Thought Riot

Ahhh, home from work. The warm days of early summer have made for warm nights. The warm nights combined with the long day at work have proven exhausting. I greet you as you watch TV and go in to make a light salad and open a bottle of wine for dinner, As the evening begins to fade I give you a kiss on the cheek and head for the shower to clean off the days grime and cool a bit. The shower feels wonderful as it beats down on my breasts while I wash. Finished, I dry off and dressed in a light tank top and panties and go to lay on the bed.
As I stretch out, I feel a slight breeze from the window near the bed, its wide open now to release some of the heat that has built up through the day. My nipples respond to the breeze. I lick my fingers and slide my hand under my tank to pinch my semi erect nipples to their full standing glory. My hand caresses my breast gently at first, then with more grip as I feel my inner heat begin to rise. I sit up on my knees and remove my tank. The breeze hitting my now damp and tender nipples gives me a slight shiver. Using both hands now, I sit on my knees near the window to catch the full breeze as I squeeze my breasts, kneading them, pinching and twisting my nipples slightly.
I hear you move around in the front room, turning off the TV and preparing for the next day. Knowing your routine, I expect that soon I will hear the shower before you come to bed. I lay back on the bed now, my knees bent to either side and my feet meeting in the middle. My hand reaches down under my panties, my fingers spreading my lips to expose my clit. Allowing one finger per side, I pinch my clit softly, and explore the sensitive skin much as I had just explored my breasts, pinching and twisting softly at first, then with more force as I feel my heat build, juices spreading. I am sooo wet! I reach under the bed for my toy with a small smile, knowing the pleasure I will soon be feeling and looking forward to it. I no longer hear movement in the house and I realize I have not yet heard the shower begin. As I lean over the bed I slide my eyes to the doorway, my hair has covered my eyes and I know that you cannot see me as I watch you watching me. This type of play is one I have never shared with you and I wonder at your response. I feel my senses sharpen, I know I will perform for you tonight.
Laying my toy next to me on the bed I lay on my back and raise my hips, easing my thumbs under the tops of my panties I slide them off. I raise my knees to my chest to remove them the rest of the way, and allow you a good view of my fully exposed clit, swollen now from my loving fingers. Taking my toy in hand I run it slowly from my nipples to my center, I rub it across my clit, teasing myself, Out of the corner of my eye I see you smile a bit, lowering the toy to my opening I push it in slowly, very wet now and eager to feel the hardness within. I look now towards the door and I ask you, slowly, in a very quiet voice, if you would like to watch me fuck myself. I ask you to come sit with me on the bed, my toy already moving in and out slowly, just as it always does to start.
You come to me, but you do not lay next to me, instead, you stand at the edge of the bed and watch as my toy slides in and out of me, never leaving my body fully. Completely aroused I begin to move the toy with more abandon, harder and faster, my hips raising to meet the thrusts as you watch on, your stiffened member in your hand. I lick my lips and smile at you, loving the expression on your face as you gaze at me. I ask you if you would like to help, I remove my hand from the toy and allow you to take control of it. You place one hand beside my head on the bed and lean down to kiss me, your stiff cock pressing against my belly. Taking my toy in your hand now you shove it in me hard and fast, harder than I normally do myself, I feel my orgasm as it floods me in waves, my juices running out of me, around the toy to run down the crack of my ass. I hear your voice in my ear speaking dirty to me as you ask me if I like to fuck and how hard do I want it…demanding an answer now I beg for more, as I reach my hand between us to grasp your cock firmly and tug it the way I know you like.
I want animal rough sex tonight my lover, nothing tender nothing sweet. I want to feel every inch of my body become one with yours. Sensing this, you roll me over to my stomach, reaching under my hips you raise my ass high and thrust yourself into my wet crotch. seeking its heat and warmth, you ride me harshly for only a few seconds before you stop. I wonder what you have in mind as I lay there exposed, feeling the breeze now as you have left me. I don’t need to wonder for long. I feel your hand, covered now in lubricant as you play with my smallest of holes, your finger moving slowly in and out of my ass, loosening my muscles while your other hand is spreading the same lubricant on your cock.
I feel my muscles tense as the tip of your cock teases my ass, finding its mark and pushing in ever so slightly. I moan in pain mixed with pleasure. You stop moving. your hands massaging my hips gently as you wait for me to relax once again before pushing farther in. I know what you want my sweet, and in a frenzy now I thrust my ass back to take you fully inside, I move my hips to meet each thrust as the pain subsides and the pleasure increases. I want you to ride me, I cry out for you to fuck me hard and I feel the sweat drips from your forehead as you move quickly now, thrusting in and out, pulling my hips back with every movement as you build to your climax before shooting your wad up my ass, the hot streaming semen pumping into me. I smile. Moving forward I feel your cock leave me as I curl up on the bed. You fall on the bed next to me, exhausted from our lovemaking and I reach out to run my hand down your face before falling into a deep sleep.

As the hot summer sun began to slip below the horizon, the red, late model sport SUV hurdled down the highway. Glancing at her watch, Lynn knew she was running late. She had an appointment for a full body massage for 8:00 and it was now 8:30. As she quickly slowed her speeding vehicle she could see the “open” sign was off but the lights were still on and a couple of were in the lot. One auto belonged to her masseuse, Milene. The other vehicle she didn’t recognize.
“Maybe she can still get me in,” she thought as she hurried to the door. It was unlocked and she entered the dimly lit lobby. As she walked down the hall she could hear music and muffled voices. As she came closer to the therapy room the voices became more clear. She recognized the unmistakeable voice of Milene but the other voice was unfamiliar.
Lynn stopped and pressed her ear to the door. The music pulsated inside the room. “That’s certainly not the same music she ordinarily plays,” she thought to herself. Lynn had never heard anything but the garden variety “elevator music” on any of her visits.
“Milene must be finishing up with her last client of the day,” Lynn concluded. Thinking maybe it wasn’t too late for her massage, she eased the door open and peeped inside. What she saw caught completely by surprise!
There was indeed a massage taking place but the masseuse was on the receiving end! Milene lay on the table, the oils covering her naked body made her skin glisten.
“You got a fat ass….for a white girl!” laughed a statuesque black woman as she squeezed Milene’s bottom with both hands. Both women were completely naked, the ebony beauty’s dark brown skin was also covered with a sheen of shiny oil.
“Hey, my ass is not fat I will have you to know,” Milene responded.
“Oh girl, I didn’t mean “fat,” fat, I meant “phat” fat. You know, like fine, phat. Believe me, that’s good. You always make me feel so good I thought it would be fun to do you for a change.”
Lynn couldn’t help but to become aroused at the sight of the two beautiful naked women before her even though it was just an innocent massage. Instictively, she raised her skirt and slipped her hand inside her panties and rubbed her, already wet cunt.
“Roll over, Milene. Let me do your front.” Althea whacked her on her slippery bottom as she began to roll over.
“Ouch, bitch!” Milene squealed playfully.
Lynn watched as for the first time she saw the full beauty of Milene’s exposed body. She had always thought she looked alot like the sexy TV star, Jorja Fox. And now she could see her body was just as stunning as her face!
Starting with her feet, Althea began her work on Milene. As she worked her way up past her ankles and along her supple calves, Althea applied generous amounts of the scented, warm oils.
Lynn rubbed her pussy harder, messmerized at the erotic sight of those dark hands moving along the creamy white inner thighs of her masseuse.
Milene moaned, her eyes closed as her head rolled softly from side to side. Her legs moved slightly as Althea’s fingers moved ever so close to Milene’s furry little pussy. She flinched as she felt fingertips glide across her pouty lips.
Althea worked her hands all around Milene’s silky thighs, time after time brushing across her sensitive cunt, enjoying the response of the brunette’s body.
Knowing this was quickly becoming more than a massage, Lynn removed her panties and pushed open the door a little further for a better view. Moving her hand back to her excited cunt, Lynn inserted her index finger and prepared to watch the show unfolding before her.
Milene raised her head and looked at Althea with a sly smile. “When are you going to give me some?” she asked in a sexy tone.
With that, Althea stopped and retreated to the couch. She sat down and spread her legs invitingly. She motioned for Milene to join her.
Lynn shifted to get a better view between Althea’s legs. She could see her neatly trimmed black snatch drawing the white masseuse ever closer.
“You want some of this black pussy, baby? It’s all yours, just come and get it.” Althea parted her petals of her ebony rose revealing her swollen clit.
Lynn gasped then moaned with desire, her finger working her hot pussy. She wanted so badly to suck the black girl’s clit but this was Milene’s party and she had not been invited. She watched as Milene, on all fours, crawled across the floor and positioned herself between Althea’s thick thighs.
Keeping her eyes locked on Althea’s face, Milene began to kiss those chocolaty thighs sensuously. She kissed her way artfully, all around Althea’s hot pussy, teasingly close. Between the oils and Milene’s saliva, Althea’s thighs sparkled in the light. She continued to toy with her client, letting her tongue graze the fluffy wet black lips of her cunt.
Stroking the pretty white girl’s hair, Althea moved her cunt closer to Milene’s face to no avail as Milene had other ideas. “Are you gonna eat my pussy, baby?” she puffed. “I’m so fucking horny I can hardly stand it!”
Milene was enjoying this. “Well I don’t know, sweet thing, just how bad do you want me to eat you out? I never know if you are serious or not.”
“Oh baby I am SO serious!” Althea grasped Milene’s head and pulled her face against her soaking pussy. She groaned loudly as Milene’s tongue finally entered her hot box. “Oh Milene, eat my pussy, baby. Is this serious enough?”
Lynn fingered her pussy wildly, her juices running down her legs. She had never seen two girls go at it in person! It was such an incredible turn-on. She watched as, time after time, Milene brought Althea to the edge. She would stop licking her pussy and began kissing her inner thighs instead until Althea would grab her head and pull her back to her job.
“You ain’t nothing but a big tease today, Milene. Your driving my pussy crazy!” as she pumped her cunt against her face.
“Oh yeah, what are you going to do about it?” Milene taunted.
