2 comments/ 23094 views/ 4 favorites The Soak By: nakedskin2000 What a long day. You just returned home from a day that started with a 5 AM training session and ended with a final exam in Ethics. You are tired, tense, and stressed out. You dump the car into the driveway. The only thought that has been on your mind for the past few hours has been the calming song of a hot bath. As you make your way into the house you are greeted by the bellowing barks of the dogs. You head to the bathroom first. Lighting some scented candles you turn on the faucets and let the hot water begin to fill the tub. While your relaxing pool fills, you let the dogs out to do their business. Once done, you put them back into their cages and head back to your watery sanctuary. Slowly you strip out of your clothes. First stripping off your green "here comes trouble" T-shirt, then wiggling out of your tight jeans, next you unhook your lacey pink bra, and finally sliding down your pink and white boy shorts underwear. You peer at yourself in the huge bathroom mirror and see that the last few weeks in the gym have really paid off. You lean over and turn off the faucets. As you adjust your iPod earphones, you longingly watch the steam rising from the still pool of water. Slowly you ease your supple body into the hot liquid until finally you tired body is submerged. You settle into the water with your head resting on a fluffy white terry clothe towel. With one last crank of your iPod you begin to feel the day's stress melt away. It isn't long before you mind drifts off to the far reaches of your memory. With the thumping of the music in your ears, something primitive is awakened within you. The hot water, the pounding techno music has caused your mind to drift towards your most intimate of memories. Your body begins to tingle with sexual arousal as you start to flip through the pages of your personal sexual diary. You think back to the first time you shaved your pussy bare, to the first time the other girls in the gym shower stared at your nubile naked body, to the first time you let a boy feel your breasts and pussy. Letting out a soft sigh of satisfaction you continue your trip down memory lane. You reminisce about the first time you saw a boy naked, the first time you made out with a complete stranger on a moonlight beach, and the first time you let a boy see you naked. You slowly start to massage your breasts as you recall the first time you let a man taste your pussy, the first time you took a cock in your mouth, and the first time you swallowed your lovers hot cum. Squeezing your breasts harder now and pinching and pulling on your erect nipples you evoke the first time you wore your mesh bikini at the beach, the first time you went to a strip club, the time when you actually interviewed for a position as a dancer, and the first time you allowed yourself to be photographed nude. The scalding water is no match for the fiery moisture building within your pussy. Slowly you slip your left hand below the water, down your taut stomach, and over your smooth pelvic region. You softly run your index finger the length of your slit, feeling the slickness of your pussy juices as you remember more. The first time you shared your naked photographs with friends, the first time you wore crotchless panties with a skirt to a restaurant, the first time you masturbated with an adult toy, and the first time you allowed yourself to be photographed nude outside. The fire build deep within your loins as you slowly insert the middle finger of your left hand deep into your pussy. You gasp with the penetration and revel in more of your sexual memories. Your finger strokes your tight pussy faster as you hark back to the first time you masturbated in front of a lover, the first time you flashed on a webcam, the first time you posted naked pictures of yourself online, and the first time you watched a lover masturbate to your heavenly body. You slip lower into the water so that you can tilt your hips upwards to allow a deeper penetration of your finger. The water begins to ripple as your body starts to tremble with the beginnings of your ultimate release. Your bottom lip starts to quiver as you delve into the first time a lover came on your heaving breasts, the first time you let a lover lick your puckering rosebud, and the first time your powerful orgasm caused your juices to soak the mattress. Lifting one leg completely out of the tub allows you to spread your legs further apart. You slide your right hand under your left and begin pressing firmly on your sensitive clitoris. The sensations spark electricity throughout your highly aroused body. An orgasm is imminent! You press firmly against your clitoris while you frantically plunger your finger into your pussy. Your breathing has become short and choppy and your breasts heave with the building excitement. The water starts to splash out of the tub as you furiously masturbate. You bite down on your bottom lip to contain the ever growing moans escaping your mouth. The rapture is overwhelming! Your body tenses as your orgasm rips through your body. Your mouth is wide open as groans of pleasure fill the room. Your one leg is sticking straight up in the air as your cum is squirted out past your finger, mingling with the now warm bath water. Your iPod has long finished playing and the only sound you hear is the receding pulsation of blood in your ears. You slowly come down from your womanly release, relaxing once again into the warm water. With your eyes still close you hear a faint squeak. You slowly open your eyes and turn your head. You notice the door to the bathroom is slightly ajar. Panic fills your heart as you extricate yourself from the tub and wrap a towel around your wet naked body. You rush out the bathroom and down the hall. As you reach the door leading to the garage you can hear a vehicle pulling away. Your mind races with a million thoughts. Someone was obviously watching you. How much did they see? They could have seen everything, watching the whole time. Who was it? It could have only been three people, Joseph, Priscilla, or Hector! What if they filmed it? What if they tell my mother? You take a few minutes to calm yourself and realize something. You like knowing you were watched. You feel incredibly sexy knowing you just put on one hell of a show for someone. A sly grin crosses your face as you think to yourself that you need another round in the tub right now! The Soak Ch. 02 Standing in the kitchen, wet, wrapped in only a towel you notice that you are still breathing hard; a rapid breathe from nervousness and excitement. You remove the towel from your body and begin drying your luxurious chestnut brown hair. As you stroll out of the kitchen you notice a note on the counter that wasn't there when you first arrived home. Draping the towel over your sculpted shoulders you cautiously reach for the note. Opening the note you gasp. You now know the identity of your voyeur. It was Hector, your mom's boyfriend. What a perv, you think. An evil grin crosses your beautiful face because you know he left with one hell of a stiffy in his pants. You seriously doubt that he would tell your mom and you have no worries about him having taken any pictures or video, he isn't that technologically advanced. You giggle to yourself and you wrap the towel around your hair, padding your way back to the bathroom. You once again let the dogs out in the yard and just as you close the door behind them, they begin to bark. You have just enough time to remove the towel from your hair and hold it in front of your naked form as the doorknob to the garage begins to jiggle. As the door opens you see Hector standing there looking quite sheepishly. He stammers, "Oh hi. I didn't mean to disturb you. I was just dropping something off for your mother." Pointing to the counter you reply, "It wouldn't be that note would it?" You can see him visible squirm grasping for a reply. You giggle inwardly as you wait out this awkward silence that is rapidly filling the room. "Look, I know you were here earlier while I was in the bathroom. How could you spy on me like that, Hector?" you grumble. "I'm sorry. I didn't intend too, honestly. But when I heard groaning come from the back of the house, I thought someone was sick. So I was just checking to make sure all was okay." "So in the interest of well-being, you opened the bathroom door and spied on me during a very private moment?" "I'm so sorry but once I saw you in the tub I couldn't help it. I couldn't take my eyes off of you." Now it was your turn to blush. Suddenly you become very self-conscious standing there before your mother's love interest clad in only a towel; which is still hanging loosely in front of your nude body. "So how long were you spying on me, how much did you see?" Croaking out a response, "I watched for about 10 or so minutes. I saw everything. I couldn't help it. You are so beautiful and have such a spectacular body. And watching you enjoying yourself, pleasuring yourself, was completely mesmerizing. I'm sorry for watching but I am glad that I did." You can clearly see the erection outlined in his designer slacks. You can also feel the moisture dampening your nether lips. This sparks a completely wicked idea in your horny little brain. "Well I'm sure my mother will not be to happy to find out about what you have done today, sir." "Oh God please don't tell her! I'll do anything!" "Well then fair is fair. You saw me naked and masturbating so I think I should get to see you in the same predicament." You both stand there for what seems like an eternity. Eyes locked you can tell Hector is seriously wrestling with your demands. His fidgeting has become more noticeable and so you decide