“The Best Christmas Presents Ever”

First True Story, I’m not a writer so bear with me!

Let me start this story with how this all began.  Those that follow or that matter people that don’t follow anything know our country on a path of self destruction. The economy is in the shitter it’s affected us all in some way or the other. Us well were in the auto industry no not union guaranteed pay, we sell them. But the past 2 years has been tough, my wife lost her job first and we struggled to pay the mortgage and keep the bills up. I know your think how the hell does this relate to The Best Present Ever, but trust me it all will all align. Anyway we have really struggled to make ends meet and trying to save our house we took in two younger college girls as roommates about 6 months and become close (Sue was brunette and Kim was a blonde). Anyway since we really barley scraped by my wife and I agreed we would rather have a nice Xmas day dinner instead of splurging on gifts. I however managed to get a few things for my wife, which is where the story begins. We all got up about 9 and went down stairs, my wife was a little down I knew she really loved xmas but more so loved opening xmas present. So when she got into our living room and there were presents under the tree she started to cry, shit I thought she would be happy. I said baby what’s wrong I just wanted you to have a few things for you to open, I didn’t mean to upset you. She says I’m not upset but I didn’t get you anything. I assured her it was ok and having her was enough. Well by now we were in a four way hug the two roommates; they were hugging on my wife and telling her it was ok. After she clamed down the girls said we should all have a drink and as usual I get elected to make bloody mary’s . While I was out of the room they talked her into opening one of her presents, the wrong one of course. We have a pretty kinky sex life and we love to play with toys. Well we had went to the local shop a few weeks ago and I saw my wife checking out this new dildo a lighted rainbow monster called the thundercloud that changes colors. Yea you guessed it she didn’t open the slippers or the new robe or the game she wanted Sims 3. No they are sitting in a circle as she opens the huge cock. As I walk around the corner they started laughing and my wife was red as a tomato. As I entered the room Sue was waving it in the air saying that no way that would fit inside her. Kim was holding her hand between her legs laughing so hard she said she pissed herself. My wife looked at me red faced and couldn’t help but start laughing. Well it turned out to be a ok xmas for her, she opened the rest of her gifts and we drank our drinks. The girls all sat on one couch and I on the floor, I could tell that they were staring to get a buzz because they start to get loud. They asked me to go make another drink so like the good man servant I was off to the kitchen again…. little did I know what was in store for me. As soon as I left the room my wife turned to the girls and said my husband is so sweet for getting these gifts me. Would one of you be my present for him and have sex with him. Now I would of loved to been in the room and actually heard her ask this and more so would of loved to her them say this, the stuff porno’s are made of (of course my wife didn’t tell me they said this till later). But without missing a beat they looked at each other and then said, lets all three fuck him right under the tree. My wife agreed and by the time I returned they were all naked under the Christmas tree. I must of looked like I was about to faint because in unison the said are you ok? I was like what the hell is going on here. My wife said she was so sorry but because we didn’t have the money to get me anything for Christmas that Sue and Kim volunteered to be my present. She said all three of are going to fuck me till I couldn’t get hard anymore. She then stands up and says the word we all cringe upon “But” so instantly I’m thinking the worst “But what” “But she gets to what“ “But she gets what” “But she wants what” oh my god… I’m at the cross roads to fucking my gorgeous wife and two extremely sex and very young college girls But the But word appeared. So I look at her I know I was fidgeting like crazy and as calmly as I could said your loving this aren’t you? She just smiled and I said But what.  If I allow you to fuck all three of us I would have to allow the put her new dildo in my backdoor (ok before you answer look it up on line Thundercloud 10” and as big around ouch what did you expect Duh I agreed instantly). Well I was really nervous I’ve never been with two girls let alone three. So I innocently asked so how do we start or what do I do? My wife stood and grab my hand and she started kissing me. I then felt hands on both sides of me, I’m telling you the fell of three sets of hands on my body was so insane I was instantly the hardest I’ve ever been. While I kissed her I remembered a video I had watched a few weeks ago of a young girl sucking a older mans dick and she was so into it so excited by having his cock in her mouth that it turned me on so much that’s how I felt. Literally I could of came without them even touching it. (ok give me a second I’m so hard right now thinking about this I have to wack off before I continue). I’m back only took 3 minutes to blow. Where was I, So my wife’s kissing me and I have a girl on both sides rubbing my thigh and up my side, my wife grabbed Kim and had her stand up she had Kim’s start kissing me. So I start kissing Kim while my wife smiles and drops to her knees as I wait in anticipation I feel the warmest wettest mouth I’ve ever felt wrap around my dick iw as in heaven kissing Kim as she played with my nipples and my wife sucking on my dick then I felt my ass checks being forced apart and a wet tongue licking a pressing against my asshole, I was thinking no way Sue would know I like that and just start doing that so I broke from kissing Kim to look down and wow Sue had my entire 9” shaft down her throat which meant my wife was rimming me. One kissing one sucking and one playing with my backdoor, I couldn’t last I wouldn’t last another second I came so hard that I felt it in my ass, I’m serious have you ever had an orgasm so hard you could feel it in your ass? Mine was like a spasm back there, I blow the biggest load ever. Sue looked up with cum pouring out of her mouth and a stream dripping from her nostrils with a huge smile on her face. She said who wants some and Kim instantly leaned down and started kissing her and swallowing my cum. Next Roxi told me to get on all fours and was her turn, Kim and Sue sat on the floor in front of me and started making out as Roxi slowly work my ass trying to get the Thundercloud in me, she kept saying relax after this you’ll get to fuck all of us till you cum again. So I tried to relax but fuck this thing is huge, Sue said let me help so she got behind me and lubed up her fingers and first slipped two in then three I’m not sure if she was just being more gently trying to force things in there but it slowly started to open up, I was a little worried when she said holy fuck my entire hand is in his ass. Kim said let me see and she jumped up and ran around behind me. Kim said that’s so hot let me try and Sue pulled out and Kim was lubing up and within 1 minute her hand was gone, I asked Roxi to come around the front so I could eat her pussy she said no I’m enjoying the show back here. Now Roxi started to get a little jealous I think because her playing with my ass was always just her nobody had ever touch it besides her, she ordered Kim to lay in front of Ken (me) and let him eat your pussy and she ordered Sue get underneath me and start sucking that cock, so I can violate him with this dildo, it almost scared me she was commanding she was forceful she ordered these girls and they obeyed, and now this is the woman was holding a ten inch huge dildo getting ready violate me. All I could do was brace myself, but to my surprise is slipped right in no pain actually it was pleasurable. So here I am on all fours eating a pussy getting my dicked sucked and my wife has a ten inch huge dildo shoved to the hilt in my ass and I’m thinking I’ve died and gone to heaven. Best Xmas present’s ever.  

We have all had chance meetings that we remember and those that we want to forget. This particular encounter is one that has stuck in my mind, even though I have tried for so long to forget.  I from time to time find myself remembering the events of this time in my life and as I slip back, I find the events become quite vivid. Maybe I wish it would somehow occur again or that I could, in some way go back and relive the experience once again.  I do have mixed feeling about it, but whenever I do find myself remembering what happened, I just as quickly wish again to forget it ever take place.

I was a fifteen-year-old delinquent that was skipping class to hang out at the local game room by the high school. I was a popular person in my first year of high school and I was spending a lot of time at the game room. Over the first few months, I had started to become good friends with a man that was the owner of the game room, and for this story, I will refer to him as John.  He was probably 10 years older than me, had dark skin and dark hair, and it was not until later that I found out he was the owner. 

Everyone at the school liked hanging out up at the game room during the day and sometime, even into the evening, including me.  I really did not take notice of John to much at first, but I think he must have been watching me and noticing how much time I was spending at the game room. At this time, John must have decided at that point to see if he could somehow build up a friendship and eventually encourage me to have a relationship with him. At the time, I had no idea John was gay but it would soon be quite evident.

As I mentioned, I did have many friends, several of which were girls, but being shy, I was still a virgin, but this was about to change. At first, it all started out fairly innocent.  Conversations with John were nothing more than asking for change to play on the machines or the casual, “Hello” as I entered the game room. However, it soon not progressed to give me free games on the pinball machines when he saw me hanging out there and a little while later, the older guys that worked at the game room started giving me pot and pills.  My friendship with John grew and soon he was comfortable in asking me to go out for breakfast and lunch with him, which at first I was reluctant to do, but John eventually convinced me it would be ok.  I was enjoying skipping classes to hang out at the game room, even though my grades were hurting, I wanted to be there.

Our friendship grew and when we would go out for breakfast or lunch, our conversations were innocent, at least on the surface, but I am quite sure he was look to manipulate the situation as he continually built up my confidence and find a way to persuade me to sleep with him.  There was one particular day that stands out when I think about what happened and it would be a turning point in our friendship; a situation that would forever be indelibly marked in my thoughts. 

We were out for breakfast on day, when our simple conversation turned to a conversation about sex and girls.  John asked if I had ever been with a girl and at the time, I had been with several girls but I had not gone all the way, but I was not going to let on that I was not experienced.  We talked about what hair color we liked, boobs, asses, etc., and we laughed a little. John then asked what my favorite thing was to do, do I like having my dick sucked and what position I like best. When I did not answer right away he asked, “Have you never done that before?” He must have somehow realized that I had never had sex before either, because he asked, “You really haven’t had done it before, huh?” I explained that no, I had not done it before, and John appeared to be shocked a little, and jokingly asked if I liked men. I quickly snapped at him saying, “No,” and he said he was just kidding. Still, I did not like the insinuation but it did seem calm the conversation slightly. John now had the opening he was looking for to see if I was actually interested in having sex with him. He stated the conversation again by saying; you know that some guys are attracted to other men. I knew this and agreed but the conversation was making me a little uncomfortable again, but then he  as he continued by asking me if I ever found other men attractive or if I had ever thought about having sex with another man.  I again quickly said, “No that I had never been attracted to other men and I would never have sex with another man.” John said, “I know, I know,” and I insisted that I was only attracted to girls. John chuckled and to calm me down again, he said that he knew that I only like girls and not to worry. I was a little upset but I soon realized he was joking with me again so I let it go. Our conversation paused for a little bit and John knew something was wrong, so he asked me if everything was ok. I nodded in agreement that everything was good and John quickly said that he felt very comfortable talking with me about stuff and that he really enjoyed my company.  I told him I enjoyed it too and smiling, John continued be say again how nice it was to talk with me and joke about stuff. I again nodded in agreement, which gave John time to continue the conversation. John then said that he was sorry if he embarrassed me and again I nodded my head and told him it was ok.  John said, “Good,” and we went back to eating. Feeling it might be the opening he needed, John subtly said, “I think I need to tell you something,” and as I looked up at him, John cautiously told me that he was a bisexual. I was confused; I did not know what this was. With my curious look and the pause, John hurriedly acknowledged again that he knew that I only like girls, and as I nodded in agreement, he hesitantly asked if I know what it meant to be bisexual. I shook my head no and said that I did not. When John realized this, he grinned sheepishly and seemed to relish in the opportunity to explain what a bisexual was. John started by telling me it was two words put together, bi meaning two, like bicycle. I understood that but then John said, “And then the word sexual.” John continued by explaining that sexual means having sex. I knew what it meant, but why was he telling this? John slyly asked, “You know what that means, right?” I nodded my head, but still I was confused. John now continued by saying that he too was attracted to women, and after a short pause he continued by saying that there were times when he found men to be attractive too. I was taken aback, but he continued by explaining that being a bisexual meant that he did like having sex with women but it also meant that sometimes he enjoyed sleeping with men too.  I was in shock as he continued the conversation by asking what I thought about it.  I did not know what to say. Why was he telling me this? I was speechless and the conversation again paused for a little bit. What was I going to do now? John then told me he was not gay he just like men and women equally sometimes. As I looked up, John quickly said he was telling me this because we had become so close that he had become attracted to me and continued by saying that he had thought about asking me if I would like to sleep with him sometime, but he was not sure what I would say.  I was very uneasy now with the situation and I think he knew it too. I did not know what to do; this man was my only way back to school.  He then told me not to worry, that he was not going to do anything unless I felt the same way, but he explained that he wanted me to know how he felt. I was stunned and did not know what to say or do and I think he knew the subject made me nervous and that he might have pressed the issue a little to fast. As the conversation now stalled, John suggested that we should go. In the car, we did not talk, but John was determined to keep the conversation going and asked me if I would think about it. “Think about what,” I thought, “sleeping with him?” When I did not reply, he knew his opportunity to sleep with me was slipping away, so he quickly said, “I’ll give you anything if I would be willing to sleep with him. John followed up by telling me that he really liked me and said that he wanted to give me something for being so understanding and such a good listener. I was flattered but remained silent all the way back to the game room. When we got there, he asked me not to tell anyone about what we had talked about, and said it would not be good. No way was I going to say anything, so I nodded my head and he ended by again appealing to me to think about his offer and to let him know what it would take. He was not going to let it go until I agreed to think about it, so I quickly nodded and told him that I would think about it. It seemed to put John’s mind at ease, but at the time, it did not sit well with me about having sex with another man, however I did find myself thinking about it.