With that, Althea pushed Milene to the floor and scrambled on top of her, straddling her head. “I’m gonna cum all over that pretty white face, that’s what I’m gonna do,” she stated flatly.
“Oh yeah? We’ll just see about that,” Milene said defiantly, still enjoying her wicked game. She slapped the black girl on the ass to emphasize her point.
Althea shoved her horny cunt down on Milene’s angelic face, squirming and smearing her juices all over the white girl’s face. “You’re going to eat my black pussy and like it, no, love it like a good little white girl should.” She was clearly enjoying this game as much as Milene. “Now, stick your tongue in my pussy, bitch and I don’t want to hear any shit about it!” she commanded.
“Wow, its just like in the videos! And like Tonisha and me!” Lynn was now lying in the floor with two fingers inside her, her spasming cunt clamped tightly around them. She watched as the sexy white girl eagerly licked the beautiful black girls hot pussy.

Althea wasn’t through playing the game Milene had started. Suddenly she pulled her cunt off Milene’s face and looked down at her. “I know what you want, girl. You want me to cum in your mouth, don’t you?” She was turning the tables on the masseuse!
“Yes, oh God yes, cum in my mouth baby! I want to taste your sweet cum!” Grabbing Althea’s ass, she shoved her tongue upward into dripping black twat to show what she wanted.
“No way girl bitch, it ain’t gonna be that easy!” as she pushed Milene’s head back to the floor.
Now the tables were completely turned! Milene struggled to get her tongue into Althea’s pussy but to no avail. Althea was in the dominant position on top of her and in complete control. Try as she might, she could not reach the delicious black pussy hovering only inches from her face.
Althea was really enjoying this game of “control”. She would drag her pussy across the tip of Milene’s straining tongue, never letting her have it. “You want this black pussy bad, don’t you? If you really want it you’ll have to beg for it. Come on white bitch, beg for it.”
“Oh God yes, Althea! I want to eat your pussy so bad, baby. Please shove your black pussy down on my white face and fuck it, fuck it good, baby!” She tugged mightily at Althea’s ass but she held firm. “Please baby, fuck my face!” she begged.
Althea grabbed Milene’s arms and pushed them back away from her ass. She leaned forward and pinned her hands against the couch. She looked down at Milene, triumphantly. “That’s what I wanted to hear. I love to hear white girls beg for black pussy. And the only thing I love more than that is the way white girls EAT black pussy!” She shoved her pussy down hard on Milene’s eager mouth. “And if a face-fucking is what you want, that’s what you’re going to get.”
Lynn couldn’t believe the passion of these two women! She watched jealously as the black girl face-fucked the white girl, both fulfilling their needs and desires. She wanted so desperately to trade places with Milene.
“I’m cumming!” screamed Althea. “All over your face and in your mouth! No teasing this time, bitch!” From her dominant position, she humped Milene’s face, her powerful body convulsing in ecstacy. She fucked the face of the helpless, but happy white girl to both their hearts content.
Lynn could see Milene licking beads of cum from Althea’s overflowing honey hole. She couldn’t tell who looked happier. Althea’s breasts were heaving as she fought to catch her breath. Lynn wanted to go over to her and suck those big dark nipples but she didn’t dare interrupt.
“Thanks Althea,” Milene said,”for the massage and the meal.” Her tongue slithered back inside Althea, licking the sweet cum from her ebony cunt.
“Oh, there’s more where that came from, Milene,” as she ran her fingers through the white girl’s matted hair. “But I want some pussy too, little white pussy!” she growled. She pulled her pussy away from Milene’s sticky face.
Milene started to get up but Althea stopped her. “Just stay on your back, hun,” she said as she mounted Milene in the reverse position. “I love the 69,” as she plopped her smoldering pussy down on Milene’s waiting mouth.
“Mmmmm, me too,” Milene hummed, sliding her arms upward and wrapping them around Althea’s black ass in a tight embrace. Wasting no time, she began to make love to her ebony queen’s delectable cunt.
Althea leaned forward, locking her arms around Milene’s legs, her fingers parting Milene’s tender trap. “Such a tiny little white pussy,” she observed. “I hope I can get my tongue inside it,” she said as she lowered her face between the white woman’s legs.
“I’m sure you’ll find a way,” said Milene as she spread her legs. “This little white pussy is all yours, baby” she said before sticking her tongue deep inside the chocolate treat resting on her chin.
“Aaahhh!” squealed Althea as Milene’s tongue struck home. She rocked slowly on the masseuse’s face as she prepared to return the favor. She rubbed her finger up and down Milene’s slit. “This little pussy is so fucking wet!” she exclaimed. Replacing her finger with her tongue, ebony gently licked ivory’s petite little lips.
The moans of the two women were almost too much for Lynn. Her fingers stroked deeper inside her distracted pussy. She was more than fascinated watching Althea devour Milene’s vanilla pie. She had never thought of having sex with a white woman but she suddenly felt a very strong attraction to Milene. She looked so sexy writhing beneath the black woman’s voluptuous body.
There was no talking now. The only sounds coming from the two women were sounds of raw lust, their bodies moving in perfect rhythm with the sexy music. The sounds of tongues splashing happily in their pleasure pools mingled with moans of pleasure which were getting louder by the moment.
“Oh God, Althea!” screamed Milene, “lick me faster baby! I’m cumming, I’m cumming!”
“Come on baby, give it to me. I love sucking this white pussy.” Althea pulled Milene’s legs into the air and tongue-fucked the creaming white cunt.
Milene’s screams of orgasmic release were muffled slightly by Althea’s equally excited pussy. The two women were thrashing about madly on the floor, their ebony and ivory bodies locked together by their wanton lust.
Suddenly, Althea reared upright, her body trembling as she frantically fucked Milene’s mouth. Her cum-smeared face contorted in a grimace of pleasure. “Oh God, oh God!”she cried, her cunt thrusting uncontrollably in Milene’s face.
Lynn was having a massive orgasm of her own, thankful that Althea’s screams of passion kept her secret safe. She had came several times but this was the strongest yet. Her pussy gushed over her fingers as she watched Althea grinding her pussy violently, without objection, on Milene’s face, who, for her part, was alternately squeezing Althea’s tits and spanking her ass, urging her on.
Lynn could stand it no longer. Weakly, she got to her feet and headed down the hall. She could feel her cum oozing down her leg. HER PANTIES! She had forgotten her panties! Hurriedly, she ran back down the hall, grabbed the panties and took one last look at the couple still locked in their passionate lovemaking. She stumbled out the door and into her waiting vehicle. As she drove away, she had discovered something new about herself. Not only did she have a definite thing for black women, there was a certain little masseuse she could not wait to make love to… but how?
TO BE CONTINUED…

This is in continuation to my first story i.e. The hike of my lifetime. I would advice you to go through that story first just to get a link of things…
One more thing, I had committed a faux pas in my earlier story. At first I said that I rolled a condom over Jason’s cock and then in the next scene I had his cum dripping onto the bed. Someone pointed it out to me. I want to thank him…
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After the most glorious sex, I just wanted to lie down, relax and bask in my newly discovered relationship. Apparently Jason too, had the same plans because he proceeded to lie down beside me on the bed. As the bed was meant for a single person, that meant lying down in spoon fashion, with my bottom nicely cuddled against his groin. I wickedly jiggled my bottom against his cock, wanting to see his reaction. With a menacing growl, he reached over and bit my ear making me squeak in protest. I could feel him becoming hard against me all over again. I jiggled some more till he became iron hard and then we proceeded to use up one more condom…
We spent about four hours at the cabin. I felt that my knee was definitely up to making the rest of the hike. Obviously, I was not as hurt as I had thought. I voiced my thoughts to Jason and though he was still concerned, he said that it was all up to me. So we decided to rendezvous to the lodge which was supposed to be our halt for the night. We made good time and reached the lodge in the evening.
The rest of the group had set up a campfire and were definitely glad to see us. After inquiring about my health, everyone had a good time eating the grub and cracking jokes. When we wanted to retire for the night, we faced an unforeseen problem, which worked out to the advantage of Jason and me. It so turned out that all the rooms were occupied but for one. The lodge keeper solicitously enquired if we would mind sharing the room. He could arrange for a spare bed to be brought up into the room. I could barely keep up a straight face when I said that I didn’t really mind. Jason was quick to voice his approval with the arrangements.
As soon as the spare bed had been brought in and everyone had retired for the night, we quickly put the two beds together and jumped into bed. I lowered my head onto his lap and he sat stroking my hair.
“Jason”, I said shyly. “What is it sweetheart”, he asked me softly.
“Can you do me a favor?”
“If it is within my powers, I definitely will.” He said unhesitatingly.
“I have always had this fantasy of being dominated, you know? Sort of, of being controlled by a person.” “But I don’t want to get physically hurt.” I hastened to add. “Do you understand?”
“Yes, I think I do”, he said with a wicked smile.
“Now,”, he said, pushing me away from his lap, “we are going to play a little game.” “You are going to have a very hard time getting me to make love to you.”
“Hmpf, big deal.” I was not very impressed. “And why do you think I will want you to make love to me? I don’t think I am that desperate.” I was determined to best him.
“If you are not, you will soon be.” Saying thus, he straddled my hips and imprisoned my arms above my head. He swooped down on my mouth like an eagle giving me no time to protest, though I don’t think I would have protested even if I was given the time. He bit down on my lips softly, tracing them with his tongue. I moaned softly wanting more. He then plunged his tongue into the moist recesses of my mouth, stroking my tongue with this. I entwined my tongue with his, trying to pull more of him into my mouth and he let me. I was sucking on his tongue like mad, biting into it like a soft juicy fruit. After we tongue-dueled for a while, he flipped me onto my back and rode me like a cowboy. He still had my arms trapped beneath his and he now began to ravage my neck, giving me tiny little love bites all along the nape which felt like little electric shocks.