to press the envelope even further. You turn and slowly walk to the bedrooms at the back of the house. Hector now has the perfect view of your naked ass. You glance over your shoulder and watch as he slowly begins to undo his tie while following you down the hall. You reach your bedroom and plop yourself down into the thick leather chair nestled in the corner of the room. He enters the room with his shirt and tie already in his hands. Tossing them onto the bed he starts to undo his trousers. He casually slips his trousers off leaving him only in his silk boxers. He sits on the bed to remove his shoes and socks and you notice the head of his cock poking out from his boxer shorts. He notices your giggling and suddenly becomes very self conscious. Your warm smile puts him at ease and he stands to slide his one remaining article of clothing off. You study his naked form, not bad for an older guy. He is still in pretty good shape and he has two very large heavy balls hanging below his semi-erect cock. He knows what you are waiting for and reluctantly he grabs his manhood and begins stroking slowly and gently. You watch as he strokes his cock for a good ten minutes without it ever getting fully erect. "Is there a problem?" you ask. "Yes. Needless to say this is a little embarrassing and a lot of pressure." "You shouldn't be embarrassed. It is a natural part of life. Maybe you just need some inspiration." With that last statement to grab the towel and fling it to the floor; here you now sit, fully naked once again in front of your mom's boyfriend once again. You notice immediately that his cock begins to swell. His strokes also grow faster. You motion to him with a waggle of your finger to move closer for a better view of your body. As he steps closer you spread your legs wide draping them over the arms of your leather chair. As your legs spread so do the very wet lips of your pussy, you enjoy listening to him groan as his eyes drink in your nakedness. You slip your left hand down your body and spread your wet pussy open with your index and middle finger exposing your delicate pink flesh. You watch as he strokes his slick cock faster. You let your pussy lips slip free from your fingers and instead slide your middle finger deep into your burning sexpot. As he moves even closer the musky scent of his sex fills your nostrils. The room is filled with the wet sounds of your mutual masturbation. "Are you enjoying looking at my young naked body? Do you like my tits with their hard pink nipples? Do you like my cleanly shaven pussy?" you coo. "Oh God yes," he quietly answers. "Are you getting hot watching me finger fuck my very tight, very wet, very hot pussy?" "Yes, yes, I wish it was my dick and not your finger fucking that hot little pussy." You slide your finger from your slick hole and raise it up. "Here, taste me." Hector steps closer and takes your wet finger into his mouth. He moans loudly while drinking down your pussy juice. You pull your finger from his mouth and slide your hand down his naked body. You slip your hand underneath his cock and take his heavy balls in your warm palm. You gently massage his balls while he quickens the pace of his stroking. You stare intently at his fat cock, fascinated at how wet it is with his own precum. You can't tell if it excites you more to be naked and on display for this older man or watching him get off ogling your body. Either way your pussy is flowing over with your own hot juices. You watch Hector's eyes scan your body. Then slowly you slid your free hand down to your pussy and once again use your fingers to spread your womanhood. "Look how wet my pussy is, Hector. Look how pink the inside is," you coo. The poor man is nearly drooling as his eyes are locked onto your wide open pussy. "You want to touch me don't you, Hector. You want to taste me, taste my pussy." Hector is moaning and groaning much louder now and you know he is about to cum. You give his heavy balls one final squeeze. "Cum for me Hector. Cum all over my body!" you demand. He can hold out no longer and with a final bellowing groan, a thick white cord of cum erupts from the purple head of his fat cock. This first stream lands squarely across your face. Each successive stream lands hotly, splattering across your tits. You are both moaning loudly as volley after volley of his man juice soars from his cock and settles on your body. "Oh my God Hector, look at the mess you made. I am covered in cum!" you cry in faux anger. "You need to clean this up and this will be the only opportunity you have to ever touch my body." He looks quizzically as you lie back in your chair. "Chop chop man. Get down here and lick up all this man juice before my mother gets home!" He quickly kneels next you and leans his head down close to your chest. His breathe is warm on your skin. You get a jolt as his hot tongue laps at his cum resting upon your skin. You furiously rub your sensitive clit as he continues to slurp up his spent juices from your chest, paying extra attention to your nipples. Just as you are about to explode in an earth shattering orgasm, he removes his lips from your nipples and slips to your belly to continue his clean up task. This gives you a very wicked idea. You stop your masturbation and place your hands on his head and gently push him down. He gets the idea very quickly. Hector quickly slides around the chair and slips up between your outstretched legs. Placing his hands on your firm thighs, he presses them even further apart. This causes your highly aroused pussy to open like a flower. You watch as he studies ever contour of your womanhood. Then without warning he drops his head diving tongue first into your accepting sex. You moan loudly and roughly massage your breasts as he administers a very forceful tongue fucking of your tight pussy hole. He is like a wildman the way he is attacking your pussy. His tongue is a blur as it moves around to all of the sensitive areas of your sex. His oral technique pushes you quickly to the sweet release of orgasm. "Oh God, oh God, oh God, Hector, I'm cumming! Ah, Ah, Ah, AHHHHHHHHHHH!" You use your hands to clamp his mouth to your pussy, grind it hard against his lips. You can feel Hector working hard to swallow as much of your sweet nectar as possible. As your orgasm recedes you allow Hector to raise his head. His face is covered in your slick pussy juice. You both remain quiet and smile at each other. Just then, out of the corner of your eye, you notice a small shadowy figure move away from the door and quickly down the hall. You think to yourself that you were just caught, again! This time though you have a very good suspicion that, from the shape and size of the dark figure, it was Priscilla. If it were your mom, you hypothesize; both you and Hector would be dead right now. As you watch Hector redress you wipe the remainder of your sex act away with your towel thinking of how to get back at that little bitch. The Soak Ch. 03 Days go by and it is obvious your brother's girlfriend hasn't told him or your mom about what she saw; otherwise you would be dead by now. You continue to rack your brain with how to keep her silence up and how to get even with her for spying. Having come up with nothing you arrive home after a day at the gym and see your brother's truck parked in the driveway. You think maybe you should just be direct and talk to him about it. You enter the house to a strange silence; the dogs aren't barking. Through the large French windows you see that they are out in the backyard and so is your brother's girlfriend. Pricilla is about 5'2, 100 lbs with long dark black hair and a tan complexion. Priss', as your brother affectionately refers to her, measurements are roughly 34C, 26, 32. By all accounts she is a hot little thing. She has natural breasts and a cute little landing strip of dark black hair. You know this because she is currently lying out in the backyard nude! You don't see your brother around so you just stand in the shadows of the kitchen to watch and ponder your next move. You are lost in thought and don't notice that Priss has gotten up and started to make her way towards the backdoor. Panic sets in as you try to think of what to do next. Your indecision has meant that you will now be caught spying on her as she opens the door and strolls into the house completely in the buff. "Oh my God Julia! What are you doing here?" she exclaims as she tries to cover herself with her small hands. "I'm sorry. I just got home from the gym. I didn't even notice you were lying out." "Well I guess this sort of makes us even now doesn't it?" While holding your gaze and lowering her hands she continues, "You know I saw what you and Hector did the other day." "I have no idea what you are talking about, Priss," you lie. "So you are telling me that I didn't see Hector frantically jerking off over your naked body that was spread eagle in a chair?" "And I didn't see him blow a huge load of cum all over your tits?" "And then I guess I didn't see him lick his cum from your body just before he ate your pussy to a huge orgasm either?" You stand there in front of your brother's naked girlfriend angry, ashamed, and embarrassed. Your mind is a total blank. You sheepishly ask, "You didn't tell my brother did you?" "No, not yet. But that may change depending on how well you make me cum. If you do a good job I won't say anything. If not then I'm telling him everything." She gently grasps your hand and leads you through the living room and down the hallway to his bedroom. Without thinking you watch her ass sway softly with each step. Together you enter the bedroom of your brother. She closes the door behind you and then begins to circle you. You close your eyes as she runs a finger