The Thorny Rose Part I

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Jim looked down at Karen on her knees, sucking his cock. What a fuckin’ slut he thought.


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They had gone out to a nice late-night dinner and he drove her to the house after, to fuck, and here she was with her lips wrapped around his hard cock. His left hand with a fist full of her blond hair was pushing her head down, lodging his entire cock in her throat, gagging her. Her body was tight, with perfect tits, small waist, an all over tan, and a sweet little ass. She looked so fuckin’ hot bent over with her tits hanging down as she looked up at him with his cock in her mouth. Her pink nipples always hardened like small diamonds when she was sucking him and that shaved cunt of hers was dripping wet.



“That’s right Karen, take it…….take it all, you fuckin’ whore.”, he ordered as he held her still by pulling her hair and controlling her movement as he pumped his cock in and out, forcing her to spittle and drool as he thrust it past her gag reflex.



Just then the phone rang. Aw fuck he thought. I’ll just ignore it and let the fuckin thing ring as the familiar click of the answering machine could be heard, and then the slurred “Hello? Hell..llo? Jim you there? Jim…Jim pick up the phone, I need …a ri…ride” was being recorded. Shit, its Mom again. Staring down at Karen as she was deep throating his cock like the good girl and cunt she was, he sighed and pulled her head off his hard cock.



He walked over to the table and grabed the phone. “Mom, what the fuck? I thought you were on a date.” He cursed into the phone as it stopped the recording since he interrupted the message.



“I was, but now I’m at th ..the bar and ne..need a ride. Will you come ….get me?” She was practically incoherent in the receiver.



This wasn’t the first time, shit it wasn’t even the fourth or fifth time anymore that his mom had done this. Seemed almost every few weeks he was picking her drunk ass up at the bar to bring her home. Tonight especially he wasn’t in the mood for this shit. He shot a look to Karen still kneeling in the same spot and cursing that his mom called and killed the mood to fuck his bitch.



“Better get dressed babe, I gotta run you home and then go get Mom.” He reluctantly grumbled to Karen.



She stood up and put on her sexy black bra, lace thong panties, and shimmied into her tight black dress that showed off her delectable curves. She was already wearing the black patent come-fuck-me pumps while kneeling at his feet. Karen really was a hot piece of ass and was one of the best cocksuckers he’d experienced so far in all of his twenty-five years of living on the planet. So he was definitely royally pissed-off that his mom cut into his action tonight. Not to mention the fact he’d have to drive into the City to get her, which was a pain in the ass from out here, in the burbs, where they lived.



Jim wasn’t even in the mood to have Karen suck him off in the car on the ten minute drive back to her apartment. He dropped her off and headed in the direction towards the City to get Mom.



His mind drifted and reflected back on things. His mom, Nicole, wasn’t really his biological mom, but to him she was as close as any birth mom could be in his book. She wasn’t always the drunken cocksucking whore she seemed she was transforming into since Dad’s death five years ago. God knows how many cocks she’d sucked and maybe fucked this past year, but it was lot fuckin’ more than just a few, considering how many times he’d driven to the bar to pick her up.



He was driving but not really paying attention to the route and seemed to be on auto-pilot on the freeway. He thought back when he was six and Dad married Nicole after the divorce from his real mom, who basically abandoned him when they went their separate ways. Nicole took to bonding with him right away and treated him as if she’d given birth and was his natural mother. It never occurred to him to call her Nicole instead of Mom. The three of them were like the fuckin' Cleavers and it was almost sickening how they were such a happy, close family; how much she loved him and Dad. She raised him from a small child, bracing the role, and was more a mom to him than some of the fucked up mothers that were even somewhat abusive to a few of his buddies while growing up.



His mind suddenly skipped ahead to when he was sixteen and already sexual. In fact, his first experience was at fourteen banging some senior cheerleader in the backseat of her car that her parents bought for her. He was a freshman at the time but already he was taller than most in his class and definitely not a gangly or awkward looking teen. At fifteen, he was good enough to play varsity football and it was like a chick magnet being on the team. He was fucking girls as easily as opening a bag of Doritos. By the time he was sixteen he’d even graduated to fucking college girls in their dorm rooms after the games.



It was around this time in his life he started noticing mom in a different way, as a woman, and a good-looking one at that.



Mom and Dad were always openly affectionate with each other; kissing and hugging or cozying up on the couch to watch t.v. Dad loved to swat or pinch her ass as she walked past him and she would do small, subtle things like brush up against him with her breasts when he was doing something like cooking or taking a phone call. To please dad she would often wear sexy, low-cut blouses and tight skirts or form fitting jeans that hugged her figure. Mom was a shoe whore and had a huge collection of high heels that she’d wear with her outfits even if it was just around the house. He rarely saw her in simple sandals and never flip-flops. Her hair was reddish-blond and long to the middle of her back and her body was in great shape, considering she was nineteen years older than him. She had nice tits and a round ass with a decent pair of legs that looked pretty fine in those heels of hers. To him she looked fuckin’ good, considering the moms he knew of when he’d visit his buddies, all frumpy and beat-down looking, like the life had been sucked out of them. Mom’s blue eyes always seemed to sparkle, and when she laughed, which was often, her entire face lit up.



He always tried to ignore Mom’s appearance when she’d glide up to the dinner table as he was snacking on something from the fridge after school. When Mom would get up to open the fridge to get a cold drink to join him, it’d make him shift slightly in the chair because of his instant hard-on. Looking at her luscious ass as she was reaching in for a bottled water gave him the single thought of bending her over the fuckin' table and pounding the shit out of her. She always took time from her day to sit a few minutes and ask about his football, his buddies, details about his latest conquest or girlfriend. It was hard not to notice her tight nipples pushing against her blouse or t-shirt when sitting there chatting away with him oblivious to what it was doing to him. Fuck, he wanted to suck on her tits and bite those nipples. Then, right before she’d leave the table to resume to her usual routine and daily business, she’d squeeze his hand and give him a smile and a wink, which would turn his already hard dick into granite.



In bed, on nights he wasn’t out with the guys, playing football, or screwing some girl, he would stroke his cock and think about what Mom looked like naked in the shower or fantasize about her sucking his cock. It never failed; the image of his mom on all fours in the middle of the bed as he mounts her from behind and fucks her hard and deep in her wet cunt, made him jack-off in his hand almost instantly.



Shit, the exit Jim realized, as he cut across two traffic lanes on the freeway before he missed it and would have had to turn around.





Continue reading The Thorny Rose Part II

My wife opens up after watching porn together

A sexual relationship takes a turn for the better


My wife Jill and I (Brian) kept sex pretty normal throughout our relationship. Both young (mid-twenties) and together for our entire lives, never really ventured past your traditional sex. Sex between us was always great, don’t get me wrong. Just after knowing Jill for so long and her ideas of how sex should be, I could of never guessed she’d have a little devil hiding deep within her.

For years now I’ve tried to open her up to new ideas and get her to lose some of her inhibitions, but never succeeded. Up till now. But before I tell you about our first night of fun I have to tell you a little about Jill and how our lives changed. It all started about four months ago, while visiting a local video store. Like usual, we’d walk around looking for a movie, except that night Jill and I accidentally walked into the adult section. By this time, we’d usually turn around, but reminding Jill of an article in one of her magazines about couples who watch porn together, I suggested we give it a try. To my surprise Jill agreed and we ended up leaving with a couple soft-core films.

What a night that turned out to be. Of coarse, I enjoyed watching and, even more, the great sex that followed, but couldn’t believe how much Jill was also getting into it. I didn’t know it at the time, but that was the start to what opened up so many new doors in our sex lives.

Finally, after eight years together (that’s how long unbelievable maybe, but true), I watched Jill lose her stereotypical thoughts of sex and nudity, and transform into a woman I only dreamed of till now. Like two kids with a new toy, the two of us couldn’t get enough, Almost nightly, we’d pop in a new tape, gradually moving into harder-core films. My Jill was no longer the modest, shy little wife I knew, Instead the more we watched the wilder things developed. Thanks to our new hoby we found a new passion in our sex lives and felt more comfortable with our sexualities. Learning new ways of pleasing each other along with an arsenal of new techniques and positions, even buying toys like vibrators and dildo’s that we seen in the movies.

Sex wasn’t the only thing that changed, Jill’s whole perception of herself also improved. Dressing a lot more provocative (ie, minis and low-cut tops) and even showing signs of exhibitionism. Having sex now in the open or going to the beach in tiny thong bikinis. Sometimes even taking off her top or going skinny dipping, when no one else was around.

I could tell she enjoyed the thrill and, more then once, the attention she got when others did catch us, but that’s what made it fun. This continued for a couple more weeks and, by now, things were extremely wild. All the way up until one night, we were having sex while watching a porn. It was then that I noticed Jill was a little more wet and horny then usual. Her eyes were fixed on the TV and was showing a lot of interest in what was playing. When I looked up to investigate, I was shocked to find her watching a scene of a foursome, where one girl was sucking both men while she was getting eaten out by another girl. Could this be? Was this the cause of Jill’s excitement? We talked about trying something like that before but the subject always died after sex.

But, watching Jill that night made me only wonder, so, when I asked her if she liked what see was watching and if she would like to try it, the look on my face said it all. When Jill smiled and said ‘Yes’. I couldn’t believe Jill agreed to try it, and we ended up talking about it the whole night.

The two of us felt relieved to finally tell each other our deepest fantasies without feeling weird. Jill admitted she had been feeling curious for sometime now about the idea of being with another woman and, equally, the idea of two men. She told me that watching this only added to her desire. I was glad I wasn’t the only one with these thoughts anymore, as we made a few rules that night as well: like how our first should be with another couple, and that what ever happens would be strictly sex. They’d also have to be around our proportions and close to our ages.

(To fill you in Jill’s petite, 5’3” 105lb. Brown hair and eyes, 34C, with a tight tanned body, while I‘m 5‘8 175lb, fit and athletic.).

We also didn’t want to ask anyone we knew, and decided the only way was to look elsewhere by placing an ad on an online dating site. Within the next couple of days, we were overloaded with responses; so many that choosing one to be our first was a little difficult. We took our time and responded with a few, occasionally talking to them over the phone. Everyone seemed down to earth and shared the same interest as us, but one in particular, Steven and Laura really stood out. Although older, in their 30s, and very experienced, Steven and Laura seemed to have hit all the right buttons. It also helped that we found them both very attractive, and, after a few more conversations on the phone, and a couple more exchanges of some rather nice nude pictures of each other, we decided to meet.

Laura and Steven wanted to plan everything, and asked to take us out for an exciting night of dancing and fun at a club not far from their place—where if everything went well, we could spend the rest of the night relaxing in their hot tub, hopefully having our first as well.

When that night finally came, so many thoughts were going through our minds, but still we couldn’t wait for this day to come. We had gotten ready and Jill planned to look extra appetizing that night. Shaving herself completely and putting on a new white thong set she picked up especially for this night. Over that she wore a jeans miniskirt and an almost sheer blue top. She was definitely turning heads as we entered the club.

Steven and Laura were already there when we arrived, and had a table waiting for us. Laura looked even hotter in person dressing almost identical to Jill, in a miniskirt of her own. Sitting next to these two hot women made Steven and me the envy of the club.

That night progressed smoothly, the four of us getting along really well: dancing with each other, and giving Laura and Jill a little time to dance with themselves. We were really satisfied with our decision, and the sexual build-up between the four of us was growing beyond everyone’s control. Having the most erotic night of our lives, filled with non-stop flirting and a little daring fun by our wives.

Taking advantage of their miniskirts, and daring each other not to cross their legs for the rest of the night. Turning their panties into a game for Jill and Laura as the two of them kept their legs apart far enough for Steven and me to have a clear view of them. They both had on very small, sexy panties on, leaving nothing to our imaginations.

We all had fun with that, and, every once in a while, they got caught giving some lucky guy a nice view as he walked past—only adding to the excitement as the two of them, being good sports, never once bothered to conceal themselves. I know, after that, we all had one thing in minds and couldn’t wait to get out of there. Everything was going great and Steven and Laura were very pleased with us, asking us if we’d like to go back to their house. We didn’t hesitate. We followed them and, when we got there, the four of us continued playing around. Steven and Laura made us another drink, and we relaxed more in the privacy of their house. Jill and Laura thought the game was over and no longer showed us their panties, while Steven, on the other hand, was the first to ask them if they still wanted to play, or if maybe we’d like to try something else.

