be." I replied.

"You can never tell anyone about this. Promise me." She begged.

"I promise." I said. "But since this is our last time I think we should do it once more before I leave – this time doggy style."

"Seriously?" she asked looking down and seeing that my cock was still rock hard. "Josh has never been able to keep it up after he cums. I am impressed" she remarked.

She immediately rolled over onto her hands and knees. I positioned myself behind her and lowered her hips slightly so that the angle was just right.

I reach between her legs and slowly guided myself inside once again. I buried my cock to its hilt and gently ground my hips against her. 

"I've never felt anything that deep before. You are so deep." She moaned.

I reached around with my other hand and slowly began to rub her clit. Her pussy instantly clinched and a shutter ran through her body. "Softly, she's still a little sensitive." She cautioned.

I lightened my touch and slowly began to move in and out. She rocked back and forth to coincide with my rhythm. I increased my cadence and started thrusting harder. I could see her face in the dresser mirror across the room. Her eyes were shut and her mouth was open. She bit her lip as I pounded her harder.

Her body tightened and she arched her back once again as another orgasm pulsed through her sending her into convulsions again. I was close behind as I shot another huge load – this time deep inside her.

I collapsed on top of her and we both fell onto the bed – breathing in sync without saying a word. I rolled off of her and lay there beside her with one hand on her ass, rubbing it gently.

"Thanks hon." I gasped in between breaths.

"Thank you," she said. Rolling over and kissing me on the shoulder as she got up to go to the bathroom.

We slowly dressed and walked downstairs.

I turned as I was walking out the door, "You were amazing. Thanks for making my fantasy come true." I said.

"That was quite honestly one of the best lays I have ever had," she replied. "You've certainly given me something to remember."

She gave me a hug and kiss on the cheek. I turned and walked down the sidewalk toward my car. 

I think about that day often and wonder if she thinks about that night as much as I do. Hopefully she'll come back to visit and I can ask her.



The Conquest Pt. 01: Fay



Based on a true story (all participants are fictional and 18+ as are all characters in the sorry even if unspecified).

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I sat opposite my Latin teacher, and I started noticing things. The small details - and the big ones. She was in her 20s maybe and she had her mildly ginger hair out, and it was flicked to the side every so often by a thin hand. She had a perfect complexion except for a few very light freckles.

As for her body, she was sitting, but I knew it well enough already. : I admit that I do time to time "check her out". At the moment she wore a very small feminine black trench coat which was zipped down do you could just see the crack of her breasts. 

I had to say, all in all, taking into account body, face, and fashion, Miss Fay was the hottest teacher, woman even, I ever had the pleasure of meeting.

"Qwert?" I somehow like how she always mispronounces my name.

My name: Qwert. A common name surprisingly. I brought my eyes away from her chest and up to her face yet I wasn't sure what I loved more.

"Yes?"

"Are you listening?"

"Of course." - she then spoke about some Mycenaean warfare and I nodded and smiled.

The room was mostly filled with lined desks, it was a private boys-only school and though not the richest, still had some wealthy feel of it. I spoke with her over the front row of tables.

"Alright, I think now would be a good time to explain." She spoke with a sudden serious/devious look... if that's possible.

"Ok," I smirked, "please, explain."

"Well," she smoothly reached under the table and grabbed my penis, it was erect in milliseconds, "every year, the school carefully chooses one boy to undergo a 2 week course."

I stared at her wide eyed and starstruck as she churned my cock through my trousers.

"In this course, you will fuck a teacher on each night, until the grand finale."

"What's the catch?" I was proud of myself for making such a smart witted comment.

"Firstly, you must keep this a secret, especially from other students." That seemed reasonable.

"Secondly, you may not cum at all during this 2 week period, until the last Saturday." It actually shattered me, what was the point in this if I couldn't get pleasure myself? Wait, what is the point of this altogether?!

"And thirdly, the teacher can do anything...She...Likes...To...You..."

Woah.

"It's Monday today, you will fuck every night until Friday, you must not cum during the weekend, and you'll start again on the next Monday until the grand finale on Saturday." I grimaced as she churned my dick with such ferocity.

"What's...the grand...finale...?"

"That's a surprise." She said slyly as she leaned into me for a kiss, now swapping hands to play with my dick. Her tongue attacked mine and dominated my mouth. But it was sweet.

She broke the kiss, removed her hand from me, and looked me in eyes.

"Fuck me."

I leapt over the table and put her body against mine as we kissed hotly. I pushed her against a white board.