over the exposed skin of first your left arm and then your right. "Yes Julia this is going to be one hell of an experience for both of us," she says. Licking her lips she lightly tangles her delicate fingers in your chestnut brown hair. She makes her way to the bed and sits on the edge, carefully crossing her tanned legs. "Strip." "Excuse me?" "Don't play dumb. You know what I want. You know what you have to do to earn my silence. Now stop being difficult and do as I ask. Who knows Julia, you just may enjoy yourself. Now strip." You stand there silently, lost in your own thoughts. You wonder why she is doing this. You assume she is doing it to embarrass you, to humiliate you. You have never had any desire or even an inclination to be with a woman, let alone a bitch like her. A thousand thoughts race through your mind on how to get out of this situation. You are drawing a blank. The only thought that seems even remotely possible is to forge ahead and do it. Maybe she won't even go all the way, maybe. Just then some light jazz begins to play. With a final deep breath you take hold of the bottom of your shirt and slowly pull it over your head and off. Standing now in your black spandex pants and tight black sports bra you hear Priss moan softly. You open your eyes and see she is again sitting on the bed casually twirling a finger through her long brown hair, her eyes glued to your body. With another deep breathe you kick off your cross trainer sneakers while slowly rolling down the tight spandex over your muscular thighs. You remove your legs from your pants making sure to strip off your socks at the same time. You are now only clad in your sports bra and tiny black thong. "My God Julia, you have such a great ass! The suspense is killing me. Get naked already!" Peeling the tight material of the sports bra over your breasts causes them to spring free. They bounce lightly as you pull the garment over your head and toss it to the ground. You then turn your attention to your thong. With another deep inhale you hook your thumbs into the snug waistband and with one firm motion slide your thong off. You are now completely naked in front of this bitch and are truly humiliated and embarrassed as well. "Damn, girl! You are one hot mommacita!" Pricilla stands up and begins to slowly circle your nude form allowing her eyes to drink in every nubile inch of your body. As she circles she lets her finely manicured fingernails drag across your flesh, sending shivers throughout your entire frame. The sensation quickly turns your nipples into hard little erect sentries perched in the center of your delicious breasts. "I take it that you've never been with a woman before, have you?" "No, no I haven't." "Well then this will be quite the learning experience for you now won't it?" "I guess you can say that. Please Pris, I don't want to do this. Can't we work something else out?" Standing behind you, cupping your breasts in her hands while pressing her own boobs against your back she whispers, "Hmmm, maybe. But you have to do something for me, to my satisfaction. If you do it well, we will discuss this more. Deal?" Figuring that this may be your only chance to avoid having sex with this disgusting individual you agree. She leads you to the bed and indicates for you to sit. "I can't get that image of you letting Hector jerk over your body out of my mind. You looked so incredibly sexy, girl. Now I want a private showing. I want to see exactly what he saw. I want you to get yourself off for me right now." As embarrassed as you are, you cannot help but feel somewhat aroused. You are once again on display and that stokes your exhibitionist flame. Making yourself comfortable you lie back on the bed. Closing your eyes you allow your hands to freely roam your naked body; your finger tips gently caressing your exposed skin like a gentle summer's breeze. The tingling deep within your pussy grows as your fingers lightly play with your erect nipples. A soft moan escapes your lips. You move your hands away from your breasts and down to the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. Spreading your legs apart allows better access to the skin of your inner thighs while at the same time allowing you to feel the heat being emitted by your womanhood. You can hear Priscilla making comments but you cannot understand what she is saying; your body has quickly filled with lust and this is what your attention is focused on. Spreading your muscular thighs even wider, you use your right index and middle fingers to spread the moist lips of your pussy. With the middle finger of your left hand you gently rub your exposed pink flesh. You bite down on your bottom lip as you suddenly plunge your finger deep into your slick honey pot. "Ugggghhhh!" you groan loudly. You move your right hand from your loins back to your breasts, tugging on your sensitive nipples. It doesn't take long before a second and even a third finger slip deep into your steamy fuck hole. Your finger fucking becomes furious and the wet squishing sounds of your sex fill the air. Your breathing is short and rapid as you grunt and groan with each stroke of your fingers. "Oh God, I'm going to cum. Yes, Yes, Yeeeessssss! Fuuuucccckk I'm CCCCCUUUUMMMIIIINNNGGGGGG!!" As your orgasm subsides you slowly remove your fingers from your soaking wet pussy. Priscilla instructs you to lick your cum from your fingers and you do as you are told without hesitation. She asks if you taste good and you respond with a slight nod of your head. You open your eyes as you feel her naked body lie next to you in bed. Her skin feels as hot as yours even though you can feel the goosebumps on her arm. Lying on her side Pris presses close to your body smashing her boobs against your left arm. With her left hand she casually plays with your belly button ring; her breathing causing her erect nipples to scratch against your skin. You begin to tremble with fear and excitement. Pris playfully walks her finger down from your belly button to just above your pussy. She flattens her hand and starts to lightly rub your pussy mound with her palm. "Jeeze, Julia, how do you get your mound so smooth? I just love how it feels. That was pretty good but I'm still not 100% satisfied. Are you ready to try again?" "I, I guess so," you stammer softly. You slide your left hand under Priscilla's palm, trying to get at your pussy to start another round of masturbation. "What do you think you are doing, Julia?" "I thought you wanted me to masturbate again for you." "You are only half right. I do want you to masturbate but I want you to get me off. And you better make me cum good, understand?" As you wrestle with your predicament, Pris maneuvers into position by lying flat on her back next to you. She idly caresses her skin while waiting on the start of your womanly attention. Clearing her throat she snaps you out of your mental dilemma. You shift your position to be on your side, looking over her naked body you think to yourself, not bad. Her breasts are full with tiny hard pink nipples. Although not as athletic as you, Pris is very lean. She has shaven her dark public hair into a thin close cropped landing strip. You start by lightly dragging your fingernails across her thigh causing goose bumps to arise. You can only hope that she gets off quickly as you allow your hand to roam freely over her skin, avoiding her most sexual areas. It doesn't take long before Priscilla's lithe body begins to tremble and her legs part just a bit. You can now clearly see that her outer lips are moist. You slip your hand to her inner thigh and start a slow massage of her leg. She moans in delight and spreads her legs even more. "Mmmm, come on Julia, stop teasing me. I want to feel your fingers on my pussy!" As disgusting as this is you cannot help feeling a bit intrigued and aroused. You watch intently as you slide your hand up her thigh to her awaiting sex. You notice her lips are full and dark; they protrude like a set of wings. Gently you fold them open and gaze on the delicate pink flesh they concealed. Pris is wet, very wet; as you are as well. You let her lips go and they envelop your middle finger which is now pressed securely against her most erotic of areas. Priscilla moans grow in intensity as you begin to lightly rock your finger back and forth along her juicy slit. Instinctively she spreads her legs to their widest. You shift your positioning now to be in the middle of her accepting thighs. You spend a few more moments of your teasing having caused her body to writhe lightly beneath your touch. In a throaty whisper she gasps," Now Julia, do it now." You quickly slip your finger deep into her womanhood. "UGH!" she cries out. You slowly start plunging your finger all the way into her and then all the way out. Occasionally you will press against her clit with your thumb sending even more shock waves through her tiny body. Her arousal quickly builds as she is now playing with her own breasts and moaning constantly. "Fuck me faster, Julia. Fuck my pussy good!" God her pussy is tight and is she ever wet! You can feel her sticky juices coating all of your fingers. Since you are using your left hand to pleasure her, you place her left leg on your shoulder, tilting her slightly to your left. You then slip your left knee over her right leg. This causes you to pin her right leg down between your legs. Pressing your body weight down puts your own excited pussy against her shin bone; sending waves of electricity coursing through your athletic form. You finger her tiny pussy faster while at the same time rocking your clit back and forth against her shin. She now has both her hands tangled in her hair. She is writhing back and forth; moaning and groaning wildly. You