He grasped my ear with his teeth and gave it a little tug and then dipped into the hollow of my ear. I never knew I had so many erogenous zones in my body. He then ran his tongue down my spine all the way down to my bottom. He bit down on my rump with such force that I yelled in protest. I could see from the corner of my eye that he was hard to say the least. He ran his cock up and down the crack of my ass and I almost came then. He slowly let me up and at once I assumed a convenient position, expecting his cock within me any moment. When it didn’t happen, I thought that he had gotten up to get a condom. When I turned, I saw that he was coolly sitting on the edge of the bed, adjusting the covers. I couldn’t believe my eyes. What the hell was wrong with him?
“Hey, what’s the matter?” I asked, slowly getting up. “Aren’t you going to continue?”
“No”, he said coolly.
“But why?”, I asked in frustration.
“Didn’t I say that you are going to have a tough time getting me to make love to you?”.
Surely he was kidding. He couldn’t be serious at a time like this. But I could see that he wasn’t.
“Now I want you to beg me to make love to you and do everything in your power to coax me.” Saying so, he stretched his legs out and folded his arms on his chest.
I went to him and kissed him full on the lips. I stroked his chest lightly, teasing his nipples into tight buds. I then bent down and sucked on them. When I saw that that was not working, I moved down to his thighs, stroking them lightly. I moved down to his feet, caressing them with my hands and then taking his toes into my mouth. I sucked on each one and ran my tongue down the soles of his feet. I looked up to see that he was not particularly moved. I now moved up to his cock, which I had saved for last. I took the velvety tip into my mouth and ran my tongue along the tiny depression. I then took him in fully and gave him the blowjob of his life, blowing and sucking so hard that my face turned red. I then turned my attention to his balls and sucked on each one making them wet with my saliva. I then deep-throated him for quite some time sure that he definitely could not resist this. When that too did not have any apparent effect, I was flabbergasted. Had I failed to have any effect over him whatsoever?. Was he bored with me so soon? I turned away, wanting some time away from him. No sooner had I turned than Jason took my chin into his hand and turned my head towards him. I am sure that my misery was transparent on my face then. Without another word he took me into his arms and pressed me tightly into his chest. “I am so sorry, sweetheart”, he crooned, running his fingers through my hair. “It was just supposed to be a game. I didn’t think I would hurt you so bad. I’m sorry, truly I am.”
I just had to ask. “Do I have no effect on you at all?”
“Are you kidding. I barely managed to keep a straight face throughout your onslaught. When you were deep-throating me, I thought that if you continued for a couple of seconds more, I would be doing the begging. That was the hardest thing I have ever done in my life. And now here is your reward.” Saying thus, he got out a condom and quickly rolled it up, not wanting to waste any more time. I was waiting for him to bring out the Vaseline but he surprised me. He lubricated me by flicking his tongue into my asshole. I had never experienced the likes of it in my life. He forced his tongue in as much as he could, forcing my legs apart wider and wider. When he was finally satisfied, he straightened up and thrust into me with one fluid motion. I felt none of the discomfort that I had felt before, I was so primed up for him. I pushed back into him, wanting more of him into me. He too was eager, he ground his hips into mine till we were almost molded together. He pushed harder and harder, gripping my shoulder, till I was panting with exhaustion. When I felt that I could take no more, he finally climaxed with one mega thrust, which I felt must have penetrated my very core. I fell down on the bed, exhausted and he fell on top of me crushing me with his weight. We were both slick with sweat.
He suddenly rolled over and sat up, quite serious. “I want to say something.” He was dead serious. I felt a sudden chill run down my spine. This was it. He was going to give me the thank-you speech. It was nice while it lasted but now I must move on or something to that effect. Well, I was not going to give him the satisfaction of seeing me disintegrate. I would deal with the rejection when I was alone. Now was the time for some first quality acting.
“Yes, go on”, I said trying to act nonchalant.
“I want you to hear me out. Okay? No interruptions, absolutely no interruptions.”
“Ok.” I hoped I could control myself.
“ Well, here goes. I know you are not very experienced, but I am. Let me tell you that what we have here is something special, something unique. No doubt the sex is spectacular, but I feel this closeness with you, this protectiveness which I have felt with no one. And I would like to explore this further, beyond this hike. I don’t want to move too fast but I would like to see you more, to know more about you. What do you say?” He looked so hopeful, that all my fears vanished and I jumped into his arms, overjoyed.
“Oh I would love to see you more. I thought you were going to leave me.”
“Honestly, I don’t think I can. At least not without exploring this further. So what do you say? I can move in with my aunt. My job won’t suffer as I am a freelance writer. Are you up to more of me?
I thought that finally my dreams had come through…
Now that’s an end to this story. I think I am done with soppy romances for the moment. I am going to try my hand at some hard core stuff. I am thinking about doing a series on fetishes. Does anyone have any ideas???

(This is a continuation of a series and will make a lot more sense if you read the previous chapters.)
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Hank drove towards Sarah’s apartment. He knew what part of town it was in but he would have to search a little for the exact address. Hank didn’t hang out in the lily-white part of town too often. He adjusted the rear view mirror so he could see what was happening in the back seat. He noticed the young girl was still out of it, her head leaning over against the door. Her hair he could tell was stringy with sweat and her shirt was in shambles, he would have to get her a new one. Her big titties were hanging out. Her little skirt was pushed up almost to her waist as Jesse had her legs spread and he was rubbing the inside of her thigh.
He noticed Miss Johnson was more alert and staring straight ahead. She looked to be in much better shape. Her face and hair were still a little wet but her shirt was respectable and her skirt looked to be fine, although it too was pushed up rather far as he could see the tops of her stockings. Jesse’s other hand was exploring the inside of her thighs also.
Jesse was leaning back with his eyes closed. Hank smiled, he looked awfully happy. Hank turned onto the street where the teacher lived. He noticed an apartment complex up on the left, that must be it. He turned into the first lot and looked for the numbers. He saw the sign and he was in the right place. Her apartment was right straight ahead on the second floor. He parked and looked around the parking lot carefully before he made any movement to get out. This was the dangerous part of his plan. He did not need anyone to see him carrying two white girls up the stairs, one half-naked.
Hank did not see any movement for at least a couple of minutes so he felt he could get them up safely. He turned to talk to Jesse. Jesse was now rubbing the girl’s left tit. God, they were nice for a high school girl, Hank thought. Jesse also had his fingers buried in the teacher’s sloppy pussy. He could see she was going to need a shower.
“Jesse, hold on for a while son, we’ll have plenty of time for that. We need to get these bitches up into the apartment without getting seen. I will get the teacher, you get the little slut. When I open the door you get out and get her up those stairs as fast as you can. You got it?” Hank said to Jesse.
Jesse stopped his groping of the two girls and nodded his head in agreement. Hank got out of the car and walked around to Jesse’s door. He opened it and the girl began to fall out. He caught her and held her up. Jesse got out and grabbed the girl by the waist and hoisted her up to his shoulder. Hank watched her tits bounce off of Jesse’s back as he ran up the stairs with her. He told Tyshawn to get out and follow Jesse. He walked around to the other door and opened it. The teacher sat there.
“Miss Johnson, we are home now. Can you get out and follow me?” Hank asked.
Sarah looked over at him and swung her left leg out of the car. Her skirt was still gathered at her waist so Hank was given a nice show of her legs and the white skin over the tops of her stockings. She stood up next to him. Hank reached in and got her purse and gave it to her.
Sarah knew she was home but she still felt like she was in a fog. The janitor was with her, what was he doing at her house? She started to walk towards her apartment and she felt something warm and wet between her legs. She felt it also on her thigh and reached down to touch it. Her fingers came back coated with a white liquid. Sarah looked at it and the last couple of hours flashed before her eyes. She remembered losing her virginity to the janitor. She also remembered watching the boy’s cock slide in and out of Karen’s pussy. She then remembered getting fucked a second time and not knowing exactly who that was. She reached up and felt her hair and it was sticky and wet.
Hank followed the teacher up the stairs to her apartment. She looked to be coming out of her daze. A nice shower should bring her all the way back. How would she react? This was the unknown part of his plan. When the girls came out of shock what would they do? Hank had considered the possibilities and he figured there were two. He figured he would either be facing frantic, angry girls or a couple of black cock sluts. He was prepared for both. Sarah reached the top of the stairs and saw Jesse standing there with Karen slumped over his shoulder. Sarah got her key out of her purse and opened the door. They all went in quickly and closed the door.
“Jesse, drop her on the couch there.” Hank said and Jesse dumped Karen on the couch.
Hank walked up to her and sat her up, her eyes were closed.
“Teach, go and get me a cold washcloth.” Hank said.
Sarah scurried off to the bathroom and returned with a damp cloth. Hank reached out and Sarah gave him the cloth. He touched it to Karen’s forehead and wiped it across. Her eyes snapped open and darted quickly around. Hank continued to wipe off her face as he spoke softly to her. He knew this was a critical time.
“It’s ok, honey, you are fine. You are safe.” Hank whispered.
He could see her eyes calm down and focus on him. He continued to rub the cloth across her face and then her shoulders.
“You have been through a lot but you will be fine. Miss Johnson is going to help you get a nice shower and then you will feel good as new. Does that sound good?” Hank asked the girl.
Karen shook her head slowly up and down. Hank took her hand and gently lifted her to her feet. He walked her over to Sarah. Sarah instinctively put her arm around Karen.
“Now teach, you take her in the bathroom and you two take a nice warm shower. Take as long as you need. When you are finished bring her back out here. We will be waiting.” Hank said to Sarah.
Sarah nodded and led Karen down the hall. They went into the bathroom and Sarah closed the door behind them. She sat Karen down on the closed toilet lid. This girl was a mess. Her hair was matted to the side of her head. Her shirt was torn to shreds and all stretched out. It wasn’t covering any of her breasts. Sarah stared at Karen’s breasts. They were beautiful, large and firm and standing high on her chest. The nipples were dark and perfect. Sarah reached over and pulled the remnants of her shirt up and off.