A few days later, I ventured back to the game room to hang out with friends and even though I tried to avoid John, he was able to corner me and asked if I had thought about his proposition. I told him that I had thought about it but I was still unsure about it. He said, “Come on let’s go get something to eat.” I tried to avoid having to go wit him, but his persistence in asking me to go with him was making me uncomfortable so I decided to go with him. While driving to the restaurant, he smiled at me and remarked that he was glad I still wanted to hang out with him. I simply nodded my head and John asked what it was that I would really like to have. I told him nothing and looking at me realized I was not going to do it, so he was hard-pressed to get an answer to find out and again asked, “Come on, there has to be something you would really like to have.” At the restaurant, we did not really talk about much, but I felt that he wanted to continue to find out what it would take to get me in bed. John now said, “Ok, I know you’re worried about it, let me just get you something for being such a good friend. Was he telling the truth? Would he get me something just for being a friend? John continued, “Come on, do you want me to get you a girl to sleep with, a car, or some spending money. He was not going to let it go so I eventually told him that I would really like to have a car. As I looked at him, I noticed a smile and a scheming look on his face. I knew I had given him the opening he was looking for and John now asked questioningly, what kind of car I would like to have. I told him I was not sure, but now he needed to keep this open so he kept probing to know what kind. He asked if I liked Camaros, Firebirds, Mustangs, etc. and I told him I was not sure what kind I wanted. He did not want to lose this chance to persuade me to sleep with him; he needed to know. Frustrated that I would not reveal what kind of car I would like, we left the restaurant. As we were driving back to the game room, he said, “Well, let me know what kind of car I would like to have and that he would get me whatever kind I wanted.” I was definitely excited about having a car and in thinking about the possibilities, smiled. All I had to do was tell him what kind of car I want and he would get it for me, no strings attached. It was to good to be true, and it was, because I was only thinking about having a car and not thinking about what I was leaving myself open to and that I would be giving him the opportunity to make me feel compelled to have sex with him, and not just once but many times. When we pulled into the parking lot, he reminded me to let him know what kind of car I would like and as we smiled at each other, I said I would. He immediately asked if I would be able to tell him tomorrow and I told him I would try. We got out of the car and went inside our separate ways as we entered the game room.

John really got me thinking about what kind of car I would like to have and as I thought about all the different kinds of cars, one kept coming to mind and it was a 1956 Chevy, but what would happen if I actually went though with it and told him? I was not sure, but I decided I would tell him. The next day when I went over to the game room, there he was and he came up to me and casually asked if I had made a decision. I was unsure as to how to answer, but I said that I had made a decision. He said, “Great, let’s go for a drive and you can tell me!” He was obviously excited as we left in his car and I told him that I would really like to have a ’56 Chevy. He paused but then smiling asked me if I was sure and I said excitingly, “Yea.” John now said, “Ok,” and told me that he would start looking for one. I was euphoric as I told him that I wanted it to be a two door with a V8 and I would like it to be midnight blue. He now knew that he had me right where he wanted me and he was not going to let this opportunity slip away so he said he would get right on it.

A few days later, while I was at the game room John came up to me and told me he had found the car and that we should take a drive and talk about it. He was very good; he made me so excited and in getting the car, he said he had seen the car, it was very nice, all it needed was to be painted, and that I could have it in a week or so. Again, he was continuing to build up my enthusiasm, making me even more excited to see it and drive it, but it was all a ploy, because now he had a question for me. John started by saying, “Well now that I have the car you want, what was I willing do for him.” I did not know what to say and I should have realized there was a catch to this whole thing. He said, “I will tell you what, you come over to my place with me tomorrow afternoon and try it, if you don’t like it, we can stop and we will leave, and you can still have the car.” I was stunned. “Why didn’t I see this coming,” I thought to myself. When we returned to the game room, he told me to come by tomorrow and let him know what I want to do. John restated the offer again by saying, “Come over to my place see what you think and you can have the car no matter what, because I know you really want that car. I was excited with the thought of have a car, however I was worried about what would happen at his house, but I was curious too. I had thought about it and later that afternoon, I decide I would do it. I really wanted that car he promised, even though I was leaving myself open to the possibility of having to have sex with him. I became apprehensive about the situation and for the rest of that day; I continued to think and imagine what I should expect the next day, I realized that I had not cum for a few days. I did not want to cum to much when I was with John, but I thought,”If I cum now, would I be able to cum tomorrow too.” I decided that I should go ahead and cum now,” and by tomorrow, I would still be able to cum when I was with John. I now wanted to jack-off while thinking of being with John, but as I would find out tomorrow, it would not be the same. My cock was already hard as I closed my eyes and started to jack off. I do not remember exactly what I was thinking, but it did not take long before I had cum. It felt so good and I had cum a lot, which caused me to worry that I might not have enough cum for tomorrow but what could I do now. The next day when I woke up, I made sure I tried to take a shit and clean myself up before I left. I went up to the game room around noon and was nervous about what was going to happen, but all I could think about was that car. I hoped I would not see him but as I moved around the game room, there he was; he cornered me and casually said, “Are you ready?” what was I going to do, I wanted that car, so I simple nodded my head and replied, “Yes.” He then questioningly asked, “Are you sure,   and pausing, I again nodded my head. John grinned and said, “Ok, let’s go.” I felt everyone was watching us leave, even though we had left together so many times before; I was nervous as we got in his car and headed off to his place.. I was not sure exactly where we were going; were we going to a hotel or to his apartment, I was not sure. Nevertheless, wherever we were going, I had a good idea of what I would have to do once we got there, which made me apprehensive. I was having second thoughts about going through with it, and John must have realized I was nervous. To break the tension, he asked if I was hunger and if wanted to get something to eat first. I simply replied, “No,” and he told me not to worry as we continued on our way. Soon we pulled into an apartment complex not far from the school and parked out front of an apartment. As we got out of the car, I looked around nervously to see if anyone was watching as we went inside. I now felt trapped as he closed and locked the door behind us. John quietly walked over to the window and closed the blinds in the front room, which put me at ease so no one could look in on us. I looked around the front room and noticed his apartment was small but clean and modestly furnished. Immediately John moved toward and down the hallway telling me, “Come on,” wanting me to follow him. The hallway was short and led toward the back bedroom. As we walked down the hallway, I noticed a small bathroom in the hall and across from that; there was another room with the door partially closed. John entered the back bedroom first and as I followed him in, John immediately walked over to the bedroom windows and quickly closed the blinds. The room did darkened a little, but being it was still light out, I could still see very clearly It was a quite large bedroom with what looked like a bathroom toward the back and a king sized bed situated in the middle of the long wall. John now sat on the edge of the bed and motioned for me to sit next to him by patting the bed. I gradually moved over to where he was sitting and sat on the bed too. John put his hand on my thigh and rubbing it, told me to relax and that everything would be all right. I simply nodded and as he stood up, and told me to go ahead and take off my clothes. John then told me he would be right back as he walked toward the bathroom. I watched as he closed the door to the bathroom, where I presumed he was going to take off his clothes and I sat there quietly for a second looking around the room I thought that I had better get started undressing before he returns. I quickly took off my shoes, socks, and my shirt and pants, piling them at the end of the bed. I did not take off my underwear for some reason, maybe as in an effort to keep some sense of pride though this whole thing or as long as possible. I only sat there for only a few seconds when I heard the door to the bathroom open. In looking back, I saw him coming out with what appeared to be only a long sleeved, button down shirt on. He turned off the bathroom light and as he started toward the bed, I looked to see if he was naked under the shirt, but I could not tell. As he got closer, I looked away and he sat next to me. He noticed that I had not taken off my underwear and asked, “What’s wrong?” I hesitantly said, “What?” He quickly dismissed it, rubbing my thigh said never mind. John then said, “Just relax, everything will be ok.” I nodded my head in approval and he told me to lie down on the bed. I laid on my back in the middle of the bed, not know what he wanted. John then motioned for me to move over to the edge of the bed, on my side so I was facing the wall with the window. He came around the bed and knelt on the floor in front of me. He started to rub my legs, my stomach, and then spreading my legs, he rubbing my cock through my underwear. I closed my eyes and tried to distance my thoughts from what was going on. He now wanted my underwear off and tried gently taking them off. He struggled and asked me to help him get them all the way off. I quickly sat up and pulled them off and John cast them off the end of the bed as I lay down again. He repositioned me closer to the edge and returned to fondling my cock and ball. He wanted me hard and it did feel good as he rubbed my limp cock, trying to stroke it, but I was distancing my thoughts now and thus I was not getting hard. He now tried sucking my limp dick in an effort to get me hard, but still it was no use; I was not getting hard. He became frustrated and stopped sucking, but as he continued to fondle my cock, he asked me if it felt ok. I mumbled nodded my head, mumbling a yes, but he must have known that I had distancing myself, so he asked me to try. John was not going to stop until my dick was hard and I had cum, so I nodded my head, as he again started to suck my cock. I knew I had to cum so I thought about my cock in his mouth, thinking about how good it felt; wanting to cum in his mouth. I thought that if I could cum that maybe we would not do anything else, and then I would get the car just that easily. I wanted to cum in his mouth and it did feel good as he sucked and stroked my cock. Occasionally he would fondle my balls and suck them too; he even fingered my ass once, which was getting harder and harder. It was my first blowjob and it felt good, and I could feel myself about to cum in his mouth, but I was not fully hard yet. I wanted to be hard before I came, so I tried to hold back, but when I did this, I started to go limp again, and John felt it too. I had to make a decision; I had to do it now, hard or not, I needed to cum. Soon I was close again. I held back somewhat letting it build and then I let it go, cumming in his mouth prematurely, which I think surprised John as my cock jerked a few times in his mouth, causing him to stop sucking and just pull on my cock as cum shot in his mouth. It was the first time anyone had sucked my cock and it felt good as he continued to try to suck me dry. However, almost immediately my cock went limp in his mouth. He tried to keep stroking my cock but soon disappointedly said,” Is that it?” I paused and said, “What?” but he quickly said, “It’s alright,” and asked if it felt good and I replied with a simple, “Yes.” John now got up off the floor, and directed me to move over into the middle of the bed. I scooted over and laid there on my stomach not knowing what he really wanted me to do but as he walked to the end of the bed behind me, he told me to get on all fours, like a dog. As I did, I could feel him climbing on the bed behind me now, telling me to move up toward the head of the bed a little. He gently rubbed on my ass as he inched closer, spreading my legs apart with his legs. John now had me pull a pillow out from under the covers so I could put my head down on it.  He inched a little closer, spreading my legs a little more and spreading my ass cheeks and rubbing my ass. I could hear him opening something and then I could hear that he must be rubbing lubricant on his cock, but then John told me that I should really try to relax. I said ok, I could feel John smearing my hole with lube and slipping a finger in my ass, fingering my butt. It felt good as he gently fingered my ass with lube. ”Oh, yea,” John said, “you’re so nice,” and asked if I was ok. I nodded my head replying, “Yes.” He again told me to relax and mentioned to me that it might hurt a little at first, but tried to reassure me that it would stop as long as I relax. I said ok and soon I could feel his hard cock against my butt hole as he tried to push it in me. It was ok at first, but then it really started to hurt as he tried to push his cock in me. I pulled away slightly and when I did, John asked me if I was doing ok, and before he could stop me, I quickly pulled away, causing him to pull out. He asked. “What’s wrong?” and I immediately told him it was hurting and as I tried to rise up on all fours, he told me to keep my head down. He was obviously annoyed and said, “Ok, well you need try to relax more and that the hurting would eventually stop, but that I needed to relax.” Frustrated he told me to tell him when the hurting had stopped. He of course wanted to try again and it did hurt for a little while, but I was not going to tell him, I did not want him to put his cock in me again so I put it off as long as possible in hopes of not doing it anymore. He asked a couple times if I was ready to try again and finally he decided that he had waited long enough. He said, “Ok, let’s try again, but this time I really need you to try to relax this time when I am in you.” I agreed and he put more lubricate on my ass and proceeded to push his hard cock in my as again. Again, it hurt and I tried to have him take it out, but he refused and held on to my hips, keeping his cock in me. He then asked how I was doing and if I was doing ok. It did hurt a little but was subsiding so I replied that I was ok. John slowly pushed his cock further and further in my ass, which hurt and I tried again to pull away but he held me tight. It was a dull aching and I tried to relax as much as I could as he started moving his hard cock in and out of my tight hole. It started to hurt more and when I told him it was hurting again, he stopped and simply told me to relax. I rose up and tried to wiggle free but he held me firmly and kept trying to moving his cock in and out of me. After a short time, he again asked if I was ok. He was not going to stop until he had cum so I tried to relax as he really tried to move his cock in and out fast and fast. My cock was getting hard as he moved in and out of me and it was kind of starting to feel good having is cock going in and out of me, but suddenly I could tell he was annoyed about something and he stopped. He explained that I need to help too and that I needed to move back and forth with him. He explained that I should try to push back and forward with him. We tried again and he said, “That’s it, keep going.” I did and it felt good this time and I was really trying to get into it, but unexpectedly his cock slip out. He quickly put it back in me and as he continued, he explained not to go so fast. As we started up again, John reached around me this time playing with my now hard cock and remarked, “Where was this earlier?” Soon he stopped and seemed to concentrate his thrusts with short quick strokes as he continued to fuck me. It was hard to keep the same action going, but then all of a sudden, he pulled me close, and forced his cock deep in me, which hurt. I tried to pull away but he held me close and out of breath said, “No, don’t move!” I now knew he must be cumming in me and could feel his cock jerking inside me. Out of breath and thoroughly spent now, John hunched over me, which forced me to lay flat. He kissed me on the back and slowly moving his cock in and out of me, saying how good it felt and asked me if I was ok. When I did not say anything, he gradually pulled his cock out of me and as he rolled of the bed told me that I had better go into the bathroom and clean myself out. John walked toward the back bathroom and told me to use the hall bathroom and that I should come back to the bedroom when I was finished. I got off the bed and hurried into the bathroom. I was not sure what he meant by cleaning myself out, but I sat on the toilet and wiped my butt and tried to push out whatever was inside. I managed to push out some KY jelly and what looked to be cum, but I was not sure. After a few minutes, I returned to the bedroom where he was waiting for me on the bed. He told me that he really liked making love to me and that he wanted to do it again. I told me again to get on all fours with my head down and he again got on the bed behind me. It put some more KY around my butthole and in my ass too, and told me to relax again. I wondered how he could be able to do it again after cumming just a few minutes ago. I tried not to let him put his cock in my ass again, but as hard as I tried not to let him put his cock in me, it seemed that he was able to push his cock in my ass more easily than before. I did not want to do it anymore and I decided that this time I would not move back and forth, as he fucked me. He noticed almost right away and asked what was wrong? I told him that I did not want to do it anymore. He reached around taking my hard cock in his hand and said, “Come on, I thought you liked it.” “Let’s do it one more time.” It did feel good this time, but he had told me we would only do it once. He now tried forcibly moving me back and forth, fucking me, but it was not work. Frustrated, he stopped, pulled his cock out, and rolled off the bed.  He walked toward the bathroom and told me to go ahead and get dressed. As he closed the door to the bathroom, I quickly got dressed and sat on the bed waiting. When he came out, he sat by me again and told me, how nice and rubbing my thigh asked if I would like to try it again sometime. I again felt trapped; he was my ride back to the game room and I did not know what to say, and when I did not reply, he said, “Ok, let’s go.” We left the apartment and headed back to the game room John asked if I wanted him to drive me home, which I eagerly replied, “Yes.” As we drove, I could feel his cum and KY oozing out of me and as soon as he dropped me off, I went into the shower and tried again to push his cum out of me. I was scared about what I had done and wanted to distance myself from John.