Jill and I said sure and we’re up for any suggestions, while Laura spoke out asking Steven and me when it would be their time to see us in our underwear, then asking if we’d like to take a dip in their Jacuzzi, and maybe have a little naughty fun. By the smiles we all had on, it didn’t take long for the four of us to start undressing. Jill and Laura each stripped down to their thongs and we all got our first look at the girls’ breast, while Steven and I had on bikini briefs.

I couldn’t help but notice Laura’s body as we all headed outside, she stood at 5ft 6in, about 115lb, sandy blond hair, hazel eyes, with a killer body. She wasn’t any larger then Jill at 36C but still looked great, perfect in every way. Jill was stunning herself, and both girls could obviously tell we were revving to go by the two hard-ons we sported. It wasn’t a very big hot tub, made for four so we all sat pretty close to one another. We had only been in there for a few minutes and already our conversations were of sex. Under the water, you could clearly see the four of us getting a little touchy.

Steven and I were caressing our wives’ thighs, slowly moving up to rub their breasts, playing with their hard nipples, while Jill and Laura had their hands in our briefs. Then, all of a sudden, Laura reached forward to help me caress Jill’s breast and Jill leaned forward to give Laura a better feel. At that moment, the two of them crept closer together until their lips were locked in Jill’s first kiss with another woman. By then all of our hands found their way across each other’s bodies. Steven and Laura had theirs hands in Jill’s panties while Jill and I had ours in Laura’s, all the while the two girls still finding time to take our cocks out of our briefs and taking turns stoking us.

I had a finger deep in Laura, and she started riding my hand. Jill helped her out of her panties and then slid over next to Steven. She let him take hers off and rested herself on his lap while he worked his fingers in her pussy. As I was busy with Laura, I saw him lift Jill up in the air and sit her down on the edge. He spread her legs wide open and started kissing her body, till his face was buried between her legs, giving my wife a great licking. She held his head there, and I could tell she was enjoying his tongue.

Laura was craving the same attention and joined Jill by her side, pulling my head into her crotch. I took the hint and dove right in, eating her out as she bucked forward, grinding her pussy in my face. Steven and I ate each other’s wife out until they both climaxed in loud explosions. It was now our turn. They positioned us on the edge, pulling down our briefs and taking turns sucking on our cocks. We were about the same size, Steven a little shorter then my 8in, at about 7in, but a little thicker. Just watching her enjoy herself bobing up and down with Steven’s cock in her mouth, was too much for me, and I blew my first load in Laura’s mouth. Jill only let me cum in her mouth a couple times, so the feeling of pleasure I had when Laura took it all in and swallowed made my orgasm even better. About the same time Steven was ready to explode, I watched, and, surprisingly Jill, not wanting to be out-done did the same, taking it all in and swallowed everything Steven shot in her mouth.

Steven turned her head towards Laura and, in another kiss, the two of them shared our cum. The four of us decided to move out of the Jacuzzi and lay down on a comforter they had placed beside the Jacuzzi. Under the stars, we wasted no time jumping on each other. Laura helped Jill get on her back and spread her legs open. Laura climbed on Jill and started kissing around her pussy and over her stomach till, finally, her mouth was covering Jill’s pussy, turning my wife into jelly. Steven and I positioned ourselves next to Jill and offered her our cocks in her face. She took turns bringing us back to life, fulfilling one of her fantasies of sucking two men at once. Just watching her, with her eyes looking straight at me as she sucked on another mans dick, made us both smile.

She was loving it, and I was lucky enough to have my dick in her mouth when she had her first orgasm from Laura. I felt her take a hold of my cock with her lips and go crazy. I pulled out before I blew another load and offered her mouth to Steven, which he grabed quickly and stuck his cock deep down her throat.

After Jill climaxed, she was now the one begging to taste Laura’s pussy. The two of them switch positions. For her first time tasting another woman’s pussy, she was doing a great job. Laura was pushing her pussy harder and harder upward to Jill’s mouth, while Laura took over sucking our dicks. Jill’s ass was up in the air, and turned to us asking to be fucked.

Steven asked me if he could do the honours. I nodded okay, and he positioned himself behind her and slowly rubed his cockhead in the opening of her pussy, driving her wild. Gradually I saw his dick disappear in my wife, until he was vigorously pumping her, building a good rhythm. Laura saw this and was soon having an orgasm of her own, pulling Jill’s face harder and harder on to her pussy. When she finally settled down and got up from under my wife, I could see Jill’s face totally wet and covered with her juices. Laura wanted to be fucked as well, and got on all fours, holding my dick in one hand and pulling me in to her soaked pussy. She pushed straight back and forced my dick into her pussy in one shove. She was definitely a wild one, bucking like an animal, and moaning out loudly how she wanted me to fuck her.

Steven and I worked them in every position, taking turns, and switching back and forth for what seemed like hours. Every time I re-entered my wife, her pussy was even more wet and stretched out. Steven and I had put these two girls through a workout. They were already on their sixth orgasm of the night before I couldn’t take it any longer and deposited my load deep in Laura's pussy. As I pulled out, I could see my cum running down her legs. Laura quickly turned around and offering to share me with Jill. The two of them sucked me clean

For a little while Jill had yet another fantasy fulfilled, of having one dick in her pussy and another in her mouth. That was it for Jill, and she flew into an earth-moving orgasm, screaming and bucking herself harder on Steven’s dick, sending him into an orgasm with her. He thrust her forward, pumping her even harder until he dumped a full load of cum in my wife.

When Steven pulled his dick out, I could see his cum dripping out of her pussy as Jill fell to her stomach trying to catch her breath. The four of us lay there fully satisfied and full of cum, all over our wives’ legs, faces, and dripping out of their pussies. Laura turned Jill over and got into a 69 with her, they cleaned each other off as we stood back and watched them. It was a wonderful sight watching our wives suck our cum out of each other.

After they were done, we all got back in the hot tub. Still naked, feeling great, and trying compose ourselves. we made each other another drink and thanked everyone for a great fuck.

We were just about ready for round two when we heard some noise and looked to see where it came from. I guess we were a little too loud and had attracted the attention of one of their neighbours, who, we guessed, had been watching the whole thing from his balcony. It all gave us a good laugh and, since it was already too later for barrassment, we just smiled and waved. He said that was very nice and thanked us for the show. The four of us said thanks and goodnight moving it in doors, giving him another look at Jill and Laura’s naked bodies as we never bothered covering up and walked right in.

We stayed there till the sun came up, fucking each other all over again and again till we finally collapsed, exhausted and wore out.

That was the best night of our lives, but definitely not our last. We now see them regularly, and still get a great laugh whenever we see their neighbour. We weren't the first to get caught by him, and Steven and Laura assured he's a cool guy, so we didn't mind letting him watch us having sex, and he promised not to bother us. Since then,

Steven and Laura asked us if we’d like to join their circle of friends and can’t wait until we met them. All thanks to that one night we visited the video store and went home with a porno.


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It had been a long time since I had last seen Alicia. What was it, fifteen years?


No. Sixteen. Good Gawd A’mighty!


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Actually, she looked better than I rbered. Of course, that last time I saw her she was recovering from breast-reduction surgery and wasn’t in her best sorts. We were also married to other people then, and it wasn’t the best time for me either. I hate winter, and back then it was a dark, wet, and miserably cold winter, too.



But this time, even though it was winter again, it was also south Texas instead of Kentucky, and the sun was shining warmly. Makes all the difference in the world! I was in town to deliver a load of air conditioning equipment, and was seriously out of driving hours for the week when it was over. I made it to the nearest truck stop and "dropped anchor" for the weekend.



It took a few tries with the local phone book before I found her. She shrieked with delight when I told her who this "strange voice from her past" was.



"Jimmy, you were never strange, just perverted!" she exclaimed, then added: "You know how I like that in a man!"



I always did have rather, um…unusual ideas about how to do the horizontal cha-cha, and not all of them were horizontal. That was then, though.



"Where’s Esther? Is she with you?"



"Well…you know how it is…"



She did, having been around a couple of times herself. No more needed to be said in that department.



Before long she pulled up to the truck stop in a Camaro with the top down. Let me rephrase that: it was the CAMARO’S top that was down. Her’s was up just fine, thank you very much. A convertible coupe was just like her. When I knew her the first time it was a Triumph Spitfire. My ex- reported that she like to ride with her skirt up around her waist and no panties to give truckers a thrill. I wasn’t driving trucks in those days, dammit!



Al’s hair was a lot longer than before, and I could see that the surgeon had been a great artist. Al always was well proportioned and "statuesque," but top-heavy. Now she was about as perfectly figured as could be imagined, with cleavage no Wonderbra could provide. For that matter, she wasn’t wearing a bra, yet her breasts had that gravity-defying thrust of a teenager’s. She was wearing a form-fitting long sleeved white bodysuit that set off her perpetual tan, and a tailored white leather jacket and miniskirt. A pair of strippy little high-heeled sandals made her legs look two yards long. I knew I was in trouble. All I wanted was to see an old friend, but seeing this "old friend " was like getting hit by my truck! I was in trouble, but it was too late to turn back.



"Jimmy!!!" she squealed and threw her arms around my neck, pressing that fabulous body of hers against mine and smothering me with kisses.



"Good to see you, Al!" I said with all the warmth I could muster. "Dinner’s on me, where we goin’?"



She took my hand and led me back to the car. We talked of old things, old friends, and times that were no more as we drove to a steakhouse and dined. As the Evening wore on I learned that while I had changed tremendously, she was remarkably the same as when we first met in the Seventies. She still painted and sculpted, usually in the nude, and still hung out with the local nudist colony on the beaches and at a few waterholes she knew in the desert. That accounted for her unmarked tan. She had also been into swinging `way back when, but had almost become a nun since breaking up with her last husband. Being bisexual, she had made do with one of her woman friends from the nudists, but she definitely preferred men.



By the time she dragged me to her place she was a little tipsy from the cocktails and wine we had had with dinner. Fortunately, it only made her more charming, if that was possible, but I still insisted on driving. While I enjoy alcohol, it isn’t my favorite inebriant, my preferred herb is one of those things that mustn’t show up in my urine if I want to keep on driving, so it’s "on hiatus" until I retire. Besides, while I enjoy Al’s hot sexuality, I’m not really trying to make any moves on her, especially if she’s at a disadvantage. I’m not that kind of a guy. I was just there to be with my friend.



But I could tell Al’s fire was hot in her fireplace, even hotter than the one she lit in the fireplace in her living room. She lit candles and turned on the stereo after we walked in, then fixed a shaker of martinis. Clearly, she was trying to make a move on me, and now I knew how a girl must feel when a guy is putting on a "full court press." At least I knew that Al had been, um…fixed some years back, so there wasn’t any worry of any "unexpected consequences" to worry about.



"Stop that, Jimmy! You’re just here for the friendship, rber?" the voice in my head snapped.



"Yeah, yeah, I hear ya’." I replied. So why am I not resisting any harder than I am?



She returned from the kitchen with the shaker and two glasses on a tray, bending just so to give me a good view of those bodacious wabos pressing against the thin fabric of her suit. She had left the jacket over the back of the chair by the front door as we came in. She straightened and knelt beside me on the sofa.



She poured a round and we touched glasses. Her eyes never left mine as we drank together.



"I’ve got to tell you, I was always jealous of Esther because she had you and I didn’t. I could tell how much more you loved her than Bill did me. I always wanted a man to love me like that, but never could find one who would."



That’s quite a compliment, and I had to pause and smile my appreciation.



"Ultimately useless, alas." I said, in my usual mock-noble way.



"No it’s not." She replied. "It wouldn’t be useless with me."



She was looking at me with "those" eyes when she said it. Dark eyes, and dark hair. I can’t resist dark eyes and dark hair, especially long, dark hair.



"Thanks, babe. It’s nice to hear someone else say it."



"It’s nice to be called `babe’." She said. "At least by someone who means it like you do." She was still looking at me as she said it.