I tried for her jacket but she pushed me away, I stood once again shocked as she slowly took her jacket down her arms and let it drop on the floor. What was revealed was a sexy black and purple polka dot Victoria Secret bra. All the while keeping her eyes on me.

Maybe I hadn't emphasised Miss Fay's body enough, her legs were perfect, her breasts were really quite big when in their full glory, and she was a goddess, one to make Aphrodite cry.

She knelt down and slowly undid my pants, what was revealed was a 9 inch cock that swung out to hit her mouth.

"Well, the school made a very good choice, didn't they?" Miss Fay purred.

Just her touch of my base almost killed me, it was my teacher, my fucking Latin teacher, whipping out my cock to please herself. 

She tapped my great head with her tongue. She tapped again. And then again. 

She started to encircle my tip with her tip. Until she slowly moved down into a point when her mouth touched it. She slowly enveloped my dick, going up the bone, very slowly passing the head, and then her mouth was full.

She quickly pulled her head back, and just as quickly shoved her face back into it. She did so again, quickening.

My teacher was face fucking me. And it felt fucking amazing.

Miss Fay soon pushed her boundaries and began deep throating, moving her face so that her nose felt my body.

My teacher was deepthroating me.

And it felt fucking amazing.

"I'm...going to...cum..." I (again proud of my smart wit) pointed out.

And she suddenly pulled her face out and punched me. Before I could grimace, she was onto my mouth again. As we turned around so she was at the wall again, my shirt was ripped off.

I dipped my hand down into her wetly lustful pussy with one hand, and fondled her left tit with the other. She moaned and moaned.

After a minute of kissing, fondling and fingering, she pushed me onto a desk, I immediately got up, picked her up, and put her on the desk. Spreading her legs out, I shoved my wet dick into her cunt and we fucked.

Back and forth I humped her as she came unto a climax.

"Oh shit, Qwert! Oh god oh fuck fuck me!" She screamed.

She soon came into a second orgasm, and then a third as we fucked. I had still not came, but I felt to be very very close.

But at the third she climbed away, soon standing to my level. Our hot naked bodies stood centimetres away. I stared into her moonlit eyes, supposing she does the same. 

She lightly kissed me.

"Thank you." She smiled slyly and swung her hips as she left the room.



The Conquests of Samson: The Madam



This story recounts one of the many conquests of Samson, the most accomplished rakehell of medieval times. Describing our hero requires few words: "There are men. And then there is Samson." If you can picture a man with the charm of Casanova, a physique that would intimidate the Incredible Hulk, and a phallus to put John Holmes to shame, you now know Samson.

For those of you who have not read his erotic memoirs, Samson is not so much a character as a mental condition suffered by Lord Farallon. Farallon is a schizophrenic knight of great abilities whose ambitions are constantly thwarted by his erotic desires that manifest themselves in the alter ego of Samson.

Samson is 350 pounds of solid muscle and monolithic id. He completely dominates Farallon who only makes brief appearances as his nagging conscience. Though feral and impulsive, Samson is honorable. The noble savage sincerely loves women but only can express his feelings through his primal urges. Because his goodwill manifests itself in a covetable talent for pleasuring women into cross-eyed oblivion, many females tolerate his rakish ways and some even consider him a friend.

We now join our hero in Amstelland (Amsterdam) where the penniless paramour plans to participate in an annual jousting tournament...

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Samson rode into town late in the afternoon. The city had not seen a battle in centuries but it had a gatehouse to weed out undesirables such as our hero.

"Name," asked the guard, eying the stranger with suspicion as he dismounted his palfrey. 

"Thundercock" he answered without batting an eye. He sometimes used that alias when traveling incognito. Favored courtesans also used the name as a sobriquet for his legendary equipment. Samson wore a fake beard and tied his long hair back in a ponytail that was concealed under the hood of his cloak.

"What is the purpose of your visit?"

"I work in the plumbing trade. I came here to lay some pipe."

To Farallon's relief, the bureaucrat did not catch his suggestive remark. He simply rolled his eyes and motioned him through the gates. Samson quickly remounted and galloped away lest the guard have any second thoughts.

While his shoddy disguise got him past the gatehouse, Samson did not know how much longer he could travel undetected in the crowded thoroughfares. Everywhere the familiar faces of past lovers drifted past his gaze. If only they knew... But surely one of them would recognize the superlative stud behind the beard. Farallon caught him winking at various girls several times but he restrained Samson from calling out their names. A willing wench could be found any night but the tourney came only once a year. Farallon would never forgive him if the magistrate booted them out of town before the joust.