However, a few days later, I returned to the game room to ask about the car that he had promised me.  When I found him, he was friendly and asked how everything was going. I said everything is good, but what about the car. John was taken aback and he quickly suggested that we go for a ride. I said ok and we got in his car. As we drove around, he explained that our deal was that I would sleep with him, and because I did not do my part, he felt the deal was off. I was in shock; I was under the impression that I only had to do it once, but he continued by saying, “Well if you want to try it again, we could consider the deal back on, but only if we were to do it again.” I did not know what to say. I wanted the car, but did not feel I had to do it with him again; we did it once; that was the deal, I thought. I was upset and felt used. We went back to the game room and before getting out of the car, he told me that he still had the car and if I was still interested in doing it again that he would give me the car.” I was irritated as I walked away and ended up staying away from the game room for a long time, but when I did go back, John carried himself confidently and brazenly acted as if nothing was wrong. We continued to be friendly to one another, because he knew I was probably distressed about the car and that there was a possibility that I would be willing to do it again to get the car. His new brash attitude made it hard to approach him to say I was willing to do it again and with his attitude, it had become obvious that John wanted me to be the one to initiate the need to continue the relationship, but how was I going to do it? I now felt unwanted and tried to forget about having the car, but in the back of my mind, I did want to continue our sexual relationship.

It was now getting toward the end of the school year and one day when I happened to be up at the game room, John went out of his way to mention that he had recently moved closer to where I lived and that I should come over some time to visit. The apartment complex he had moved into was on the other side of the neighborhood, in a nice area. I was glad he told me and interested in visiting, but I was quite sure he did this in hopes of rekindling the situation over the summer by making it that much easier for me to come by his new place anytime I wanted. He then continued by asking me if I wanted to go see it. I was immediately suspicion, but it was the opening I was hoping for, so I nodded my head yes. We quickly got in the car and headed off. We did not talk a lot on our way, and to break the tension, he mentioned that I should try to come by sometime. I simply said, “UHHA,” but I was definitely interested. As we pulled in to the complex, John said, “Well here we are.” These were high-class apartments and as we parked, he said, “Come on,” and we went in. I was nervous as he closed the door and said, “Come on in.” When we walked inside it was dimly light with all the curtains closed. It has been hard to remember this apartment but I do remember that it was quite spacious, with a large sections couch in the living room. I casually walked into the living room and as he closed the door behind us, a feeling of uneasiness came over me. As I moved further into the main room and I become nervous remembering what had happened before when we were alone, but then again why was I there? For some reason I was attracted to this kind of relationship. It was the first time I had had sex and I must have wanted to continue the relationship in hopes of making love with him again. As we moved around the front room, John asked if I wanted a tour as he moved toward the back of the apartment. He wanted to show me the bedroom and when I realized that was where we were headed, I fell back and John asked, “What’s wrong?” I turned away, wanting to stay in the front room. John came back to where I was saying, “It’s ok, why don’t we sit down,” as we both moved over to the sofa, I chose a spot of the couch near one end and John tried to sit next to me. I felt uncomfortable; but I knew I could easily leave and walk home at anytime. We did not say anything for a while and as I looked around, he tried to break the tension first telling me how glad he was that we were still friends, and said that he was glad I wanted to come see his new apartment. I did not say anything, so he continued by saying that I could come by anytime. I was flattered by the attention and in the back of my mind, I wanted to do it with him again, but on the same note, I was hesitant. Our conversation paused again, and I remembered what had happened before and as thoughts of that day went through my mind, I had conflicting thoughts. What should I do? John now reached over and started to rub my thigh just as he did the last time, and he asked if I would like to see the rest of the apartment now.  I did not know what to do. In a way, I wanted to stay but I was confused. John then stood up and casually started toward the back of the apartment where the bedroom was expecting me to follow him. I quickly stood up too, but instead of following, I said that I had to leave and started toward the door. John stopped and quickly came back to the front room, trying to persuade me to stay. I continued to make my way to the front door to leave, and just as I was about to go, John said, “Well, maybe you can come by another time.” In a way, I want to stay, knowing he wanted to get me in bed again, but I could not do it. As I left and walked home, I wondered if I would ever see him again, and if the car would ever materialize. I wanted the car, but how could I make it happen. I did venture over to John’s apartment several times that summer, gradually became more and more comfortable when I visited, but it was never for very long and we never did it. I think he was waiting for me to make the first move now, when at the same time I was waiting for him to make the move. It could be the right situation was never there, or we were both apprehensive.

Summer was almost over and whenever I visited the game room with friends, John acted as if nothing ever happened, and I had a feeling that John had in someway moved on because as I looked on, he was leaving with other boys. I was somewhat jealous, because I knew what those boys were going to experience, but I was relieved in a way too. As I watched things unfold, I thought to myself that if he had moved on, then I should probably too. I had now became desperate in a way to make a conscious effort before it was to late, to try to tell John that I was ready to do it again, but as I prepared to return to school, I heard that the game room by the high school closed down right at the of summer.  I could not believe it, how was I going to approach John now to tell him I wanted to do it. I went up to the strip mall where the game room was and it was gone, my plans were dashed to tell him how I felt. I knew where he lived, but then I remember that John owned another record store downtown. I talked a friend into going with me to see if we could find the record store, but really, I wanted to see if he was there and as soon as we walked in the door, I saw him behind the counter. At first, he did not see me and I hurriedly walked with my friend toward the back before John had the opportunity to see me. I kept looking over to where John was as we casually looked around, being it was the first time we had ever been in this shop, but then John noticed us, and as I looked around, our eyes met. John nonchalantly walked toward us and confronted us asking if he could help us with anything, and saying, “Hey you guys used to come by the game room.” We both said, “Yea.” John looked at me, I wanted to tell him the truth but in front of my friend, I simply said we just wanted to stop in to check it out since the game room by the school had closed. John looked doubtful, but said, “If you need anything, let me know.” John smiled at me suspiciously, as our eyes met briefly and with that, I knew he knew why I was there. I became restless and suggested that we should probably go, but as we headed for the door to leave, John called to me to wait. My friend continued outside as he approached and told me that I should come by more often. I nodded my head, and he continued by telling me that he was still living in the same apartment, and that I should stop by sometime. I cautiously grinned and again nodded my head as I left.

A couple days later, I got a call and when I answered the phone, it was John on the other line. I was surprised as he casually asked if I knew who it was, quickly saying, “It’s John!” I paused and smiling said, “Hi!” We chatted briefly and then John asked why I had not come by his apartment. I was surprised at first and he asked if I wanted to come by sometime.  I was nervous, but said, “Sure.” John paused on the other line, but quickly suggested, “How about I come by and pick you up?” I paused for a second and then replied, “Now?” and he gladly said, “Yea.” I was hesitant, but told him ok. No one was home so when he pulled up out front, I hurried out and got in the car with him. When I opened the door, John said hi, and I replied hi too as we drove off. A feeling of anxiety came over me and John told me that he was glad to see me, continuing by telling me that he was surprised that I came looking for him. I did not know what to say so I just sat there. We soon pulled up to his apartment and went inside. John closed the door and asked me to go ahead and sit down as he closed the door and followed me to the couch. As we sat on the couch making idle conversation, John scooted closer putting his hand on my leg and reiterating how glad he was to see me again. He then casually asked, “Well, would you like to see the rest of the apartment,” as he stood up. I became very nervous, sitting there frozen, but then he said, “Come on.” I slowly stood up and followed him to the bedroom. As we entered the bedroom, John turned to me and asked, “Why did you come looking for me?” I did not know what to say but he spoke up saying, “I think I know why you’re here.” I was nervous; did he really know why I was there?  John closed the door behind us, and turned the lights off. He gradually moved us over to the bed, where he had me sit down. I tried not to look at him as he sat on the bed next to me, and began rubbing my back and shoulders. John put his hand on my thigh, leaned into me saying, “Don’t worry,” and I closed my eyes as he kissed me on the cheek. He then took hold of my chin, turning my head slightly, kissing me on the lips, which caused me to flinch slightly  I kept  my eyes closed, as he continued to kiss me and sucked on my neck, while rubbing my chest. He again gently kissed me on the lips, and pushed his tongue into my mouth. It made me uneasy, but I wanted to keep going so I kissed with him too. John now took my hand, placed it on his crotch as we kissed, gently having me squeeze his cock through his pants. I had never seen his cock, but it felt big. He now tried to take my shirt off, and stood in front of me to finish taking my shit off, throwing it to the side. John now leaned forward, gently pushing me to lying on the bed and saying, “lay down.” He undid my pants, pulling them and my underwear off, casting them to the side. As I laying there naked, John quickly took off his shirt and I looked up as he took off his pants and underwear, letting them fall to the floor. His cock was big and I continued to watch as he slowly stroked his cock, seemingly wanting me to watch, and I so wanted to feel cock and maybe suck it, but as he quickly climbed on bed, and laid next to me, trying to kiss me, I tried not to show any emotions, turning my head, rejecting his advancement. He quickly positioned himself now, kneeling in front of me, spreading my legs, and rubbing the insides of my legs up toward my crotch. I relaxed as he continued touching me but then he reached forward, grabbed a pillow, telling me to lift up off the bed as he pushed it under me. My ass was raised now and John positioned himself in between my legs, lifting and spreading my legs further saying, “Oh yea.” As he started to fondle my cock, I thought to myself, “What was I going to do?” It felt so good and I knew what he wanted to do. I was in a vulnerable position with my ass exposed so I relaxed as John pushed a finger against my tight hole and gradually pushed his finger in me. It felt good as he fingered me and then switched to pushing his cock in my ass. It hurt and in this position, it was hard to pull back, but John told me to relax, pulling me closer, trying to keep his cock in me. It did hurt, but I relaxed as he started thrusting his cock in and out of me. I could not move very well, and was feeling good now and I wanted to feel his cock jerking in me, and know he was cumming in me. I could hear his cock going in and out and soon John was out of breath and told me,”I’m going to cum.” I tried to relax anticipating the fell of his cock throbbing cum in me, and out of breathe he said, “Oh yea,” as he pushed his cock deep in me, holding me. It hurt, but I could feel his cock throbbing inside me as he came. John lay on top of me, gently kissing my chest as he gradually pulling his cock out. It felt good as he slowly pulled out, and I could feel cum oozed from my ass as he rolled off and laid next to me. I pulled the pillow out from under me as John pulled me close, trying to kiss me again. John was out of breath and as we lay there, John started to fall asleep so I lay there quietly with him thinking, “Should I stay?” I decided once John fell asleep, I would leave, but as we lay there, I fell asleep too. I suddenly woke up, puzzled, but when I realized what had happened, and saw that John was still fast asleep, I quietly slipped out of bed. As I quickly picked up my clothes went into the front room, dressed and quietly left.

The next day, John called to ask me why I left. I did not have a reason, but I told him I just thought it was best. He asked if I had a good time and if I would like to come over again. I paused and when I did not reply John said anytime I want to come over. I told him ok and hung up the phone.

