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chapter-1
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Claire has been made to take work experience at “Titcage”, a lobby organisation created to degrade women. The work and its requirements are slowly degrading Claire and, in stages, turning her into the kind of slut they want.
As they always say payback is a bitch
Current Situation – Facts later
A driver has an experience he will never forget
Is this the beginning of a new relationship between Johnathon and his father?
Two young guys return with two friends.
It was a cool night and I had decided to take a bike ride just before
sundown. I got my leathers on and fired up the Harley. She sounded great.
It was loud due to the custom drag pipes and I sat there for a few
minutes listening to that strong deep thump in the motor.. I put it in
gear and took off.
I rode for hours and I was somewhere in the country. The sun was just
about to set when I figured I’d better get gas. I spotted a Texaco
station so I headed for it. I pulled up to the pump, got off the bike and
grabbed the gas hose. As I started to fill the tank I looked across the
lot to the other pumps and I could see a beautiful young woman putting
gas in her car. She looked to be about 19 to 22 and she had long blonde
hair that seemed to glow as the suns rays shined down through it. She was
wearing a dress that was tight and showed every curve of her shapely
young body. She looked like some kind of an aerobics instructor or
college ball player or something. My eyes followed the curves of her
perfectly shaped ass down to a pair of long, tanned sexy looking legs. As
she stood there at the back of her car, she would move impatiently
waiting for the tank to fill. Each time she moved I could see the sweet
curve of her round ass under that dress. I was starting to fantasize
about her and me when I noticed that I had completely filled my tank but
I couldn’t take my eyes off of her so I left the gas nozzle in my tank
acting like I was still getting gas.
In my mind I started to undress her. Slowly. Very slowly.. Picturing what
the body under that dress looked like. Oh God…. I was getting a hard on
thinking about this woman. Something about her was driving me wild. I
couldn’t stand it. Suddenly, as if she could hear my thoughts, she turned
and look right at me. My first instinct was to turn my eyes in another
direction. But I couldn’t. I continued to stare…
She turned back around and finished pumping her gas. Then she walked
around to the driver door, got in and started to drive off. I watched as
she pulled out of the parking lot driveway and headed down the street.
Good-by sexy, I thought to myself. I replaced the gas hose and got on the
bike. I headed out onto the street and opened the throttle. The night air
hit me in the face and it felt great. November days in Florida are still
warm but the nights are nice. The air is cool with just the right amount
of wetness to really open your eyes. I rode on still thinking about this
sexy blonde woman from the station. I started to slow down and prepare to
come to a stop when I saw the traffic light up ahead turn red. I got to
the light, stopped the bike and waited. I lit a cigarette and stared at
the light. As I looked at the red light, I could still picture the woman
in the dress.
I started getting hard again….. I should of said something to her, I
thought to myself…. Too late now. But that’s just like me. A day late
and a dollar short every time.
As I sat there thinking about her and that beautiful ass, a car pulled up
beside me at the light. I was in my own fantasy world thinking about the
girl so I really didn’t notice the car or the driver. A sexy voice broke
me out of my fantasy saying, I saw you looking at me at the station. Did
you like what you saw? I turned and it was her. She was smiling at me and
waiting for me to answer her. I loved every minute of it, I replied back
to her. She said, I love Harleys and older men and I would love to get a
closer look at both. I told her that I was heading home to put it up for
the night. She said, can I follow you to your house to look at the bike a
little closer? I said, if you want to. I just live a few miles up ahead.
She followed me all the way home and pulled into the drive way. I got off
of the bike and walked over to her car. I opened the door for her. I
watched as she turned in the seat to get out. As she turned, her legs
spread apart, and her dress opened up revealing her crotch. She didn’t
have on any panties. I could see that she had a nice clean shaved pussy
and I could feel my cock getting hard again. Instead of getting out of
the car, she just sat there with her legs spread apart. Suddenly I
realized that I was staring at her pussy and pulled my eyes away and
raise them to look at her face. She was smiling at me. You like what you
see don’t you, she asked. I just smiled. My name is Gean she said and she
raise her arms up as if she wanted me to help her from the seat. I
reached down, grabbed for her hands, but instead of getting out of the
car, she reached up, grabbed the back of my head and pulled me down to my
knees. She pulled her dress back to expose her clean smooth shaved pussy
to my hungry eyes. She reached over, put her hands behind my head and
said, go on baby. Taste it. I know you want to. She pulled on the back of
my head and brought my lips to her pussy. It was hot and very wet.