can easily feel your own juices coating her skin and this only serves to fuel your finger fucking. As you push a second finger into her tight fuck hole, Priscilla's eyes shoot open. "AHHHHH FUCK!" she screams. You slam your fingers deep into this little slut. With a "come to me" motion you start to caress her velvety womb. She cannot take much more of your treatment. You quickly find her g-spot and make a full assault on the ultra sensitive area with your fingers. Her pussy squeezes tightly on your fingers as her orgasm explodes. "UUGGGGHHH! AAHHHH! AAAHHHH! AAAAHHHH!! FFFFFUUUUUCCCCKKKKK!!!!" Priscilla is shaking uncontrollably as her body is overwhelmed by her orgasm. You watch in amazement witnessing your first female climax. She quickly comes down from her high as you gently remove your fingers from her sensitive pussy. Your hand is completely soaked in her cum. She lays there still for a few moments to collect herself as you start to get cleaned up and dressed. "Christ Julia, that was amazing!" "So then I did well and you aren't going to say anything about that thing with Hector, right?" "You did better than well, girl! And don't worry, I won't say anything." You watch in the mirror as she retrieves something from the chest of drawers at the foot of the bed. As she turns and makes her way out of the room she flashes her digital camera at you. "Well Julia, I guess I will be seeing you!" The Soak Ch. 04 As you scramble out of the bed to chase Pris down you hear your brother call out from the kitchen. Foregoing the chase, you quickly finish putting the rest of your clothes on all the while feeling the impending doom of being found out. You cautiously peer out of the bedroom and hear the two speaking quietly in the kitchen. With a final deep breathe, you slip silently from your brother's bedroom and race across down the hall to your own bedroom. Once inside, you gently shut the door. Slumping against the door your mind begins to race as to what Priscilla is saying or even showing your brother at this very moment. You hide in your room for the rest of the evening scanning over every possible scenario that could have taken place between your brother and his wicked girlfriend. Several days go by and still no noticeable difference in your brother's behavior. You can only assume that Pris is living up to her end of the deal. However, just thinking about that day sours your stomach. Eventually though you all but forget the incident until one afternoon a suspicious email appears in your inbox. It reads: 'Hey Julia, I hope all is well with you. I need your help, which I know you will give to me. I had a momentary lapse in judgment and as a result my relationship with your brother may be in jeopardy. In case you decide not to help, I have attached a small video that should persuade you to help. Put your mind at easy, what I need from you has nothing to do with sex. I do need you to talk to your brother and convince him that this is just a big misunderstanding, that I didn't do anything, and to move past this. If you can do that for me and convince him, then I will be happy to delete the video I have of us. Deal? Let me know. Pris' Clicking the attachment starts the download. In 25 seconds, your Media Player opens and the screen is filled with the image of you kneeling between Pris' outstretched legs fingering her pussy. You release a heavy sigh. Your heart drops into your stomach as you contemplate this new dilemma; if you do nothing your brother will finally be free of this bitch; however, she will for sure spread that video around to everyone in the known world. If you do help, you are spared the humiliation but condemn your brother to staying with the bitch. You spend about an hour wrestling with the decision. Finally you click the reply button on the email from Pris. 'Pris, Even though I find what you ask incredibly distasteful and totally reprehensible I have no choice but to help you. However before I do I will need proof that you have deleted all copies of that video. Otherwise there is no deal. Julia' A couple more emails nail down the particulars of when and where you will meet Pris to see the evidence destroyed and to go over the events and subsequent story. With a small sense of relief you leave your room and head to the kitchen for a snack. "GODDAMN BITCH!" As you come down the hall you can see your brother sitting at the kitchen table with his laptop. He is visibly mad as he looks at the screen. "Hey Jos, what's wrong?" you ask. "Oh Pris and I had a huge fight." "About?" "I overheard her on the phone talking about sex with somebody else and how incredible it was. So I called her out on it and she denies it!" "Did she say who or when it was?" "No but I got it narrowed down to one of two days. The day she supposedly went to visit her mom or that day she was supposedly here tanning in the backyard. But that day you were here so I know she couldn't have done anything then." You make your way to kitchen and stand behind your brother who is still seated at the table. Peering over his shoulder you watch as he checks through his email. With all of his focus on the screen he remarks, "So I obviously don't believe her. That's why I hacked into her email. Now we will see the truth." With those words your heart and stomach both explode. Your only hope is that she deleted the emails you exchanged back and forth. "BINGO!" he exclaims. "There's an email she sent to herself with an attachment on it." Before you realize what is happening, you watch in horror as your brother opens the email and quickly clicks on the attachment. The download box pops up reading 20 seconds left in the download. Twenty seconds later the Media Player box opens and all hope is lost. Sheer terror grips you as an image appears on the screen. It's a short video of Priscilla doing a little striptease. As she dances around in just her tiny lingerie, you make a comment. "Come on Jos, we shouldn't being doing this. And I certainly shouldn't be looking at this. She may have some pretty personal things in there. I don't think she would appreciate you letting me see her in that way." "Oh come on, Julia, what's the big deal? Besides I would think you would want to get even with her because of what she did to you." You can feel your skin flush and tiny beads of sweat begin to form on your brow. You think to yourself he must know. But how much does he know? "What do you mean?" you stammer out. "She told me what happened." "What was that?" "She said she dropped by one day and you were here," he says, "and she told me that she saw you in the tub playing with yourself." "Oh my God, Joseph! How did she know what I was doing in the tub? Which by the way I wasn't!" "She said you left the door open and she peeked in. Look, it's no big deal. Everyone does it. She does it. I do it. Everyone does." He continues, "so I figure it is only fair if you see he naked too." Even though this revelation was embarrassing a sense of relief washes over you. While he keeps scanning through her emails you think about telling him everything. He seems pretty cool with knowing that you masturbate, maybe he would be ok with everything else. Before you get a chance to make a decision, your attention is snapped back to the laptop. "Mmmm, come on Julia, stop teasing me. I want to feel your fingers on my pussy!" With tremendous trepidation you look at the screen. There on display is your naked body, back to the camera, kneeling next to a naked Priscilla, her legs spread slightly and your hand lightly massaging her inner thigh. "STOP JOS! DON'T WATCH THAT!" you scream in horror. It's too late; the clip ends as quickly as it started. Your brother just sits there, not moving, not saying a word. Your heart is beating so loud you are positive the entire block can hear it. You slump into the chair next to him. He starts to stand and you place your hand on his shoulder gently guiding him back down into the chair. "Look I'm sorry, Joseph. But what you saw is only part of the story. I need to tell you the whole story, the truth because you deserve it, because you are my brother, and because I love and trust you." He turns to look you in the eyes as you continue recanting the whole story. "Here's what happened. Priscilla did catch me but not in the tub; however this whole mess did start in the tub. About a week or so ago I came home after a particularly long day and needed a hot bath. So one thing led to another and yes I masturbated. There I said it. After I got done I realized that someone had seen me." With a deep heavy breathe, you continue, "It was Hector. I confronted him about it and he admitted he had watched me. So I told him that I needed to see him like he saw me or I would tell mom. He agreed but things just got out of hand. I honestly just wanted to watch him but I got so turned on I couldn't help myself." "So anyway, I let him cum all over my naked body. And then, well, I let him eat my pussy until he made me cum. And that is where Pris comes into the story. Apparently she watched the whole event. A few days later I come home and she is out back tanning nude. We talk and she says that she will tell everyone what I did unless I do something for her." "Again like an idiot I agree. So we go into your room and she has me strip. Then she makes me masturbate until I cum while she watches. And finally she makes me get her off. Which apparently she filmed and well you have seen part of the proof, so you have to know I'm telling the truth." You continue, "But we didn't have sex or anything. I mean I only fingered her that's all." Joseph asks, "So you didn't eat each other out, use sex toys, or grind your pussies together?" "Jos! No we didn't. Honest" "Well I'm going to have to check all