The car never materialized and I never again would have sex with him, but for a long time now, I have try to find someone, the right someone to share this experience of anal sex again and to explore my true feeling, but these days, casual sex could have deadly consequences. I have tried to meet other men and even transsexuals in hopes of hooking up to experience what it is like again having someone inside me and maybe even feel myself inside too, but when I start to consider what might happen and what could happen, I end up not follow through. I have continued to fantasize about my experience with John and about being with other men, thinking about John sucked my cock, and how it might feel to suck someone else's cock, and how good it felt when John's cock was in me and when I knew he had cum in me. I continue to fantasize about being with other men and transsexuals, however the feeling of a dildo in my ass, while masturbating gets old quick and I do so want to feel the real thing again.

                                       A night at the vets pt. 4 (revised)

A few moments later, his dick was within reach, I put my tongue out and the red tip ran across my outstretched tongue. It sent shivers right back to my over stretched pussy. I opened my mouth and let his penis inside. I felt the damn thing grow inside my partially closed mouth. It kept getting bigger and longer. At that moment, I realized what an idiot I had been. His fur was near my mouth which meant there was nowhere for his foot long dick to go but in my throat. I don’t know ho big he had gotten but my mouth was pretty full. A moment later he started humping my face. At first I was ok, but then he thrusted and I gagged. I relaxed and was ok, but the same thing happened about every few thrusts. This was not being fun anymore. I pushed my head up onto his chest and pushed and he took a few steps back. I was finally ok again and had about 6 inches in my mouth. I was getting face-fucked by the Dane for a few minutes when I felt a weird feeling in my pussy and the next thing I felt was Shepard’s ball coming loose from my pussy. It felt great for a moment, and then there was nothing. I felt like my pussy was wide open. Suddenly I felt the rush of cum pouring down my thing.

The Dane must have smelled it as he started pumping my mouth harder and again I was gagging. I moved my head to the side to get him out a little, but for some reason at the angle I was now at, I wasn’t choking and I could feel him way down my throat. Now I had to concentrate on breathing.

Without notice, I start to fart. But it wasn’t from my butt, it was from my pussy. It must have scared the Dane or something as he backed off me. My legs were still a little frozen and I was able to crawl. The Sheppard was now on the other side of the pen. I was still moving and the pussy farts wouldn’t stop. I started to laugh and was embarrassed. The Dane finally came around my behind to check me out I guess. I was stupid again just for that one moment and didn’t move away from him. That was all it took, he was behind and on top of me.

Just like the first time he mounted me, I felt his wet dick sliding up my butt crack and again hoped he would do just that. Of course he shifted and just like the last time, he hit my butt hole. I figured I better shift and let him get it over with and try not to let him into my pussy too deep if I could help it. His next poke hit my butt hole again, but this time he didn’t retract. He thrust right from there and a few inches went into my ass. I started to scream.

“No, no, you can’t!”

But he could care less and I felt my butt tear a little as he started to pump me. More and more of him entered my dark hole and I tried to drop to my belly, but somehow that hurt where he was hitting inside me as I was dropping and quickly moved back up. I felt more and more of him enter my ass and then just started pounding me. After a couple of minutes of crying and screaming, something weird happened. I start to pant, but it wasn’t from crying. I couldn’t figure it out. I was getting horny again. I was starting to like the feeling. 

“How could this be possible?” I asked myself

I never thought about anal sex as getting a girl off, just the guy. But I was feeling better and better, and for some reason, without my pussy even being touched, I was heading for about my fifteenth climax. As I started to get more excited, I felt him going in even further, the lube from his dick sprinkling kept my hole wet and feeling good. I sure wasn’t worried about his ball going inside my tight hole, but I was amazed when I felt it hit my hole. I ducked my head down to see how far up his shaft the ball had gone and gasped when I saw it hadn’t gone up yet. I had his entire dick inside me. I guess the thought of that was all it took and I started to cum. It was different from cumming from my pussy or clit, it was actually more intense and I almost started to howl. I heard myself and stopped for a moment in fear that with all this dog sperm in me that I was becoming one.

My fear soon ended and my climax continued as the Dane’s huge dick kept pumping my virgin ass. A few minutes later, the ball was hitting my hole and he retracted a bit when that was happening. I was still cumming like crazy when I felt his load fill my ass. He was still pumping and all the cum made it feel even better and I got off one last climax before he pulled his long pole out of me.

Again I could not stand and I wondered if I would ever be able to walk again. I moved along the floor on all fours and went over to the big Dane. He was cleaning off his dick, but a few moments later he stopped. I lay down next to him and put my head on his chest and fell asleep.

Upon waking up again, I notice it is still dark outside the cage, though it must be close to morning by now. My hands and knees felt numb, but in hindsight, it lessened the pain of crawling on all fours as I did. Strangely, I didn’t mind this position anymore and even found it pleasant, in fact, more natural. Looking out of the links of the cage, I crane my head back and forth as far as the locked door would allow. The hall was still dark, but there was a glow clock mounted on the far side. Squinting my eyes, I found they too could see better in the dark and I could make out the hands and numbers. It read 4:30a.m. and was steadily still ticking along it’s course. 

My restlessness must have attracted the attention of the males, for they got up and started moving about me, the Dane sniffing my body all over. The smaller Sheppard busied himself with licking up the caked cum from the night before, his rough tongue passing over my pussy and clit with slow strokes. I trembled under their attention and did the only thing to protect myself. I crouched to the floor in hopes they would leave me alone. Not to be deterred from me, the Dane nudged his nose between my legs and rubbed the cold tip against my clit. Stunned, and a little turned on, I instinctively raised my hips and he began licking me, pushing the Sheppard away. Moaning now under the Dane, I reached out and stroked the Sheppard t full hardness once more, then pulled him close and took his tool deep in my throat. This I was rapidly finding was very pleasing, and I gave myself over to the sensations.

The Dane stopped licking me, initiating a small whimper from my throat. I couldn’t begin to understand it, yet it seemed I had become attuned to him in some basic way. Growling slightly, the Sheppard also moved to my backside and mounted me. His cock, deep red and swelled fully, thrusted a few times before finding it’s mark into my pussy. He again closed his mouth over my hair and pulled tight as if I was his bitch. Not one to be left hanging, the great Dane came up in front of me, his cock engorged and hanging low. I didn’t have a choice, or rather I did but chose the best option, taking his massive pole into my mouth, then down my throat. Both the dogs continued this with me, till I felt their knots enter from either side and fill me with cum. After they got off me, I lay there panting, ignoring that it had gotten light during our exercise.

All of a sudden I hear voices, yet none come towards the kennels yet. During this flood of sound, the Sheppard took his cue to lick my cunt again, covering my body in doggy cum and saliva. I moved away from him and sat on my butt, waiting to see who would be the first to see me in here. It wasn’t long before I had what I wanted, though not the way I expected, and was mildly shocked at what happened next.

The door opened and in stepped the vet assistant along with my mother, her face a mask of worry and concern. They stood talking for a few minutes, and I couldn’t hear a word. Just then, the big Dane got behind me and much to my confusion yet delight, pounded into my well fucked pussy. My moans must have given me away, for the assistant paled and followed my confused mother into the kennels. They stopped in front of my cage and my mother screamed in horror and shock, then turned on the man

“You knew she was here and didn’t tell me?!”

“Well…uh…”

“Get her out of there, now!”

“Eh…yes of course!”

The assistant produced a set of keys and began fumbling for the right one to the lock of my cage. Meanwhile, the Dane was having a blast, pounding into my body. I had to admit, it felt really good now and I didn’t know if I wanted it to end. My choice was stripped however as the assistant found the right key, then unlocked it. Mother immediately reached in and pulled me out. Hugging me tightly, she cried in relief at having me back safe, if not sound. Who would be after getting fucked non-stop by two male dogs? 

Raising my head, I smiled and I swear my rear end wagged as I did, which confused me. I was a human girl, and yet I was acting like a dog. Looking over at the assistant, I lifted my lips from my teeth and growled. He paled farther at realizing what had become of me, even if I didn’t. Mother also looked confused, then shook her head and grabbed my clothes, handing them to me. I stared at them for a moment, then reached out to dress, suddenly finding them repulsive. Backing away, I sat like most female dogs would do and merely waited. Concerned even more, my mom pushed my clothes at me, and I turned my head away.

“Uh…um…perhaps she doesn’t like them?” suggested the assistant.

“What are you talking about? Of course she likes clothes. She’s a girl.” clipped my mom.

On a sudden idea, the vet assistant produced a collar and leash, then dropped them to the floor. My body acted instinctively as my mind screamed for me to stop. Reaching the items, I wagged my butt again in a dog imitation of a tail, then picked both up in my mouth and dropped them in my mom’s lap.

“Sweety no. You’re a human girl, so put your clothes on” she said gently.

Again the favorite, yet offending items were thrust towards me, and again I turned away from them. Nudging the pet items, I sat and smiled at her, not blinking very much as my eyes had adjusted over the night. My mom sighed and sat back as if considering what to do, then glared up at the assistant.

“You should have gotten her out sooner! Now look at my daughter! She thinks she’s a dog!”

“I…I am trully sorry Miss…” he stammered.

Taking a deep breath, mom lifted the collar and leash, then looked at me closely. Her entire posture demanded to know if I really wanted this. Smiling again, I wagged my ass and let out a small whimper, nuzzling her hands and the held items. She got the message and stowed my clothes into her bag, then clipped the collar around my neck. Next she attached the leash to the lead ring and stood, looking down at me with a frown. I cowered a little, lowering my head, but this seemed to upset her more.

“When we get home, I’ll have a psychiatrist help you out of this state sweety”

Ignoring her words, I simply followed as she led me naked out into the waiting room, much to the shock of those sitting there with sick or injured pets. No one said anything though as we exited the building and headed toward the car. Opening the door for me, she unclipped my leash and I jumped into the seat. A little tricky, but I managed it. Once in, we drove off for home, my head out the window.

More to cum later! Maybe. ^.^  This has been my first post, and I touched up the last part of a night at the Vet. I hope you enjoy it!

This is a work of complete fiction.  It just popped into my  brain and I wrote it down. Everyone in this story is of legal age, whoever you are, where ever you are.  No one under legal age may read this, if you know what's good for you.  No one over legal age should read this for the same reason. Please feel free to repost this in any non-pay site but it would be nice if you could let me know where.  All characters used in this story are a parody of any real or fictional person.

     Uncle Joe

     Chapter Six: Eliza Dushku

     Jennifer Love Hewitt stood in the middle of her teacher Joe Smith’s living room dressed as a sexy French maid.  Joe’s young student wore 4 inch spiked heels that forced her to stand straight with her round ass stuck out.  Jennifer’s legs were showcased in fishnet, thigh high stockings clasped with garters hidden under her short skirt.  Her skirt was flared out with white ruffles underneath that barely covered her ass and her crotch was snuggled in a transparent black thong.  Above Jennifer’s flared hips was a black cloth wrapped around her waist and tied in a large bow behind her and held a small, white half apron in front of her.  Her stomach was completely bare and the only top she wore was a black, lacy push-up bra that lifted her breasts up and out like a shelf on her chest.  To complete her outfit Jennifer wore black lace gloves and a white head piece holding up her dark, curly hair.  She stood with her hands clasped behind her back, pushing out her chest and causing her overly large, jiggling c-cup tits to nearly fall out of her bra with each breath.  She looked nervously at her teacher’s feet.

     Joe had spent weeks training his young student to become his own personal, submissive sex slave.  He had turned sex with her into a near violent rape whenever she acted with poor or unacceptable behavior.  Joe had tied her up, strapped her down, spanked her, whipped her and verbally abused her until she finally bent totally to his will.  Now at his command she would fall to her knees and plead with him with tears in her eyes to fuck her.  And today was Joe’s last test for her.

     “Now Jennifer, you’ve been doing a very good job.  You’ve become a very good servant.”  Joe began to slowly circle Jennifer as he spoke.

   “Thank you, sir.”  Jennifer stared down with her head bowed demurely like she had be taught but a blush of pride crept across her face.

     “At the rate you’re going, by the time you graduate, you’ll have all your grades worked off.”  Joe trailed his finger tips down Jennifer’s exposed back and caused the young girl to shiver.

     “I’m glad sir.  You’ve been very kind to train me and let me work for better grades, sir.”  Jennifer flushed more as her tender pussy warmed and her nipples hardened.

     When Uncle Joe walked back around to the front of the demure girl he reached up and gave her large, nearly exposed tits a gentle squeeze and cased Jennifer to moan out loud.  “Now, since you’ve told your parents you’ll be staying late to study we have the evening to ourselves.  I wish to be comfortable.”

     “Yes, sir.”  Jennifer gave a sharp nod of her head and walked off into her teacher’s bedroom.

     Joe watched Jennifer walk away, her short skirt swishing back and forth and exposing just the tiniest bit of ass flesh with each step.  When the subservient girl returned he licked his lips at the sight of her massive tits, so large for her build, jiggling in her small bra.

     Jennifer returned with Joe’s robe and began to undress him.  First his shirt, then her shoes, followed by his socks and finally his pants and underwear.  Jennifer helped Joe into his robe and then took his clothes to the laundry so she could wash them later.  Jennifer hadn’t bothered to close the robe to better service him.  As she returned she saw his naked cock, already semi-hard, as well as his chest, torso, groin and thighs.