I didn’t hesitate for a moment. My tongue snaked it’s way between her
lips and into her opening. She tasted good. It was a sweet taste. That’s
it…. cum I thought. She had cum on herself knowing that I was watching
her. I continued to lick between her lips and suck on her clit. She got
wetter and wetter. By now her juices were making a small puddle on the
vinyl seat. I ran my finger into the liquid on the seat and got it good
and wet. I felt for her asshole. It was tight. Very tight. I thought to
myself, I bet she has never had anything in there before. So as I
continued to lick her pussy, I inserted my finger into her ass. I felt
her pull back trying to get away from my finger.
I couldn’t take it anymore. I took my face away from her snatch and
grabbed her hand. I said come on inside before one of my neighbors call
the cops on us. We ran inside and barley made it through the door when
she turned around and ripped the dress off. She was beautiful. Her body
was tight, thin and so fuckin sexy. I didn’t take too long to examine
her.
I grabbed her and pulled her to the floor. My mouth zeroed in on her firm
erect nipples. I lightly bit one nipple while my fingers pinched on the
other. My mouth slid off of her tit and my tongue began to make a trail
down her stomach heading towards that sweet little tight snatch. It
didn’t take long for my mouth to reach that sweet tasting hole again.
Soon my face was buried between her lips and her firm thighs were
pressing tight against my ears. I could feel her legs trembling against
the side of my face and I knew that it wouldn’t be long before she would
be cumming. I sucked her clit between my lips and pulled on it while my
finger found it’s way to that brown little hole below. It was wet from
her pussy juice and begging for my finger to come inside. So without
hesitation, I rammed my finger deep into her ass. I felt her whole body
tighten up and she began to spasm. Her legs clamped around my face like a
vice. She let loose a flood of her hot cum and it splashed across my face
like water from a garden hose….
She screamed out loud…….Ohhhhhhh God……. Oh Jesus…….. Her
voice trembled as the cum spurted from her pussy.
Her whole body was shaking. I held tight and tried to suck up every drop
of her juices. Then, her body went limp. Her thighs fell open to each
side. Slowly her feet slid down until she was just laying there. Flat on
the floor. Sweating and breathing heavy. I raised up on my knees between
her legs and said, come on now baby…. We’re not done yet. Now it’s my
turn.
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It was another one of those holiday parties that my friends invite me to because I’m now single again. I tried to get out of it, but, they came and picked me up. I really wasn’t going to go. I was told it was a semi formal party. God how I hate wearing a tie. So, since they came and got me I dressed down to where I was comfortable; jeans, a nice shirt; well clean any way; since I refuse to wear a tie I grabbed a bolo. Grabbing my hat and out the door I went, kicking and screaming.
Once there I grabbed a long neck and sat on the hearth in front of the fireplace. Where I could get a good look at who was coming into the room, without being too obvious about it. Brooding over my beer not being happy at all that I was there to be setup yet again, by my friends. They had invited a few single women there to meet me, of course, but I wasn’t in the holiday spirit, until you walked in. Throwing back my head to swig down the last of my current bottle, I saw you enter the room. I about chocked on it. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.
Your dark hair was up, done very nicely, with curls down each side of your cheeks. Gorgeous brown eyes, lips red as rubies, and a slinky floor length red dress trimmed in gold, with a slit up your left leg to your mid thigh. You were like a breath of fresh air walking into the room amid the stuffed suits, and “holiday festive” wear the other women were wearing.