Sarah knelt down and lifted Karen’s right foot. She untied her tennis shoe and slipped it off. She pulled her little anklet off and rubbed her bare foot gently. She ran her fingers up Karen’s calf and rubbed gently. She dropped her right foot and picked up her left. She removed the shoe and anklet and gently massaged her foot and calf. She set her foot down and stood up. She reached over and put her hand on Karen’s cheek. She saw Karen’s eyes focus on her.
“Sit here for a second, sweetie, while I get the shower ready.” Sarah said and rubbed the girl’s soft cheek.
Karen nodded slowly. Sarah stood up and began unbuttoning her own shirt. It didn’t seem to be torn which Sarah considered a miracle after the way Tyshawn had pulled her across the room. She took the shirt off and her yellow bra was still in place. She unsnapped and unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor. Sarah looked down and saw that her panties were missing. No telling where they ended up. She kicked off her shoes and started to slide her stocking down her left leg. She removed it and then slid her right one off as well. She unclasped her bra and dropped it in the hamper. She stood naked in front of the mirror. Her body showed no signs of her ordeal except for her sticky, matted hair and the cum smeared around her pussy.
Sarah turned on the water in the shower and adjusted it to as hot as she could stand it. She turned, took Karen’s hand gently and helped her stand. She noticed the hand was a little swollen and remembered she had hurt it this morning. That seemed so long ago. She looked at Karen as she rubbed the girl’s hand softly.
“Sweetie, does your hand still hurt?” Sarah asked.
Karen nodded. Sarah turned the hand around and didn’t see any breaks in the skin, just a bad bruise.
“We’ll get some ice on it after your shower, ok?” Sarah said and Karen responded with a nod.
Sarah reached down and unsnapped Karen’s jean skirt. She unzipped it, knelt down, and pulled it down her legs. Sarah was looking right at Karen’s pussy. It was red and swollen and the blonde pubic hair was thick and matted down with cum. She could see drops of cum still leaking slowly out. Sarah stood up and helped Karen in the shower. Sarah got in also and turned to face Karen, her back to the showerhead. She reached down and hit the button and felt the warm water hit her back. It felt soothing and wonderful.
Sarah turned Karen around until her back was to the water. She moved her head back a little and let the water hit her on the top of the head. She reached down and grabbed a cloth and squirted some of her face soap into it. She touched it to Karen’s face and washed her face thoroughly. She squirted some bath soap on the cloth and continued down to her shoulders and then her arms. She moved back and soaped her breasts. Sarah lifted them and washed underneath. They were heavy but so soft and firm. She ran her fingers over the nipple and felt it harden quickly. She knelt down and washed the girl’s flat stomach. She ran the cloth around her hips and then her upper thighs. She went up and down each of her legs. Sarah then placed the cloth directly over Karen’s sore pussy.
She heard a soft moan from Karen and looked up to see the girls eyes were closed and her mouth partially open. Sarah ran the cloth up around the sides. Then she opened the soft lips and washed the inside gently. She ran the cloth up and brushed it against the girl’s clit. She heard another moan and the felt Karen’s hands grab the back of her head. Sarah didn’t know what to do as she felt her head being drawn closer to the girl’s crotch. Her lips were only inches form Karen’s blonde pussy. Sarah didn’t have time to think clearly and her instincts took over, she moved forward and gently ran her tongue over the girl’s clit. Sarah’s thoughts were fighting within her. Part of her was concentrating on helping this poor girl. She wanted to comfort her and make her feel better. She seemed to be doing that but her conservative nature was rebelling. This was wrong; she was between a student’s legs and licking her pussy. This could not be right. Sarah continued to battle with her feelings as she felt the pressure increase on the back of her head. She heard Karen’s breathing increase and licked again. Her nurturing instinct took over and Sarah’s focus turned to just wanting to make this girl feel better. Karen started to move her hips into Sarah. Sarah responded by running her tongue down between the girl’s lips and then slowly back up to her clit. She had never done this before so she tried to do things she thought would feel good to her. She knew she was doing it right as she could feel the girl’s legs tighten up. She took her clit in between her lips and sucked gently, drawing it into her mouth. Sarah could tell the girl was close. She bit down soft on her clit and Karen went into convulsions. Sarah held onto the back of Karen’s legs as the girl’s orgasm ripped through her. Sarah pulled off just as Karen was coming down and stood up. Karen looked at her, her breathing slowing down. Karen put her arms around Sarah and pulled her into a tight hug. Sarah hugged her back, feeling Karen’s soft chest pressing against hers. The girls held this position for 5 minutes as the warm water washed over them. Karen pulled her face back and looked at Sarah. She leaned forward and kissed Sarah on the lips. The young teacher felt love and pleasure course through her and kissed the girl back hard, their tongues wrestling in Karen’s mouth. Sarah’s mind was flying around; she went between guilt, embarrassment, pleasure, and love repeatedly. Karen pulled back from the kiss and then hugged Sarah tight. Sarah realized this girl was coping with her ordeal by reaching out to anyone for comfort. Sarah hugged her back and rubbed her hand down Karen’s back. Sarah felt Karen break the hug and felt her lips touch her neck. She felt a tingle run through her as she felt the kiss of another woman on her body for the first time. Karen kissed down her neck to her shoulders. Sarah felt her head move farther down and then felt a kiss on her chest between her breasts. She felt Karen kiss around her left breast and then run her tongue gently across her nipple. Sarah heard a moan come from her own mouth as the pleasure ran through her. Karen sucked gently on the nipple until it was hard and then moved to the right breast, kissing on that nipple until it was also hard. Sarah felt Karen’s hands move up the side of her body and then cup her breasts. She felt her nipples being pinched lightly between Karen’s fingers. Karen continued to massage Sarah’s breasts and kissed her way down to her flat stomach. She kissed down to the top of her clean-shaven pussy. She ran her tongue down the side between Sarah’s pussy and her thigh. Sarah gasped as the pleasure shivered through her again. Sarah was in turmoil; she was being seduced by a teenager and one of her own students, at that. She had never even thought about touching another woman and here she was naked in a shower with another woman kissing so precariously close to her pussy. Sarah felt all of her anxieties and worries slip away. She was now concerned only with pleasure and she wanted it now. She grabbed Karen’s head and pulled her into her crotch. She wanted this girl to lick her so badly she could taste it. She spread her legs slightly. Karen took the clue and licked right across Sarah’s swollen clit. She felt her teacher’s body flinch. Karen had only made love to another girl once but she was a quick study and she was going to give her teacher the works. Karen ran her tongue down between the soft lips of her teacher’s smooth pussy and then rammed her tongue as deep as she could. Sarah moaned as she felt Karen’s warm tongue run up into her. Karen sucked the little clit in front of her and then let it go. She bit lightly on one of Sarah’s lips and pulled gently. Sarah’s mind was having trouble processing what was happening to her. She had never had anyone do this to her. How did this girl know exactly what to do? Sarah felt Karen’s warm tongue work its way around the inside of her pussy and then back to her clit. She felt Karen suck in her clit and run her teeth lightly over it. Sarah knew she wouldn’t last too much longer but she never wanted this to end. This was the most pleasure she had ever felt in her life. Karen pulled back and lightly blew on her teacher’s clit. She licked to the right and left of it, teasing. Karen felt her teacher’s legs tightening up and felt her head being pulled in. She held back and continued to kiss around the throbbing clit. She stopped for a second and then sucked the clit into her mouth quickly and flicked her tongue across it. This last little trick pushed Sarah over the edge of her orgasm. She shook violently and lost control as the most powerful orgasm she had ever felt tore through her young body. Karen held onto her teacher’s hips and continued to run her tongue over her clit, driving her through her orgasm. She felt the pressure on her head release and she pulled away. Karen stood up and kissed Sarah again. The two women, now linked forever by the last few minutes, held each other tightly as the warm water splashed over them.
Hank was sitting in the teacher’s nice living room. She must be doing all right, he thought, as he looked at the furniture and felt the soft comfort of the couch. He looked over at Tyshawn. The boy looked sad. Hank knew he was a good kid and that he had just lost control after the girl pushed him too far. He knew Tyshawn was feeling guilty and weak.
“Son, how you feeling?” Hank asked.
“I don’t know, that just didn’t seem right. What’s going to happen to us?” Tyshawn responded.
“Don’t you worry, we will be fine. When the ladies come back out here I will show you. You just sit back and relax and let ole Hank take care of it.” He said.
“How about you Jesse, how are you doing?” Hank asked, turning toward Jesse.
“I am fine, I just need to bust a nut into one of those bitches soon or I will go insane.” Jesse said.
Hank chuckled as he watched Jesse rub his crotch and Hank noticed the boy did have a tremendous erection. He couldn’t blame him; he had been taping the whole thing.
“You don’t worry about that either, son, we will take care of that also.” Hank said and smiled at the boy.
Sarah pulled away from Karen and looked into her eyes. She could tell Karen was feeling better as some of the sparkle was back. Sarah reached for the shampoo and began to work on Karen’s long hair.
Sarah stepped out onto the bathmat, water dripping off of her. She reached into her linen closet and pulled out a towel. She dried her face and then wrapped the towel around her body. She pulled another towel out and then pulled back the curtain. She helped Karen out and then ran the towel softly over her body, absorbing as much water as she could. Sarah then dried her hair as best she could and wrapped the towel around Karen’s head and hair. Sarah grabbed her plush bathrobe and wrapped it around Karen’s body. She could see the girl shake her head, objecting to the bathrobe.
“Don’t worry, sweetie, you take the robe. I am just fine.” Sarah assured her.
Sarah grabbed another towel and wrapped up her own hair, securing it to her head. Sarah felt Karen move in front of her and the girl grabbed her head and pulled it towards her. She felt Karen’s lips touch hers in a soft, gentle kiss. Sarah felt her pleasure switch activate again and she kissed the girl back. Sarah somehow knew this was the girl’s way of saying thank you.
Sarah led Karen out of the bathroom, down the hall, and into her small kitchen. She prepared a small ice pack and wrapped it around Karen’s sore right hand. She could see the janitor and the two boys sitting in her living room. Her mind questioned that for a second but her body took over quickly and she led Karen into the living room.