Samson had some lancing ideas of his own but Farallon forced him to make a beeline for the jousting pavilion to scrounge equipment. Like most tournaments, weapons and armor could be rented to contestants on the day before the competition. Although most knights of distinction would have brought their own gear, Samson had pawned it long ago for drink. As he made his was to the city center, Jonah slowed from a gallop to a canter to a trot to a halt. The winding lanes were clogged with layabouts and roustabouts. Street vendors hawked their goods. Beggars shook their cups. Pickpockets studied their marks. Provincials gawked in wonder at the scene. Samson cursed under his breath.

By the time they reached the pavilion, Samson could obtain little more than a spare vambrace, a banner and shield whose respective coats of arms almost matched, and a rusty lance. Worst of all, the quartermaster told him he had to supply his own armor. With not a dozen gold coins to his name, even a used set of chainmail was beyond his means. Fortunately, Amstelland possessed one of the largest marketplaces for military equipment in Europe. A freelance could obtain nearly anything he wanted. However, ten gold coins would barely fetch a helmet. Crossed arms and shaken heads met him at every turn, his offers met with silence or outright laughter.

Unable to procure an affordable suit of mail, his attention began to wander among the desiderata hanging in the stalls. A new saddle blanket for Jonah would be nice. Or, perhaps, a gold bracelet for a favored wench. Roses had just come in season as well. He could certainly part with a few coppers for some flowers. T'was a pity to always meet his lovers empty-handed. If only he did not need to buy that damned armor!

As he walked past Isaac's stall, a most intriguing curio caught his eye. Velveteen breeches were hard to come by, especially for a six-and-a-half foot tall barbarian. And that embroidery! Knights and dragons fought in patterned battles of golden lace, the entire melee framed with a sable fringe running up and down the inseams. The garment would have suited a pasha at leisure in his seraglio. In reality, Isaac explained a sideshow giant had sold them off after he quit a traveling circus. The previous owner cleared seven feet. Samson's trunk-thick thighs stretched even the baggiest trousers skintight but the garment fit him like a glove. He would just have to have the waistline taken in a couple inches. Meanwhile, a belt would hold them up just fine. Best of all, the capacious crotch left ample room for his organ to breathe. Tailors did not sew pants for men hung like Samson.

Surely, such an obscure bauble would never fetch a decent price. Nonetheless, Isaac drove a hard bargain. Samson negotiated with him respectfully. Jews never bothered him. They were outsiders just like he was.

"You give usury a bad name. Who would throw away good money on that worthless rag?"

"If you don't want it, don't buy it. Ten gold ones and I'll throw in a belt."

Hell and damnation! He forgot about the belt. A rope would look ridiculous with such finery. Isaac took out a handsome one with a brass buckle from under the counter. Samson reluctantly dug into his pockets. The purchase would take him down to his last penny but what a dashing figure he would cut for the ladies tomorrow in such flamboyant attire!

Though Farallon assumed Samson had squandered the money on impulse, his decision formed part of a larger scheme he had invented a few minutes earlier. A seasoned litigant in the labyrinthine codes of jousting, Samson knew the Heilbronn Ordinances, followed by most tournament societies of Northern Europe, did not require the wearing of armor. However, few participants would be so foolish as to compete without protection.

However, besides an instinctive taste for risk, Samson had always specialized in offensive tactics and his increased mobility in the field could play a decisive advantage. Save for an adamantine codpiece or a breechclout of wolfhide, he preferred to fight naked in the battlefield. Further, even if he had been able to obtain a suit of armor by some miracle, he would need to hire a smithy to enlarge the confining codpiece. Though the Chronicles never dwelled upon such earthy matters, an itchy pair of balls tested the resolve of even the greatest fighter.

Samson left the market with only a handful of coppers clinking in the silk-lined pockets of his new breeches. His wandering feet soon brought him to the German Quarter. Most called it the "sin district." The rogue called it "home." If a man wanted to drink, hear a ribald song, place a wager, or find female companionship, he had found the right place. The wencher often frequented that precinct and knew the familiar streets.

Samson's feet began to ache. Not a coin for new boots, of course...

"Brilliant!" muttered Farallon, following close on his heels like a stubborn shadow. "You squandered our last pennies on junk. Now how do you plan to pay for the inn tonight?"

Samson figured Farallon would show up sooner or later. His purchase must have infuriated him.