I walked up to the bar and picked up another long neck and a glass of white wine for you. Walking over to you I introduced myself and asked if the wine was OK. You said you would rather have my beer instead. I gave it to you ditching the glass of wine on a passing tray. We went back to the bar and I picked up another beer.
You made a comment about me being dressed down. I explained that I really wasn’t going to come tonight but, I’m friends with our hosts and they came and picked me up. So I dressed the way I wanted. Whether anyone else liked it or not, with a grin on my face. I commented on how beautiful you looked tonight. You told me that you were here with a girl friend and her date. A fifth wheel of sorts.
About that time I just leaned over and gave you a long sensuous kiss. I just had to do it. I couldn’t resist any longer. We both went flushed in the face when we broke apart. I asked if you wanted to go somewhere less formal. We can sneak out and I don’t think anyone would really notice us not being here. I know I didn’t drive but, I have access to the hosts limo. Anyway, they won’t miss it until this party is over and that will be hours from now. We went to bid our hosts a good-bye. He told me to take his limo for as long as we needed for the evening. Just have the driver to drive us around a bit. Then we found your friend and her date. We ditched the party all together.
At the limo the driver opened the door for us, you got in and I just told the driver to drive us around for a bit. I’ll let him know when to take us to my place. Then I followed you into the back of the limo. I sat next to you, my arm around your shoulder. You looked at me and returned the kiss from earlier. You lifted your left leg up and over my legs. My hand reached over and started caressing your bare thigh. You let out a light moan with my touch.
Our lips separated as you pulled your head back staring into my pale blue eyes. You asked how long we had use of the limo. I told you for as long as we wanted to use it. You leaned back over and placed your head on my neck and started to nibble on my ear. I felt a moist tongue, ringing around my ear, with a whisper that your tongue wasn’t the only thing that was moist and wet. I reached for you and untied the bow at the back of your neck, releasing the top of your dress, I pushed you back up a bit as you shifted your body to be straddling my lap. Taking down the top of your dress revealing the two beautiful mounds of flesh of your breasts. I pulled you back towards me as I started to use my mouth and tongue to play with your nipples. You squealed with delight and pulled my head tighter to them. My hands helping to kneed them. Driving us both wild with passion and desire. You pushed me back into the seat and leaned over and whispered for me to relax and enjoy the ride. You then continued to kiss and nibble down my neck. Your mouth made it down to start opening my shirt, you then realized that my shirt had snaps instead of buttons. Sitting up with a devilish grin, you ripped open the snaps of my shirt and your mouth dived for my nipples. I moaned in approval as your tongue and mouth worked their magic across both.
Slowly you started to move down to my jeans. Here your hands helped too, to open my button fly. Finding my cock already hard, your hand pulls my jeans and underwear down to my ankles. You let out a small chuckle of glee, while your mouth takes control sucking and licking the head and shaft. On down to suck my balls, your tongue moves up and down across everything. Even flicking around my ass. Which drove me wild. After several minutes of letting you have your way I pulled you up to me. Kissing you deeply, forcing my tongue to fight its way into your mouth. Flicking about with your own. I unzip your dress and remove it from your now naked body.
Your pussy now dripping wet, you straddle me, taking hold of my cock, you slowly lower yourself upon it. You’re very tight, as my cock enters your pussy. Its juices run down my shaft before even being fully inserted into you. You just sat there grinning down at me. I started to move my hips, and you slapped my face hard, telling me to just wait, you wanted to savor the feeling. I tried again this time you slapped me harder, giving me a devilish look.
Slowly you started moving your hips, in a circular motion. You sat up straighter on me. I reached up to grab your breasts in my hands to knead. You again, slapped me telling me you really want to enjoy my cock in your pussy with no distractions. You will be very happy if I can do this. With my face stinging from your slaps, I lean back into the seat and let you enjoy your ride.