Hank saw the girls emerge from the bathroom and enter the kitchen. He could see they were wrapped in towels and he thought that was incredibly sexy. Hank had always thought clean women were sexy women and he felt his cock twinge a little and start to grow. He watched intently as the girls left the kitchen and walked into the living room. The teacher was leading the girl, whose hand was wrapped in some sort of bandage. Hank remembered now seeing the tape of Tyshawn smashing her hand as he fell over her. He felt a little tinge of sympathy for the girl. He watched as they stopped directly in front of him.
Hank liked what he saw when he looked into their eyes. He did not see anger, he was happy about that and now he had to see what exactly he was dealing with. He reached out and took the girl’s hand and pulled her gently towards him. He put a hand on each of her hips and pulled her into him. He saw her spread her legs and sit down on his lap, straddling his legs and looking right into his eyes. She was waiting, wondering what he was going to do to her. Hank pulled the girl into him and hugged her tight. He felt her lay her head on his shoulder. Hank knew immediately that this girl had not had many hugs in her short life.
Hank whispered softly into her ear. “Sweetheart, I am glad you are feeling better. You just hold onto old Hank and he will make everything better.”
Hank felt her tighten her hug. He smiled and knew he had turned the corner with her. He whispered to her again.
“Baby girl, I know you are having trouble talking. That last word must have burned your lips something awful. That’s ok, it will get better. You see that boy over there to your left?” Hank felt her move her head to his other shoulder and glance at Tyshawn.

Rose was feeling especially nervous as the older gentleman came in with Madame Lily… Rose was new to the Flower House, having just been purchased from her family by the Madame. Of course, she’d had the choice to come, Madame didn’t like having girls that were unhappy to be there… and she was now living much better than she ever had in her own home.
She had been chosen because she was exceptionally beautiful, delicate features and soft hair, large eyes that men would just want to sink into. Her tiny waist and firm curves were a delight. The fact that she was this beautiful in a poor family made her a prime prospect to become a mistress. Madame Lily had been quite careful to explain that this would be very different from being a whore… whores went with one man for a night or two. A mistress would get a house and an allowance, she would be pampered and loved, and would stay with the man for a year - sometimes more.
Rose’s real name was Emily, but the Madame only allowed flower names in her house, it was kind of their way of slipping into a new life.
Standing quietly with her eyes downcast under heavy lashes, she peeked out at the man. Barely 18 years of age, she felt increasingly nervous as he made his way through the room, stopping to chat with some of the other men and women in the room. Not all of them were there to find a mistress, it was a party that Madame was having… but if she was escorting him around the room and introducing him to her girls then he was definitely looking. Probably in his late forties, Rose found him very intimidating, especially when she saw him pointing her out to Madame.
They were walking towards her and she felt her stomach fluttering… somehow she hadn’t pictured being mistress to a much older gentleman… she’d always thought she’d be in the care of a younger man. And then they were there, in front of her.
“Mr. Boyd, this is Rose. Rose, this is Mr. James Boyd.” Madame said with a flourish of her fan, smiling genially while her eyes told Rose to behave.
“How do you do Mr. Boyd,” she said softly with a smooth curtsy. Madame had spent months teaching her how to curtsy correctly, and also what manners to use and how to dress. The effect was incredibly flattering as her bosom heaved, pressing against the tight confines of her dress.
They stayed a few moments talking, about harmless chattering things. Rose even managed to get comfortable enough to slip in a sly joke, startling a laugh from the older man. Still, she felt very relieved when he and Madame left; her stomach finally settled back to where it was supposed to be.
To her shock, after the party Madame told her that Mr. Boyd would like to have her as his mistress… he was offering an allowance of 30 pounds a month, her own house over on Thornberry Street, and the contract would be for a year. After a moment of hesitation, Rose said yes. This wasn’t the first offer that she’d had, and at least he had kind eyes and had laughed at her joke. The first man that had made an offer to her had terrified her… she could probably do much worse than Mr. James Boyd, even if she had been hoping for a younger man.
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Rose lay in bed, quivering in her nightgown as Mr. Boyd entered the room; he was dressed only in a heavy robe and she tried to still her breathing as he approached the bed.
“Hello darling,” his voice was low, as kind as it had been all afternoon and over dinner. She knew that he was trying to get her accustomed to him, that he was a nice and gentle man who liked her very much. Still, she was very nervous, she knew that this first time was going to hurt - Madame had warned her to hide the pain - and she also had never been anywhere near a man like this before. For the first time, she was almost starting to regret her decision to join Madame’s patronage.
“Hello Sir,” she managed to squeak out, her voice breathy and shrill at the same time.
He chuckled in the darkness, slipping off his robe as she turned her head for modesty’s sake and sliding in beside her, “Don’t worry… you’ll enjoy this very much.”
Madame had told her that he would say something like that, that men like James Boyd felt powerful and masculine for being able to sexually pleasure the feminine sex. It added to their stature… and in no way was she to displease Mr. Boyd. Rose felt another flash of fear as his hands went around her waist, pulling her close to him… she could not resist, in fact she had to respond. She had to make him happy… she had to make him believe that he was pleasing her…
Tentative hands rested on his shoulders as his lips found hers in the darkness. For awhile he just kissed her, gently, slowly, his tongue exploring her mouth and his lips caressing hers. Under this gentle treatment Rose slowly began to relax, his fingers were making little circles on her waist and her sides; it was as though his lips and hands were coaxing her anxieties from her. She began to kiss him back, feeling calmer and a little more confident… this wasn’t so bad. Surely she could handle this…
There had been so many stories from the other girls, about men who just jumped in, ramming in their thick meat without any attempt to giving the woman pleasure. Of course, Madame tried to avoid those that would actually cause her girls pain… bodily damage was never a good investment; and she was very protective of her girls, but Rose got the idea that it was rare that someone would take as much time to make the girl comfortable as Mr. Boyd was with her. Perhaps it was because he was older or maybe it was just something in his character.
Slowly the young, frightened girl seeped out of her and she was left with a curdling excitement that grew with every stroke of his deft fingers against her sides. Suddenly she realized that those deft finger strokes had raised the hem of her night gown… he was taking it off of her… biting down panic she just tried to relax as her body was exposed to a man for the first time. Sure that the pain was coming, she tensed again, trembling at his touch. Instead he just started kissing her again, only this time his lips began to move down as his hand moved up… kisses down her neck and across her collarbone as his hand began to caress up her ribcage.
When the palm of his hand cupped her breast she gasped, the touch was so illicit and yet so thrilling… she was shocked at the feeling of completion, that she’d wanted him to touch her there as his hand had roamed up her body. It felt like his hand was now where it belonged after that journey across her hot flesh. Lips were kissing the swell of her other breast and she gasped as his hands squeezed both of them, his lips traveling ever closer to her nipple as he began to massage and knead her globes. When his mouth closed over her tender bud, she realized that her nipple was hard… electricty seemed to flow through her as he sucked the pink nipple into his mouth; she moaned before she realized what she was doing.
The noise definitely didn’t seem to bother him though, and as he rolled her nipple with his tongue, between his teeth, she moaned again. Rose was both shocked and thrilled at her response… although the girls had told her that love-making would eventually bring pleasure, she hadn’t realized that this much was possible! Especially not her first time. As she continued to moan, her body starting moving involuntarily, an ancient rhythm that she didn’t recognize although the man on top of her did.
His mouth moved to her other nipple, this time gently biting and nipping as her sighs of pleasure grew; one hand traveled down her body to spread her legs further apart, caressing the insides of her thighs. Rose’s head was filled with heady pleasures, she willingly parted her legs without even thinking about it, there was a kind of itch between them. Mr. Boyd’s hand was suddenly there on her mouth, his fingers stroking the wetness between her legs; she gasped at both the indignity and the incredible pleasure of it. Hips lifting in the air, she shuddered as the tip of one of his fingers actually pressed into her body, feeling so odd and yet very good as well.
Her hands clutched at his shoulders as he positioned himself, unable to wait any longer as her young and innocent body writhed before him. The head of his dick pressed against her virgin entrance and she gasped, her back arching as he began to press in. It felt both good and painful, the unaccustomed invasion that scratched an unbearable itch… and then he pressed up against her barrier. Rose didn’t realize it, she was so lost in this confusing mix of conflicting sensation, and then he pulled back and thrust through. Her shriek of pain was muffled by his lips as tears sparking in her eyes, her hands trying vainly to push him off of her as he tore through her virginity.
When he was fully inside her, buried in her to the hilt, he stopped, holding himself there as her tight, deflowered pussy convulsed around him. Not that stopping was any real punishment the way her slick walls gripped him and massaged… taking his lips from hers he kissed the tears from her cheeks.
“That was the hard part,” he told her kindly, “it will get better from here.”
Rose only nodded and then whimpered as he began to pull out of her, not sure that she believed him. He was right though, although her pussy felt sore and stretched, there was no startling burst of pain as he thrust back in. Slowly he went, building up her pleasure again, using his hands and lips on her breasts as he pressed in and out of her body, allowing her to adjust and become accustomed to the strange invasion. The younger girl slowly began to respond, even though it hurt a little as she pressed her hips up against his downward thrust, it was starting to feel good again too.
And there was something else… something growing that she had never felt before, just on the edges of her senses… something that she longed for like a bitch in heat. James Boyd was astonished at Roses’ passionate response as she began to move against him, trying to draw that whispering promise closer. If he hadn’t just taken away her cherry himself he might have thought that he had been cheated out of a virgin, she was moaning so delightfully and writhing so enthusiastically.
Taking her response to be sufficiently passionate enough for him to go ahead and let up on his rigid control, Mr. Boyd started to really thrust and pound away at her. Rose cried out in pain and pleasure as his thrusts became rougher and faster, that alluring sensation seemed just out of reach. Rubbing herself furiously against his crotch, she determinedly ignored any pain, just trying to get closer and closer to the whispering promise.