     Jennifer knelt down and with one cloth covered  hand began slowly jerking Joe’s cock and using her other hand to massage his heavy balls.  As Joe’s cock quickly hardened Jennifer guided it into her warm, open mouth and past her moist lips.  Jennifer closed her ruby red lips around his now hard cock and gripped his waist and began bobbing her head back and forth.

     Joe gripped the back of his tender, young, subservient student to guide her head as he moaned and reveled in the slurping wet sounds coming from Jennifer’s sucking mouth.  Normally he liked a bit more fire in his conquests, but the power he now held over this young girl was intoxicating.  His niece, Jessica Alba, was at his beck and call sexually but by far not nearly as submissive as Jennifer.  But with Jennifer he could play out any sexual fantasy or urge that slid across his mind.  He held complete power over the fresh, young girl.  Well almost complete.  There was still one last lesson.

     As Joe felt his orgasm approach he tapped Jennifer on the top of her head.  “That’s fine for now.  You can start your chores.”

     Jennifer pulled Joe’s cock from her mouth and kissed the velvet head.  Looking up at Joe she quickly and obediently answered.  “Yes, sir.”

     Joe sat down in his favorite chair, his robe still open, as Jennifer brought him a whiskey.  Jennifer made sure she bent at the waist as she placed Joe’s drink on the table beside him.  Joe kissed each of Jennifer’s large orbs as she bent forward and place his whisky down with one of her hands and stroked his cock twice with the other before walking away to complete her chores.

     Joe watched the young girl walk around his house cleaning and straightening up.  He enjoyed watching her fishnet clad legs, her giant breasts jiggling and her round, thong covered ass and pussy every time she bent over.  Every time Joe felt his dick start to soften he snapped his fingers and Jennifer would return, kneel without looking him in the face and suck his cock back to hardness.  This routine went one for over an hour before Joe saw his opportunity to teach Jennifer her last lesson.

     As Jennifer was cleaning Joe’s dining room table she dropped her cloth on the floor and bent at the knees to pick it up.  Standing back up Jennifer went back to cleaning.  Her round ass pointing directly at Joe.

     Joe took a moment to admire the way Jennifer’s thong disappeared in the cock of her soft ass-cheeks as she was bending over.  “Don’t move!  Freeze right there.” Joe barked out.

     Jennifer froze immediately, exactly like she had been taught and fearing what was going to happen next as she heard her teacher rise and exit the room.  She began shivering in a mix of fear and anticipation, cursing herself for forgetting to bend at the waist and not the knees.  A moment later she heard her teacher return.  “I’m sorry, sir.  Truly.  I simply forgot.  It’ll never happen again.”  Tears of shame began to fall from the young girls eyes.

     Joe walked up behind the frightened young girl and removed his robe.  “I’ve gone over this with you again and again, Jennifer.  I guess there’s only one thing left I can do to remind you.”  Uncle Joe dug into the cleft of Jennifer’s ass, gripping the flimsy material of her thong, jerking it off and causing the frightened young girl to squeal out.

     Jennifer shook in fear of whatever was going to happen next.  She desperately hoped it wasn’t another whipping.  Suddenly she felt a cold splash across her naked ass and puckered asshole and a familiar scent filled her nose.  “Lube?” she thought to herself.  “What does he need lube for…?”  “Oh God no sir!”  Ice seemed to run down Jennifer’s spine as she felt Joe place the spongy head of his dick against her virgin asshole.

     “I’ve tried being nice about this.  But if this is what it takes to get you to remember your lessons, then it’s your fault.”  With a quick lunge Joe buried the first two inches of his thick cock into Jennifer’s tiny, tight, puckered asshole.

     “AAAAGGGHHH!!!” Jennifer screamed out as her formally virgin ass was violated.  Jennifer’s massive tit’s spilled from her bra as she was thrown forward, her impressive chest pressed against the hard wood of the table.

     Joe placed one hand in the middle of Jennifer’s back to keep her from moving and his other hand at her hip to steady her as he violated her soft ass.  He pressed inch after inch of his hard, thick, throbbing dick slowly into Jennifer’s ass.  When he had first started fucking his young student he had found out she was a anal virgin.  After deciding to turn her into his own personal sex slave he decided to hold onto her anal cheery for a special occasion.  And now he had one.

     “Oh God Sir!  You’re ripping me apart!  I’ll be good!  I swear!  I’ll never do it again!  Please sir, please.  No more.”  Jennifer was crying at the pain and pressure of her teacher slowly shoving his massive prick into her tight ass.  Her tears fell from her eyes, down her face and made small puddles on the table.

     Joe took his time violating Jennifer’s sweet ass.  He wanted her to feel every painful inch as she slowly raped her round ass.  As Joe finally pushed the last of his cock deep into his student he could feel the heat radiating from her pussy as his cum filled balls pressed against her moist opening.

     Jennifer continued sobbing as Joe released her back and gripped both of her hips and began to slowly pull back.  A small squeak escaped Jennifer’s mouth as she felt another cold splash of lube at the stretched out entrance to her ass.  Joe pushed back inside her and began raping her ass in earnest.

     Joe eventually quickened his pace, his groin making slapping sounds against her jiggling ass-cheeks with each thrust.  As Joe built a rhythm he jerked Jennifer’s torso up by yanking on her hair and causing her to yell out again.  The young girl screamed out in pain as her teacher rode her like a pony.  “Fuck Jennifer.  You got the tightest little ass.  This is it Jennifer.  From now on every time you misbehave, this is what happens.  You understand me.  Bad little girls get a cock shoved up their asses.  Scream if you understand.”

     “Ohgod!  Ahhh!  I understand sir!  I swear I understand!” Jennifer screamed as Joe continued to yank her hair and rape her ass.

     Joe felt himself approaching orgasm with each thrust.  He had turned this beautiful, young girl into a sobbing mess and he was enjoying the power he felt.  Joe released Jennifer’s dark hair and reached both of his hands underneath her to grip and squeeze her dangling jugs.

     “Oh God it Hurts!” Jennifer screamed as Joe squeezed hard on her large tits.  Thrusting into her ass one last time Joe groaned out and came inside her while mauling her sensitive breasts.  Joe’s thick cum filled his student’s ass as he pumped his cock in and out of her tight ass two more times, making sure he drained every last drop.  He released her pendulous tits before smacking her ass and letting her fall forward.

     Jennifer collapsed on the table and then slid to the floor, going fetal and trying to use her hands to cover her painfully throbbing asshole and breasts.

     “Jennifer… Jennifer…”  Jennifer opened her eyes and raised her tear streaked fact up to look at her teacher as he whispered her name.  The sight of her ruined mascara cased a small smile to tug at Joe’s mouth.  “I’m talking to you Jennifer.  Don’t make me punish you again.”

     “N… n… no sir.  Not again, sir.” Jennifer sobbed.

     “Good girl.  Now clean my cock.”

     Jennifer shook as she got to her knees and her hands trembled as she softly grasp the base of her teacher’s not soft cock and began to slowly tug.  Jennifer used her moist tongue to drew in the head of Joe’s sticky prick and sucked it into her mouth.  She used her tongue to cover every square inch of her teacher’s sensitive dick, making sure she got every bit of lube and cum.  Jennifer took the cock from her mouth and used her tongue to clean Joe’s dangling ball sack complete before letting the large orbs swing free.

     When Jennifer was sure she had cleaned him she looked up expectantly.  “You’re… you’re clean s… sir.”

     Joe smiled down at the you girl’s tear stained face.  “Very good, Jennifer.  You may refresh my drink and then get back to work.”

     “Yes sir.”  Jennifer tucked her large, abused tits back into her skimpy bra and straightened her skirt but her underwear was a complete loss so she used the remains to clean off the globs of lube and cum covering her ass and thighs.  Joe had returned to his recliner and sat down completely nude as Jennifer refreshed his drink and began returning to her chores.

     Joe lightly stroked Jennifer’s dangling tits as she bent at the waist to refresh his drink and then went back to work.  He loved the sight of her naked cunt lips peeking out from below her ass every time she bent and snapped his fingers.  Jennifer immediately returned to him, knelt down obediently and began sucking his semi-hard dick.  Joe stroked Jennifer’s tits until her nipples hardened and pleasurable coos to escaped from around his now hard dick.

     Joe tapped the girl’s head and she immediately got up and went back to her work.  He started following Jennifer around the house, stroking the soft flesh of her lush body and building up her arousal.  Joe had raped his servant's ass just a short while ago and now because of his skilled fingers he could see her excited juices running down the insides of her thighs and soaking the tops of her stockings.  Joe continued to follow Jennifer around the house, waiting for her to bend over and as he bent forward to place his wash in the washer he slowly slid one of his talented fingers into her juicy pussy.

     “Ooohhh…” Jennifer moaned as her greedy pussy was penetrated.  Her teacher pulled his finger out to the last knuckle and then kept still, letting Jennifer to began bucking against his finger, using it to fuck herself.  She was ashamed to be so horny for the man that had just raped her but what could she do?  He was her teacher and she belonged to him.

     Joe removed his finger from Jennifer’s wet cunt and licked her juices from his hand.  He love the sound of her moan of disappointment as he let her slide off his finger.  “Finish the last of your chores and meet me in the living room.”

     “Yes, sir.”  Jennifer breathlessly whispered and began straightening up as she heard her teacher leave her.

     Joe moved to the couch and sat down in the middle, wanting plenty of room.  He watched Jennifer enter and then kneel down in from of him with her hands clasp on her lap.  Joe stroked her disheveled hair as he spoke to her, like an obedient pet.  “You did very well tonight Jennifer.  Outside of that one episode, you were nearly perfect.”

     “Thank you, sir.”  Jennifer made sure she kept her head bowed as she spoke.

     “Yes.  Very nearly perfect.  I think you deserve a reward.  What do you think, Jennifer?  Do you think you deserve a reward?”

     “Whatever you think sir.”  Jennifer’s nipples throbbed and her needy pussy sizzled at the thought of getting a reward from her teacher.

     “Yes.  You deserve a reward.  Would you like to cum Jennifer?”  Joe grinned as he continued to lovingly stroke Jennifer’s hair.

     “Yes sir.  I want to cum.”  Jennifer lifted her head up a little as she glared hungrily at Joe’s hard, throbbing cock and licked her lips.

     “And how would you like to cum Jennifer.  Would you like me to finger your wet, little cunt until you cum and then send you home?”  Joe scratched behind Jennifer’s ear before simply leaning back on the couch and grinning.

     “N… nor sir.”  Jennifer was about to scream in frustration.  She needed that cock.  She hungered for it to fill her pussy, the same cock that had raped her just a short while ago.

     “Then what would you like as your reward, Jennifer?”

     “I want you to maul my tits while I ride your cock until explode.”  Jennifer began to unconsciously stroke her thighs as she stared hungrily at Joe’s erect dick.

      “Strip.”

     Jennifer leapt to her feet and quickly stripped off her bra, the movement causing her pale tits to dance around on her chest.  Joe was constantly amazed by how firm Jennifer’s large tits were.  Not a hint of sag at all.  Jennifer pulled out her hair piece and her long, dark, wavy hair cascaded down to just past the middle of her slender back.  With a quick tug of the black bow and a shimmy of her hips Jennifer lost her apron and skirt.

     “Leave the shoes and gloves on, Jennifer.”  Joe said as he took a moment to gaze at Jennifer’s naked body.  His gaze started at her cute little feet encased in her black heels.  Joe’s eyes traveled up to her lean legs and slender thighs wrapped in fishnet stockings.  She kept a bit of pubic hair cut and shaved into a triangle pointing down to the top of her wet, swollen pussy lips.  Joe licked his lips as his gaze went from Jennifer’s wide hips and flat stomach to her slender waist and up to her chest.  Jennifer’s large, succulent tits had stopped jiggling and stood large and proud on her chest as it rose and fell with each expectant breath.  Lastly Joe gazed at Jennifer’s face, her mascara stained eyes were locked onto his hard cock.  “Come get your reward Jennifer.”

     Jennifer lunged at Joe, shoving him into the back of the couch and shoved her massive tits into his face as she climbed onto his lap.  She gripped his rigid dick in one hand and lined it up to the entrance of her dripping cunt while using her other hand to hold his head to her quivering tits.  With a quick downward thrust Jennifer impaled herself on her teacher’s throbbing cock and screamed out in lust.  “OHFUCKYES!”

     Joe gripped Jennifer’s hips as she started to buck against him and wrapped her arms around his head, pulling him tightly against her massive chest.  He loved the fact that just a short while ago he had raped this tender, young girl and now she was so hot and wet for his cock.

     Joe enjoyed the feel of Jennifer’s large tits surrounding his head.  The feel of her soft, warm, sweat slick flesh rubbing against his face as he tried to lick and suck every square inch.  Joe was a little frustrated he wasn’t in control of Jennifer’s swinging breasts but contented himself to being nearly smothered in her heavenly tit flesh.  The was her reward and if she wanted a quick and hard ride then that’s what she would get.  Joe began thrusting his hips upwards in time to Jennifer’s downward thrusts and making the young girl squeal.