This is getting too close. Even after several years of driving I’ve never had a load to here before, and might never get another one. Besides, she’s spayed and a—what is it—three-time loser already? I thought to myself savagely, trying to break this spell before things went too far. I didn’t want to…to…you know…if I couldn’t keep her and have children by her. That’s what I had set my sights on, right?



"Look, uh, Al…" I began.



"What?" she replied, leaning forward and stroking my cheek with her hand, and looking even deeper into my eyes than before. Maybe it was because she was so much closer than before, if that was possible. I noticed she was still wearing that same sandalwood musk perfume she used to wear when she and Bill were an item.



What, indeed? I knew I should have an answer that would shut this evening down and take me back to the safety of my truck without hurting her feelings, but I couldn’t say a thing. Al was a spectacularly beautiful woman, with one of the sexiest mouths I had ever seen. She was now inches from my face, stroking my hair…then she kissed me.



The first contact was small, almost like a child’s kiss; close-lipped and just a peck in the center. But then she pressed a little harder, and pulled me to her with her hand behind my head. The third was the killer, as her lips opened, she pressed hard, her eyes closed, and her tongue probed for mine. Her other hand found mine and guided it to her breast, a signal so unmistakable that I could feel my spine turn to macaroni. I squeezed gently, and heard her suck in her breath in response. I was a goner.



Alicia pulled back, unzipped her skirt, and reached between her legs to unsnap her bodysuit. In one motion she pulled it off over her head, like a cat stretching, her fine melons swaying with the motion as she arched her back to thrust them even higher for me. Long ago, I learned that if a woman takes it into her head to make love to you (got a better term?) to let her make all the moves. I waited for her instead of reaching out, even though she obviously expected me to do so. She didn’t miss a beat, though, and rose up and put her arms around my shoulders, guiding my face into her breasts.



She could feel me collapse into her as she pressed those warm, soft, life-giving mams to my head.



I relaxed even further, bracing her to me. It was no use hiding from her, she always did have a sixth sense when it came to feelings. I guess it was because I didn’t jump right away on her bones and grope her that gave me away.



"Jimmy, how long has it been since you’ve been with a woman?" she asked, gently.



"We divorced four and a half years ago."



"You-haven’t-had-a-woman-in-four-and-a-half-years???" she asked, incredulously, each word staccato from disbelief.



What could I say? I lay my head on her shoulder and held her even closer. I didn’t want to cry, but my emotional dam was about to burst. I held on for dear life, hoping I wouldn’t barrass myself.



Alicia drew back and was naked beside me, her cunt shaved and smooth. She rose and straddled my lap, took my head in both hands and looked deep into my eyes once more.



Then she laid a kiss on me that melted my molars.



She began to unbutton my shirt, which never works right with my gut. Trucking, while a physically demanding job, doesn’t provide for a lot of exercise, and I had never been of the "greek god" persuasion in the first place. From this point on I would have to actively participate if I didn’t want my clothes ripped to shreds, which would be romantic, but clothes can be hard to replace when you’re on the road. At least I had had sense enough to shower and shave at the truck stop before picking up the phone!



I took her face in my hands and kissed her back. The best defense is a good offense. Ever knowing, she stood up before me and took my hands, pulling me to my feet.



Alicia is a tall woman, only slightly shorter than I am. Esther comparatively was child-sized. It was…different kissing someone without having to bend over. The skin of her back was so smooth, and feeling girl-skin once again after so long sent sparks up my spine. I finished pulling my shirt off, but she had advanced to my belt buckle and zipper.



I didn’t want to undress before removing my socks. I knew how ridiculous I would look in my baggy old underwear and socks. I don’t dress for style on the road so much as for utility. When I’m at home I’m a clotheshorse, all suits and expensive ties, but I’m a thousand miles away from my closet. I had to get my shoes off first! There’s no way to do that and make love to a woman at the same time. The best I could do was to wrap one arm around her waist and hope she didn’t notice that I was using her to keep my balance as untied my clod-hopper work shoes and took them off. Then again, even if she did notice I don’t think she cared. She understood.



There! Now that I was barefoot I hoped she didn’t notice that I tend to scratch my feet (and elsewheres) to pieces. Truckers live in their clothes, often going the better part of a week between showers, and even then you’re right back into costume and back on the road, so our skins aren’t quite the same quality as beautiful women who actually live in houses and take the time and effort to put on the creams and lotions that keep them soft and smooth. I felt like a troll next to her.



Thank God for candlelight. Anybody can look good naked by candlelight.



She went to work once again on my trousers, and slipped them down, then pulled up on my undershirt. As I took it over my head I felt her hands pull off my briefs, sliding them down with her palms inside, gliding along my thighs. I smiled at the thought that she was copping a feel on me. I let her.



She straightened and drew me out onto the rug before the fire, getting into the beat from the stereo. Alicia still wore her shoes, which was driving me wild since it make her legs look so good. She stepped back and began to dance for me like a stripper in a tittie bar, jiggling her breasts and swaying her hips in time to the music, all the time looking me in the eye with heavy lids and a wisp of hair falling across her face, which she shook back and gritted her front teeth at me like an animal.



She opened her arms and motioned to me to dance with her. I don’t know squat about dancing, except to hug, turn in circles and try not to step on her feet. I had forgotten how warm a naked woman was. How soft and smooth…



She paused and laid a hand on my shoulder, balancing while she shucked off her sandals. Now she was looking up at me, and brushed back her hair with a finger and a toss of her head. This time when she kissed me I felt a hand snake down and squeeze my balls, a signal that couldn’t be misunderstood: this female meant to mate with me. Now!



She backed away and knelt on the rug. The heat of the fire was beginning to make me sweat, but you can’t beat a wood fire as a mood-setting background when you make love. And it was love that we were making, not just sex. I could sense her need for physical love from a man. The trbling flutter of her hands as she touched me, the quickness of her breath when I touched her, we were two people desperately in search of each other. She took my cockhead in her lips and began to suck it in ever-deepening strokes. It was like I had stuck my penis in a wall outlet. I was ragingly hard in seconds. At least THAT still worked!



I knelt with her. She began stroking my cock as I reached for her slit. She gasped as I fingered her hardening clit in its hood. I added two more fingers and rubed her labia between them. She made an animal sound and threw her head back and closed her eyes in ecstasy. I stroked her breast with my other hand and cupped it, squeezing gently. We rose on our knees together and I quickened my rhythm, in a moment she began to stiffen and clutch tightly to my shoulder as her passion built. Suddenly, she arched her back and threw her head up with a grunt like she had been punched in the stomach as she climaxed, which was good, because when she did she squeezed my cock so hard I thought it would burst.



The things we do for love. I managed to stifle any cry. I didn’t want her to quit squeezing my cock, just not so hard.



Sending her over the top ignited her engine. When she recovered she threw me on my back and attacked me like a lioness devouring a downed wildebeest. She straddled with those perfect thighs of hers and rocked back and forth, stroking my chest and grinding her cunt into my machinery. Alicia dismounted and turned to my cock again, throwing her hairless snatch onto my face, just like that.



"Mmuff! MMUFFF!!!" I tried to say through her superheated body.



She rolled off and looked back. "What? Did I hurt you?"



"No, I need a pillow for my head."



"Ohhhhh…" she replied understandingly and giggled. She got up and strutted over to the couch to get one of the throws, slinging that extra-fine ass of hers for all it was worth.



She strutted her way back and made a show of kneeling by my head with her knees on either side of my ears as she slipped the pillow under my head, giving me a great worm’s-eye view of those stupendous…magnificent…spectacular…



Then she jumped on my bones as if she was diving into a swimming pool.



"OOF!!!" I grunted as she belly-flopped on my stomach. I heard her laugh like water falling down stones, and she sucked up my cock again like a vacuum cleaner and tried her best to tear it out by the roots. She knew exactly what she was doing to me. I’ll fix ya for that!



I grabed her butt cheeks in my hands, pulled down and squeezed as hard as I could as I savagely attacked her cunt. she ground her hips down harder on my face, then returned to abusing my genitals like I was some sort of plush toy. Getting rough with her only made her hotter. God, I love that in a woman!



It was WWF versus the WCW as we wrestled in passion on that rug. Alicia pumped my dong like she was pumping water for a house fire. I sucked her nub into my lips, I licked, I bit, I tried to stick my tongue as far into her as it would go. I stretched her creamy buttocks like a baker kneading dough. She responded by jacking my stick with her fist. I guess I’m lucky in that I usually can’t come when someone else is sucking or jacking me off. Actually, I can go for hours that way, but believe it or not, there are better ways to pass the time. I had to get this amazon off me. Maybe in a minute…



As it turns out, she reared up on her own and crammed her crotch into my face with all her might. I thought I would suffocate, but what a way to go! I could hear her going "oh yeah!" over and over again as I tongued her slit. I reached up and grabed those tits with my hands. It was past time for gentleness, and I squeezed and stretched to my heart’s desire. Apparently I was getting no argument, because she grabed my hands in hers and guided my squeezing even harder.



Alicia let go with a grunt that I thought would bring the neighbors as she came again. She wound down a little and moved off my face. I never knew just how sexy BREATHING could be until now! She was still only getting started. She began to bob her shoulders to the music, and her breasts swayed back and forth for me. In one motion she stood up and turned to the fireplace, putting her hands on the mantle and spreading her feet, all the time swaying to the beat.



All for me. She looked over her shoulder at me as I was getting up, which I did slowly so that I could admire this tawny animal properly. I could see the mound of her pussy between her thighs, and the flex of her ass as her hips churned. Even though they had been reduced her tits were still big enough to bulge out on either side when viewed from behind. I slid my hands around them and positioned the cups of my palms over her nipples to pull her back to me. She raised up on tiptoe and put her hands back behind my head to increase the contact pressure between our two naked bodies. I felt my cock rise and jam against her butt, so I reached down and positioned it in the crack between her ass cheeks, like a hot dog in a bun.



She gave her ass another little shake to tickle my twang, and dropped one hand to her slit. Holding on with the other hand, she wiggled her nubin, and after a moment made a little gasp, stiffened, grunted through her teeth, and finally made those little "ah!" sounds as she climaxed. Alicia wilted a little, then turned to me and kissed me for a long, long time.



"Take me." She whispered, when we broke apart, slowly. She turned and reached for a little plastic bottle on the mantle, opened it, and squirted some on my cock, jacking it slowly to spread the lubricant evenly. My vixen then knelt on the rug and turned, thrusting her ass high up in the air. She wanted me to take her from behind.



I gazed upon her bung and pussy, so open and vulnerable to me. She had put quite a bit of juice on my rod, and my hand was slippery, so I put a finger into her cunt, and slowly, gently, pushed my thumb into her bung. Her ass cheeks tightened with pleasure against my hand as I finger-fucked her. I wanted her to be as hot as the fire that was roasting us from the fireplace. Hotter.



She cried out in passion as she built to her climax. She twisted and stretched as the steam built within her. It finally burst out in a scream loud and long. I love the feeling of…victory? when I bring a woman to climax. The feeling of power over another is a sweet intoxicant. I wanted more.



She rolled over on her back and spread her legs wide, gesturing to me with her arms with a look of total desperation on her face: "Now! Now! Please baby, take me now! Fuck me! I need you to fuck me! Shove that horse cock in me! Take me! TAKE MEEEEEE!!!"



Wow!



I jacked myself the last few strokes up as I positioned my cockhead in her slit, then pushed in. Alicia had one of those perfect cunts that fit like a glove as I slid home in a single thrust, our bodies meshing fully until we were one animal together. She groaned with pleasure and arched her back, pressing herself against me as I paused, letting her clamp down on my shaft.



Carefully, I ran my arms under her legs and lifted them over my shoulders. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she dropped back flat on the rug. Slowly, ever so slowly, I drew my cock back until just the head was still inside her, and then plunged again. She opened her mouth and gushed a wordless gush or air as I hit bottom again, then she looked at me with gritted teeth and slitted eyes, a look of total animal lust and desire as I began to pick up the pace.



Al began to move her hips to meet my thrusts, and our bodies began to slam together. The impact was hitting that nerve that runs behind my pubic patch, and my balls, hanging long from the heat, slapped against her smooth ass below, driving me higher and higher with each impact.