As were being driven around town, behind the dark smoke colored glass of the limo, you start to moan more and more, as your hips start to buck more wildly on my cock. Eventually you put your hands on the back of the seat just above my shoulders, moaning loudly, you shove a nipple into my mouth, yelling at me to finish you off. Suck you tits and finish you off. I finely reach up and grab your back and pull your tits deeper into my mouth. Sucking and nibbling on them. Running my tongue all around them. Suddenly I felt a warm gushing stream against my groin. As your orgasms racked your body you squirted all over me. You leaned down to my ear panting from your orgasm, breathlessly you tell me to cum with you. I start to thrust my cock into your wanting pussy. More liquid warmth escapes you, your body is shaking and shuddering, I tell you I cumming. You want to fill your pussy with it. I do as you command, my orgasm erupts deep in you pussy. Your body continues to spasm as I finish pumping my load into you. You whisper in my ear that you really want more than just my cum in you wet pussy, as you collapse there on top of me panting and sweating.
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Jeannette picks her first person
My sister is a vegan and she just wont shut up about it. Here is a little fantasy that i would love to do
It had been a few days since Daddy and I had been able to fool around. I was so horny for him that I wanted to rape him every time I saw him, but Mom was usually around and I know she would freak out at the minimum if she knew what we did. I did take every opportunity to tease him though. One day we were all making dinner together and I made sure to rub against him a little every time we passed each other and I rubbed his crotch with my hand a couple of times when I was sure Mom wasn’t looking. One day while he was watching TV and mom was in the office working on something for work I sat down next to him and grabbed his hand and slid it up my skirt and let him play with my naked little pussy while I stroked him through his jeans. He managed to work one of his thick fingers up my juicy hole and fingered my wet cunt. It felt great, I continued to rub his cock back and forth while he shoved his finger in and out of me on the couch. I came so good it was hard to stay quiet and not scream out so that Mom might hear.
As soon as I came down from my climax I heard Mom stirring from the other room and quickly got up and headed to my room without being able make Daddy cum. I heard her talking to Daddy as I was walking off and I thought she was telling him she was going to bed. I got to my room and flopped into my chair and pulled something up on the computer to occupy my time. I had just pulled open the web browser when my Mom poked her head in and told me she was off to bed. I replied with a nod and she told me she loved me and headed to her room. I didn’t know what to do. I wanted to go back to the living room and play with Daddy some more, but I didn’t wanna chance Mom waking up and seeing us or something. I decided to catch up on Facebook and waste some time while I thought and let Mom get into a deeper sleep.
After about forty-five minutes I was all caught up and didn’t hear anything in the house but the TV. I poked my head out of my room and listened in the direction of my parents room and I heard the sounds of my Mom sleeping soundly, then I heard a snort and grunt from the living room along with the quite sounds coming from the TV.
I quietly tip-toed into the living room and found my dad asleep on the sofa in front of the TV. I glance down and noticed that he had a huge hard-on. He rocked and snorted again and then rubbed his hand down his crotch and along his erection and muttered “Rosie ugghnn”. I couldn’t stop myself, I moved his hand gently aside and unbuttoned and zipped his pants and freed his erection and slowly started stroking it up and down with my small hand and with the other I caressed his heavy balls then leaned forward and started kissing and sucking them into my mouth and rolling them on my tongue. I started kissing up his shaft and then when I got to the head I impaled my mouth with his thick meat smoothly. I began bobbing my head up and down on his shaft while I continued to caress and tease his balls with my other hand and he started moaning and stirring a little.
“Aahh, Rosie” I heard and I looked up and he was looking down at me watching as I sensually sucked his cock in and out of my mouth. “You were such a tease earlier, that wasn’t nice.”
I pulled his cock from my mouth and began stroking it and said “I know Daddy, I’m sorry, but I was just so horny. I’m making it up to you now though aren’t I?” Then I started licking and sucking his balls for him again.
“Well it’s a start, but what if I want something else?”
“What is it that you want Daddy? I’ll give you whatever you want you know.”
“That’s a good girl. I think I want more of that sweet little pussy of yours. You wanna come up here and ride Daddy’s cock?”
“You know I love your cock inside me, but what if Mom wakes up.”