these videos just to make sure." "What? Why? I don't want you to see me like that!" "What's the big deal, Julia? You've already admitted to it and I've already seen you naked. But I just need to be sure you are telling me everything. So I am going to look through them. You can stay and watch or leave. It's up to you." "Just my naked backside." Defeated you say, "Fine." You sit next to him as he starts clicking on the video attachments. The first bunch are relatively harmless and uneventful; videos of the dogs or from around the house, a couple of Pris getting dressed or showering. Eventually he gets to one of you. You watch as on screen you strip. Within seconds your bare breasts and hairless pussy are on display for your brother. "Damn Julia, you got a tight rockin' body!" he remarks. He clicks the next video and you watch as you lie on the bed and start exploring your body. You watch embarrassed as on screen you spread your legs leaving your pussy perfectly clear and visible. Even more embarrassing is watching you spread your pussy lips revealing how wet and pink your pussy was and then moaning loudly as you slip a finger deep inside yourself. "Come on Jos, let's not watch anymore. Please" "Why? What's the big deal? So you are fingering yourself. You look hot doing it!" Hating to admit it but you are turned on by the fact that your brother is watching you play with your pussy. He is making the occasional comment as you both watch as on screen you slip a second and then third finger into your pussy. For the first time you are aware of what you look like when in the throes of passion. "Oh God, I'm going to cum. Yes, Yes, Yeeeessssss! Fuuuucccckk I'm CCCCCUUUUMMMIIIINNNGGGGGG!!" on screen Julia screams out. As your on screen image licks the cum from her fingers, your brother comments, "Fuck Julia that was awesome! Did you like tasting your own juice?" You feel the heat of embarrassment fill your face as you answer, "Yes I did." Suddenly he stands and says, "Follow me. I want to show you something." You stand and follow him to his bedroom. You notice that he is sporting quite the impressive erection. You also notice that your pussy is extremely wet. As you enter his room he is busy putting something in the VCR. He sits on his bed and motions for you to sit next to him. You both are sitting upright against the headboard when he clicks the play button. "I got to be honest with you sis," he starts, "Seeing you like that has made me incredibly horny. So I want to be fair and since you let me watch something private of you I thought I would return the favor." The screen fills with an image of Pris dancing seductively. Next she begins to strip. In a few minutes she is completely naked. You both watch intently as Pris dances around allowing her small hands to roam all over her totally nude body; squeezing her breasts, pinching her nipples, caressing her totally bare love mound. Finally she lies on the bed and starts to slowly massage her clit. "Mmmmm, Jos. Can you hand me my toy please?" Pris asks. Slowly a shiny chrome vibrator makes its way into frame. Pris grabs it and clicks it on the lowest setting. Placing the now vibrating toy against her clit causes Pris' hips to undulate. You take a quick glance at your brother and notice he is rubbing his hard on through his pants. "This is too much for me to take. I need to get more comfortable," he says. Without warning and in one swift motion, Joseph quickly stands, strips off his pants and underwear, and retakes his position on the bed. You are shocked at his boldness and impressed with the size of his manhood. As the action on screen continues he starts to lightly stroke his granite-like member. "I'm sorry sis but I can't help it. After watching your video and now this, I'm horny as hell and I need relief. So the way I figure it since I saw you get off, it's no big deal if you see me." Your attention keeps drifting towards watching your brother masturbate rather than watching Priscilla doing the same. Once again the scene changes. The camera is placed on the nightstand and your brother comes into the frame, naked and erect. In a flash Pris is on her knees and taking your brother's rigid cock into her mouth. As she bobs her head up and down your brother's shaft the wet sounds of her sloppy cock sucking fill the room. Taking a glance at your brother next to you, you notice he has matched the pace of his stroking to the blowjob on screen. You also notice that you are incredibly turned on as well. Without thinking you gently lift your hips off the bed and slip off your sweats and thong. Lying next to your brother nude from the waist down is weird but soon that feeling is overshadowed by primitive arousal. As the scene turns to your brother mounting Pris doggy style, you let your middle finger slip past your wet pussy lips and deep inside your burning womb. Your brother's stroking has also increased in pace. Soon the action on screen is forgotten as you both watch each other masturbate. "Christ Julia your pussy is super wet. Spread your legs a bit more for me." You do as requested and spread your legs further. This allows you the necessary room to insert a second and third finger into your honey pot. As you plunge your fingers rapidly in and out of your pussy you watch your brother stroke his thick cock. His shaft is complete soaked in his pre cum which is leaking generously from the large mushroom head of his dick. Then Jos readjusts himself so that he is sitting at your waist looking straight down at your dewy exposed pussy. "Fuck Jos, I'm going to cum," you croak out. "Me too Jules, me too!" You both increase the pace of your masturbation. You are the first to hit the climax. "Ugh, ugh, ugh, AAAAHHHHHH!!!" You feel three squirts of your love juice slip past your fingers soaking the covers beneath you. Just them Jos lays back and lets out a loud primordial moan. "UUUUGGGHHHHHH!!!!' You watch as thick cords of his man juice fly from the tip of his cock. Three, four, five, six large spurts of cum slap loudly against the bare skin of his chest and abdomen. You both lay still taking a moment to regain your composure. "That was something else," he quietly remarks. "Yes it was. I've never seen a guy cum so much." "Thanks, I guess. Now after we collect ourselves and get cleaned up we need to figure out a way to punish Priscilla," he says with a wicked wry smile on his face. The Sober Young Man I am the exact opposite of my sister, Cheryl. Cheryl is into drinking, partying, and frankly, she dresses trashy. Plus, she's not exactly particular about who she sleeps with. More people have been in her than the Albert Hall. I'm not into drinking or partying. In fact, I've never had a drink of alcohol in my life. I don't dress trashy the way she does; I dress sexy, but not trashy. And I'm also not promiscuous the way she is. I'm a virgin. Cheryl is 20, and I'm 18. Cheryl has brown hair and a stout figure which stood 5'2". While I have wavy blonde hair and stand 5'7" and about 120 lbs. I'd say she and I are both pretty, but in our own ways. We both live with our Dad. Our Mom passed away when we were both little girls. Our Dad has a full-time position as the manager of a supermarket, where he works nights. He was working that night. The doorbell rang. I stirred in my bed and groggily lifted my head up to look at the clock. It read 3:30 a.m. Forgetting my bathrobe, I went downstairs with just my nightie on. I was not at all surprised at being woken up at this hour. I opened the door to find my drunk and half-dressed sister, along with a tall young man. She was laughing hysterically. I put my arm around her shoulders and lead her into the house. "Come on, let's get you inside," I said. "I'm so glad you're home," the young man said. "She was so drunk, I got so worried about her." "You, you're the b-best Greta," she said giggling. "That's very flattering, but my name is Grace," I told her. "I knew that," she replied with a burp. "Thank you for taking her home," I said to the young man. "You can have a seat on the couch if you'd like." "Sure, thanks," he said, and plopped on the sofa I wrapped my arm around Cheryl's waist and lead her upstairs to her bedroom. Her words were slurred as she explained to me, in great detail, who she had slept with that night. I helped her get into bed, and took off her jeans and shoes so she'd be more comfortable. I laid the comforter over her. She wiggled around and went into one of her coma-like slumbers. I quietly shut her door and went downstairs to the young man. "Thanks so much for taking her home," I said, sitting beside him. "No problem," he said. "I'm Jeff, and you are Grace?" I nodded, "Yes, I'm Grace. Nice to meet you Jeff." We chit-chatted about the party Cheryl and himself had been to that night. While we were talking, I noticed he was pretty cute. A thick head of dark hair, and such pretty blue eyes. Beneath his nose, laid a set of pretty lips. He looked maybe around 23 or 24 years old. He didn't look like the "party type". Instead of being filled with alcohol, he was filled with sobriety - I like that in a man. He was a little bit on the shy side, and was soft-spoken, which I've always found very sweet. I looked at his lap, which seemed to have a lump in it. I looked back up at him to see he had been looking at me the whole time. I blushed. "Anyway," he continued. "Cheryl was the drunkest girl at the party. I thought I had better bring her home before something happened." "Oh, so you didn't go together to the party?" "No. She's not my girlfriend, if that's what you're asking." I slightly blushed again. He smiled at me. I giggled a little shyly. We sat there for a moment in awkward silence. "Jeff, would you like to come in the kitchen? I can make you a