"Yeah, do me baby! Squirt that hot cream inside me! I wanna feel you shoot your load in me! I wanna feel you cum! Fuck my cunt! Fuck me hard! Fuck me! Fuck me! FUCK ME!!! She was going crazy under me, pulling my head down into her tits, clawing at my back, squirming and bucking with every stroke I gave her.



…But not yet. Not yet. I knew that if I wanted to completely possess this amazon I had to outlast her. I slowed my pace and plunged back in to keep my erection, pausing at the bottom, and then withdrawing slowly…slowly…



Alicia was frantic. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING???" she cried, her face a mask of fear and horror. "Please, please don’t stop! Please! Finish me off! Please, please baby, PLEASE! MAKE ME CUM!!!" She was gasping with anxiety that I might pull out. "You GOTTA make me cum!"



Gotta? Who sez? I know I must have had a look of cruel triumph on my face, and why now? I was being a little cruel perhaps, and I had won her, body and soul. Boy, would SHE gonna be grateful!



I slammed down like a pile driver into her silk-lined cunt. I withdrew and slammed down again, as hard as I could. I grabed her shoulders so she couldn’t slide away and began fucking her with all my might, copulating like I was trying to drive a spike into a rock wall.



Faster and faster, harder and harder. I could feel my dick swell to immense proportions. I became microscopically small behind genitals the size of my truck, ramming headlong into her again and again. I felt the volcano pressure between my legs grow ever higher, goaded by her screams and moans, until at last the dam finally burst. I shot gallons of cum, oceans of white hot hot white cream into her, emptying myself like a high-pressure fire hose when the nozzle valve is opened suddenly, as thousands of volts of sexual energy cracked up our spines and exploded our brains into the blissful space of completion, the "little death" of climax.



Gently, I disengaged, as my cock went limp inside her. This is the part I always hate, the parting. Like all horndogs, I wish I could stay in penetration forever, but Nature doesn’t work that way. We both began to giggle like children secretly playing naked as we felt it go flaccid and at last fall out, like a deflated balloon. Alicia was an experienced lover, and had a wet cloth close at hand. She caught the drible of juice before it could make a mess on the rug, and then lovingly washed my penis after I had flopped down exhausted beside her. I was so sensitive from the stroking that I jerked spasmodically, then I saw she was having her "revenge" for my having tortured her so.



I drew her soft body to me and we kissed, long and hard, as lovers do.



After a time, we went to the bath and tenderly bathed each other. She had a tub big enough for two, and the slick soap made us slip and slide against each other in the water. We didn’t say much. We didn’t have to.



Then we slept.



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When I awoke the next morning, It was bright daylight outside. I could hear noises coming from the kitchen, and smelled coffee. It had been a long time since I had heard a woman in the kitchen making breakfast, and the old feelings came back strong.



I rose and found that she had put out a man’s white terrycloth robe for me. I put it on and went out of the bedroom.



As I approached the kitchen I could hear that Al was talking to another woman. I deliberately made a little more noise as I walked down the hall to signal that I was awake and inbound, just in case my side trip to the bathroom hadn’t. A true gentleman always thinks ahead and doesn’t startle the ladies.



Alicia and the other woman were sitting on opposite sides of her breakfast table, silhouetted against the bright sunshine coming through the kitchen window. Alicia was still naked, drinking a cup of coffee.



Her friend was a nice-looking woman, with crew-cut hair colored almost magenta, and ivory pale, whereas Al is deeply tanned all over. Her friend wasn’t exactly mannish, more punked than butch, but still very feminine looking, with long nails, huge gold hoop earrings, and plenty of color in her makeup. She was wearing a tank-top, running shorts, and white socks and sneakers. Her pert breasts made enticing little bumps in the thin fabric of her shirt that held my attention whenever I wasn’t trying to be obvious.



"This is Elaina." Alicia said. "She’s the one I was telling you about."



Aha! Alicia’s "friend." I can see why she switches sides!



"Lissy has been telling me all about you." Elaine said, giving me the once-over slowly and deliberately. "She says you’re such…good…COCK!"



Eh?



With that, Elaina reached into my robe and grabed my cock and balls in her hand, squeezing them like she was trying them on for size, plainly and brazenly groping me. I started and did a double take, but she didn’t let go. I looked at Alicia, who gave me a wink over her coffee cup and smiled back. Okayyyyyy….



"So!" Elaina said peremptorily. "When do I get to try him out, Lissy?"



In answer, Alicia, still sipping, gave a wave of her hand, as if to say: "Help yourself!" Without another word, Elaina got up from the table, still squeezing my mechanism in her slender hand and looking me straight in the eye. She had almost colorless gray eyes.



"Come, stud!" she commanded, and dragged me from the kitchen. I looked back over my shoulder to see Al squeezing her breasts together and making exaggerated kissing motions at me in sort of a "Jimmy’s got a girl friend" razzing. Jeepers!



We got back to the bedroom and Elaina snapped me around to face her with my back to the bed. She still hadn’t let go of my jewels, indeed she had changed her grip so that now she had me in her fist, thumb and fingers wrapped completely around the base, holding me like a pistol. She had a strong grip, too.



"All right, stud boy, show me what you can do!" she purred through clenched teeth, like a jungle cat closing in on a cornered animal. "I haven’t had a man between my legs since…last night, so GET IT UP! NOW!!!"



Migawd, I was about to be raped! I was going to be treated like I was a piece of meat, a sex toy for her twisted, perverted desire! Cool!



I shrugged my shoulders and dropped my robe, standing naked before her, trying to puff myself up as straight as possible. She gave me another once-over and nodded appreciatively, then pushed me backward onto the bed.



Before I could recover, she had climbed on top of me and started biting me all over. Evidently she likes it rough too. My kind of woman!



She moved down on me and began jacking my cock. She pulled hard on my balls with her other hand, then she attacked with her mouth, gulping me all the way in in one, uh…gulp.



Gulp!



Elaina was an expert coxwoman, she knew every nerve ending in my schlong as if she had been an instructor in a brothel training academy. Normally, I can’t cum very easily that way, which means I can go literally for hours being blown, not an unequitable bargain, but I could feel the lightning building this time, even though I had only recently awaken. Now THAT’S fellatio for ya’, Chucko!



But who’s in charge here? Was I going to let her use me up in five seconds like this, just to prove her superiority over me? Not a chance! NO one challenges me in bed and lives to tell the tale! This bitch is going down NOW! I grabed her by her arms and dragged her up to face me. She was surprised, but not as much as she was about to be, as I grabed her head in both hands and kissed her as hard as I could, smack on the mouth, forcing her lips open with my tongue. She resisted at first, then melted like ice cream on a stove.



At the same time, I reached for a breast and gave it a hard squeeze, holding her mouth to mine with my other hand behind her head. She wants it hard, she’s gonna GET it hard! I rolled over on my side, dropping her onto the bed beside me, and thrust my hand into her pants, grabing her bare cunt and slicing into her slit with my middle finger. She was wet, and her juice coated my finger. I rammed it into her, and she arched in response, throwing her head back and gasping with the impact.



I felt for the little volcano of her cervix and began to trace circles around it with my fingertip. Elaina began to swoon with the pleasure from this most intimate of contacts. I stopped at the bottom and began to flip it up rythmically, like I was tapping on a telegraph key. She cried out and clutched at me, then bought her face close to mine, her eyes wild.



"Fuck me, stud!" She growled almost snarlingly. And then she kissed me as hard as I had kissed her, shoving her tongue down my throat, her grunts and gasps blowing out my nostrils as she came like a roaring freight train.



I pulled my hand out of her cunt abruptly, and she spasmed at the sudden parting. I put my hand on her chest and pushed her back roughly.



"You want it bitch? You want my cock in your cunt, your pussy? You’re wet for me, aren’t you bitch?" She was in a daze, leaning back on her elbows, her head dropped back, her eyes glazed and mouth open, breathing heavily. I could tell she liked being talked dirty to as much as I do. I reached between her soft thighs and grabed her pants by the crotch in my fist and dragged them off, almost tearing them. I didn’t care, and neither did she. She was so hot I believe she would have walked home naked if I had ordered her to. She wanted a man who would shove her around a little in the bedroom, to break through to her by force. I wondered who was the aggressor here, and when she was getting it on with Alicia.



I moved up and tore off her tank top, literally shredding the soft material that covered her breasts. Now it was my turn to attack.



Her skin was like snow white velvet, smooth and soft, but her body was firm. Her breasts weren’t the large grapefruits that swung like Alicia’s, rather like dollops of pudding, with smooth pink nipples that were themselves smaller cones on top, pert and sassy. Her hips were as round as if they had been laid out with a drawing compass, whereas Alicia’s were rather squareish. Which was the more beautiful? Which would you rather have, a Ferrari or a Lamborghini?



No, that’s not quite accurate…Alicia was a Mercedes, Elaina was a Jaguar, a man-eating cat, with claws to match. Before I could return to ravishing her alabaster body she was on me, fighting, biting, growling, clawing, and snarling, trying to get back on top. I was equally determined to pin her down before she clawed me to ribons.



I easily had twice her mass, and eventually forced her down on her stomach, holding her shoulders flat on the bed while I admired her round ass. I moved one hand to the center of her back and used the other to fish for her pussy between her thighs.



"Open to me, bitch!" I snapped. She growled a response, but complied, raising her ass off the bed a little.



I did her like I did Alicia last night, except I didn’t have any lubricant for my thumb. Didn’t matter, I just forced it into her tight asshole and grabed her from the inside the way she had done my dick earlier. I could tell from the way she was groaning and squirming that she loved it anyway. She turned her head away so that I couldn’t see the look of pleasure on her face, but I knew it was there.



"Get up on your hands and knees, bitch! I want to feel your tits!"



Her breasts hung down from her chest, swinging free. I love it when women’s tits hang down like this. I milked her like she was a cow, throwing in a gentle slap on her ass every now and then to give her the spice of pain that she liked so well. Elaina threw her head back and closed her eyes, her pussy was sopping wet. It was then that we heard the gasp from the doorway.



We both turned our heads to look. Alicia had been hiding just out of sight in the hallway, spying on us and frigging herself. She stopped and peeked around the corner, knowing she had been discovered by her accidental outburst. I nodded my head and a smile bloomed across her face as she ran to join us.



I released Elaina and we three knelt together on the bed, a triangle of love. We entwined arms around each other and began to kiss and make out, all three of us together, our tongues dancing together in a triad kiss as if in one mouth. We began to stroke each other’s backs and asses, and I felt an occasional hand stroke my cock and fondle my balls. I turned both girls around reached for their clits, fingering them together. One grabed my cock and tried to jack it, but was so lost in her own pleasure that she couldn’t get a rhythm going. I heard one gasp and begin to breathe faster, which prompted the other to do the same. In a moment both were collapsing against me, crying out in pleasure as they both started cumming together.



Gently, I let them down to the bed and stood up to look upon their nakednesses. Elaina may be sexually aggressive, but after a good cum she turns kittenish, and cuddled up to Mother Alicia, who stroked her face and kissed her gently as they both glided back down to earth.



Besides already making up two-thirds of a manage a trois, I think men find the sight of two women together making love so beautiful because women themselves are beautiful, their bodies so smooth and round, and Alicia’s was even devoid of pubic hair, her female slit unhidden from view. The two before me were a study in contrasts: large and small, angular and round, chocolate and vanilla. I watched as they began to kiss a little more passionately, their delicate hands exploring each other’s breasts and thighs, gently stroking each other’s bodies as they rose as one and braced, their breasts flattening together between them. I moved closer and began to stroke their velvet satin backs, squeezing their smooth butts, probing between their cheeks for their cunts with my fingers.



Alicia repositioned her knees to give me wider access, and used her hands to open Elaina’s thighs as well. Al gave me a warm smile and I leaned in to kiss her open mouth. My fingers found the back ends of their slits and I began to manipulate them, gently at first, then with increasing speed and intensity until both began snorting and moaning through their kisses as they built up to another cum.



The fire ignited and exploded into yelps as they clung to each other, trying to keep from falling over. Their beautiful naked bodies shuddered against each other, trbling with excitement.



The moment passed, Elaina and Alicia slowly turned their faces to me, cheek to cheek, their treasure chests rising and falling against each other.



"Let’s get him!" Alicia said.



"Yeah!" Elaina agreed.



Uh-oh…I’m in trouble now!