“She’s out, she said she was taking some PM medicine for a headache she got in the office, so she won’t be up till the morning,” he said and then he grabbed me by my shoulders and hoisted me up. “Now come up here and sit on Daddy’s lap, I wanna fuck my baby’s wet little pussy.”
“Ooh Daddy,” I cooed and grabbed hold of his cock and lined it up with my dripping cunt while i lowered myself down onto him.
I braced myself on his strong shoulders while I bounced up and down on his cock and ground it deep into my young little hole. He filled me up so completely that every inch of my little pussy was being stimulated by his rigid meat. He reached up and started pinching and teasing my little nipples with one hand while the other was cupping my ass and toying with my puckered little asshole.
He leaned me back and bent over and took one of my nipples in his mouth and teased it was his tongue and shoved a finger a little ways into my ass and sent me over the edge again. I ground down onto Daddy and moaned deeply into his neck to try to keep quiet.
In one fluid motion he stood up carrying me up with him and spun around to lay me on my back on the couch with him over me and started pounding away at my tender little cunt. He was about to cum and I could tell it was gonna be a good one, so I wanted to see if I could get off with him.
“Oh yeah, fuck me Daddy. Ram you cock deep into my little cunt and fuck your daughter good… Ooh Daddy,” I cooed into his ear. I could feel his cock swelling with his building orgasm and it sent a rush through my body as I felt yet another one building within my pussy. “Fuck me Daddy, cum deep inside me and make me cum. Fill my young pussy with you sperm Daddy, Oh fuck me and don’t stop……” I felt his cock erupt with cum and I felt myself pushed out of my body with the intense climax surging through me as my Daddy flooded my pussy with his sperm.
“Wow Daddy, that was amazing. I think your leaking out of me, you came so much.”
“I know. We better go clean up and you need to get to bed.”
“Yes sir,” I said with a pout and got up and headed to my room while he followed behind me to his bathroom.
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As always I must preface this story by stating that I am now in my 50Â’s, but my realization that I am gay started at an early age. Both prepubescent and pubescent and will be told from my perspective at that time they occurred but they made me the man I am today. I am sorry if any of my stories offends you. I hope they will not only arouse you but give you a sense of understanding of the human urges and wants of this gay male. Enjoy! AmoreÂ’ DolceÂ’
Meranda starts a new job at a retirement home for wealthy elderly folks. She gets a little more than she bargained for on her first day though…
My first foray into erotic non-fiction. Although its been three years so I took some liberty on detail and dialogue. Go easy on me, guys 🙂
Young schoolgirls need Daddy’s relaxation method
This is not a true story…too bad for me :/
my skin still crawls with the memory of this one, but it is still interesting
My man Roger and I have had sexual adventures that many people would be envious of: some incredulous of even.
Around once a month I love having a second man to pleasure me and before I pleasure him while my man watches, and often he will pleasure my man: oral sex only – no intercourse is the rule.
Genie emerges from a dark green bottle and expertly supplies every sexual vice that Tony Nelson craves.
A teamate and I get down and dirty…
This one has been a fantasy of mine for the long time. I wanted to try writing a dialect to see if I could be consistent with it. The answer is… not quite, but I think I smoothed things over in the editing. Sit back and enjoy. As always, I welcolme whatever you want to post. Although maybe try and comment something with a bit more meaning than “I Like Potatoes” (as someone recently did on another story of mine)
THE TURNING POINT
it all started when my wife said why dont you invite mick and his famly along on our holiday ok i said i’ll give him a phone.Sure he said we can sleep in the awning(we were in a caravan)so off we went.It was a very long hot summer and we settled down to a easy holiday rotine.I had known mick and his famly for twenty years and had seen his children grow up,there was carol (14) and vikky (15) and his wife anne(40).As i was lounging about i started to notice the girls and the way they dressed.Carol was a natural blond average size with small(about a handfull) tits slim body and small arse with long legs ,her sister was taller and took after her mother with shoulder lenth brown hair ,a slim body with loverly large tits long legs and a bum to die for,
The girls liked to go around with just baggy t-shirt and tight shorts on and no bras,so you can gess after a few days i had pretty mutch seen their tits every time they bent down.One night we all went down to the pub lots of drink was drunk and by the time we left mick&anne were well drunk and carol couldn’t walk.Give vikky a hand with carol while see to our kids and mick&anne said my wife so with me on one side and vikky on the other we all set off for the van.