snack if you'd like." "No thanks, Gracie...Can I call you Gracie?" I nodded. Suddenly I felt self-conscious, sitting there with just a short nightie on. "I should go get my bathrobe on," I said, getting up. "Oh, that's alright. I should be going anyway," he said. I got up to show him to the door. We stood there awkwardly for a moment. He gently lifted my chin and leaned down to kiss me. His soft lips touched mine, and he slipped his tongue in my mouth, then he straightened up. "Bye sweetie," he said quietly, and left. I watched him leave and drive out onto the road. Shutting the door, I went up to my room and snuggled into bed. I made no effort to get back to sleep, I knew it wouldn't do me any good. I laid on my back and folded my arms behind my head. I never met anyone like him before. Most young men are so rude and so grabby, but he wasn't like that all. He was a gentleman. Just a nice, young gentleman. The next day Jeff called me up, and we started going out on dates as often as we could. One date led to another and another, and pretty soon we saw each other as much as we could. Weekends, weeknights, whenever we could be together. On one particular Saturday afternoon, we decided to go on a picnic. It was mid-May, and the weather was so pretty out. By that time, we had been dating for a month, and we hadn't had any type of sex. We only necked a few times too. I think both of us were too shy to try and make the first move when it came to sex. I was wearing a tiny pair of jean shorts (Jeff had seen me in them before and commented how cute they were) and a v-neck. We sat on the blanket, having just finished our lunch. There was a lake nearby and I slipped off my shoes and ran into the water. I was about knee-deep when I called out to him. "Come on!" He sat there for a moment, just smiling. I ran back up to him and leaned over, knowing full well he could see down my top. "Come on," I said. "Are you chicken?" He laughed and held me, kissing me. Our lips apart, he stood up, "So you think I'm a chicken huh? Let's see you do this!" He took off his jacket, his shirt, his shoes, his socks and finally his pants, till finally he was standing only in his pair of light blue boxer shorts. Those are the cutest boxer shorts, I thought to myself, and I told him so. He laughed, "You're not suppose to call them 'cute', you are suppose to call them 'full'". His looked full all right. He took my hand and we ran out into the water, kissing once we got in. Over the past couple weeks, this sexual tension had been building and I think we both realized it. We stood in the water, just kissing. His arms wrapped around my waist, both of our shorts being wet by that time. He tucked my hair behind my ear, "Sweetie, can I ask you something?" I nodded. "Have you ever, you know, gone to bed with someone?" "No, Jeff," I paused. "Have you?" He blushed, "No, I haven't. It's silly I know." I held his hands to reassure him, "No, baby, it's not silly at all. That's alright." "Do you ever think of us going to bed?" he asked. "Yes," looking up into those beautiful eyes of his. He held me and kissed me passionately, then whispered in my ear, "I love you Gracie." I hugged him tighter, "I love you too. I've been waiting to say for so long!" He laughed, "Have you?" "Yes," I held him to me. We went back up to the picnic blanket, underneath the blazing sun, kissing. Not just kissing, but necking. "I've thought about it too, baby," he said. "Do you want to do it for real?" "When?" I asked. "It's up to you sweetie." "In a couple weeks," I said. The next couple of weeks were torture for us, but the time needed to be taken so I could "prepare" myself, I guess you could say. I had an exam and was put on birth control. So I was all set to go. Or so I thought. It was about that time, that my Dad seemed to miraculously be at the house more often. And for Jeff, his roommate somehow was at their apartment more and more, apparently going through a "homebody phase". We needed to be alone together and quickly, it was both driving us crazy, but we had no privacy. A hotel and the back of his car was both out of the question - we thought it'd make us feel trashy somehow. One evening, around 9 o'clock, my Dad was at work and my sister was out partying. I played with fingers nervously. Should I? I called up Jeff at his work. He had a job as waiter at a restaurant that had recently opened up in town. "Hello?" a girl answered the phone. "Hi," I said. "Can I speak to Jeff?" "Sure, hold on," she said. There was a brief silence, and then I heard the phone clatter as it was being picked up, "Hello?" Jeff said. "Jeff, sweetie, it's Gracie. I have the place to myself, I thought maybe - " "I'll be right over," he said quickly and hung up. I hung up the telephone and started to panic, what would I wear? What would I say? How the hell was I going to do this? I ran upstairs to look for something to wear. I had nothing really, really sexy. Besides anything I wore would be off soon anyway, so I settled on that small pink nightie that I wore when we first met. It was romantic in a way. I fixed my make-up and curled my hair some with the curling iron and headed back downstairs. Should I turn the lights off? Should I light candles? Did we even have any candles? I paced back and forth nervously, my palms were sweaty and playing with one another. The doorbell rang. I froze. I was so nervous. I walked to the door and opened it. There stood Jeff, looking flustered and blushing. We had barely muttered a 'hello' when I fell into his arms and we started kissing madly, passionately. His hands were all over me. He pulled up my nightie and felt my bare bottom and moaned into my mouth. I stroked his hair and told him I wanted to go upstairs. He picked me up and carried me into my bedroom, gently laying me on the bed. I sat up and started to unbutton his shirt and undo his pants. He had come straight from work, I could tell by his uniform. Again, we were kissing madly, and he frantically pulled my nightie up over my head and laid down with me. I looked down at his cock. It was standing up and leaking at the end, which made a flush of pussy juice come out from between my legs. I held his face and looked up at him, "Please Jeff? Please?" He kissed me, "Anything for you baby." He straightened up and rubbed the head of his cock against my pussy. I melted, oh it felt so good. The head of his dick felt so good, I just didn't know what to do. I started to writhe underneath him. "Please Jeff, sweetie please put it in me." He started to slide his cock in me and I felt a great pressure. I was being stretched to the limit. His cock was about average in size, which is big to any girl, especially to a virgin girl. How would it fit? I started to panic. "Gracie, baby, what is it?" "I-I'm scared," I trembled. He held me in his arms, "Sssh, sweetheart, it's ok. We don't have to do this, it's ok baby, we can do it some other time." I took a deep breath, "No. Now. I want it so badly." "God, so do I. You look so beautiful now Gracie." I looked up into his blue eyes. He looked scared and unsure, but excited, and I could tell he felt sexy, as did I. I smiled up at him. He softly smiled back at me. He started again to slowly push his cock into me. I spread my legs as far as I could. It felt so different, this huge stick of flesh inside my body. He inched in further till he hit the barrier. I looked at him and nodded, "I love you, Jeff. I want you in me." "I love you too, Gracie." He inched further in me. A sharp, stabbing pain hit me like nothing else. I started to sob, "Oh God, it's hurts. It hurts so bad." He started to take it out, but I stopped him, "No, keep it in." He did whatever he could to comfort me. He stroked my hair, and brushed my tears away. I felt a gush from my pussy. I looked down and there was blood on his cock. I started to sob harder out of embarrassment. "Push it all the way in Jeff," I said. He gently pushed it all the way in. After several minutes, he gently started to rock back and forth, I moaned. The pain was very little now. Jeff was grunting, "God baby, it feels so good to be in you." "Oh, I know," I moaned. "It feels so good." His lips met mine and his cock pumped in and out of me. His kisses always did something to me, and I could feel my pussy lips quickly grip at his cock. "Oh, Jesus, I'm cumming," he said. I moaned, "Mmm, so am I. Cum in me, oh yess Jeff, cum inside me." We started to fuck harder, our bodies pumping. The room filled with moans and a sweaty smell. I felt a load of hot sperm shoot into my body. Our bodies slowed down. I had heard that young men didn't last too long their first time, but frankly, neither did I. After we both had cum, he pulled himself out of me and laid down next to me. We were both panting hard. After a few minutes we had calmed down. I snuggled up to him, his hands holding mine. I gave him little kisses on the cheek and told him how much I loved him. I cuddled up next to him, my breasts pressing against his boyish and bare chest. We exchanged little kisses and talked in between. "How was I?" I asked quietly. He rested his hand on my neck and kissed me, "You were perfect baby." "So were you." I giggled, "You looked so sexy, with you on top. Did you always envision yourself on top?" He laughed, "How did your Daddy raise such a naughty girl?" I giggled, "I had always fantasized of you on top." He nodded, "So did I." I rested my head on my shoulder and closed my eyes. There was a silence. Then I heard the front door downstairs slam and my Dad call out, "Grace!" My eyes darted open. The Soccer Bitch Prologue: I had joined my local Sunday soccer league team not too long ago. It was a small county side based team with only 15 players. I joined knowing I had always