With a sharp cry, her entire body tensed up and the most incredible feeling started to sweep over her, locking her pussy down on his dick as it moved within her. Her tight pussy wrapped up around him, almost as though it was sucking him into her body and he let out a hoarse groan as he slammed home and began to spurt within her. Rose convulsed beneath him, her legs rigidly tight around his waist as the pleasure roiled over her body.
It wasn’t until her orgasm was completely over and he was pulling himself off her that she realized how sore her pussy was. The poor thing had been brutalized by both her and his treatment of it, she’d been so desperate to reach her climax that she’d ignored how vulnerable she was. With a whimper she curled up around herself, not even noticing anything until Mr. Boyd returned with warm water and a soft clothe.
He bathed her thighs and her battered lips, cleaning off blood and sex juices and soothing the sore flesh. When he came back to the bed, Rose welcomed him with open arms; relaxed and without an ounce of anxiety, she fell asleep in his arms, thankful of the place she had come to.

You pretend not to notice me as I slip from the living room to the bedroom, but I know you watch when I’m not looking. I slip into the bedroom walk in closet and drop my clothes onto the floor as I grab my robe, ready to take a shower before bedtime and rid myself of the day’s grime and dirt. My robe feels soft and warm against my skin and I smell the fabric softener I used when I washed it last still clinging to the fibers as I brush the shoulder past my nose and inhale deeply.
I walk past you as you continue the illusion of being caught up in whatever television show is playing at the moment, your remote control nearby but I know what you’re really thinking and it’s okay, really it is. We all have our secrets and you’re no different, two people never really share every tiny detail of their thoughts.
I’ve known for a long time that when I go to shower you watch me, that’s why I leave the bathroom door open when I used to close it but whether or not you know it’s nothing we discuss. I slide open the shower door and begin the water, holding my hand underneath the flow to check the temperature. When satisfied I turn and slip my robe off hanging it on the hook next to the towel, all ready for me when I step back out of the shower.
I step carefully onto the cool tub floor and feel the warm water sprinkle my feet as I move under the shower head and let the water cascade down my shoulders and legs and I wonder when it is you’ll slip quietly up the hall to peek in and watch me. I turn my back to the water and let my hair get wet in readiness to wash it and turn to pour the soap into my palm. It’s a lightly scented shampoo that I alone use, much too feminine for you but I lather up and massage my own scalp reveling in the feel and smell of washing my own hair. Funny but I like knowing you’re watching and that makes me take my time and feed into your voyeurism.
I’m too tall for this shower head and I have to bend pretty far backwards in order to rinse my hair off and I know you can see my hard nipples through the shower doors and I wonder if your hand is touching and rubbing between your legs as you watch me.
I grab the soft puffy scrub and pour liquid soap into it and suds it up preparing to wash myself. Slowly I begin to wash every inch of myself starting with my neck and working my way down to my nipples, making slow circles with the soap. I lift each breast and wash underneath cupping the breast with my the opposite hand as I wash, moving over to wash under the arm too. Slipping the scrub lower I follow my side and wash my hip and move towards the other side to do the same. It makes me feel sexy and delicious when I know you’re watching, being aware makes washing an almost erotic experience so I make the most of touching myself and each tiny part of my own body.
I wash slowly between my legs and lift my foot to the side of the tub so I can make sure I reach deeply. My back is under the water and as the water cascades over my shoulder it rinses the soap off my sides and my hip almost as fast as I wash. The water is just warm enough to turn my skin slightly red as the heat works it’s way under my skin. I separate my lips and wash with one hand while I rub and rinse with the other, teasing myself in the process but the real tease is knowing you’re watching and wondering what’s running through your mind.
I finish up by washing my back and feet and then turning to rinse off all the remaining soap I’ve missed on my shoulders and lower back but remain under the water letting it flow over my hair and face to make sure my hair is fully rinsed off and wondering if you’re still there or if you’ve left knowing I’ll be out soon.
I reach to turn off the water and then turn to open the door, a smile playing across my lips. Every minute with you is an adventure and I dry myself and put on my robe as I head up the hallway to of course find you watching the TV still and looking as engrossed as you were when I walked by the first time. I bend to kiss your lips and ask when you’re coming to bed but I see the bulge under your zipper and I know you’ll slip under the covers next to me and taste my clean skin and please me like no other ever has. What would I do without you?

Hey, there. How are you? My name is Franklin O’Malley and I am the universe’s ultimate prankster. A master of the fine art of pulling pranks. Nobody does it like me. I am currently living in the suburbs of the wonderful city of London with my girlfriend, American expatriate Karen Anderson. I’m a tall, fairly good-looking Irish-American lad with long red hair and pale green eyes. I’m a policeman with Scotland Yard, her Majesty’s top Police Force. I love the way my life is going right now. Professionally, personally and sexually, I am very much a satisfied man. How many men can say the same?
How to describe Karen? A six-foot-three, pretty-faced, thick-bodied, large-breasted, wide-hipped and big-bottomed woman with dark brown skin and short spiky black hair. This beauty is part African and part Caucasian. This 250-pound, large and lovely biracial dame is a former intercollegiate rugby player from the United States. Lately, she’s been staying at home a lot, recovering from a motorcycle injury. This outdoorswoman hates staying inside our apartment all day. I know the feeling. It sucks to have nothing to do all day. So whenever I come home, I do whatever I can to cheer her up.
Karen is a very sexy and voluptuous gal with a sometimes voracious sexual appetite. That works fine with me. We’ve had all kinds of fun together. One time, I came home to find her naked, lying on the carpet. When she saw me, she giggled and told me to come to her. The sight of her naked and pleasantly plump flesh got me so damn hard it’s not even funny. I unzipped my pants and let out my dick. Ten inches of uncircumcised, hard and thick, slight bent Irishman power. Karen got on all fours and took my cock in her mouth. She sucked my dick and licked my balls. I thrust my cock down her throat. Watching her sucking my dick was a lot of fun. She was really good at it too.
When she got done sucking my cock, she got on all fours and spread her plump butt cheeks wide open. I pressed my cock against her back door and slowly pushed it in. Nothing in the world I love more than shoving my dick up my girlfriend’s butt hole. Her body is plump and jiggles as I fuck her. Also, her butt is thick and bubbly. It shakes so nicely when I am slamming into it. Her asshole is so warm and tight it’s not even funny. It has a way of squeezing and caressing my long and thick shaft as I thrust in and out of it. We’ve been having anal sex regularly these past few months. How it all happened is really funny.
Karen is a teaser. All women are teasers, actually. Early on in the relationship, she told me that she was down with anything sexually except anal sex. She had done it with women and considered herself an expert on lesbian threesomes. She had also done it with many men at the same time. However, she considered her asshole to be off-limits. Must be why I dreamt of fucking her in the ass nonstop since that time when we first discussed it. She has a really fine, plump ass. A thick bubble butt is what the folks from the hood would call it. It would be a shame not to fuck an ass like this. Such a fine ass deserves to be spread, licked, lubricated and penetrated till kingdom come. And then some! However, she said it was not meant to be. She was always teasing me.
We’d be in the shower doing it and she’d rub her plump ass all over my dick. I’d be dying to fuck her ass and she’d smirk and refuse. I grimaced. Two can play that game, missy! You’re going down! I thought long and hard about it. How do I get my pretty-faced, big-bottomed, plump girlfriend to give up the booty and take it up the ass? What a dilemma. I then came up with a solution. I knew that Karen had a severe weakness. She loves me. I found a way to use it against her. I told her that I was having sexual dreams about men, and was fearing what it could mean. Karen hit the panic button. She practically lost it. I succeeded in making her calm down and told her that even though I might turn out to be bisexual, I still loved her. She told me that she loved me, even if I became bisexual at some point in the future. I told her that us having more sex might help suppress my latent bisexual urges. That was my logic. She was okay with it and we began having sex more often.
One time, I decided to push things. I started a journal, and wrote stuff in it. I wrote that I loved her, but felt my bisexual feelings and emerging desires for men taking over. I also wrote down that I wanted some new kind of sex that she couldn’t provide. I emphasized that I wanted masculinity and energy in my bedroom, something she could not give. Then, I casually put the journal under the mattress. A place where she would be sure to discover it. Surely enough, she did. Karen has always been a proactive gal who believes in going to great lengths to please the man she loves. She didn’t want to lose me to a man. So, she decided to spice things up in the bedroom. Unfortunately, my wickedly manipulative plan almost backfired. Things almost took an unexpected turn. Yeah, that’s what I thought when she brought a strap-on dildo to the bedroom. I quickly refused. She looked at me, confused.
Apparently, she’d been watching too many bisexual videos online. She thought all bisexual men loved getting fucked in the ass by women wearing strap on dildos. I told her that even though I was bisexual, I was a top, not a bottom. Meaning, I was interested in fucking someone in the ass, not the other way around. Karen looked at me, surprised. She sighed, saying something about bisexual men being far more complicated than she previously thought. I smiled, and nodded understandingly. I looked at her lovingly. Yeah, I knew which looks she always fell for. suddenly, a light went off on her head. She knew exactly how to “cure” me of my desire to have sex with men. I told her I was all ears. She told me that since gay guys loved anal sex, maybe bisexual men felt the same way. All she had to go was take it up the ass. I smiled. I am good, aren’t I? I manipulated her completely, making her do what I want and letting her think it was all her idea. I deserve an Oscar, but I’ll take her booty as my prize, thank you very much.
Karen took me by the hand and rushed me into our bedroom. There, she eagerly got on all fours and spread her plump butt cheeks wide open. I grinned, and pressed my cock against her butt hole. Then, I pushed it inside. Her ass was so tight. I could tell that she was an anal virgin. I decided to be gentle with her. I slowly worked my cock into her butt hole. Inch by inch, I fed her hungry asshole my cock. She screamed. She howled. She creamed. In the end, she begged me for more. I held her by the hips and thrust my cock deeper into her booty hole. Deep down the tunnel of darkness. How I loved thrusting in and out of that butt hole. Knowing that I was the first and indeed the only man to shove his prick into her asshole filled me with a feeling I found hard to describe. It must have been how Christopher Columbus felt when he discovered America. I fucked Karen’s asshole like there was no tomorrow. In the end, I came, sending my hot seed deep inside her. Down where the sun didn’t shine. We both screamed passionately as a rock-hard orgasm overtook our bodies.