Slowly, like two cats, they uncoiled and stepped off the bed together, both of them with that look in their eyes that said "bitches in heat" that have spied a male. I once heard that a pride of lions consists of a harem of females that all come into heat at once and fuck the males practically to death for days before their urges are satisfied. What a way to go!



"I’m gonna die!" I thought to myself as a big shit-eating grin crossed my face. The two girls moved almost like choreographed dancers, each one moving in mirror image to the other. Without a word, they straddled my legs and began to ride my thighs like horses, grinding their hot cunts against my legs. When one climbed up to suck my face the other would follow. When one would jack my cock the other would squeeze my balls. Both knelt to fellate me together, although I suspect they were kissing each other around my shaft. No matter. Both were broiling my hot dog with their combined hot breath. Yowsa!



I put my hands on the backs of their heads and gently pushed them harder together as I began to pump my hips through their mouths. I grabed handfuls of hair and alternately turned them to me, driving my dick into one mouth, then the other. I was a sultan in his harem. They were my sex slaves, for my pleasure! Anything I wanted I would have!



I dragged them to their feet and kissed them hard. I could taste my precum in their mouths. I was savaging them, ravishing them, forcing them to fuck me. They loved it, they loved being used. Both were competing with each other for my attention, grabing me, twining their long, soft legs around me, putting on a girl-girl show for my pleasure, each more frantic than the other in their sexual heat. I want to eat pussy!



It was my turn to push them down on the bed. Elaina was dragging herself higher up on the bed on her back as I violently forced her legs apart, exposing her cunt slit fully. I dropped on my stomach and began to lick and suck on her crack, her thighs, her vulva, her clit. I stuck my tongue and fingers in her hole and reamed her hard, almost violently. She was crying out in passion and squirming so that I had to grab her firmly and hold her tight. This cunt was going to the Moon. Now!



So was Alicia. She had moved up to the head of the bed and straddled Elaina’s face. Elaina’s tongue was darting like a snakes into Alicia’s slit, and Al was bucking her hips, squeezing her breasts, and biting her lower lip with her perfect white teeth.



I reached up with both hands and grabed Elaina’s pudding tits, copping as much feel as I could. She responded by grabing my hands and pressing them harder into her chest. She was beginning to make "mmrfff"-ing sounds from under Alicia’s ass. Soon, both began to cum again, and I was rewarded with a mouthful of Elaina’s juices gushing out of her cunt as she again went rigid, then limp.



Alicia collapsed on the bed beside Elaina, exhausted from her own trip to the Moon, but it didn’t take these vixens long before they went into a 69, each slurping the other as if there would be no tomorrow. Since each girl shot me a glance now and then I kind of figured that they were showing off for me, just playing me enough line so that I would be jacking off to maximum hardness before they broke and jumped me again.



And they did. Brother, did they ever! As if by some unsaid cue they separated and grabed me in a flying tackle, body slamming me to the bed and giving me a workover that might prove fatal: they started biting and scratching, squeezing, pumping, twisting, pinching, and a few other things that the English language hasn’t had time to come up with words for yet. They were using me like I was a sex toy, a punching bag, a blow up doll. I was being molested within an inch of my life, and I LIKE IT!!!



Just as I think my life really ought to end if I’m lucky, Alicia, who was above me on the bed, reached down and stroked my cock, then held it straight up by the base, as Elaina straddled me. Al held her slit open for her and fitted us together, mating us. Elaina began to impale herself on my rod, slowly at first, then ever deeper until she hit bottom and I felt that little "flip" of my dick that goes with being all the way in and fully greased by her sopping wet cunt.



Elaina paused for a moment, teetering on the brink of yet another explosive cum, and we locked eyes, our passion and heat as one. Then the lights went out as Alicia straddled my face and smashed her hot crotch into my mouth as hard as she could. I began to lap her up as I felt Elaina begin to ride up and down on my pole. She was good at it, too. I’ve been with too many girls who just grind their hips back and forth instead of up and down. Guys need that sliding action to get the full effect, and Elaina was working me like a hydraulic piston. She paused for a moment and told me to bring my knees up behind her, then used them for support as she resumed her sexual sliding.



I could tell that she and Alicia were feeling each other up and making out as they rode me. I was trying to lick Al’s cunt while concentrating on keeping my cock hard for Elaina. All three of us were making grunting, squealing, and moaning noises as the pressure began to build once again. I could feel the power welling up in my groin, and once again my cock was the size of Godzilla. I WAS that "sexual tyrannosaur" Jesse Ventura bragged about in "Predator." If I didn’t know better I would have been afraid that Elaina would have been torn apart as it grew to the size of a sequoia inside her, bursting her as it shot through the roof and grew hundreds of feet into the air.



When I came, the world exploded for all three of us. I let go with a "MMMMMFFFFFF!!!" smothered under Alicia’s pussy as I gushed bucketsful of cum into Elaina, which set her off shrieking, which triggered Alicia’s climax. Both girls bucked and squirmed, slamming their hips into my gut and teeth for that one grand moment as we three went over the top together, then began that long weightless fall until we all slammed down again, spent and exhausted.



The girls collapsed on both sides of me, and immediately cuddled up under my arms, their heads on my shoulders, their perfect legs straddling mine. Alicia jumped up and took me in her mouth again, sucking down the love juices that coated my cock, an act of total love so profound my heart almost burst as I watched her. They kissed, they spoke softly and warmly, they hugged, they braced, they clung ever tighter to me, and it was all right. We fell asleep together there on that bed, in the light of morning.



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This time when I woke up it was mid-afternoon. The sun had shifted around and the bedroom was no longer awash in sunlight. I was alone and could hear the television in the living room. I picked myself up and went looking for something to eat. I was famished!



Elaina was gone, and Alicia was talking on the phone as I staggered into the living room. She confirmed some kind of appointment and hung up, then danced over to me and laid a big, long one on me. I must have done something right or something.



"Hellllllll-oooooooo-hhhhh!" she chirped. One of life’s sweetest sounds: a happy woman.



I kissed her back, another long one, and rocked her around a little for extra effect.



"Is there anything to eat?" I asked. "I mean, besides you?"



She giggled and nodded, then said: "Don’t fill up too much. I’ve invited some friends over tonight. I want to show you off!"



I was dying to ask where Elaina was, but I knew better than to ask one woman about another. Alicia beat me to the punch anyway: "`Laina went to the store. She should be back any time."



Sure enough, I heard a car pull up in the driveway as I was rummaging in the refrigerator. I went to the back door to help her bring in whatever it was she had bought.



She was bending over, picking up packages from the trunk, her perfect legs and fine ass held high in the air. The little running shorts she wore had ridden up her crack, and I could tell she still wasn’t wearing any panties underneath. "Hey, BOY!" looked over her shoulder and purred, as I approached. Elaina turned and laid a good one on me, languidly, like a cat stretching against a scratching post, making sure to rub herself firmly against me. She wasn’t wearing a bra, either. Just soft woman under the soft cloth.



She noticed my reaction and squeezed my stiffening rod. "Is that a cucumber in your pocket, or are you just glad to see me?"



Two can play at this game. I gave my rising cock a pump, and she felt it jump in her hand.



"Oooh!" She squealed. "Big Boy just got bigger!"



I gave her my best "canary-eating cat" smile and began loading up bags. She had bought for quite a party it seemed, plenty of drinkables and eatables, candles and incense too, all sandalwood. I sensed the unseen hand of Alicia in that.



I tried to help in the kitchen, but the girls wouldn’t hear of it, and I was shooed out to take a bath and shave. My pleas for assistance in the bathroom went unheeded dammit, and I had to wash up alone. I didn’t get anything to eat, either, food OR muff!



The doorbell had already rung twice when I finished and came out of the bedroom. The bell rang again as I entered the living room to find several couples, and a couple more coming in. Alicia was answering the door and introducing me around. The guys were named "Frank," and "Dave," "Jeff," and so on. The girls were named "Susan," "Sally," and there even was a "Charlotte," in the crowd. I went to the kitchen to see if I could finally get something chewable, and met up with a "Valerie," a "Linda," and a couple of others around the table, where Elaina was holding court.



Elaina and Alicia had completely lit the house with candles, even outside beside the pool and Jacuzzi. The effect was warm and romantic. More people came and went, and someone in the living room put something on the stereo.



By now there were about a dozen or more couples in the house, and the joint was definitely beginning to jump. Evidently everybody already knew one another, and were going out of their way to make me feel welcome in the group. The wine was beginning to have it’s effect, and I was reminded of my high school days when someone would have a party and everybody started making out with their girlfriends. I noticed one guy, Jeff, I think, was holding two girls, and a couple of girls were holding two guys. Interesting…



The pace DEFINITELY picked up when one of the girls got up in front of the fireplace with her guy and started dancing together, close and hot. She twined her legs around his, and both were clutching each other’s butts as they were kissing passionately. Others joined them, and soon partners were switching around, cutting in and out on each other.



I was enjoying the show when I felt hands begin to squeeze my butt, and someone warm snuggled up to my back. I turned to see it was Alicia, who reached around and groped my groin, her eyes twinkling with mischief.



"Is this the kind of party I think it is?" I asked her. She didn’t reply, just pointed to the dancers.



One of the girls was beginning to strip, and the crowd had parted a little to give her room. She pulled off her snug-fitting T-shirt, and her breasts bounced enticingly as they were freed. Pulling the shirt over her head had tousled her hair a little, giving her a "wild child" look. She had such a smug look on her face, as if to say: "Look at what I’ve got!" She had reason to be proud. Her mambas were round on the bottom, but sloped out on top, giving them a perky appearance, ending in smooth pink areolas and "pencil eraser" nipples. Very pretty!



She started jiggling them in everyone’s face, and hands began to appear from the crowd to stroke and squeeze. In a moment her pants were off, and other dancers were beginning to undress themselves and each other. I felt Alicia take my hand and lead me into the crowd, bumping and grinding her most excellent body for me.



I also felt another pair of hands on my behind, from one of the guest girls. I turned to see who it was when Alicia pushed against me, which pushed me into…Charlotte? She was a big chick, voluptuously shaped, with the face of an angel, surrounded by clouds and clouds of the most beautiful blonde oaken colored hair that sparkled in the candlelight. I felt someone pressing against my front and turned back, expecting Alicia, but instead finding an even bigger chick, a black-haired wench which I think was named "Valerie."



"Lici" told us you needed SPECIAL attention!" Valerie said.



"And Laina told us that you’re such…good…cock!" Charlotte added.



Uh oh, here we go again! I was the meat in a girl-girl sandwich. Within moments we too were naked and they too used me like I was some kind of dildo, forcing me to repeatedly fulfill their innermost carnal cravings. Getting sexually molested can be wonderful if it’s done right! Valerie would wiggle her butt in my crotch while Charlotte would tickle the back of my scrotum through my thighs.



By now, everybody was stark raving nude in a pile on the living room floor, or in the bedrooms, or in the Jacuzzi and pool outside. I took my girls to the water and we stood up to our necks for what seemed like hours feeling each other up, all slippery and wet, their breasts and my cock floating up. Someone brought out big bottles of baby oil and started squirting it all over each other on the patio, naked bodies all glistening and slick, with everyone rubing against everyone in time to the music. We got into that, too.



I eventually wound up in one of the bedrooms, sucking on one girl’s tits, while I was fingering another’s slit, all the while getting blown better than I ever had before. I finally managed to move my head and see who this gifted fellatrix was, and discovered…Frank!



OOOHHHH YEAH! FRANK!!! Goodgawdamighty, could that man suck cock! He also had the stamina of a long-distance runner, because he sucked and pounded my meat for hours on end, while I licked and fingered girls, sucked tits, and generally got gang-raped within an inch of my life. I know I made a couple of dozen women cum, or was it a couple of women cum a dozen times? No matter. "Find something that’s attached to someone else and make it feel good, then let them do the same thing to you." seemed to be a pretty good rule of thumb in an orgy. I found cocks in my hand and in my mouth, alternating with cunts and tits all over the place. One girl said she was my "secretary," and demanded I give her "HARD DICTATION!!!" as she impaled herself on my shaft, her fine ass cheeks filling my hands as she rode up and down, sliding her sopping cunt on me. It was actually funny the way she said it, and we both broke up and fell apart.