     “Yeeesssss…” Jennifer squealed out.  “Suck them!  Suck my tits!  Squeeze them!  Please!”

     Joe smiled in between Jennifer’s stifling breasts.  He slid his hands up from Jennifer’s bucking hips and up her sweat slick back and up her front to her mountainous tits.  He squeezed hard on each fleshy orb as his young student continued to ride him like a horse.  Keeping Jennifer’s bouncing tits steadier, Joe began sucking hard on her erect nipples as he kneaded her heavenly jugs.

     “Yes sir!  Yes!  Thank you sir!  Thank you!”  Jennifer was lost to pure lust.  All that mattered to her was the feel of her teacher’s hands and mouth on her tits and his large cock stretching and filling her burning pussy.  She didn’t care about his teaching her to be his submissive fuck-doll, or his raping her and stealing her anal cheery.  All that mattered to Jennifer was that he was rewarding her for her good work by letting her finally cum.  Later she may feel slightly ashamed that he could turn her on so much, even when he was abusing her.  But she would quickly shake the thought out of her head.  He was her teacher and she needed to make him happy.  Because whenever he was happy he could make her cum.

     All that mattered to Jennifer was the feel of her teacher’s hard cock stretching her tight pussy or filling her warm mouth or sliding in and out in-between her tits.  She loved the feel of his cock, anywhere in her or on her ore even near her.  As Jennifer lurched up and down on her teacher’s cock she would scrap her hot cunt against his groin, stimulating her hard, erect clitty.  The subservient young girl felt her orgasm start to build and began moaning deep in the back of her slender throat as she fucked herself on her teacher’s wonderful, throbbing dick.

     Jennifer slammed her needy cunt down hard on Joe’s erect dick, grinding her clit against his groin and burying his head inside of her massive cleavage and came hard.  Jennifer’s burning, drooling pussy gripped Joe’s throbbing cock as she screamed out in pleasure.  Her juices exploded out of her cunt and covered both her and Joe’s groins, and soaking the couch.  “Fuck Yes!  I’m cumming!  Thank You!”

     As Joe felt his impressionable young student seize in the throes of her orgasm, he bit down on her tender tit flesh as she shot his load into her hot cunt.  Joe’s thick, hot cum filled Jennifer’s gripping pussy, mixing with her juices as she collapsed against him.  Jennifer’s sweat slick body melded itself against Joe’s body and her large tits nearly completely engulfed his whole heard.  Joe continued to lightly suck and nibble at Jennifer’s heaving chest, occasionally causing the you girl to whimper or shudder, and smiled to himself.  The fact that he could actually suffocate in her delicious cleavage amused him to no end.

     Joe stroked Jennifer’s flanks and back before giving her a playfully pat on one of her glistening ass-cheeks.  “Up and at’em Jennifer.  You need to get me cleaned up before you leave.”  Joe would never let Jennifer clean herself up at his house before she left.  He preferred to send her home soiled and cum-streaked.

     “Yes sir, Mr. Smith.” Jennifer breathlessly responded as she began disentangling her nude body from her teacher.  As she lifted her chest she heard one of her nipples “pop” from his mouth and his cum slide out of her well fucked pussy.  She knew her job well:  Run the water, gather the towels and washcloths, dry him completely and then dress him.  She took great pride in the fact that she had never been disciplined for her technique and had often use her large tits to rub and was her teacher.

     “And one more thing, Jennifer.”

     “Yes sir, Mr. Smith?”

     “I think you have finally learned everything I can teach you.”

     “Really sir?”

     “Yes Jennifer.  Tonight you have graduated.”

     “Oh Thank you sir!”  Jennifer hugged her now former teacher.  So proud and so happy to no longer be his student.

     “Now Jennifer.  I’m no longer your teacher.”  Joe patted Jennifer’s back as she continued to hug him with her tits pressed hard against his chest.

     Jennifer quickly released her former teacher in embarrassment.  “No, no.  You’re right.  Sorry.  It won’t happen again.  Master.”  Jennifer nearly skipped off to the bathroom to prepare it for her new master.  She was so excited and proud of herself for graduating from student to slave.

     Joe chuckled to himself as he stood and watched the naked ass of his sex slave.  A sense of pride filled him for a job well done.

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     Eliza Dushku was a young school girl known as a “townie” in a rundown neighborhood in Boston.  She made good enough grades in school, not great but good enough, and was planning to head to a local community college and get out of her shitty life.  She like her friends well enough even though most of them were stoners or worse, but her parents were a whole other story.

     Her family had started out like any other working class family in a low class Boston neighborhood, but as work dried up her parents were forced to work more and more for less and less.  Eliza’s mother had eventually become a prostitute and a crack whore, spreading her legs for whoever had 50 bucks or a big enough rock.  Eliza’s father slowly became a drunk, and a mean drunk at that.  Now whenever he was home Mr. Dushku drank himself into a stupor, yelled at her mother whenever she was home or berated Eliza for anything he could think of.

     When Eliza had come home from school today her father was already there and looked as drunk as usual in his recliner.  Eliza had to endure his insults that she was a prissy little bitch who though she was better than her parents and that she was going to end up a whore like her mother and that as soon as she was old enough they were going to pull her out of school and force her to get a job.  The second her father shut up long enough to get a beer Eliza ran to her room, locked the door and turned her stereo up loud to cover up the sounds of him ranting and raving outside her door.  After beating on her door for 15 minutes and yelling at Eliza to let him in her father left after calling her a “whore and a bitch”.  Eliza quickly started her homework, wanting to keep her grades up, but found it hard to concentrate.  Not because of her dad but because she had a big date tonight.

     Eliza had been going steady with her boyfriend for several months now and had been taking their relationship slowly.  They hadn’t had sex yet but had pretty much done everything else.  She was so scared about getting pregnant and stuck in her neighborhood that she’d insisted and her boyfriend was very patient.  She’d wanted to wait on extra month for her birth control pills to kick in before “going all the way”.  And tonight was that night.

     It was easy to see why Eliza’s boyfriend was happy to wait for a chance to sleep with her.  Eliza had long, dark brown hair and deep, dark eyes.  She had a generous mouth with deep dimples and her hair framed her face in cascading waves.  Eliza had large b-cup breasts that jiggled easily whenever she moved but didn’t sag a single inch.  She had an athletic body with only the slightest hint of baby fat, a taunt abdomen and a small waist with a firm ass and slender legs.  Even though Eliza was a knock out to look at it was her sexy, rasping voice that turned her boyfriend on the most.  He got a hard-on every time she moaned his name.

     Eliza decided she couldn’t concentrate on her homework anymore, she was just too turned on.  Tonight was the night she’d giver herself to her boyfriend.  Tonight she was going to lose her virginity.  Eliza quickly put up her books and stripped naked, throwing her clothes in a pile and taking a moment to look at herself in her full length mirror.  “Not bad.” She thought to herself as she lifted her breasts up and jiggled them at her reflection as she made kissy faces to herself.  She cooed to herself as she pinched her nipples and released her plump tits.  She turned around so she could see herself from behind and looked at her ass.  She gave herself a quick slap and winked at her reflection. “Not to bad either.  Not to bad at all.”  Eliza grinned to herself as she walked away from her mirror and started to pick out her clothes.

     Eliza already knew what underwear she’d be wearing, having shop-lifted them from the local mall’s Victoria’s Secret earlier that week.  Her panties were a dark red, lace thing that was nearly transparent so you could see her bald labia and the little hint of pubic hair right above her slit.  The thong disappeared between her pale ass-cheeks and fit snuggly against her groin.  Eliza’s bra was a push-up bra the same color as her panties and lifted her tits up, making her large b-cups look like moderate c-cups.  Eliza bent over in front of her mirror and watched her bra covered tits and smiled.  “I don’t know how long I’ll be wearing this, but my tits will look fabulous in it.”  Eliza palmed both of her meaty orbs and cooed again.  “I’m so hot I’m turnin’ myself on.”

     It took Eliza a little longer to choose her clothes than her underwear.  Being poor meant she didn’t have a lot of fancy clothes and she was having to make due with whatever she could find.  After trying on nearly everything she owned, which wasn’t much, she finally found what she thought was the perfect outfit for having sex for the first time.

     She wore her good pair of Mary Jane shoes over her thigh high pair of socks with pink stripes at the tops.  She’d settled on the short, nearly white denim skirt that barely covered the tops of her thighs and gave tantalizing glimpses of the pink stripes whenever she moved her legs to far apart.  “I wonder if he’ll want me to keep the socks on when we make love?  I hope so.”  She giggled to herself.  Eliza wore a black leather belt to match her shoes and to help keep her skirt from moving around too much.  “Nope.  Nobody gets to see my thong tonight except my special guy.”  Eliza’s top was a plain, white spaghetti strap t-shirt a size to small to showcase her impressive amount of cleavage and a gauzy light blue shirt over that.

     “God.  I’m wicked hot.”  Eliza said out loud to herself.  “Who wouldn’t wanna fuck me?”

     Eliza ran her hands up and down her young body, smoothing out her clothes and then kept the motions after.  “Oooh, yes.” She whispered  Every since she had decided to lose her virginity Eliza had become a chronic masturbater.  She couldn’t help herself.  Something would strike her as vaguely sexual and she’d have to go and fuck herself.  She masturbated at least four times a day at school and then three or four more times after she got home.  And her weekends had become nothing more that locking herself in her room and spending the whole time with her hand between her legs.  A few times she’d even invited her boyfriend over to watch.  Also, she was embarrassed to admit, she’d even started humping her furniture.  There was literally not a piece of furniture in her room she hadn’t humped and came on.  And only last week she had finger fucked herself until her hand had cramped.

     Eliza bit her lower lip as her hands rose up and began to squeeze her plump tits.  She loved the way the satin bra felt rubbing against her hard nipples and cooed to herself.  She moaned deep in her throat as she closed her eyes and smiled and felt her virgin pussy begin to get wet.

     “Oh shit.” She suddenly blurted out as she released her full tits and quickly pulled her scarlet thong down over her pale thighs and down to her knees.  “Can’t ruing these yet.”  She thought as she pulled her tight skirt up over her wet pussy and pale ass-cheeks, baring her groin.  “Just in case I squirt.”

     Eliza hobbled over to her bet post and placed her drooling pussy against the cool, round. Hard surface.  “Oh baby.  I love you so much.” She cooed, pretending the bed post was her boyfriend’s muscular thigh.  Eliza slowly began grinding and humping her hot cunt against the bed post using one hand to steady herself and the other to palm one of her heaving tits.

     “Ohohohoh…” Eliza began chanting under her breath as she rhythmically humped the bed post.  She licked her lips and tried to raise one of her slender legs up, nearly ripping her thong.

     “Shit!” Eliza gasp as she finally got her leg free and wrapped it around her bed post and began humping harder and harder.  She squeezed her tit harder and harder, freeing them from their red cups, switching between palming the succulent flesh and pinching and twisting her pink nipples.

     “God!  I’m horrible.  I’m gonna be a one man slut.” She thought to herself and grinned.  “I’m gonna wear my sweeties cock out.”  Eliza pulled her t-shirt down, giving her tits more room to sway on her chest and slid a finger on her other hand down to her puckered asshole.  She had discovered she liked having her asshole played with during one of her more adventurous finger-bang sessions but was still a little nervous about the idea of anal sex.  Still, she gathered some of the slick fluids from her pussy and slid her middle finger slowly into her tight ass.

     “Oh yes!  Such a slut.”  She thought she’d eventually learn to love anal sex.  She thought her boyfriend would like to try it.  She thought he would be her first, last and only.  She also thought she was alone.

     Eliza had no idea that her father had drilled small holes in her room so he could watch her.  In the weeks since she had started masturbating, her father had stood outside her room and watched every second of it.  Eliza’s father had went straight to her door after she had locked it and used the hole he had drilled into the door frame and started watching her as she changed clothes.  “Fucking little slut.” He muttered as he stared, bent over spying and jerking his cock.

     Eliza and her mother didn’t know her father had stopped looking for work.  Now he just stayed at home all day waiting for Eliza to get home so he could watch her.  He hadn’t even touched his wife in months due to the idea of fucking her after so many other men made him sick.  But here was his daughter, so young, so fresh, so tight and so ready to fuck.  He had even cut down on his drinking, not wanting to miss a second of jacking off to the sight of his daughter’s nude body.  And what a body she had.  He hadn’t seen a tight body like that in years.

     Mr. Dushku was amazed when his daughter had given up using just her hands and fingers to masturbate with and started just humping her furniture.  “Bitch is like a fucking dog in heat.  Nah.  Not a dog.  Not old enough yet.  Bitch is like a little, horny puppy.” He thought as he watched his daughter raise one of her legs up, free it from her little slut panties and wrap it around the bed post.

     “Fuck, baby.  You are one hot, little young slut just waiting for it, ain’tcha?” Mr. Dushku whispered to himself as he continued to fist his throbbing cock.  The sight of his inexperienced daughter with her panties down around her ankle, her slender leg wrapped around the bed post, the little peek of her juicy pussy, the sight of her ass clenching as she humped against the hard wood and her swinging tits was nearly to much for him.  The last straw was when she reached her hand down and started fingering her little asshole.

     “Fuck it.”  Eliza’s father said as he stood up and quickly stripped his pants off.