Since that first experience, Karen has never been the same. I swear, she never knew how much pleasure a woman could have by allowing herself to be anally penetrated. After discovering it, she couldn’t get enough. I can’t even begin to tell you the number of times I came and found her playing with herself, a massive dildo buried inside her asshole. Yeah, she’s become an anal addict. And I created her! She loves me dearly and still thinks that I am bisexual. Since I can’t be sure how she’d react to the truth, I never confessed it to her. Besides, what’s the harm? I did make her swear not to tell anyone about my “secret bisexual lifestyle”, though. She winked and told me my secret was safe with her, as long as her secret was safe with me. Apparently, she didn’t want people, especially her girlfriends to find out that she loved getting fucked in the ass. It was her dirty little secret and one I was happy to keep. After all, I didn’t tell any of her girlfriends. I did tell all the guys at my favorite bar, though. Now that’s not breaking a promise, is it? What? I didn’t tell her girlfriends, I swear!

There had been a lot of changes since the first time I had been with the man that I now called Master. I couldn’t even imagine calling him by his first name now; it just didn’t seem natural. The most natural things in the world to me now were things that I would have, at one time, turned my nose up and gotten offended at just the mere mention of a man wanting me to do to and for him. There was a day, not too long ago in fact, where I would have told any other man to take that suggestion and shove it up his ass and then see if he could crawl up there alongside it and stay; which brings about the topic of my next story … something that is a very touchy subject: my virgin ass.
I remember the first time that I had told my Master that my ass was untouched territory. Now that doesn’t mean it hasn’t been groped or felt up and what-not. I’m talking about penetration, something other than the caress of a finger over that rose-hued puckered hole. You can imagine my Master’s hunger for that one part of me that no man had ever had before. Maybe it was part of his ego. Maybe it was his determination to stretch my limits. Maybe it was … just because he could.
It was one of those nights where we had been curled up on the bed together; Master was stretched out with his head laying against the arm and I was laying on top of him and slightly to the side with my head resting on his chest. The television was on with an old movie that we were half paying attention to. But honestly, all I could really remember was the feeling of his fingers toying in my hair and the completeness I felt laying in his arms.
When he started nibbling on my neck, I couldn’t help but giggle and wiggle against him right up until he whispered for me to go get a stick of butter from the refrigerator. I laughed and glanced up at him from where I was laying in his arms, knowing my eyes must have been full of unspoken questions.
“Butter?” I wasn’t sure I had heard him correctly. But all he did was nod silently and release me
There was a myriad of questions that popped instantly into my mind: Does he eat butter raw? Is he going to rub it all over me and lick it off? I had to admit, that one brought a smile to my lips. But the way he had nodded silently had started the nervous fluttering of butterflies inside of my stomach. I just never knew with him.
But I would never just NOT do what he had told or asked me. I couldn’t even fathom it. Instead, I simply drew a blanket around me that had been on the end of the bed and stood. I could feel my eyebrows furrowing some as I simply fetched the butter for him. But I still couldn’t help but wonder what in the hell he was going to do with butter, of all things.
I loved him though and it showed in the way that I proffered the butter to him, playfully pressing a kiss to it as I sunk to my knees and offered it up over my head teasingly like all those online Gorean slave girls we see when we go into chat. “One stick of butter, Master,” I quipped, casting him a playful wink but then I saw something that suddenly erased the playful mood that I was in … on the bed, laid out on a towel, was a string of five beads that ranged from a small half inch vaginal bead to a large one and a half inch bead at the end of the string.
‘Oh shit’ … the unvoiced comment reverberated in my head as I felt my whole body stiffen and it suddenly dawned on me just what he had in mind. Snapping my gaze back to him, I couldn’t help but slink further down in my kneel.
Master simply pointed to the bed and uttered his will in a soft but unyielding voice, “Lay on the bed, Chelsea … on your back. Tuck the pillow under your head and place the butter above it.”
I just blinked at him for a moment, feeling the fear suddenly grip hold of me. ‘Please not this … anything but this’ is what I wanted to scream at him and then throw myself at his feet, begging for mercy. I felt my eyes glance reflexively back to the bed and to the beads before looking again at Master piteously. His face was unchanging and I knew that there would be no changing his mind.
Crawling to the edge of the bed, I could feel my eyes welling up with unshed tears. I was scared. I couldn’t help it. I just was. But as I lifted up to crawl onto the bed nervously, I knew that nothing short of absolute obedience was expected of me. I tried to find comfort in the fact that I knew Master would ever hurt me even as my teeth worried my lower lip. It was a nervous habit of mine.
I watched him move onto the bed down by my feet. The soft whimper that escaped my lips as he slid two straps over my dainty feet was reflexive. I was nervous and as he moved them up over my legs slowly, I trembled in response. “Relax,” he said and I tried to smile at him bravely. By the chuckle that followed, I knew he saw right through my false bravado.
His hands were sure and steady and worked somewhat in soothing my nervous state as I felt the small butterfly vibrator come to rest on my clit. I tried to take a few deep breaths to calm my racing heart as he strapped it around my hips, keeping it firmly in place.
And then he winked at me … that sly, playful wink that he always gave me right before he introduced me to something new. I figured he turned the vibrator on just to distract me as his gaze locked with mine. “Time for a brand new lesson, pet,” he said and I almost fainted with the fear of it.
I wanted to cry as my eyes closed but I was determined to do as we had talked about so many times before; to try it. He always said that there was no way that I would know if I liked something or not if I had never done it so I knew he wouldn’t accept any excuse; especially when it was so apparent that he was determined that this was going to happen tonight. But all I did was nod, swallowing the lump in my throat before I found my voice to softly replay in a cracked whisper, “yes Master.” But even as the words left my lips, I felt somewhat sick as my teeth sunk into my lower lip to keep from crying.
It was then that I felt his hands sliding up my body as he moved to kiss me. I was trembling almost violently beneath him as the vibrator buzzed on my rapidly engorged clit. But it was starting to get to the point that I couldn’t really tell what was affecting me more …the vibrator or the feel of him against me.
My lips parted beneath him once again, hungry for his kiss as his hand slid down between my shifting thighs to turn the vibrator up. “Oh god …” He was going to drive me crazy with need. I gasped as I realized what he was trying to do; butter me up, quite literally, to ready me for the beads that he was going to use on my virgin ass.
I could feel the buzzing insect flutter on my swollen clit and I shifted beneath him as his middle finger dipping into my well-used sex. A wanton whimper escaped my lips as I arched up into his touch. No matter what, he could get me beyond care with just a simple touch and right now I needed to just get lost in that.
As our kiss deepened, I could feel his finger slide deeper up inside of me and the shift of his other hand as it turned the control on the butterfly to high. My body reflexively shuddered beneath him and felt like it was on fire as he ignited the wanton being in me to a raging inferno. The buzzing on my clit coupled with his thrusting finger and then his tongue sliding into my mouth time and again was starting to send me into a lustful frenzy, my body arching against him as I moaned deep into his mouth.
When he pulled back just enough to speak, I whimpered, pulling him closer. ‘Please don’t leave me,’ were my thoughts even as he gave me permission to cum when I needed to and then my fears melted away again as his mouth claimed mine once more. His finger was stroking that ever-elusive g-spot while his thumb was pressing the vibrator more firmly against my swollen clit, causing me to cry out into the recesses of his mouth.
That did it! I jerked beneath him, the multiple sensations coupled with the erotic knowledge that he had claimed me as his personal slut sent me right over the edge once again! Spasmming hard beneath him, my hands clung to him as long nails dug into his hips, just trying to hold on as my body simply responded.
I was gasping for breath as he pulled back enough to give me a chance to breathe. My eyes were wide and filled with a lustful passion that only he could bring out in me. I eagerly pulled him back for more, my lips parting naturally beneath his as his mouth claimed mine slower this time, lingering and giving me a chance to just explore with my tongue as his fingers continued to stroke up inside of sensually.
Moaning deeply into his mouth, my tongue tried to keep up with his as my hips arched up wantonly into his fingers. My whole being was desperate for all that only he could give me. Gasping, my body stiffened beneath him as his thumb pressed firmly against the butterfly vibrator, pushing it harder against my swollen petals and I shuddered as the contraption fluttered deeper, another rippling orgasm gripping me. My cries were erotically muffled by his lips as he sucked hard on my tongue causing my nails to score his lower back and hip as my body quaked in a second wave of orgasmic pleasure.
Oh God! This was heaven … I had crossed over into an orgasmic pleasure world that existed for only the two of us. At least, that’s how it felt …
Just when I thought I couldn’t take much more, Master suddenly stood and watched me a few moments as I whimpered softly, reaching out to him only to see him shake his head in reply. With a soft cry of frustration, my hands reluctantly fell away from his body to clench at the bed sheets beneath me.
Gazing up at him with lust-filled eyes, my hair was like a golden hued halo of fire around my body that seemed to tremble non-stop beneath his gaze. I watched him stand up, our eyes locking for a long moment before he commanded me to roll over.
The tenderness I felt for him was, no doubt, reflected in my blue eyes as, with a soft moan, I rolled over onto my stomach to reveal the smoothness of my back. I could feel my hair fall to one side and over my arm as the curve of my heart-shaped ass reflexively pushed up some as the vibrator continued to buzz below and I had to bite back the urge to moan his name.
But I would never speak his name again … now I saw him for what he was; my Master.
“Raise your hips, Chelsea.” I obeyed without even thinking, lifting my hips as straight white teeth sunk into my lower lip out of the sudden remembrance of the butter over my head. I could feel my nervousness returning slowly, but surely.
His commands came softly but firmly and I obeyed even as I fought the urge to cry. I couldn’t help the nervous tears that stung at my eyes as I put my face into the pillow and raised my ass higher, shifting reflexively at his demands. I tried to remember to simply breathe as a shiver ran down my spine.