been a good left winger. This I suspected was down to my small height and slim frame which gave me some pace and a good centre of gravity. I was also very energetic, at 20 years old; I could run and run and run. It had been going well for me; the men on the team were all friendly - albeit brutish. Most were around 30-35, white, around 6ft with skinheads. The manager, Jay, was no exception to this. He stood however at 6ft4; he had a very athletic body, ripped and toned through years of gym work and sport. He bragged to the other players about his days playing in the conference. There was one little thing that irked me about the team however; as I was so much younger the team kinda took upon themselves to look after me. Only this meant referring to me as the bitch. "C'mon Luke you bitch 20 press ups" barked Jay with great pleasure on the training pitch. This always made me feel hugely embarrassed. What's more I could hear the other players sniggering in the background. I had tried to ask Jay to stop, but he didn't seem to get my concern or anguish. In the end I just put it down to football banter and got on with it. This went on for about a couple of month or so. However it had got to the stage where each week without fail the team would call me bitch, push me around make me lose training drills. "Bitch, a lap of the pitch, now!" the gaffe bellowed after losing one of the drills on the cold winters evening. I wearily began on my way slowly, jogging past each member without making eye contact, when suddenly I heard a loud slap sound in tandem with a sharp but sudden sting on my left cheek. It took me a moment to take in that one of the lads had just spanked my butt! They all roared with laughter! I turned to see who the culprit was but it wasn't clear. After that this became the norm. I would come home from matches and training with a deep red butt from the casual spankings. I'd get my clothes on – spank on the butt. I'd run of collect the ball – spank on the butt. You get the idea, it would have been ok, I suppose, if it was just one person but it seemed to be the whole team. I think the most humiliating thing of all was the laughing each slap got from the group! I'm sure that if it wasn't for the social side of the team and my enjoyment of the great game, that I'd have been long gone. Thing is I liked going out with the team and socialising . I thought if I kept it up eventually they'd become friends. I didn't have many friends before and didn't get out much before the team, now I was out almost every other week - usually in the clubs. Chapter One It was a moderately cold February night, I'd been invited out by the team to the usually pub and then to a club. The lads were partaking in one of their classic ultra-macho competitions to see how many "slags" they could pull. I never really gave, or was considered, any competition. It wasn't for the want of trying, may I add. Girls and I though just never seemed to go. I had had one brief encounter a year ago which ended as inexplicably as it started. I had drummed it into myself that it was because at 5ft7 - I was just too small and skinny to get noticed in places like this. Jamal used to win these competitions a lot. Jamal was one of the few black guys on the team, he was central defender and Captain. He wasn't too tall, around 5ft11, and his face was bodged from years of being bashed around. Despite this he oozed charisma, which is why, I think the girls liked him. Jamal never had much to do with me on the team, however he swaggered on over and put his arm around me patting my bum as he did so. "Sup bitch" Jay said with a wink. It was then that I had a hideous realisation. It was him who had first slapped me, I could tell from the way his hand gently patted my ass. "Don't make me embarrass you in training" I said trying to act confident. Jamal just laughed nonchalantly in response. Since I'd joined the team I'd been doing my best to try being a bit cocky, but the constant torment was really getting to me, and undermined my cockiness. "You can't embarrass me I have you in my back pocket bitch" Jamal was a bit of a dick, I didn't feel comfortable around him. "Look stop calling me bitch and spanking me" I tried to say assertively. However I don't think I nailed the assertive tone. "Ok, I'll make a deal I'll stop it, if you beat me at the teams poker night next month!" Jamal responded much to my surprise. "Deal" I said as Jamal sauntered on. It wasn't a great deal, and I still had to deal with him calling me names and spanking for another month. The month went by in a blur not much changed in the team however we were performing very poorly in the league. We were only a point about relegation, it was March now and there were only a couple of games left. However tonight was poker night and I was determined to beat Jamal. Poker night was at Jay's house at 8, I made it my priority to be there a little bit early to size up my opponents. I arrived at 10 to 8 and expected a big lavish house with the trophy wife, so you can imagine my surprise when I turned up to a distinctly averaged terraced house – with no wife! Slowly everyone arrived and the poker game was started each of us put in $30.00. The pot was a very appealing $450. I was no pro admittedly but I was cautious and played it safe. We got started I won a few hands lost a few and it carried on like so. The hours wore on and I was still in. I had few chips left though – but I had made it through to the last three! Jay had the second least and Jamal was winning, the rest of the team sat round having a hearty drink and throwing insult around. It had got to about 3am now; the rest of the team had gone. By some miracle I was still in, and I had been slowly growing my fortune! Unluckily for Jamal he had just gone all in and got beaten by Jay. Jay roared in delight and Jamal cursed his luck. Jamal headed off home disheartened. "Goodbye Jamal" I said, and gave him a wink. I had won and was no longer to referred to as bitch or spanked by the captain. "Just me and you bitch" said Jay. My happiness was to be premature though as I realised that the manager could still call me it. It had gotten late now it was about 4 am. The alcohol had really taken affect upon me, and after some poor judgement I was down to my very last chip! It was a certain win now for Jay. "I'll cut you a deal, ok?" Jay said looking at me coyly. "I'll give you 500 worth of chips to keep on playing. If you win I'll get the whole team to stop taking the piss outta you and spanking you, however if you lose you have to serve me for the night. You know make me dinner, drinks, and stuff". I should've known better to make a deal with Jay especially when I was quite drunk. In my drunken mind this seemed a good deal, however it wasn't . For one Jay still had a huge amount more chips then me, secondly I didn't want to spend more time with the manager! More hands played and my drunken state had made me rash, I won the first hand with a pair of 7's but promptly lost the next two. Jay meanwhile was telling me how he liked his food cooked, whilst giving me a smug smile which gave me a bad feeling. My next hand was dynamite, ace of diamonds and spades, I tried to play it cool, I raised the bet a bit. The first cards were turned a 6 of clubs a jack of hearts and a 4 of clubs. I raised a substantial amount, Jay met my bet. I felt good, I was so sure I had this, Jay didn't look at all confident. The next card came out 6 of diamonds; I had two pairs and was now extremely confident, I raised, based on Jay's uneasy face. Jay matched my bet. The next two cards that came out were a jack of clubs and a 3 of diamonds; I decided to go all in, I was positive I'd win; my hands were trembling with anticipation and excitement. Jay matched my bet, which in hindsight wasn't such a big risk for him, considering his strong position. He now looked confident, the uneasy look was all but gone, and I could feel myself sweating. We revealed our cards, it seemed to go in slow motion, I looked eagerly at his cards – king of clubs and a two of clubs. I felt a horrible sinking feeling I slouched back in my seat, defeated. A broad grin spread across Jay's face. "Well bitch looks like you serve me now, for a start you can come here and suck my dick!" "What?" I said surprised. "We bet that if you lost you would serve me, now I want a blowjob so come one bitch". said Jay. I felt sick, I knew Jay was quite sly but this wasn't like him . "But,... but, I'm not gay". I stammered. "That's neither here nor there, we made a deal. I've liked your smooth milky skin since the day we met; now I want to see your pink lips around my cock!" Jay said with a wicked smile. I stood up scared I looked at Jay who sensed I was his and leant back spreading his legs apart to reveal the outlines or his bulge through his trousers. "Come on bitch get on your knees" he hissed. I had a clean sight of his door, so I took it and ran for it. I knew I was quicker than Jay; I reached the door and bolted through it. Jay hadn't even chased me, I thought it was weird and wondered if he was just joking about the whole thing. As I fell asleep that night I wondered what the next training session would be like. Chapter Two It had been 3 days since the poker night, and the night of training was closely arriving. The whole day at work I had been unable to concentrate. I had the image of Jay's big bulge imprinted on my mind, I was scared he was going to try enforcing the bet on me, and I cursed myself for making the stupid bet. I arrived for training a bit later than usual but no one seemed to notice, we got into a few drills and all was good. "Great shot!" Jay said with a raised voice. He omitted calling me a bitch, I ran back to line no one