     Eliza whispered as she chewed her lower lip with her eyes closed as he approached her orgasm.  “So close.  Almost here.  Almost… mmm… yes…”

     With a sudden bang Eliza was startled out of her daydream of making love to her boyfriend as her bedroom door flew open.  “Fuckin’ slut!  I’ll teach you to think you’re to good for us.!”  Her father yelled.

     Eliza was stunned.  Her father was standing in her doorway wearing just his socks and a dirty, white t-shirt and had a massive erection.  Her father’s cock bobbed up and down for a second before becoming still and pointing straight at Eliza.  “Daddy, whaa…?” Eliza began before realizing what this could mean.  “Daddy No!” she yelled in fear.

     Eliza tried to run for her window to escape but with her leg wrapped around her bed post and her panties around her ankle she tripped.  She landed face down on her bed, her naked ass pointing high into the air and presenting a tempting target for her enraged father.

     Mr. Dushku leapt at Eliza, tacking her and pressing her down flat with his ridged cock sliding up the inside of her thighs.  “Ooowwww Daddy!  No!  Please no!”  Eliza screamed as her father gripped her legs and spread her thighs.  The muscles in Eliza’s legs burned with the pain of her father forcing them so far apart and baring her tiny asshole and gleaming, pink pussy.

     Mr. Dushku pushed the spongy head of his throbbing dick into the hot entrance to his daughter’s pussy.  “This is it you little bitch.  This is what happens to stuck-up little sluts like you.” He whispered into his daughter’s ear.

     Eliza noticed the absence of alcohol on his breath, meaning he was sober, meaning he wasn’t just drunk, meaning her father actually wanted to rape her.  Her heart plummeted at the thought that her own father believed that his daughter deserved to get raped.  “Oh God Daddy no!” she screamed as he lunged over her, thrusting his hard cock deep into her pussy and tearing away her virginity.

     Eliza’s hot pussy was so juicy and wet that Mr. Dushku bottomed out with one thrust, his cum filled balls pressing against her swollen labia.  “Sweet Jesus.  So fuckin’ tight.” Mr. Dushku gasped in surprise.  “Maybe you weren’t a slut like your Ma.  ‘Course, I’m about to change that real quick.”

     Mr. Dushku kept his ridged prick buried inside his daughter’s formally virgin pussy.  He hadn’t felt a cunt this tight in years and none of the girls he had back when he was younger were nearly as hot as his school-age daughter.  He just laid there for a moment and basked in the hot, wet, tightness of his young daughter’s hot body.

     With a quick lurch Mr. Dushku began jack-hammering away into his daughter’s tight cunt.  “Fuckin’ take it you bitch!  Take your Daddy’s cock like the whore you are!”  Every rapid fire thrust caused Eliza to gasp out in pain and her father love every sound she made in her husky, sexy voice.  “Make some noise slut!  You love it and you know it.  Squeal for me.  Squeal for Daddy.”

     Mr. Dushku thrust harder into Eliza’s vulnerable cunt and cause her to yell out.  “Oh Fuck Daddy!  It hurts!  Pleasepleasepleaseplease stop!”  Eliza screamed with tears falling from her eyes, smearing her mascara and staining her sheets.  “Uhuhuhuhuh…” she gasped as her father continued his rapid fire rape of her body.  “How much longer can this last?” she thought to herself, just wanting the assault to end.  Fear coursed through her as she felt a familiar tingle in her pussy.  “No!”  With every thrust her father was forcing her pelvis down onto her mattress, stimulating her clit while his thick cock stretched her tender pussy and rubbed against her g-spot.  With every piston like movement of her rapist father’s angry cock Eliza’s body was responding more and more to the erotic stimuli.

     “Oooohhhh…” Eliza moaned out as she felt her pussy throb in unwanted pleasure.  Her erect nipples rubbing against her sheets were sending electric shocks of pleasure down her spine to her tight cunt which was practically drooling in pleasure.  “Don’t cum, don’t cum, don’t cum…” Eliza pleaded to herself, but she knew already it was going to be a lost cause.  She had been so turned on and already about to cum when her father had burst in that her body was simply responding to any erotic stimuli.  Her body needed to cum.  It craved a cock thrusting into her, even if it was her rapist father’s.

     Mr. Dushku was in heaven.  His daughter’s tight cunt was gripping his cock like a vice, it was the absolutely the tightest he had ever felt.  Mr. Dushku changed his position slightly, rising up more on his knees and raising his upper body slightly.  He gripped his daughter’s long, brown hair and yanked her up off the mattress.  Eliza was now resting on her elbows and screaming out in pain at having her hair pulled.  Mr. Dushku thrust his prick down straighter and hitting Eliza’s g-spot with every thrust.  Not that he cared about the unwanted erotic sensations he was giving his daughter.  All he cared about was reaching up his daughter’s chest and kneading her swaying tits.  Her warm flesh felt like silk in his hand.

     “Oh God!  No!” Eliza screamed.  Her father was molesting her sensitive tits and his probing cock was stimulating her pussy and clit.  Stretching her wet cunt, filling her hot pussy, making her scream out.

     “Oh Fuck.  Nonononononono!” Eliza screamed out as she finally screamed.  Her juicy pussy clamped down on her father’s raping cock and her body spasmed and twitched as her sweet juices covered her and her father’s groins and soaking her sheets.

     “Fuck Yes!” Mr. Dushku yelled out.  He buried his cock as deep inside his daughter’s clutching cunt and came.  Mr. Dushku shot thick load after thick load of cum into Eliza’s pussy, draining his balls and yelling out with a sense of triumph.  “Fuck.  Hell.  God baby.  If I knew you were this good of a lay, I would’a rode your ass years ago.”  Mr. Dushku gave a playful slap to his daughter’s pale ass.  “Even got ya off.  Guess there’s no dick like your daddy’s dick, huh?”  He pulled his no soft dick out of Eliza’s abused pussy with a wet slurp, his and his daughter’s cum draining down onto her ruined sheets.

     As soon as her father’s oppressive weight lifted Eliza curled up in a ball and great racking sobs escaped from her chest as she tried to talk.  “F… fuck… fuck you, you… bastard!”  She pulled her stained bed clothes up to cover her exposed body.

     Mr. Dushku smirked as he used Eliza’s scarlet panties to clean off his and his daughter’s cum.  “Now don’t be like that sweetie.”  He threw Eliza’s panties at her head and began pulling on his underwear and jeans.

     “Fuck… fuck you, you fucking rapist pig!”  Eliza couldn’t tell if she was more upset by her father raping her or the fact she had cum.  “I’ll fucking kill you!”

     Mr. Dushku finished dressing himself and glared at Eliza.  She looked even better crying.  “Ain’t nothin’ more than a slut like ya ma.  I been watchin’ ya for weeks.  Humpin’ yourself up against every piece of furniture that I spent hard earned money for.  Act like a slut, ya get treated like a slut.  Just consider this payment for food and rent, bitch.  I’ll be seein’ you next time ya wanna eat.”  Mr. Dushku chuckled as he turned around to leave.

     “You pig!” Eliza screamed.  “You fucking raped me you fucking bastard!  Your own daughter!”  Eliza leapt up and threw her pillow at her father, her breasts still exposed and heaving as she panted and her father left her room.

     “Like I’m your real father.  Your mother was always a slut.  By the way, no more doors on your room or bathroom, bitch.” Mr. Dushku sneered.

     Eliza’s mouth hung open in shock.  “Not my real father?”  “I gotta get outta here.” Eliza whispered as she collapsed on the bed and cried herself to sleep.  She didn’t even wake up when her father came in hours later during the middle of the night to stare at her exposed body, jacking off and cumming on her slumbering face.

To be continued…

On the day before Christmas you can see two people threading their way through an overcrowded supermarket. One is a man, the other is a woman; he looks to be in his mid-forties while she can't be much older than eighteen. If that is not enough, the similarity of their features and the free-flowing conversation between them clearly marks them as father and daughter. Follow them for a few paces and you will hear him calling her Christina; his name we do not learn, because she simply calls him 'Pa'.

Christina's face is flush with excitement in a way you don't expect to see in a girl over the age of twelve. This is the first time since her parents' divorce four years ago that she gets to celebrate Christmas with her dad rather than with her mom and younger sister. She's always been a daddy's girl, preferring her father's straight and easygoing manner to the roundabout way in which her mother likes to do things, full of hints and implications so you're left to figure out on your own exactly what she is trying to tell you. With her father, she can simply chat away without fear of being misunderstood, because if Pa doesn't understand something, he simply asks.

So she's happily chattering away at his side, commenting on this and that and leaning on his shoulder every now and then, and he is laughing in all the right places and putting his hand around her hips and once, when she compares him very favourably with a fellow customer, he even kisses her on the forehead, making her blush and giggle. In many ways she feels as if the last four years had never happened, feels like the little girl of fourteen years who goes shopping on her daddy's arm, blissfully oblivious to the stresses that are tearing her parents' marriage apart.

Nothing of that matters now; the sad stories are a thing of the past. In the present she is at her father's side, as close to him as decency allows, and they indulge in consumerism, they encourage each other in shoveling things into their shopping cart simply because they like the looks of them or because they've never tried them before. At the peak of their shopping orgy they stand giggling in front of the spirits shelf for five minutes before deciding to buy the most expensive whisky the shop has to offer. "I've heard it tastes like rotten wood," her father says, "but I guess we'll have to see for ourselves."

Giddy with excess and surreality, Christina kisses her father on the cheek.

***

Two hours later, Christina's feelings are still hovering somewhere beyond reality as she undresses in her father's bathroom. The hot water pouring into the tub sends clouds of steam wafting all around her and she has to wipe the mirror with the corner of her towel before she can look at herself. There she is, naked and gleaming, her small nipples taut and dark with excitement, her face flushed with more than heat.

The moment she steps into the tub, she remembers that she has not locked the door. It's hard to tell now if she did that on purpose or not, and she doesn't want to think too hard about it. It's alright, she tells herself as she lies back and lets the warm water embrace her. It's alright.

Ten dreamy minutes later there's a knock on the door. "Everything alright in there?" her father asks.

Christina smiles: a lazy smile that belies the thrill suddenly coursing through her veins. "Sure," she says. "You can come in if you want, door's open."

She is lying supine in the bathtub, with only her head and knees above the water. When her father enters she has moved one hand between her legs in what looks like a protective gesture only at first glance; look more closely and you'll see her middle finger stretching and relaxing at regular intervals, so guess again what she's doing down there. She keeps her eyes on her father as he walks in and sits down on the rim of the bathtub. "Having it comfy there?" he asks, looking her in the eye, his face all gentle love.

"Very," his daughter purrs. "You want to come in?"

"I'd love to."

Christina watches in the cloudy mirror as her father pulls his shirt over his head, revealing a tanned, muscular breast. Then she closes her eyes and lets her hand drift lazily away from where it was, revealing her bush and the dark labia beneath. Let him see, she thinks, her eyes still closed. It's a very particular feeling, that, resting languidly, doing nothing but being seen.

She does not move when his feet break the water, so he has no choice but to make room between her legs. She feels the water level rise over her chin, his feet wriggling past her buttocks and coming to rest on either side of her waist, his fingers, then palms touching her knees and going away again. Then something hard and pointy, a fingernail probably, is softly sliding down the inside of her thigh, and she shivers, electrified.

***

"Wow," Christina breathes, letting out the lungful of air she's been holding for what felt like a thousand heartbeats. She is lying on her back on the bed, glistening with sweat, both her own and her father's who is still upon her, kissing the corners of her eyes and softly grinding his hips between her tender thighs. "Why did nobody ever tell me you're such a great lover?"

"Well," he says, equally out of breath, "I guess it's just one of the things that you don't talk about over family breakfast."

"But why?" his daughter protests. "I mean... why did I waste my virginity on that jerk Giorgio when it could have been like THIS?"

"That's Giorgio as in Lenny's boy Giorgio? Your cousin Giorgio?"

"Yeah, well it seems I've had that incestuous streak in me since the beginning." It's only now that Christina notices how she can't seem to stop smiling, and smiling in the broadest way possible, as she looks up at the patch of ceiling with the occasional wisp of her father's unruly hair protruding into it. "No, don't pull out just yet," she adds, clenching his hips with her thighs to emphasize her point. "Please, Pa, stay just a little longer."

She can feel his member slowly going limp inside her, easing the tension in her labia, but every now and then it still gives a little jerk as if hit by an electric shock, sending an ecstatic shiver all the way from the small of her back to the top of her head. To her relief, her father reverses his previous motion and instead pushes it back in as far as it will go.

"Yeah, well, that guy's really a jerk," her father says. "How old were you?"

"Thirteen. Barely."

"What?" His shock seems genuine, but at the same time Christina can feel his member hardening inside her, turned on by the thought of his barely pubescent daughter getting laid. "I mean, I thought you weren't sexually active until that thing with Carl..."

That thing with Carl, Christina thinks wistfully, when you came to knock on my door in the middle night to ask us if we could go at it a little more quietly, for the sake of your sleep and my little sister's. I was fourteen then, going on fifteen, and you knew very well there was no stopping me.