"And don't start babbling about the Heilbronn ordinances. Even if we can still join the tourney, you will get cut to pieces!"

Samson did not find much comfort in his willful vulnerability either. The blunted coronel of a lance could not pierce chainmail but it would slice flesh into ribbons. He was running the risks of a genuine battle just to perform in a tourney.

"Armor is for sissies!" he laughed. "A real man can take a hit and keep on fighting." 

"If you cannot act like a soldier, can't you at least dress like one?

"You know how I feel about armor, Farallon. Neither love nor war are places for clothing."

Farallon sighed in exasperation. They had argued about battlefield attire a million times before. It was futile to complain. They proceeded in silence.

Samson could tell by the setting sun that he had been walking for a very long time. He appreciated Farallon's longing for accommodations. They had not enjoyed a decent night of sleep for days. Even the red glow behind the windows of the whorehouses oozed a sense of cozy domesticity. The happy thought of a familiar face leaning out of a window and beckoning him to her bedroom played through his mind. Unfortunately, his disguise concealed his identity rather nicely. Samson paused for a moment before one of the cleaner brothels to reflect upon his prospects.

"No, never." growled Farallon. "I will not be humiliated. You promised never to try that act again! Ever!"

Samson had given Farallon his word but only did so because the trick never worked anyway. At the moment, however, he had nothing to lose. Twisting his expression into a mask of grief, he boldly approached the door and knocked. The door opened a crack.

"What is your business?" barked the madam.

"Kind woman," he began, "I beg of your assistance. I carry a tale of woe. I am a simple man unfamiliar with the ways of the city. Please let me rest my weary feet in your home for a brief moment and I will tell you of my troubles." 

He pushed his way through the door and she let him in reluctantly.

"A gang of brigands waylaid me on the highway last night. I have lost everything. I have no food. Nothing."

"What of it?" she scowled.

The woman scrutinized his gaudy circus pants. His story rang as false as a lead coin. Whoever he was, a gang of brigands would have thought twice of robbing the towering brute. He barely could fit through the doorway.

"I beg of you. Please allow me just one night's hospitality in your hostel." 

"You must be kidding," she hissed. "Do you think I run an orphanage here?"

"Be not cross," smiled Samson with the most charming grin he could muster, "I know how hard it must be for a lady to run such an establishment. The long hours. The rude guests. Always waiting for a knock from the gendarmes. Yet I see a glimmer of kindness in your gaze. Maybe we could talk upstairs. I will soothe your temper."

Her clit began to twitch. No one had done Madame Astoria the honor of an indecent proposal in years. She could not deny the fellow tickled her vanity. Madame certainly wouldn't let him go down on her with that scraggly beard but she had a thing for men with broad shoulders. The lady also wondered what else he was hiding underneath that cloak. Of course, like many mature women, pragmatism and economic opportunity had eclipsed her carnal urges to some degree.

"Your concern touches my heart. Of course, there is still the matter of payment."

"It will not cost you a bit, my ladyship."

To seal the bargain, Samson took her by the hand, lowered his breeches and unfurled his lengthy organ into her palm. After Madame Astoria had a few seconds to register his impudence, she slapped him across the face so hard her own hand stung from the blow.

"You dirty son of a bitch! Here's what I think of your offer!"

Madame Astoria grabbed him by the balls and squeezed them with all of her might. A normal man would have doubled over in pain and begged for mercy. Of course, there were men and then there was Samson. The dashing rogue had literal balls of steel. Each gonad weighed over a pound and anyone who had the audacity to kick him in the nuts usually stubbed their toe in the attempt. Samson had been blessed with a miraculous set of testes. Not surprisingly, they were huge, like a pair of chicken eggs, but surprisingly small in relation to his torrential ejaculations.

Each of his testicles could hold up to a pint of sperm. Under normal atmospheric conditions, they would have swelled to grotesque dimensions. However, the streamlined design of his genitalia prevented any potential encumbrances when he fucked. Like miniature boilers, his testicular vessels stored his seed under very high pressure. Thick layers of smooth muscle encased the twin engines of masculinity, compressing his seminal fluid to gauge pressures of up to 60 bars. As a result, Samson's balls were incredibly dense and possessed the strength, weight, and consistency of lead.

During climax, his gonadotropic muscles tensed and relaxed in an erotic form of peristalsis. The release of testicular pressure caused spunk to rocket up his blastpipe at blinding speed. A female actually could feel his tool lurch inside her pussy with each internal contraction. Propelled by the superstud's Herculean pubic musculature, the charge geysered out of his blowhole with enough force to hit ceilings and knock over vases.