So much stimulation actually is desensitizing, and I had been ragingly hard for hours. As if they knew that I needed release, some of the other women suddenly surrounded me on the bed and began pulling me to my feet, saying that it was "time" for the Guest of Honor. The all began groping me and putting my hands on their bodies, pulling on my cock and balls, squeezing my ass and rubing my chest, pressing my hands to their fine tits, asses, and dripping cunts, so many it was a whirl.



They took me out to the living room, where it seemed like dozens of naked bodies were writhing in all combinations of copulation, some in pairs, some in trios or quartets or more. Some were same-sex, and I gazed in wonder as one guy sucked down the most monster cock I had ever seen, with more skill than any woman I had ever encountered, but then, who knows better how to blow you than another guy?



One woman was sucking two cocks at once, and Alicia, always the showoff, actually had one in the front, one in the rear, one in her mouth, and one in each hand, five in all. She had that heavy-lidded look that said she was in the most total ecstasy of sensuousness. God, it must be great to be a woman, and rber, this is coming from a guy! Okay, so I just found out I’m a bi-guy, but I’m still at least mostly hetero. Elaina was the center of a girl trio, cradled in the arms of a woman with enormous breasts, sucking a tit like a baby nursing, her legs wide apart for a raven-haired femme who was eating her box and coupling with a stud doggie-style. Is it possible for a woman to have an oedipal urge? I guess so, seeing as how I’m really a lesbian trapped in a man’s body.



My escorting girls lined up before me and told me I was to choose one. Before I could protest that I couldn’t choose among so many beautiful women (I AM a gentleman!) they told me I had to do it BLINDFOLDED!



Okay. I kinda’ like that concept!



They had a black sleep mask that was placed over my eyes, which blocked out all vision. I was twirled around three times like this was "Pin the tail on the donkey," and pointed in the direction of the first in the lineup.



Whoever she was, she had VERY soft breasts, almost like Nerfball foam ruber. The same with her ass cheeks. Her nipples were little nubs in the palms of my hands, and she had a little potbelly that bulged seductively.



The second had small breasts, was as tall as I am, and a really big bush. The third was small, with big tits and a really firm little dimpled butt. All this I felt in the total darkness behind my mask, and I could feel my cock begin to hurt with the pressure building. My girls’ groping and stroking it while I went down the line didn’t help things any.



Curious phrase, "didn’t help things any." Actually, it was helping things a LOT! I know it was twitching with my heartbeat, because I could feel it bouncing up and down.



I was musing over that when I felt one that had no tits, felt rock-hard all over, had a big bush, and…a cock! Everybody laughed at the reaction on my face when I felt the other hard on, but then he grabed mine and gave it a few expert strokes, and everybody began to cheer when I returned the favor.



But I do want a woman. And it was time to choose. I gave him a peck on the cheek, just to one-up everybody, and shoved him off. Later, dude!



The last in line was a tiny little bird. She didn’t have big jugs, she had a smooth and firm little body, but not hard, and I could tell she had long hair past her shoulders. I touched her face and learned she had high cheekbones. She also had something in her scent that said: "FEMALE!" I knew this was the one I wanted. I put my arms around her and we braced and kissed.



I went to remove the blindfold, but hands in the darkness prevented me. My little girl was taken from me, and hands began to stroke my cock up to full hardness. I was guided along, hands holding my dick in position, until I felt the tip being fitted into a cunt.



The hands shifted to my ass and began to gently push me into my girl. I reached out and felt her thighs and hips, her breasts, and the hands that were holding her off the floor at just the right height and angle for me to penetrate. Five of the men and women were carrying her, and a more were behind me, stroking my body. One reached between my legs and began to squeeze my balls as I began my rhythm.



My little girl was making little-girl sounds as her passion began to ignite. I could feel her cunt get slicker as she got wetter, and my cock was getting harder and longer with each stroke, as I hit a deeper bottom each time. I was holding her around her waist as I pile-drivered her with ever-increasing force. The crowd around us, sensing our building passion, began to chant: "GO! GO! GO! GO!" with each downstroke. The hand between my legs had shifted grip, cupping my balls in (Her? His?) palm, with fingers on either side of my shaft and thumb on my bung, injecting me with each thrust into my hot little vixen like a giant hypodermic.



It was then that one of those behind me found my sexual Achilles’ heel, a sensitive spot on my back that causes all my back muscles to spasm when stroked. I slammed my cock into my girl’s cunt like that runaway train in the movie "Silver Streak" when it crashed through the train station wall at the end of the line. I heard my girl cry out from the exquisite pain and start to grunt: "Oh YES! YESS! YESSSS!!!!" with each thrust.



"C’mon, baby! Give it to me! Yes, my STALLION! I wanna feel you cum! Fuck your bitch! Fuck your bitch HARD! HARDER! Yeah…yeah…YEAH…YEAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!"



That last ended in a scream that sent me over the edge. I reared back and shouted "YEAHHHHHH!!!!!" with her, as I unloaded into her and the crowd cheered the winning touchdown of the Superbowl. It actually came out more "AAARRRGGGHHHHH!!!" but who’s counting? And just as one baby crying will cause another in the room to cry, our climax set off a chorus of moans grunts and screams from the other couples and groups in the room as they began to cum too. If we had been explosives we would have leveled the entire neighborhood.



My passion spent, my legs suddenly went wobly below me. Helping hands guided me to a soft landing on the bearskin rug on the floor, but where was my girl? I needed her more now in the afterglow. My mouth wouldn’t work to ask for her, all I could do was weakly grope with my arms in the air, unable to rise.



Someone understood, and I felt her warm little female body gently laid on top of mine. I clasped her to me with all the gentle strength I could muster and we kissed away the exhaustion until we at last drifted back to earth together. She left me before I could pull off the mask, and I never did find out for certain which one she was. At best all I could do was figure out who she wasn’t. I still don’t know, and now Alicia and Elaina are tormenting me for the fun of it by keeping it a secret.



The party went on a few more hours after that. I went out to the Jacuzzi and made out with some of those there, fingered some of the girls and blew some of the guys, once copying the two-at-once girl. It doesn’t work as well as one at a time, but it is exciting and dramatic. The audience loved it.



Eventually the last guests left, and the house was quiet, just Al, Laina, and me. Screw the cleaning up, we’ll do it in the morning. And we slept.



Sunday was a quiet day of resting, since all three of us were so totally exhausted. We tried to make love again in the afternoon, but we were so whacked out and sore that we just ended up cuddling together and making pillow talk. My heart was bursting for them, and apparently the feeling was mutual.



I quit my job as a trucker and went to work for a local McDonalds. I’m not stupid. We decided the best thing for us to do was for Elaina to marry me, since she was still fertile, and all three live together.



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Two coworkers realize there need for an oultet in one another mouths.



Tonight was a night to rber. There is this guy who works in housekeeping and he’s not like a gorgeous fellow, but he’s someone who can make me laugh. I enjoy people who don’t let the sexual harassment laws limit their conversations. Since I’m not someone who cares if a guy looks at my ass, or sneaks a peek down my scrub top. Burl is that kind of guy. I’ve caught him several times looking down my scrubs and he’s occasionally passed me in the hallway a bit to close. Close enough that I could feel his cock.


He and I have had several sexual banters in the hall around patients and out on smoke breaks. These little banters over the past few months have turned more into testing grounds for advancement. Testing the parameters between us both.


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Well tonight it changed. He was pulling trash in an empty room and he had two beds in there that had to be cleaned. I walked in after him and told him that our supervisor wanted them washed quickly because we had and admit coming up and the ER was full so he needed to hurry. Which of course this pissed him off cause we were already short staffed and he had five other beds that needed to be cleaned between the ICU, telemetry and the surgical wards. I told him that I would help him but he just looked at me and told me that I could help him but not in that room. I wasn’t sure what he meant at first, and I just replied “I’m available just let me know.” Then I turned around and walked out.



About thirty minutes later he found me in the computer room and asked if I wanted to go smoke with him. I told my co-worker that I would be back in fifteen. Knowing that he was done meant I would have an admit shortly. Which meant I would be tied up, so if I was going to get a smoke I had better go now.



We headed towards the smoking area in the back of the hospital and we both lit a cigarette. I sat on top of the bench and he positioned himself next to me. We chatted about work for a minute and then he asked me if I had ever thought about him in outside of work. I told him that I had. He didn’t say anymore about it. We chatted about other things for a moment and then I felt his hand on my knee. Being the person who I am I quickly stood up and brushed off his advance.



We smoked another cigarette then we went back upstairs. I thought about him for the rest of the night. I couldn’t help it, I thought about his lips, his hands and his cock. All of it gave me butterflies. I went to bed that night and imagined him fingering me. I couldn’t help myself I put my hand in my underwear and rubed myself till I came.



The next evening at work I looked for Burl. I found out from his boss that he had called in. I felt disappointed cause I wanted to see if I could get him to go smoke with me again. To see if maybe this time I could go a bit further. I was off the next day so for my weekend, it was three days before I saw him again.



This time I caught him in the hallway of the ICU and I stopped him. I told him I was taking my lunch break in an hour and that I wanted him to join me. He said he would, I also asked him for his phone number. He asked me why and I told him that I had some texts messages that I thought he would like to see. He gave me his number and then I went into the bathroom.



I pulled down my pants and took a picture of my ass with my thong on. I pulled my pants back up and walked back into the hall. Burl was standing beside the elevator and I sent the picture to him then walked down the stairs to the second floor. Not even five minutes later I got a response from him telling me nice ass. Once I was back on my ward I had call lights going off. So I went off and answered them. When no was looking I went into the nurse bathroom pulled off my pants and underwear then sat on the toilet and spread my legs apart and took another picture of my pussy, then another one with my fingers inside me. I took several more pictures and then I looked at my watch. It was time for lunch. I sent him a final text that told him to meet me at the smoking shelter again.



Once outside he wasn’t there. I went and sat on the bench and waited for a few seconds. I was beginning to get extremely nervous. I kept checking my phone to see if he responded. He didn’t. I was fixing to leave when I finally saw him walk out the door towards the bench. He walked up to me and asked me if I was just being mean or if I was promising him something. I told him to sit on the bench and I unzipped his pants. I pulled out his hard cock and I began to suck.



I wrapped my lips around him and sucked him in deep. Using my hand I stroked with each sucking motion. I glanced up with a mischievous look in my eyes that sent chills through his body. I continued my assault on his rock hard dick and soon he was meeting my strokes with his hips. He grabed my head and fucked my face. He was going so deep I was fighting to breathe and swallow. But I wanted what he wanted so I found a rhythm to swallow and breath.



I felt his body tense and he held my head close on his final stroke. I felt his cock expand and pulse as his cum flooded to the back of my throat. I fought to swallow it all down and some started to leak out the side of my mouth. He finally released my head as I pushed with my hands against his thighs. I cleaned his cock with my mouth and I massaged his shaft with my hand as I watched his body shiver.

" Oh fuck Rachel I don't know what came over me. I have just wanted you to do that for so long." I smiled and told him that on our next lunch break it was his turn.

Tales of an Internet Whore (Part Seven)

The internet is full of Princes and Pimps!


*PLEASE READ PART 1;2;3;4;5 and 6 found in reluctance section*


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Lunchtime arrived, Bianca ran to the bank to draw out her savings and pay her boss, there was no way she could be left to the pack of wolfs again. She queued up, the grey haired customers in the bank taking out their pensions were all staring at her in disgrace, she finally got to cashier and asked to make a withdrawal of ?2,000 from her savings account, the cashier informed her there was only ?1,000 in there, she was mortified and then the cashier said she had just been paid and ?1,000 was available in her current account. She paused, realising her rent was due and her bills would be coming out of her account shortly, but she was desperate so agreed and withdrew the ?2,000


She ran back to the library, eager to give the money to her boss part to free herself but part to impress him in a strange way. She came into the office, he looked at her as she handed over the money, he was impressed, but not with Bianca, but with himself realising his own potential of being an evil bastard. He kept his word and let Bianca work behind the desk, but not his word for the money which he kept for himself.

Bernard decided to give Anthony a call, he must be traumatised, he had his number which was more than Bianca did. They spoke for a while, Bernard seeking permission to buy Bianca some toys for his dinner that night, but Anthony said that all the toys she had were kept in the draws under her bed. So Bernard's generous mood was not needed.