Now he does pull out, gently and tenderly, without reproach, and Christina closes her eyes once again as she feels her inner labia relaxing, slowly returning to their natural state. With a slow, luxurious gesture she slides one finger over her sweaty belly and between her legs, where she scoops up some of the semen that is drooling out between her labia in gelatinous blobs.

"And you taste better," she says after licking her fingers and relishing the unfamiliar aroma.

Her father smiles down at her gleaming body. "You're rather delicious, too," he says.

***

Wearing only a loose-fitting white shirt, Christina once again looks at her image in the bathroom mirror. Her nipples are still poking out through the thin fabric and she doubts that they'll get any rest as long as she's here, in her father's flat.

Her father is standing behind her, brushing his teeth with animal ferocity, and she flashes him a smile through the mirror. "Did we just actually do this?" she asks, as if awakening from a dream.

"Do what?" he replies, grinning.

Christina runs a hand down her body, over her sensitive breasts and belly down to her flushed thighs below the hem of the shirt. "Fuck like rabbits," she says.

"I think so." He moves one hand down to his crotch, grimacing a little as he cups his testicles. "Certainly feels like it."

"Can we do it again?"

You should see her now as her father sees her, her pink buttocks half-exposed under his shirt, the aroma of her arousal thick in the air. "You mean, like, now?" he asks, for the moment resisting the urge to grab one of these sweet firm hillocks, to slide his hand between them and push a finger up her still-wet pussy to see if she's ready for another round.

"I mean, like, whenever."

"Whenever you feel like it," he says.

His daughter turns around, clasping her hands behind her neck so that the shirt rides up to expose her swollen labia. "I do now."

How I made my mother in law my bitch part 11 ( Karen continued.)

I finally got Karen. She was the one I wanted to fuck the most but I wasn't done with her yet. I was going to get everything I could out of her.. She has been a bitch to her mother since I met her and It was time for her to pay. The next week I went to the school where Karen teaches and I thought I would let someone in on the little show.. I made sure I didn't get seen by anyone when i went into the principals office to talk to him..

 I am sure he has had his share of pussy but if given the chance I am sure he would want some of Karen as well.. After talking to him for a few minutes I was sure he wasn't on the up and up if you know what I mean. I was taking a chance but I hinted a few things that he might figure out.. He wasn't sure what to think. Not knowing if I was a cop or someone at the school board so I figured it was time to show him the video I made of Karen.. Right away you could see his hand reach to his pants as I was telling him the situation she was in.. He started paying a little more attention to what I was saying. He watched the video a couple times when I told him my plan.. I told him to save the video and call her in.. I told him I am sure she would do anything to keep that video out of the school board room or her boyfriends eyes and he agreed.

 While showing him the video his secretary called him and told him there was a girl by the name of Linda there for her appointment.. He looked at me for a minute and said for me to go hide in the room behind the other door for a minute. As I stood behind the door I waited a couple minutes before I heard some talking in the room..

When I looked inside the room this cute little high school girl was on her knees giving the principal a blowjob. I got hard in an instant watching when he told her to get up and bend over the office desk.. She did just that and in one motion he lifted her uniform and moved her in my direction so I could get a good look at her ass. Holding her like that I watched as he moved in behind her and started to fuck the young schoolgirl.. When he was ready to cum he pulled out and had her turn around before she had her swallow his whole load. When he was done I heard him tell her he will see her next week for her next lesson. When she left I went back in the room and he said straight up.. He said as you can see I can get all the pussy I want but it isn't about that.. Its about the power I have to make them do anything I want to.. I told the last girl I would get her into the university of her choice. When I heard the choice I made a couple phone calls and its a done deal.. She will be fucking the dean there as well.. But he was excited at the prospect of adding Karen to his little web. He hold me how he would think of fucking her when his cock was buried in a student or a couple other teachers in the school.. So I made him a deal..

I told him I wanted some of his schoolgirl action in trade for the video I showed him. He said we had a deal and knew just how to make it work.. He told me to be there again same time next week. With that I left

  When the day had ended he called Karen over the pa system for a meeting.. She was looking good when she walked into his office. Tight pink sweater with a knee-high skirt. She had already changed into her knee-high boots only adding to the excitement he had in his pants.. He told her he wanted to show her something and to come around to his desk.. When she leaned over the desk he put his hand on her leg and started to caress it.. She backed away fast and told him to never touch her again.. He stood up grabbed her by the back of the hair and told her to shut the fuck up bitch and dragged her over to his desk again where he proceeded to press play on the laptop. She stood there frozen in horror. She turned away when he grabbed her by the hair again and told her to not fucking move. He looked at her and said this movie is going to give me what I want when I want you got that? She was crying and he said it again You got that? Karen nodded her head and he said good now that you know where you stand.. If you are good and do what your told I will never bring it up the the school board and you will be able to keep your job you got it? Her crying nodding head said yes.. Now good I want you to bent over the desk and let me look at that pussy of yours .. His cock still had the taste of the young schoolgirl from earlier in the day when he changed his mind and had Karen get on her knees and suck his cock..

   He was loving the power he had over Karen now when he noticed the janitor looking in the window from the other room. He motioned for him to come in and told Karen to not make a move and to keep sucking his cock.. When the janitor came up behind Karen the principal had her get off her knees and laid her on the desk on her stomach. She started sucking his cock again when she felt the janitor lifting her skirt.. The principal told her if she knew what was good for her she better not turn around and he grabbed her arms and held her down. The janitor spit on his hand and forced three fingers into her pussy before he grabbed his 9 inches of thick cock and guided it into her with one push.. He started thrusting his cock in and out of her pussy stretching it to its limit all the while her mouth still held the principals cock tight. It wasn't long before he filled her pussy with his load and she just laid there on the desk knowing she had been beat.. Karen had no choice but to listen to her boss. A couple minutes later he got on his intercom to his secretary and requested she called someone to his office.. Right away Karen started to cry and beg no to him..

“You cant let him see me like this “

He grabbed her face again and said I make the rules around here you bitch and your job is in my hands now I say what you will do what you will wear and wherever I want you you will be there.. Within a couple minutes Dave walked into the office and he said well Dave for a great game Friday night here is your trophy..

Damn Miss you have any idea how many guys jack off thinking about you. Who knew you were a fucking slut.

. I'm not David you cant do this to a teacher..

 Watch me Miss..

 With that he lowed his pants and started to fuck her from behind. It wasn’t long before he wanted her to turn over so he could see her face.. When the principal told her to turn over she was in tears. Here she was laid out on the desk with a students cock in her.. When she looked back at the principal he was taking pictures as she begged him not to.. Well Karen you fucking another man is one thing but to get caught fucking a student well now Karen that’s prison for you. I guess you can say you belong to me now don’t you. Karen nodded her head just as David was pulling out and Cumming all over her face.. He told the principal he wanted copies and was told you know the rules David I let you fuck them but you don't get the picks.. Now get out of here and go get ready for next weeks game..

Later that night I went over to my mother in laws house and we talked for a while.. I asked her what's her most fucked up fantasy.. She said she wanted my wife to eat her pussy I told her that could be arranged.. She got all excited when I dropped by that night.. I had her sucking my cock while I sat in her husbands computer chair and she wanted me to tell her all about my plan.. As I started telling her what I had planned she was fingering herself to orgasm. Right when I stood up and was about to cum on her face the door opened and in walked.

To be continued.

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A man gets all he has ever dreamed for with his three different sluts. He is married to one, one is his office slut and the other is his mistress.

Before I begin you should know that I am a man slut. I regularly sleep with 3 or so regular woman and have over 50 sexual partners in my life, I am only 23 years of age. 
     Firstly I am a submissive 'sex slave' to my owner Amber, she is relatively short but makes up for it in strictness and her strong feisty nature, she has a fairly small pair of tits and a rather plain ass but the ferocity and the imagination that goes into our weird bedroom scenarios is purely outstanding, she is a gothic looking girl with shoulder length black and a tongue ring (she also has nipple and clit piercings but that comes later in the story). We enjoy bdsm together and she plays out a lot of my fetishes including spit and feet. I worship her and she rewards me in her own special ways! Although she is great, I must remember I am only there to meet her sexual urges and while our sex is hot, we lack passion and connection.
  The opposite of my owner is my wife; yes I am married, happily married at that! My gorgeous Chloe for 12 years, she is cute, blonde and very loveable! She knows I sleep around and she is fine with it, she occasionally sleeps with other men too, but not quite as much as I get around. We have a great marriage and are very happy with our terms! This relationship is where all my passion and love is. Me and Chloe slowly fuck and pleasure each other and at nights we often end up snogging for hours on end, falling asleep in each other’s arms.
   Next Is my office slut Chelsea, she is around when I need a release at work, I enjoy taking her up her asshole and we often fuck in my office on a near enough daily basis. She has light brown hair and a slim figure with nice perky tits and a great juicy ass, she dresses very provocatively and often comes to work in very enticing clothes! I like Chelsea as a friend too; she is a down to earth girl who is fun to be around. There are two sides to her, Chelsea my friend and colleague and also a convenient extra hole to fuck whenever I wish! What more could a man want?
   I live in a small town just outside of Baltimore, you can’t complain about it, it has everything I feel I need and it’s not a long drive to the centre of Baltimore anyway. A typical day for me begins at 7.30 when I wake up with my gorgeous Chloe in my arms. Me and Chloe have one rule and that is that no random sluts ever sleep in our bed, our bed is purely for me and my wife, nobody else is welcome thank you! Anyway I get out of bed and get ready for work, I like to Shower with my wife, and we do a lot of things together like that, seeing as we don’t see much of each other in the day when we are both at work. Our showers end up making us just as dirty as we were when we entered the bathroom! Anyway I drive to work, I park in my usual spot, I go to my usual office, I get brought my usual coffee, I like to live in a routine(except my sex, my sex is wildly different each and every time).
I work for a Law firm, filing papers, shredding documents etc. etc. My job is not glamorous but it pays the bills and that’s what matters.
At around 11 I normally get a little frisky and have some play time with my slut Chelsea. We also greet in the same way, we smile at each other and hug. Then I slide my tongue into her mouth and enjoy tasting her sexy mouth, I then slide my hands down the back of her skirt and grip her lovely ass with my hands and have a feel, sometimes I slip a finger up her asshole and she gasps. We know how to turn each other and get the most out of the experience. We manage to have the wildest sexual experiences in my office and have never once been caught. All the lads in the office know it goes on, they worked that out years ago! Mine and Chelsea’s favourite thing to do is Anal sex which is my main sexual passion, my mistress owner would never let me near her asshole and my wife and I have tried it but she didn’t fully enjoy it so it is a rarity in our bedroom. Most of my anal adventures go down with Chelsea who is an absolute anal queen!
  Last week we got no work at all done, she was sat in my office in stockings and a bra grinning at me when I walked in, she seductively walked over and put her arms around me and stuck her tongue in my mouth, she tasted of cunt, I later found out she had licked Polly (the receptionist) out before I had even got into work, wow she gets a lot done in a day! Anyway she dived down on me pushing me to the floor, all the while still kissing me. She violently threw her ass onto my already throbbing cock and fucked me for around 12 minutes, after this I could take no more and finally emptied my cock into her warm slutty asshole. I grinned and kissed her before making my way down to her ass with my mouth, I smiled as I kissed her asshole and licked out her very own mixture of warm sweat mixed with my cum.
The smell of her slutty abused asshole filled me with delight and my manhood once up again rose up in appreciation of her scent. Chelsea saw this and instantly looked at it with excitement and lust. She instantly threw herself at my cock and cleaned all of her ass juices off of it with her loving tongue whilst I was still enjoying tasting her asshole in the 69 position.  We fucked all day and eventually collapsed into each other’s arms exhausted. I smiled at her and passionately snogged her, tasting a combination of her gorgeous spit, my cum and once again her own abused asshole. We got no work done that day and pledged to catch up tomorrow (which did not happen but that’s a different story).
 I picked up my bag and left Chelsea in the office, I think she was working late that night or something.
  I got home to a nice meal awaiting me, this is what makes Chloe so special, she cares for me and loves me, as I love her. We ate our meal and cleared away the dishes; you don’t need to hear about the boring stuff. When we were ready we decided to snuggle down in the lounge and watch a film. I think the film was ‘Tropic Thunder’ or something similar. I was sat on the end of the sofa and she was lied across me , looking beautiful as ever. Halfway through the film I caught a whiff of her sock.
‘’Wow Chlo, you’re feet are smelling pretty fresh’’ I said to her jokingly. She winked and laughed ‘’Plenty more where that came from’’ whilst pushing her socks into my face. I smiled as I inhaled (in my opinion) the greatest smell in the world, along with girls sweaty armpits and the smell of a freshly fucked ass. We didn’t see much more of the film from then on, we fooled around a bit and kissed each other endlessly. I ended up licking out her cunt for a while until she squirted on my face; she returned the favour by wanking me off with her feet. I was in a feet kind of mood that day! We went to bed and snuggled into each other before eventually falling asleep.

At 1 o’clock in the morning I woke up to my phone vibrating, It was a text from my owner Amber.
It read ‘WHERE THE FUCK WERE YOU TODAY BITCH xxx’. I gulped. Even though I knew she wasn’t angry with me, I knew I would be punished when I next saw her.

This is the first story I have ever wrote. I would appreciate feedback in the comments, Part 2 coming soon if anybody requests it, please be critical but constructive.