Though impervious to pain, his manfruit were ultra-erogenous. Naturally, he loved for them to be licked, sucked, and fondled. Lovers could play with rough with them too. The libertine encouraged squeezing, yanking, and biting. While girly men fretted over their precious family jewels, Samson almost flaunted his lack of that age-old vulnerability. Accordingly, Madame's groping of his nutsack began to excite him. His trusty rod snapped to attention, pointing at her with brazen intensity. Despite her fury, Madame Astoria could not fail to admire his endowment. She instinctively appraised his specimen, hefting the shaft up and down a couple times to measure its weight. Several pounds! She wrapped her thumb and forefinger around its girth. They didn't touch! She had known many men in her vocation and he clearly had no equal. Madame tenderly ran her hand over the shaft in awe.

"Ye Gods, you are hung like Samson!"

"Lady, I am Samson!" laughed the rogue as he lifted the hood of his cloak. A silky wealth of midnight locks cascaded down his back, almost reaching to his waist. He tore off his beard and swept her into his arms. "Now that we have been properly introduced, let's find a bed."

Upstairs, Samson eagerly stripped the strumpet and had her flat on her back within two minutes. Though time dimmed her beauty, Madame must have been the queen of the brothel in her day. She had a pair of legs that ran up to her chin, thighs to crack walnuts, and hips that spun like a windmill in a whirlwind.

While Samson never worked as a male courtesan professionally, he did not refuse an occasional customer. In fact, he had a long list of clients that included some of the most powerful noblewomen and wealthiest widows on the Continent. Since his name carried the taint of scandal, he acted very discreetly when giving a royal performance and never bragged about his client list of "size" queens. Many of his lovers compensated him generously and some even offered their protection when he fell afoul of the law. If it had not been for his boundless promiscuity, the premium gigolo could have made a fortune under a dowager's patronage.

While Farallon was predictably disgusted with a man selling his body, Samson rather enjoyed making love to a paying customer every once in a while. As long as his partner did not force him to do things against his will, one cunt felt about as good as another. The pleasure of her pleasure, the joy of her joy always inspired an impassioned performance in the end. And if he found his patroness distasteful, he only had to close his eyes and imagine a buxom wench in her place.

Although some thought it strange he would devote so much passion and energy to his clientele, a lady's pleasure was more than a matter of money to Samson. It was a matter of honor. According to the chivalric code prescribed by the Order of the Black Braguette, once the threshold of the boudoir had been crossed, a knight could not leave a lady's bedside until she had been thoroughly satisfied. The penalty of violation was immediate expulsion.

Even though Samson was the founder and chairman of this Order, he had been unable to amend the bylaws at the yearly convocation, usually held at a large brothel with an advisory council of wenches, whores, and other loose women. Samson lobbied long and hard to change the "satisfaction clause" last year. What if he had a sudden migraine? Or the woman turned out to be a man? Such events were rare but not impossible. However, his advisors had protested vigorously against changing the law and even threatened to delay the postconvocational orgy until he withdrew his complaint.

To Samson's dismay, Madame Astoria was one of the few women over the past year who challenged his enforcement of the satisfaction clause. The procuress maintained a professional demeanor common to women of her trade. Although he knew the wench almost came at least six or seven times, she never let on to the fact that she was getting reamed by a human stallion. Not even Samson would get the better of Madame Astoria! There was no way she'd let his head get as big as his dick. Of course, she knew by his "cocksure" introduction that both were large enough already.

The ladykiller suspected she held back and it piqued his vanity. Any man could take a woman to bed. But for Samson, a conquest was not a conquest until the wenchmaster left the bedroom of an utterly ravaged, panting, orgasmic love slave. He liked when they begged, when they cried, and especially when they passed out. Though one might have faulted our hero for his narcissism, no woman had ever begrudged him a ten-minute climax.

Madame Astoria had very precise reasons for resisting the rogue. No one in her profession could have been unaware of Samson. The rake had a very diabolical and effective method for claiming a brothel. Not even the most jaded courtesan would dare ask him for payment. Getting fucked by Samson was its own reward. However, their employers generally took a dim view of such charity. The harem-league hedonist had cheated whorehouses out of ridiculous sums of money over the years. Many strumpets turned over their earnings to Samson just to keep him in their beds. Having become a notorious bane of the skin trade, the ladykiller arrived at an obvious solution. He fucked the madam in return for getting the keys to her bordello.