8pm came, Bianca dressed in a small black tube dress and heels, which Anthony left for her on her bed for her “date”. The doorbell rang, Bernard there with a dirty smile on his face. She let him in and sat him down in the living room, he asking her to give him a twirl and she did as she was told. She went to the kitchen to check on dinner and get Bernard a drink, however upon her return Bernard told her he had already eaten which defeated the purpose of coming! She however, was hungry spending her lunch in a bank queue and told Bernard that she needed to eat as she hadn't all day, he was fairly compassionate as he asked her to sit and he would get her food. About 5mins later he appeared with a bowl of her spaghetti in hand, she smiled warmed by his care, affection she had not had in a while.

Then, he sat down on her sofa next to her, bowl still in hand, he kicked the coffee table away which slid with the force and then his eyes on hers the whole time he placed the bowl by his feet and instructed her to get on the floor and eat, but she couldn't use her hands. She stared at the bowl on the floor, the smell was making her hungry and she got on her knees, holding her hair up with her hands and trying to eat spaghetti using her mouth like a dog. She couldn't get a grab without losing her grace, which was further frustrated by hearing her boss laugh. Then if it could not get any more humiliating he grabed placed his feet on her back as he took his cock out and began to wank.

She felt the hot sauce on her face, but continued eating, she half finished the bowl and stated she was finished, but her boss wanted the bowl licked clean so she continued. She licked the bowl like a stray dog and looked up, Bernard pleased with her as he told her to get her rope. She stated she didn't have any, he grabed her by her hair and pulled her towards the bedroom. He opened the draw under her bed, pulling out the rope and whipping her across the face, stinging her before warning her never to lie again. She genuinely forgot it was there but was also confused how he knew it was there. The rope was tied around her neck, like a leash and he began to walk her around her apartment on all fours, occasionally asking her to do dog tricks like sit or bark.

He then stood with her at the top of the stairs, he knelt down saying she ate too much, patting her ass and stomach saying she needed to lose that weight. He let her leash go, ordering her to sit as he walked to the bottom, she looked at him, he took an envelop of her ?2,000 out of his pocket, changed to ?10 notes and threw them on the floor. She was confused as firstly she thought that it had been given to charity but also at what he was doing. He ran back up and then said she had 10mins to fetch as much money as she could and run back up the stairs, however she had to do it like a dog, no hands on all fours and one note at a time. He then removed the rope and shouted start. Anthony was laughing his brains out, as he sat watching via the camera's thinking that Bernard was more evil than he was. Bianca had forgotten completely that Anthony could see.

Ten minutes were over, Bianca had done 8 laps, it was a lot harder than people might imagine. She was out of breath as he shouted stop she just managing to place her 9 th note in her mouth. He slapped his thighs indicating for her to return. She looked up as he counted the 8 notes, completely disgusted with her pathetic attempt.

“ Shame, each note represented a minute” he explained “you have only knocked off 8mins of my time with you in the bedroom, which is good news for me as I have 192minutes which is just over 3hrs!” he laughed

He grabed her hair and dragged her to the bedroom, threw her on the bed and looked in her draw of goodies. He placed the ball gag, nipple clamps and vibrator on the bed and the proceeded to put them on her, she screamed through the gag as the nipple clamps were applied and then nearly passed out as the vibrator was shoved deep in her ass. He placed her legs on his shoulders, wanking his cock to get it hard and placing a condom on. The he switched the vibrator on causing her to struggle in pain, but then felt him slap his rock hard fat cock on her pussy lips, he then inserted his cock deep inside her she could not take the pain of both in her, but grabed the side of the bed clenching the pain. He pounded her, pulling on the chain that connected the two clamps together.

It was a good hour before he came, he was exhausted and collapsed his sweaty, hot hairy body on hers, the vibrator still on and he having energy or desire to remove it as she was trying to relax after her second orgasm. He laid there for a good 10 mins before he rose, removing his condom from his now limp pink cock and throwing it on her stomach, it splashing everywhere. He walked and shouted for her to follow, she removed the vibrator from her ass and following his voice. He was in the bath, putting the shower on as he climbed in the tub he ordered her to clean him, and she obeyed. She started on his back, it was hairy and spotty, but she foamed him as much as she could to hide it from her view. He turned so she could do his front, again hairy, he lifted his manboobs one at a time so she could clean underneath and then lifted the rolls of flab to get in between the creases.

She then got on her knees doing his feet, his toenail all yellow, she worked her way up his legs finally getting to his cock, the water coming over her face, some with soapy suds splattering off his body entering her mouth. She rubed his cock with her bath sponge, but he grabed it out of her hand and ask her to use her hands, which she did, soaping it all in great detail. Then, he turned, she was eye to eye with his hair, flaby ass, she rubed shower gel on his cheeks trying not to think about it and then he bent forward, his ass cheeks coming apart as he instructed her to clean. She froze and then inserted her hand between his hairy ass cheeks, feeling dry bits of dirty tissue and dried poo as she did. She nearly vomited, needing to stop but he wanted her to carry on.

He turned off the hot water, as he climbed out leaving only the cold shocking her body. He asked her to clean herself, the cold water making her shiver and shake. He dried himself watching her and then left the bathroom, returning 2mins later with her leash. He slapped his thigh, a sign she now trained herself to mean 'come' and then turned the water off and went to him, dripping wet, he threw her toilet roll which she used to dry herself with and watched her sitting on the toilet as he examined her body as she finished the roll still not dry. She could hear him poo-ing and having a wee, the smell starting to overtake the room and making her want to gag.

He then shouted he was finished, she was confused hoping it meant he was leaving and just stared at him. He stood up, his back facing her, she looked as she scrapped the remaining two sheets off the roll and walking towards his dirty ass. The hot slime seeping through, he told it was her fault as she used the toilet roll to dry herself and asked her to use the towel. She grabed the towel wiping him, it was now on the towel and she did not know where to put it, she started to gag looking at it. He told her to wash the towel and be back in the bedroom. She stood over the basin washing the towel, clumps of poo floating in the sink not going down the plug needing her to push it down with her hands.

She ran to the bedroom, she was there dressed going through her wardrobe.

“ You have some, revealing clothes here” he commented “ Yes!” she said feeling a chill “ Not much underwear though I notice” he said as he pulled out some of her clothes “ Well, you have ripped two of my knickers” she commented “ Ha ha, well maybe I can buy you some more” he said “ Erm, not there is no need!” she jumped “ Well your 192minutes are up bitch! See you tomorrow for work!” he said as he left

She fell back on the bed as she heard him picking up his money, or her money from the foot of the stairs and slam her door closed. Her phone rang

“ Oh shit slut, that was brilliant!” screamed Anthony in excitement “ What?” she said realising he watched and then shocked he liked it “ You have reached an all time low, you are an ass cleaner!” he laughed “ I am tired!” she said “ Tired? You have a date tomorrow night!” he said “ A date?” she said “ Yep, this one is a paying client, so you need to stay professional!” he explained “ I'm not a fucking prostitute!” she screamed “ Well, yes you are as you have fucked for money on the weekend, but you need refining after all paying a guy ?2,000 to fuck you defeats the objective!” he said “ I didn't pay him to fuck me!” she said “ Looked like that to me, anyway tomorrow a taxi will pick you up at 7pm” then the phone went dead

The next day was the normal looks, ass slaps and photographs. She rang home to get ready to meet her client and he was not as bad as her previous encounter, it was just straight sex. The fact that Bianca found it normal surprised her, she just fucked a stranger for ?100 and was immune to feeling any shame. She came home, at 11pm her phone rang with instructions from Anthony to use the money to go to a salon appointment he arranged as it was time again for her wax and her hair needed cutting, all was booked for the next evening, Friday!

The weekend finally came, Bianca slept in until being woken up at 10am, having no idea that her relaxing weekend was going to be the complete opposite. She got ready, wearing the last hanger of clothes left and then waited for Anthony to pick her up. She couldn't look at him, feeling sick at his smirk as he remarked that she looked good as a blonde! They pulled up outside the University, it was closed and she looked confused, he got out and walked through the delivery yard, Bianca following as she was expected. The door was open and they walked through leading to the library. The doors opened and she saw her boss, plus another man. There was a few stage lights, props and backgrounds, Bianca assumed for the grand opening of the new lecture theatre on Monday morning.

Bernard ran to the door, locking it shut as they came in, drawing the blinds then the curtains. Him and Anthony shook hands as Bianca stared wondering what the fuck was going on. Anthony asked if the trunk arrived, Bernard confirming that it was in his office and then Anthony walked towards his office clicking his fingers for Bianca to follow. Bianca was stunned as normally in front of Bernard he played the perfect gent, but he had become his true self. In the office was a rail of clothes, the desk full of make up with a mirror and a few toys on the coffee table.

“ Right, I will leave you with Bernard!” said Anthony as he left “ Yes, right, start with your make up!” ordered Bernard a bit nervous

Bianca sat down, looking at the bright colours and started to apply. Bernard stood with a hanger which had a fishnet dress hanging from it, she stood up and put it on, no bra or knickers she might as well have been naked. Anthony came in saying he needed the key and Bernard left the office running to accommodate. She looked in the mirror, barely recognising herself with her new hair. Bernard came back and said that they were ready and ushered her out

She looked out as she walked, three new guys had joined, she couldn't recognise them at first and then, she realised it was a few of the guys from the video competition under the table. She walked towards them, they cheering and laughing in excitement as they checked her out. Bernard took Bianca to the front desk and asked the lads to stay quiet as the shoot began and they will be called in when needed, they went to the corner still close enough to watch. She sat on her seat and Bernard stood just out of shot as the camera clicked away taking pictures. Bernard asking her to smile and how to pose. Then he called in the guys, asking them to act as students getting a book out, touching her tits and her faking a smile for the camera.

Bernard asked her to stand on the desk, spreading her legs and have the guys looking up, a few clicks later she was instructed to open her pussy, then a few clicks later asked to squat down with her legs spread. She blanked out the reactions and zoned herself into role, surprising both herself and Bernard at what a natural she was. She was then asked to change into her next outfit, she walked to the office, closely followed by Bernard, she climbed out of the dress and Bernard proceeded to smear her body with baby oil and handed over her next outfit, a PVC red bikini. She dressed and met Bernard in the library where he was with the photographer, the students and Anthony all praising Bernard for his excellent work.

She was laid across one of the study tables, clicks ticking in the background which Bianca was becoming immune to. Bernard came over, pulling her bikini to each side revealing her huge boobs, he sucked both of her nipples to get them erect then placed a few books around her and on her stomach. After a few clicks, he sat her up, spreading her legs apart and placed a line of books between turning her legs into bookends.

She done a few more out fit changes and shoots, they had a break whilst the male students came back with pizza for everyone. Bianca made to sit with the group of men as they discussed new ideas for photos, it was already 4pm and Bianca was wondering how much longer this was going to carry on. Bernard took Bianca back to the office, ordering her to re-apply her make up and change into a black dress with a plunging neck line that when to her navel. She had to crawl across the floor in a leash around the legs of the standing male students, Bernard and Anthony whilst the photo's clicked away.

It was now nearly 10pm, she was tired and in desperate need of the toilet, which she found the courage to inform Bernard about. Dressed in stockings, suspenders and a bra from her last shoot he agreed but asked her to wait whilst her went to check if the coast was clear. He came back and nodded, she ran out of the office and was shocked to realise that the photographer, students and Anthony were following Bernard and herself. She felt nervous, as she walked in her underwear down the cold, dark corridors of the grand University building, passing several toilets on the way. Finally reaching the gym, he opened the doors to the male changing room and she ran in desperate to release.

She came out and they were waiting, she was asked to pose on the changing benches and the clicks carried on, she was then asked to climb into a locker and smile as pictures were taken, followed by two students in-front of her grabing her bra and pulling it down. She then was given a university football kit to wear, found in the coaches office, she placed it on her body and then Bernard came with scissors cutting it very short, just covering the her nipples. Her shorts rolled up by the waist and pulled tight up her ass whilst a few more rounds of pictures were taken of her with a ball. The final shoot was obviously in the shower, it was gone past 2am when they finished and finally Anthony drove her home, in the car he spoke about the day.