The prickly fingers of apprehension continued to slide over me but even so, I trusted him completely. Even when he commanded me to open my own ass for his amusement, I still trusted him. I had to turn my face some so that I could draw in deep breaths to try and calm my nerves.
Still, a single low word spilled softly from my lips, “Master …” The word was hesitant because I wanted to beg him not to do I could hear the lust in my voice, knowing that there was that part of me that wanted to experience this with him.
I felt him move behind me then and my mouth dropped open in utter lust as I felt the warmth of his breath as he blew hot air over my aching cunt and then over the crack of my ass to the base of my spine. I shuddered in response as a moan lifted from my lips, my ass wiggling some as silken thighs seemed to part more.
I’m sure it was apparent that I desperately needed relief as the constant buzzing on my aching clit and the position I was holding before him was starting to drive me mad with desire. But then it came … the command that I had been secretly hoping he would change his mind about. “Unwrap the butter.”
I could feel the puckered hole clench just at the thought of what he had in mind as I turned my head just enough to lock gazes with him for a moment. There was no changing his mind; I could see it in his eyes. My own closed momentarily as I swallowed past the cry for mercy that burned in my throat.
Turning to look at the stick of softening butter, I slowly reached out with slightly trembling hands to unwrap it for him. I gasped and nearly dropped the butter as he suddenly pressed his tongue to my cunt just below the vibrator and suckled softly along the slit. My ass naturally pressed back as if to beg him to put an end to this exquisite torture as my fingers dug into the butter with a soft cry of need.
“Don’t you mangle that butter,” he warned.
Oh God … I could only hope that it wasn’t mangled already. My fingers fumbled some but finally I was able to do his bidding, gritting my teeth as I shakily handed the butter back to him. My other hand clenched into the sheets as my body spasmmed against his mouth.
He took the butter, freeing my hand to claw into the sheets as well, unable to stay still as his next command came; “Hold your ass open,” he said firmly, mercilessly.
Whimpering softly, I could taste the slight movement of fear take hold as my eyes closed tightly shut. Trembling hands moved back once more to the soft cheeks of my ass, pulling them apart slowly as I trembled uncontrollably before him.
“Relax, Mine.”
And I tried … oh, I tried. But the moment he pressed the blunt, hard end of the butter against my anus, I couldn’t control the instantaneous clenching of my ass as my eyes squeezed shut even more. I was afraid and apprehensive about this new experience and he knew it but I knew that there was no turning back.
I could feel his free hand on my spine, stroking it softly and slowly, slowly I finally started to relax some, a soft mew expelled from my lips at his next words; “Good girl.” His words were like an aphrodisiac to my soul. He planted a soft kiss to the base of my spine as his fingers stroked up to my shoulders and then back down again.
Concentrating on the sound of his voice, I turned my cheek to the pillow as I tried to relax even more. The kisses were definitely helping so I concentrated on making sure that my fingers continued to hold my ass cheeks apart for him.
He pressed the cold, blunt, flat end of the butter firmly against my quivering hole. I was amazed that a little stick of butter like that could instill any amount of pain, but it could. He stroked my spine but still held the mercilessly pressure against the small, puckered rosebud.
I cried out some in surprise at the sudden prick of pain that seemed to spread through my sphincter muscles as they clenched in an attempt to expel the hardened stick. Gasping for the breath that seemed to be suddenly snatched from my lungs, a lone tear slipped down my flushed cheek.
As he pressed the stick of butter against me, the whole process seemed to steal away my sense of time … like the stick was being held there for hours. But in reality, the butter was softening quickly so it was only a minute … maybe two at the most before it began to slip past the ring and inside of my virgin ass.
“Oh God …” This was it. He was actually doing it.
I moaned through the cry of surprise that almost made me come up off the bed. Digging my nail into my own ass cheeks, I tried to grasp onto something to keep me from breaking position. A feeling of fullness that I had never experienced before began to send a shudder down my spine. Couple that with the buzzing on my clit and I was beginning to writhe before him on the bed uncontrollably.
He pressed the stick deeper into my ass until he suddenly shifted and pulled it back to show it to me, clucking his tongue playfully in mock disappointment. Regardless of how it had felt, like he had been pressing his arm into me, the stick had only made it an inch or so.
God, how embarrassing; I must come across as some kind of wimpy wannabe slut!
Interestingly enough, the top of the butter had melted some and it now looked much more like a cock head than anything else.
“You want it up your ass deeper, don’t you?”
Gasping, I dared a look back at his face, the blush in my cheeks almost matching the color of my hair. Honestly, I was somewhat ashamed to admit that it was turning me on far more than I had thought it would. I tried chalking it up to the fact that it was HIM that was the one to finally take that part of me that was still in tact …
All I could do was nod with a soft whimper in response.
He pressed the stick against my asshole once again and this time it slipped in almost easily. Sure, it still hurt, but he pressed it harder against me all the same, slowly beginning to move it in and out of to butt fuck her with the butter.
My eyes clamped shut, willing myself to relax as a soft groan erupted from my lips. The buzzing on my clit was starting to get the best of me as I trembled beneath his ministrations. Long lacquered nails dug into my own flesh to keep from letting it go as my whimpers slowly turned into moans.
“Play with your pussy.”
Moaning, one hand moved quickly from my ass to slide between my quivering body and the bed, immediately burying the slender digits into my quivering cunt, pushing deep to elicit a deep guttural groan.
He kissed the back of my neck hotly, pressing the stick deep into my ass this time all the way. I could feel it stretching me as he bit down softly to add to the sensations that were driving me towards my first orgasm.
I cried out and panted for breath as the orgasm suddenly ripped through my entire being, more intense than the ones before as he continued to press against me. My fingers went rigid deep inside as hot nectar began to flood over them and down my palm.
Master just smiled as he watched. I felt so incredibly sexy, oddly even more so as my ass clenched down over what was left of the stick of butter. “Hand me the beads, Chelsea. You didn’t forget about them, did you?” he teased.
I gasped at his words and my breathing came in more rapidly. Glancing back at him momentarily, I could feel the fear well up in me one more time. But I had gotten this far … I could do this; couldn’t I?
“No … I - I didn’t forget,” I croaked softly. I could feel my nectar coated fingers slowly begin to pull out of my spasmming cunt to reach for the beads, a soft whimper escaping as I slowly handed them back to him.
As he took the beads from me, I could feel the butter beginning to drip out of my ass. I moaned softly as he kissed his way up my spine to my neck before kissing me firmly on the lips. My tongue darted out against his for a moment as I felt myself get lost again in the sensations that only he could bring out in me.
“You’re still going to be a big girl about this, aren’t you?” he asked. “I’m going to take your ass again.”
I could only nod in response, swallowing past the nervous lump that was suddenly in my throat. I knew that what he was really building up to was taking my ass eventually himself.
He carefully rolled me over onto my back and kissed his way along my body in a lazy fashion down to my rock-hard nipples. I moaned, my hands moving deftly to his hair, pressing him closer as his lips traversed over my flesh. As he lingered there for a time to lick and nibble, I knew that it didn’t take much for him to get me more than excited enough.
“Stand up,” he said, pulling back just as I started to respond to him nestling between my legs to tease at my swollen lips.
Hearing his words, I slowly rose from the bed with a whimper of desperation until I was standing on trembling legs before him. My hair cascaded down over my shoulders like a curtain of satin as I watched him stand from the bed for a moment and then, in a surprising movement, moved to kneel in front of me.

Back when I was still in High School, I was still experimenting with my sexuality. I had tried girls and I had tried boys and I had tried them together. I had pretty much decided on girls as my senior year wound down; I had a fairly steady relationship going with my best friend (although it was a secret; no one came “out” in High School).
At any rate, we did all the standard High School things…attended football games (a big deal here in the South, with large stadiums, night time games covered by the news, the works), went to dances, parties, end even still had the traditional slumber parties. It was at these slumber parties where things sometime got out of hand.
For example, on one fall evening we had attended the Homecoming football game against our rival High School (we’d won) and then decided we would all sleep over at Jasmine’s house. She had this really big place (her father owned the town newspaper) and it was always a lot of fun there. Her folks tended to mind their own business and left us to our own devices down in the “recreation room”. We all showed up with sleeping bags, pillows, stuffed animals, makeup, CDs, etc – all the essentials of teenage life. After making nice with Jasmine’s parents, we all went downstairs, fired up the CD player, and started gabbing.
I’m not sure who started it, but soon we were all changing into our sleepwear. Some (like me) wore only an oversized T-shirt and panties, others wore full PJs, and Jasmine had on a baby doll set. With the lights low, we all sprawled in a circle, sipping sodas, eating chips, and talking about school and stuff. Those with boyfriends bored us with the virtues of the hunk of the week, while us closet types just nodded our heads like it was important to us. At a lull in the conversation, Jasmine suggested we play Truth or Dare.
I am sure everyone has played this at one time or another, so I will skip the rules except to say you either do the dare or tell the truth, whichever you choose. We’d gone a few tame rounds of Dares (Who was the first boy you kissed? What is the farthest you’ve gone? The usual.) when Jasmine asked if anyone wanted to do some grass. Well, I’ve never been a big doper but that night we started passing around this joint, each taking hits and thinking everything was funny. The game started getting a bit wilder, too. Jasmine dared Laura to take off her top and show everyone her big boobs. We all laughed (some nervously) but off came her top. Laura dared Jasmine to do the same and before long we were all topless.
The questions (when someone said truth) started getting more personal. How often do you masturbate? Do you swallow? Have you ever kissed another girl? My ears perked up when Laura asked Jasmine that one; I wasn’t out of the closet but I was always open to a new experience. Jasmine said she hadn’t but she had thought about it. Heather pounced on that when it was her turn. She asked Jasmine what she did when she thought about it, and Jasmine admitted to playing with herself while thinking about kissing another girl. Heather then turned to me and, when I said Dare, challenged me to ki