spanked me. It was weird had he forgotten or was he joking. Training carried on like this till around May. It was the last day of the season and we needed a win to avoid relegation from the league. I hadn't prepared right before the game, consequently I was very nervous, this wasn't helped by the fact it was a big game too, against our closest rivals. There was a lot of bad blood between the two sides; it was a tense 0-0, we needed to win to secure our safety which only added to the tension. The game was evenly matched – there were few chances. The ball broke for me nicely in the last minutes. I rounded the defender and went to shoot but scuffed the shot wide. It was an appalling miss, and Jamal let me know it. I felt bad immediately. "What the fuck was that shit! Do you not want to win?" Jamal yelled. Jamal's eyes were fiery with rage. I wanted the ground to swallow me up. Back in the changing rooms, I sat there disheartened we were relegated from the league. The lads sat in the changing room, heads bowed, whilst Jay was shouting all the while. Something about how shit we were and that he could've played better on his own. "I'm off now lads, look tonight were all still going out though, end of season partttaay! So make sure you show a better fucking performance tonight then you did out there!" Jay begrudgingly said having finished his rant. And with that he was gone. Slowly, one by one the lads wondered into the showers dejected and disinterested. Something inside of me compelled me to take a sneak peak at a cock in the shower. I did not know if it was the subconscious image of Jay's bulge imprinted on my mind. I lowered my head discretely and caught a glimpse of Jamal's cock. It was long longer, in fact I looked around some more, and everyone seemed to be longer than mine! I knew full well I was no Ron Jeremy, but I had always considered my 5" tool average. Jamal's cock was the one that caught my eye the most, it was long probably 7 inches, it looked thick too. I must admit I'd watched a lot of porn, well I had too... I wasn't getting any elsewhere! Jamal's cock looked like porn stars long thick and glistening in the water. As I began to look up and get out I happened to catch Jamal looking at me with a very smug look. He had seen me! I could feel myself blushing a deep red, I was so embarrassed I rushed dressing and left as quick as possible – before anyone else had even came out the showers. BZZZ BZZZ, my phone went off with a text from Jay. I'd fallen asleep as soon as id got home, it was now 7pm, we were supposed to be going out at 8pm. I didn't really feel in the mood for the torment that would come my way after missing that chance. I opened the text it read "I've decided you're still allowed to come out after that horrendous miss! See you at the pub in an hour bitch". I felt low, I hadn't been called bitch since the poker night, and it looked like it was back. I groaned picked up my phone chucked on some jeans and a white tee shirt and left. I arrived at the pub just as the cabs were coming to take us to the club. I was greeted by the team Jay gave me a hug, his hands fell a little lower than what a "friends" hug might've. I found this odd, but thought nothing more of it. The club scene was no different for me than usual still no girls seemed interested, I'd had a quite a few shots and was a bit worse for wear by the time we left. Most of the team had pulled, and there were only 4 of us, including Jay, remaining for the cab home. As the cab pulled up to our neighbourhood I realised I didn't have my keys, I frantically searched around my pockets but they weren't anywhere to be seen. "Whatchya doing there bitch?" Jay said interrupting my search. "I lost my keys.." I told him agitatedly. Jay looked over me, almost eyeing me up before saying as sympathetically as he could - "you can come to my place if you like bitch, can't sleep on the streets". I hesitated for a while, would this be awkward, last time I was there I was ordered to suck his dick. On the other hand he hadn't even mentioned it since, maybe he was over it, maybe it was just a joke. I begrudgingly accepted his offer. This seemed to please Jay a great deal and rendered me quite nervous. Good!" Jay said. We arrived at Jay's at about 3 am and I was feeling nervous I was still quite drunk though which probably saw me through the door. Jay walked on behind me and opened the door for me. "You can have a seat in the living room bitch" Jay pointed me to the left at the living room. I took a seat on the sofa and sat quietly, hoping this wouldn't be awkward and Jay had forgotten about the bet. However this hope would be short lived. Jay walked in and passed me a cider and took a seat opposite me. "Remember last time you were here, you ran away didn't you bitch?" Jay said coldly. "Don't start with this, I was very drunk, I didn't think that's what you meant by serve?" I pleaded. "It's just a blow job, if you just give me a blow job, you won't have to serve me, we'll call it quits, ok? I need this it's been long" Jay said this without breaking eye contact. It made me feel nervous and scared. "Do you promise? I want you to stop calling me bitch too? And show me some respect? Then we have a deal". Jay eagerly agreed motioning me to come nearer to him. I got up off the couch and began to walk over to him, although only a few metres away it felt like a few miles. I could feel Jay's eyes all over my body. I couldn't believe what I was about to do. "I'm not gay though, you can't tell anyone" I managed to croak out. Jay just nodded. "Come on get on your knee's bitch" I looked at him quizzically and Jay sensed my apprehension. "Look you said I couldn't call you bitch once you'd blown me, but you haven't blown me yet. So you're still my bitch!" Jay explained. I felt really low, but knew this would be the end of it. I looked down at his crouch. "We don't have all day!" Jay barked. Jay pulled me by my waist down in between his knees. He stretched and sat back into his chair , his hand beyond his head, full of bliss. A stark contrast to my nervous scared face; I wasn't sure what to do. I looked at his crotch area for a while until Jay got bored and without warning stood out of his chair and yanked his jeans off. "Do I have to do everything myself! Jay exclaimed. "Now give it a little kiss, right on the head..." Jay teased. I was static. His cock had looked big in the bulge and here it was only semi hard lying at what must have been about 9 inches. He didn't look thick by any means but he wasn't exactly thin. I stared in fear of it, Jay wiggled it around and it swung and hit me on the cheek leaving a bit of pre cum on my face. Jay had become impatient, grabbing my hair and pulling my face down to meet his cock, which bounced off my lips. "We both know you're going to suck my dick, bitch, you want this. You want this cock in your mouth, I know you do. It'll all be over; the torment, the bet; and all you have to do it suck my dick" Jay teased. I felt nervous and blushed; I decided to go for it, after all this was a onetime thing. I kissed the tip like Jay wanted and was greeted by Jay telling me to open up. Clearly he'd had enough of the build-up. I opened my mouth and was pushed down on to Jay's big cock which was still growing; it wasn't as thin as id first thought. I began to panic; I knew I couldn't do this. I tried to get up but Jay just held me in place. He was so much bigger than me, his big 6ft5 inch frame made it easy for him to hold me down. "Ha, where do you think you're going? "Jay chuckled. "We had a deal. You agreed to this. Let me tell you something, a blow job is getting it down your throat and enjoying it. I want to hear you enjoying my meat. If you don't, I may just not be able to honour our deal". With that I was defeated. I gave up trying to get away and began to suck. I was so humiliated. His cock tasted soft but was rock hard in my mouth; it was musky and had big veins on it which I could feel with my tongue. His cock was invading my mouth and I felt resigned to take it. It was then that I decided that if I could get him off it would end quicker. So I went to work, doing what I thought was best. I swirled my tongue over his bell end and in his pee slit, it tasted funny - sweaty, probably from the long night in the club. I tried my very best to get him off, I began to wank the base of his cock – which drew loud grunts from Jay. I kept this up for a while but my hand began to ache, and Jay started to become more vicious. By now he had gotten into a rhythm of thrusting about half into my mouth, making me gag, pulling out to my lips and repeating. This had gotten easier as time had gone on, my spit had made his cock slippery, so slippery my mouth was practically sliding half way up and down his big cock. I couldn't get used to the taste and the invader in my mouth had caused my jaw to ache, what made it even worse Jay would be making comments such as: "Oh yeah your lips look so good wrapped around my cock" Jay teased. "Ohhh, Bitch, you've got a good mouth, we need to do this again" Jay added to the humiliation. Jay's comments just made me feel even more embarrassed, and he could sense it, so he carried on calling me names. "You're the best prettiest cocksucker bitch, you should just give me blowjobs instead of playing for the team." Jay said trying to humiliate me. I felt so low and dirty, but despite this, I could feel my cock twitching – I had a semi! Maybe it was the alcohol I didn't know but I couldn't be enjoying this. I was snapped back to reality by Jay slapping the side of my face . "I asked you a question bitch!" In my confusion I'd shut Jay out. I looked up at him with a pleading expression, Jay looked to be having way to much fun to stop.