“ Damn, that Bernard is a kinky fucker!” he said impressed “ Whatever!” said Bianca “ Oh come on, you were a model today, most women would die for that chance” he said “ I wouldn't!” she said “ Oh, you saying you didn't enjoy it?” he asked “ Yes, that is exactly what I am saying!” she said “ Well, you never said, in fact I assumed you were loving it” he said “I mean, you have never said you haven't enjoyed any of it over the last few weeks!” “ Yes I have!” she said in shock “ Erm, no you haven't” he affirmed making Bianca realise she hadn't “ Well, I am saying it now” she asserted “ OK, well how about we agree you finish the shoot tomorrow and you will never see or hear from me again, in fact I will come in now and remove all the cameras” he said

Bianca was shocked and smiled, relieved it was all over, just one more day. She walked upstairs Anthony handing over his key and he went around removing the tiny penny sized camera's hidden in the most obscure places. He turned and said he will pick her up at 10am, returning her clothes. True to his word Anthony came back the following morning, with her clothes and also with a suitcase to pack away her old clothes and toys, almost removing any existence of his presence in her life. She had to wear one last outfit, a crochet white bikini, but Anthony gave her her old overcoat whilst walking her to the door. In the car he held her, almost lovingly and asked for her to make the day really good, fully participate so he can talk Bernard around which would be hard if she upset him. She agreed.

She walked into the office, smiling, almost confident and looking forward to the shoot as it was her path back to normality. The students were not there and neither was the photographer which made her more relaxed, Anthony informing her he would take the pictures to make her feel more comfortable and that there was no card in the camera so act normal, Bianca smiled, the thought she was onside with Anthony was reassuring. She changed into the array of outfits, some more risky then she had wore before, the use of toys and more x-rated positions and acts making her nervous but Anthony giving her that reassured smile. It hit 7pm when Bernard asked for more shots around the University, Bianca not fully comfortable but Anthony giving her that pleading look as if her refusing would blow his ability to convince Bernard later.

She agreed and to add icing to the cake, suggested the catering block for some kitchen shots and even the Dean's office which Bernard loved and agreed. It hit midnight when she came after dildo-ing herself on the Deans desk, all captured on camera, well so Bernard thought. They had a break and Bernard suggested a shoot in the new lecture theatre, yet to be opened to the public until the following day and it could be a good way to secretly have a special opening. Bianca looked at Anthony who stepped in almost defending Bianca by saying it had to be the last shoot as the camera card was low on memory. Bernard was a tad disappointed but agreed.

As it was the final shoot, Bernard pulled out a special outfit, duct tape! She looked at Anthony who shrugged his shoulders and smiled like to say he was a strange man. Bernard cut pieces of tape, to cover her nipples and then used some of the yellow and black construction tape to cover her around the hips like a bizarre skirt. She posed around the theatre, on the seats, over the lectern even blow-jobing the microphone. Bernard then placed a ball gag on her, after a few shots suggested he tied her on the plaque and drew the curtains like they would in the grand opening, her hands cuffed to the rails, she was firmly in place. The curtains closed covering her whole body and opening slowly whilst the camera clicked. Bernard was still not happy and insisted it was done again, looking at her trying to figure out what was wrong. He then got a blindfold and placed it on her eyes, she felt cold ink on her stomach as Bernard wrote “Welcome” on her firm mid-rift. The curtains closed again, Bianca's arms aching and she was tired, it must be about 2am she thought awaiting the curtains to come back.

It was a good 10mins before Bianca realised that something was wrong, she hadn't felt the curtain go back and couldn't hear anyone. She started to call out, her voice muffled by the gag. There was no response, she pulled her hands forward but they were firmly in place. She stayed there thinking that Anthony would be back to rescue her. Anthony and Bernard were in the library packing up:

“ Thank you Bernard, you are a true friend!” said Anthony “ No problem, I can't believe the money grabing whore was blackmailing you!” he said “ I was devastated, if she went to the Police saying I pimped her out I would have lost everything. I am so glad I had you, you saw everything with your own eyes” said Anthony “ Indeed I did!” said Bernard as they walked towards the CCTV room switching the camera back on “Well tomorrow it will all be over!” “ Yes, thank you!” he said as he offered Bernard a lift back

Bianca had fallen asleep, she was awoken by the sounds of moving furniture, her senses confused as she could not see and had to figure out where she was. She stayed still, holding her breath as she felt people brushing past the curtain. They were staff, her colleagues preparing for the grand opening. How was she going to get out? Where was Anthony? What was she going to do? As the hour progressed more and more people entered the lecture theatre, she estimated about 300 people, including the press, but unknown to her Anthony and Bernard. Then, the voices quieten as the Dean and the Mayor of the local town entered, she heard her Dean almost right in front of her making his speech. The Mayor then came on, starting with the line 'I don't like long speeches' which was not what she wanted to hear. Her stomach rumbled, but surprisingly to Bianca her clit was tingling and she was wet.

The Dean asked the Mayor to join him in pulling the curtain cord, her heart in her throat she felt the fabric brush on her naked body and heard a few camera clicks, then a gasp as the audience saw her naked body on the plaque and then a flurry of camera clicks, flashes so bright she could see the shots of light through her blindfold. It was a good 30secs before the Dean pulled the curtain over her body and then apologised to the Mayor and ordered everyone to leave. Anthony and Bernard laughing, but Bernard offering his assistance to the Dean who gave his trusted library manager the responsibility to take care of the Mayor, who seemed to want to stay and look behind the curtain one last time.

Bianca felt Bill the caretaker cut her cuffs off and she rubed her arms, however not wishing to remove her blindfold. A blanket placed over her, including her head as the Dean grabed her arm and another male her left arm, marching her through the crowd that had been added to from the word that spread across the university. The Dean was furious, shouting at Bianca, not knowing who she was stating he will expel her. They finally reached the quietness of his office, the Dean looking at the man who helped him escort her through

“ Erm, thank you.. erm, sorry with all the confusion I didn't get your name!” said the Dean “ Mr Gent!” said Anthony which made Bianca jump “ Well, Mr Gent I will take it from here!” said the Dean “ Of course Sir” he said before whispering to Bianca “I told you I will end it didn't I”

The Dean soon realised he was dealing with a mber of staff, she was dismissed and escorted off the grounds by taxi after she was given some lost property clothes to wear. Bianca locked herself in her apartment, the pictures of her 'Grand Opening' fully circulated around the whole town. Three weeks went past, living off all of her tinned and frozen food she had to venture out and get supplies. She left her apartment, neighbours staring at her, she went to the local supermarket and lined up to pay, but her card rejected she just walked away empty handed and made the journey back. Upon her return her door was open, she ran in and her landlord was there serving her an eviction notice as a locksmith changed the locks, she was now a month behind with the rent.

“ I am sorry Mr Faisal!” She pleaded “ Sorry doesn't pay my bills!” he said heartless “ I just, well I haven't been working and...” she tried to explain “ Well, from what I hear you left the University no option but to dismiss you!” he said “ Oh, you know?!” she said withdrawing “ Who doesn't? It was all over the local papers and everyone knows!” he explained “ Right!” she said “ Well, hurry up grab what you can, I have things to do!” he shouted “ But, I have no way of carrying all of this and I have no where to go!” she pleaded “ Not my problem” as he started to place her possessions in black bags and throwing them out

She grabed a rucksack and packed some clothes, she walked out looking at her possessions piling up by the bin but just walked as crowds started to stare at the whole dramatic performance. She walked and walked for hours, then as she sat in the park her phone rang, she answered.

“ Hi Bianca” said Anthony “ What the fuck do you want!” she screamed “ Hey hey hey, come on. Where you staying tonight?” he asked calmly “ None of your business!” she said “ OK, well I have an empty apartment you can have if you want!” he offered “ I don't have money to rent an apartment!” she said “ Well, it's free! Until you find something!” he offered

She thought about it, it was dark and cold, she accepted and a taxi came to pick her up from the park gates finally arriving at the posh apartment block. She was greeted by Anthony who took her upstairs, where the apartment overlooked the Thames.

“ You like?” he said “ It is amazing!” she said “ It is yours” he said “ Mine?” she asked “ Yes, here this is yours too!” he said handing her a cheque for ?10,000 “ What is this for?” she asked confused “ Your photo-shoot” he said “it is the profits from your site” “ I don't understand” she said “ Your site, mbers pay ?20 a month to have access, obviously I have taken my cut, 50% but that is yours.... for this month!” he explained “ I made ?10,000 in one month!” she screamed in disbelief “ Yes, for two days work!” he said “ I can't believe it!” she said “ Well, I have enough content for another month so we will need to discuss more content” he said “ More photo-shoots?” she asked “ Yes, if you want to that is, if not then the ?10,000 and 50% of next month is yours and you can move out, get another job and move on!” he said “ Who is going to employ me?” she said realising that everyone knew “ Well think about it, I've stocked the fridge and all of your possessions from the flat are in the spare room!” he said as he left

She went to log on to see her site, a few of her library shoots loaded up, including ones from the time Anthony said the camera was empty - he lied! The 3 students were not identifiable as all of the pictures of them had their backs. The pictures were high quality and she looked amazing, almost turned on herself. She read the comments, some very complimentary and she felt really good reading them. She logged off and went to unpack her possessions, smiling that Anthony rescued it all for her. She had a bath and then went to sleep.

A few weeks had past, Anthony calling occasionally to see if she needed anything. She went shopping with her money, dyed her hair as he roots were showing and even taking a holiday to Italy to see the museums. She was getting used to the life or having money and not working. Upon arriving back from Italy she called Anthony for lunch, he had no idea she had been away which made her feel weird as he used to know her every move. She was really confident, started to dress more lady-like, showing cleavage and leg, but not over slutty.

They had lunch, a posh restaurant that Bianca felt comfortable with. She discussed her site, wanting regular updates on new mbers, financial information, advertising, Anthony was very forthcoming, offering her admin access so she could get this first hand. They returned back to her apartment and they logged in to see the statistics first hand, she was shocked to see a slump in the last week, Anthony explaining no new content had been uploaded. Shockingly she asked for a photo-shoot to be arranged and also a suggestion page so she could see what her fans wanted, Anthony got to work whilst she watched television.

Anthony arranged the shoot for the next day, Bianca asking for him to supply outfits as she didn't possess any. The next day, Bianca arrived at a hotel where the shoot was taking place, she was into it a lot more, almost pushing herself to give her fans more shots. They were uploaded that evening whilst Bianca read the suggestions asking for regular webcams and some videos. The photoshoots were met with disappointment from the mbers, the fans feeling it didn't possess the essence of her previous shoots

That night, Bianca cooked dinner as they discussed what to do to improve the site. Anthony said that Bernard was the idea's guy for the pictures and his other girls weren't as successful as Bianca was and it was his idea to expose her at the lecture. Bianca looked shocked, wanting to know about his other girls. Anthony was open, showing Bianca the other sites of 8 others, one being the massage girl from the hotel, Anthony explaining what they all did before he 'discovered' them which included teachers; social workers and even a doctor. Bianca looked at him, thinking he must be making a good ?50k a month at least.

Bianca asked if Bernard was still in contact, Anthony said No. She asked her to call him and arrange a meet, agreeing with Anthony he will get 10%. Bernard came around the next day, a little apprehensive and confused but glad to see Bianca again. Bernard was explained the proposition and shown the site, Bernard realising that he too could make money and retire early, agreed but on an equal share of 33%, which surprised both Bianca and Anthony, however they agreed and then Bernard added he wanted regular sex with Bianca, she reluctantly agreed.

Bernard became pivotal to Bianca's success, planning shoots just like her fans wanted, not in bog standard hotel room shoots, but more humiliating, degrading shoots in public places like burger bars; betting shops; public toilets and building sites. Her site changed to BustyBianca and was making an average of ?20,000 a month each for the three of them. The video shoots also possessed the Bernard touch, but Bernard insisting she used men she picked up from chatrooms to give it an authentic taste. Bernard also helped Anthony with his other girls, making his financial gain 10times what Bianca was earning.

It appeared that despite what happened, all were happy, well nearly all.... there was of course Tiffany, who was Anthony and Bernard's new victim, where Bernard was a rich art collector and Anthony his handsome single son!! .... but she would soon find happiness! The end....



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