Madame had no interest in such an arrangement. Since the procuress shared her profits generously with the staff, turning away clientele on the eve of the joust would be a financial disaster. Though Samson did not specifically request any bordello to shut down during his stay, his disruptive presence made closure a foregone conclusion. She knew of several establishments in Amstelland that had learned this fact the hard way.

There were only three types of hookers in a whorehouse patronized by Samson. The first group consisted of those waiting to fuck him. They would be excitable, distracted and reluctant to service any customer since an engagement could mean missing a steamy session with the superstud. Every girl was on call when Samson visited. The second group consisted of those he already fucked. They would be too sore and exhausted to work. The third group consisted of his chosen bedmates for the hour. Samson naturally acted like a stud in a candy store and gleefully gorged himself on as many strumpets as could fit in his bed.

A common practice in whoremongering involved leading several prospective candidates into the parlor so a customer could choose a companion for the night. Anyone foolish enough to dangle such temptations before the wenchmaster discovered he would seize all of the booty in sight. The bodice-ripping barbarian could speed strip five girls in under three minutes. In four minutes, his fingers, tongue, and cock would be buried in gash. In six minutes, they would be screaming out his name in orgasmic delight. Samson moved so swiftly in some brothels that he never made it to the bedroom for the first couple hours. He just stacked the girls on the couch and fucked them.




The Conquests of Samson: The Madam



Even if the madam moved him to a bedroom, he rarely would stay there for long. The alpha stud acted like he owned the place. His manner invariably offended the other patrons. Whorehouses were a proving ground for masculinity in the most primal, personal sense. Accordingly, most men did not enjoy the ego-popping sight of a naked, musclebound Adonis parading through the halls with two sluts slung over either shoulder and a third impaled on his giant cock as he searched for more girls to fuck. More often than not, he would invite the customer's companion to join him, leaving the jealous john in search of a refund. Some bordellos tried to confine him to the upper floor but just the deafening noise of his debauchery proved unsettling. Even the coldest courtesan had to feign a modicum of enthusiasm with a paying customer but the racket of multiple females enjoying real orgasms struck a humbling contrast to the sexual fumblings of an amateur amoroso.

Madame Astoria got a perverse thrill out of frustrating the rake's urge to pleasure her. He probably thought she would be an easy mark. Why would a legendary playboy have taken a mature woman with so many younger, prettier hussies at his beck and call? She heard the stories and, more likely than not, they were true. He was just as big as her girlfriends claimed. And so would be the price of seduction. An ordinary gigolo would just take a payment and leave. But Samson would not leave. Not until he screwed every girl employed in her establishment. Madame resented his cavalier attitude. No man would get the best of her!

After a solid hour of pounding her, Samson slowed his rut to converse with his lover. He had thawed quite a few frigid frauen in his time but madam had quite a tough pussy to crack.

"What's the problem, lady?" he whispered into her ear. "Don't you understand you're getting fucked by Samson?"

She looked away in contempt.

"Are you not into guys? I have a lot of girlfriends that would be happy to join us if you liked that kind of thing."

"What do you want?" she sneered finally.

"Like I told you, I just need a place to sleep tonight. I haven't slept in a bed for three days!"

"What else? You could have chosen a nicer establishment."

Actually, Samson did not have so many options. He burnt every other brothel in town. The rogue suddenly realized the source of her concern. He hadn't lied. All he wanted was a warm bed and a warm pussy at that moment.

"I just want you to let go," he murmured. "Don't be afraid. Sure, I could have taken any woman this afternoon but, right now, you are that woman."

The Lothario's words just struck the perfect balance between tenderness and truth.

Madame accepted a tentative kiss on the lips, a privilege seldom granted to customers. Assured he could take liberties, Samson leaned down and started to french his voluptuous courtesan while not missing a single love beat in the process. Madame was so excited that she did not really kiss back but merely let her jaws hang open so that Samson could have his way with her gaping maw. Samson extended his tongue and pumped it in and out of her mouth in rhythm with his thrusts.

"Jesus Christ!" she thought. The ladykiller must have had a nine-inch tongue. It was bigger than most cocks! Had he not been fucking her to cross-eyed oblivion with his huge dick already, she would have demanded cunnilingus on the spot.