The way i had my arm around carol i couldn’t help but keep brushing against her left tit and soon found her nipple was erect (well it was cold) plus vikky keep brushing against my hand with her tit as well,as we passed the toilets mick shouted back “take her to the loo incase she wants to be sick”so we peeled off to the toilets.Standing at the ladies door i said “on you go ,give me a shout when your done”.You’ll have to come i cant hold her on my own theres a lock on the inside of the door to keep anyone out vikky said.Once we were in and the door locked i was holding anne over the loo for five mins then laid her on the floor on her back,vikky was stood watching “it must be cold in here” she said “look at her nipples sticking through her shirt” and right enough there was two little bumps where her nipples were.Vikky knelt next to carol “do you like her size or mine”whith that she pulled up carols top exposing a small set of tits with nipples fully erect and hard “go on said vikky have a feel”i placed my hands on carols tits and gently massarged them carol let out a small moan ,when i looked up vikky had taken her top and bra off to show her large tits with large pink nipples she moved up to me “now feel mine and compare”,I cupped them in my hands they were heavy but firm she threw her head back and closed her eyes,i drew them to my mouth and gently sucked them it was bliss she then pulled away “and pulled down carols pants her small pussy bearly covered by pubic hair for all to see,Which one would you rather fuck she said taking down her own pants her pussy a lot better developed “yours” i said .
Well tough if my dad found out he would kill us however it dos’nt mean we cant have fun,she squatted over her sister and undid my zip taking out my erect cock slowly sucking while feeling my balls the other hand slowly pushing a finger into her wet pussy.Our moans filled the room untill with a shudder she came dripping down on to her sisters titsthen she wanked me off untill i cum all over her sisters tits also. While i cleaned myself up she bent over and began to lick our cum up off her sisters chest it was almost enough to give me a hard on .After we cleaned up we carried carol to the caravan and all turned in for the night,next day it was like nothing had happened carol not remembering anything and vikky not saying.
The famly moved to another city the following month so i kept in touch with mick by e-mail and phone the around a year later mick phoned and asked if i could visit and baby sit the girls “but they must be 15&16 by nowi said ,i know but we have to be gone all night and they will have partys and all sorts i feel better with a adult here”ok then i gess so.It was 3oclock when mick opened the door and with a flurry of instructions he and anne left trough the door .I was standing at the window when i saw the girls walking down the street both had their coats off and you could see carols white bra under her blouse and her short skirt and white socks pulled up to the knee.
Vikky with her black bra showing under her shirt ,her short skirt and black tights was starting to give me a hardon again.As they came in carol saw me uncle john she said and ran over to hug me thats when i noticed what a fine set of tits she had developed and had caught up with her sister.Vikky came over and gave me a hug “i have to go to a show later but will be back for 12 ,ok i said “come on carol help me get ready “she said as she left the room.
At around 7 vikky came in “i’m off now she said do i look ok “she was wearing a strapless ballgown type dress and with her hair and makeup on she looked divine and i told her so “bye” she said as she left.
Me and carol settled down in front of the tv ,talking about this and that and our holiday .She was sitting opposit me with her legs slightly apart and i could see all the way to her white cotton pants,you know i said you weren’t so developed back then “oh these she said lifting her breasts up i know it drives the boys wild ” then she moved over and sat next to me,uncle john can i ask your opinion ofcourse i said .