There was complete silence in the bedroom as they kissed. The smell of sex hung over the bed as thick as fog. Madame lie frozen on her back, a cry of anguish and pleasure contorting the features of her face as the tension built in her loins. Every muscle in her body wound tight as Samson's massive cock hovered outside her pussy like a mighty anaconda of lust, poised to strike its prey. She lay open and prone underneath him, flesh goosepimpled and trembling. Waves of pleasure were washing over her and her mind floated in a sea of dizziness. The room spun in dark circles as the ladykiller plunged his rod back inside once more.

"No," she thought as she tried to hold back the flood. "Never!"

But she knew it was too late. It began small, like a tiny trickle, and the trickle became a flow, gushing through her body. The orgasm shook her like a long, slow volcanic eruption. It started as he slowly drove his spike between her thighs and continued in one long, excruciating climax as he sank deeper and deeper and deeper into her body. Her toes curled, her hips jerked into the air as she convulsed. Tears squeezed from the corners of her eyes and streamed down her cheeks. Her head tipped back and her mouth stretched wide open until her gritting teeth were plain to see. She could feel his thundering prick deep in her bones.

Her scream was breathless and absolute and loud as any scream Samson had ever summoned from a maiden. And before she had time to catch her breath another one hit her even harder. His iron grip of pleasure seized her body, her mind, and perhaps her very fate. 

"Harder, Samson! Make me come!" she blurted out spontaneously. "It's free for you. Real men don't have to pay for it. Just keep fucking me, you son of a bitch!"

Another explosion began to build -- a huge one. And, this time, the fuse seemed to burn forever. The prelude just grew and grew until blood thudded her ears and the room began to spin. The climax felt different from anything she had ever known, growing so tremendous that it scared her. At first, Madame felt only the vague outline of it, a deep tremor that rattled her bones. But she knew that it would ravage her like a hurricane. Samson wanted just that. She knew it with grim certainty. The bodice-ripper wanted her total submission and nothing less would satisfy his rapacious lust.

Madame wanted to resist him but she also wanted to give in. As they continued to fuck, something in her body snapped, flinging off her last bind of inhibition. The tension in her groin seemed to melt, her legs relaxed and spread a little wider, her mouth softened slightly, her chest stopped fluttering and settled into a steady heaving. She felt herself open like a flower, a willing vessel for his masculine abundance.

The seasoned harlot let out a small gurgled moan as she felt the tiniest hint of that dreaded climax emerge like the tail of a leviathan skimming the surface of the sea. Madame dared not breathe. She never felt so vulnerable or helpless. Her emotions were in complete turmoil as his love python plunged deeper and deeper into her molten core. Through clouded eyes, the lustlorn lass gazed into his smoldering visage. He wore an evil grin, knowing full well she could not resist him.

The huge invader began to push against her cervix. Samson had not pressed the issue previously but now he wanted her womb. The conquest would be achieved by stealth. Because his love muscle stretched her sheathe almost twofold, it could register even the slightest vaginal twitch or spasm. His sex organ was also a sense organ, allowing him to probe female sexual response to a very precise degree. Even if a girl had found herself in the unimaginable situation of faking an orgasm with Samson, he would not have been fooled. The giant-cocked gigolo could detect gynecological phenomena unknown to even the woman herself. Accordingly, he felt a series of deep pelvic contractions that foreshadowed a monster cum. Samson knocked his knob against the door to her uterus, riding the rhythm of her contractions, synchronizing them with his little love shoves. The harmonization of movements caused the contractions to spread throughout her vaginal cavity. The sexual prodigy had decoded her body language and was now using it for his own ends.

"Nnn...Uhh" she grunted with clenched teeth. The love champion was about to win the marathon.

Her back was arched, her neck bent back so that her weight rested equally on her ass and on her head. Her breasts pointed upward and back, the ripe nipples hardening into thorns. Madame cupped her breasts and pinched the blood-charged spikes in astonishment. No man ever had stiffened her nipples like that.

The orgasm that was buried within her, beneath the countless layers of locks and safeguards in the most intimate part of her soul, began to emerge. She was passing the point of no return. The temptation of bliss led her to the abyss like a dark magnet. The closer she got, the harder she felt the pull.

"Oh.. my... God.... Please....You're killing me..."

"Please....." 

"God..yes..it's so good..." she gasped between her teeth.

Her hips surged and rolled, fucking him back. Slowly, ever so slowly, her hands slid from her breasts, up, up past her lips, past her hair and stretched over her head, locking together in a show of submission. With a thrust strong enough to drive the air from her lungs, Samson connected with the very deepest part of her body and soul.

"Please.....YES! YES! OH MY GOD, YES!"

In one instant she made the decision. She wanted to get fucked with everything that was coming to her. She wanted to explode from the feeling. The muscles of her groin clamped down on his rod, crushing it with all her might, but Samson's hard, tumescent flesh was completely unyielding and the mighty sceptre forged ahead. He now occupied her womb.

"OH..FUCK ME! TAKE ME! FUCK..FUCK...PLEASE..." her voice was rising in pitch, ringing out like a bell.

Samson started drilling her, grinding his powerful hips against her completely open body. The orgasm that she feared, the one she was building towards, racing towards, rose like a tremendous steaming mountain rising out of the foaming sea.

"DEEPER! Grrrg.....Oh GOD...Nnnt...DEEPER!" she screamed. 

Samson felt his lower body strain pleasurably. The master lover had restrained himself for over an hour but now he could indulge himself. He shoved every last bit of his colossal prick into her incredibly stretched pussy and clutched the bedposts to brace himself for the coming deluge. Soon, the manbeast began to shake and shudder with a ferocious intensity. Chills and thrills of unimaginable strength were coursing up and down his clenched body.

"Samson is coming!" he yelled as his love cannon blasted an incredibly long, thick cord of spunk into her inner depths. Madame shuddered in response with another earthshaking orgasm. She had never had a man shoot his load so deep into her body. His discharge was enormous and soon she felt the overflow leak out of her pussy. Yet Samson's had only begun to come. His climax became stronger with each blast of cockseed, his grunts louder, his sperm hotter, his dick bigger. And when his crescendo finally drew to a close, instead of deflating, his tool became even harder than before.

"You didn't think I had finished with you, my dear," he whispered with a devilish grin.

Seconds later, Madame was getting reamed again. Samson was pounding her into the bed, leaning forward so their bodies moved together in one undulating wave. Another cataclysmic orgasm loomed above her, overshadowing light and day. She realized with shock that the last climax had only been the second of many. The best was yet to come. As she saw the magnitude of its true proportions, she was gripped with an urge to step back, to flee from the moment, to exist in any moment but the one she was in.

"Please GOD STOPFM....MRFNNT....MRRFNNT!!!" she screamed but the rogue cut off her whining by curling his fingers into her mouth. Madame tried to bite down on them but it was too late. She knew she was going over the edge.

"MMMFFT!!!!!" she cried, as he drove his club inside her.

"MMMFFFT!!!!!" she cried again into his fingers as he withdrew and thrust forward once more.

It was going to happen and she couldn't stop it. She felt her body imploding, sucking in vast amounts of energy. Every particle of her being compressed into a tiny dot as his cock relentlessly pumped in and out of her with unbelievable speed. At the very peak, when her entire being was teetering over the edge, Samson gave a savage roar and unleashed a powerful bolt of spunk that struck her G-spot dead center.

Madame began to shake ominously. A second later, she screamed with every muscle of her body, exhaling everything, pushing out everything, oozing sweat, come, and tears. In that moment, she stopped seeing, stopped thinking, stopped everything. She stayed like that, her body seized in agonized joy, for an eternity. Then her body went limp. Her eyes were open but they had gone completely blank.

When Madame finally came to, she just stared up at him in awe. Like all the ladies claimed, Samson was like no other. She never knew a man who fucked with such intensity, passion and conviction. He had loved her as she had never been loved before.

Madame broke into tears of joy and gratitude. She almost had forgotten how it felt to be a woman. But Samson did not try to comfort her with words. It was not a time for talk. Instead, he fucked her for another hour until she rolled off of him in total exhaustion. The wenchmaster might have continued but he made his point, 37 times to be exact.

Madame stayed by his side for a long time. He was her lover, not a customer to be sent away. She caressed his gigantic muscles and dandled his limp yet heavy organ in deep fascination, kissing it reverently and licking away every drop of sperm with her tongue. Samson's organ began to grow once more and, within seconds, it leapt straight into the air as engorged and erect as a cock could get.

Madame grasped the base of his shaft with the both hands and slid down his pole with ease. Having mounted him, she swiftly rode him to another violent climax and screamed out his name at the top of her lungs. But Samson did not answer. He had dozed off. Despite Madame's inspiring performance, he had not slept for several days and not even a screaming wench could keep him awake forever. Fortunately, he usually fell asleep with an erection in the company of a lady, and many of those ladies happily availed themselves of his tumescent condition. The rogue snored loudly with a big grin on his face, dreaming of all the women he planned to fuck in Amstelland that week.