Carol undid her blouse and then her bra letting her loverly tits fall down”do you think these are normal it’s just the girls at school say they arn’t. I reached over and cupped them in my hands”they feel ok to me i said better than the last time i felt them “oh yes vikky told me about that pity i wasn.t awake i would have enjoyed it” she said with a smile,She then went on to tell me how her boyfriend kept going on about having sex,but i’m not sure she said do you think i could see your prick all hard as i’ve not really seen one before.Well sice it was straining against my pants i thought why not so proceded to get it out.Her eyes grew bigger as she veiwed my manhood i’s a lot thicker than i thought is it ok to practise with it ,be my guest i said.
she slowly placed her lips around the end gentily sucking her large tits and erect nipples rubbing against my leg her pert bum rocking slowly near my head .Ireached out my hand to lay it on her arse slowly moveing down so only the thin cotton of her pants seperated my finger from her pussy.As i pulled her pants to one side i slowly inserted my finger in and out i could hear her moans so when i had got her all wet i moved her over so she was on her back with her legs in the air As i took hold of her legs i positioned my dick at the entrance of her pussy”are you sure” i said “yes please ” she said so i slowly pushed in .At first she gave a few gasps but then they turned to moans of pleasure aftert 15mins i finally came ,a few mins later she gave a big shudder a look of satisfaction on her face.That was great uncle john my first sex.
Whats going on we both looked up and there was vikky ,she fixed carol with a stare”get to bed now and we will talk about this in the morning carol ran into the bedroom.
How could you uncle john you know shes only 15 you could get into trouble what if she got pregnant ,thats not a problem i cant have kids anymore i had the snip and im sorry but i just got carried away im sorry i disapointed you i said.Its not about the sex its just that after our last meeting i thought it would be me who had you not carol.
All the time she was saying this she was unzipping her dress to show her in her black lace bra and pants plus black hold up stockings.She undid her bra to let her large tits fall down her beautiful pink nipples erect,then pulled down her pants .I stared at her hairy pussy and beautiful arse,she came over straddling my now hard cock slowly lowering herself onto me while i ran my hands over her nylon clad legs.Faster and faster she went our grunts and groans filling the room then with a shudder she came and 2mins later i exploded in to her wet pussy.
A short time later carol came in “lets get a photo of us all please”,ok said vikky just one and although i wasnt keen we got one took .After that we slowly drifted to our own beds to get some sleep.Next morning mick arrived and couldn’t thank me enough hope they weren’t any trouble no no they were fine i said but i need to set of home,but i think i’ll visit more often from now on.The girls were at the door and i got a hug from both of them and when mick and anne weren’t looking a feel of carols tits and vikkys arse .
Two days later i got a photo on my e-mail of me standing up cock out and the girls squatting either side legs wide open vikkys pussy still wet and both gjrls cupping there tits with big cheesy smiles
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Two perfect high school teen senior girls get into an unwanted situation that quickly becomes a fun, unforgettable experience
Hello again, I decided to try a different point of view, hopefully it’ll be different from what I’ve written and add a new zest that you’ll like~
*note: I do not condone forced sex in any manner, it’s just used as a fantasy here that should stay that way*
With that, enjoy!
Light poured in through George’s bedroom window and splashed directly across his face. He had tried to fight the growing realization that he was awake by covering himself with a pillow and willing himself back into a dream with Dawn. But he eventually gave up, and picked himself up off the bed. He looked around hopefully, but she was no where to be found. The mood enhancing candles and furnishings were gone, and back were his normal every day, run-of-the-mill stuff. His clothing piled out of his closet, and his various knick-knacks and books were strewn about the floor like usual.
He let out a heavy sigh as he lay back on his bed. Just the night before, he had experienced a dream so vivid that he was uncertain it was actually a dream. He dreamed of a beauty created just for him, who could grant him any sexual wish he could imagine. He had named her Dawn.
But Dawn was gone, as was any evidence that she had ever been there. He felt a sudden sense of loss as he remembered the things she had said to him in her sweet breathy voice. She had told him it was her purpose to love him unconditionally, to make all his dreams come true.
The realization that she didn’t exist made him tear up. But then he felt very pathetic laying there, trying to hold on to a dream. He chastised himself for letting his fantasies get the better of him. But even still, it was the best dream he ever had.
Seeing that it was getting to be two in the afternoon, George got up and strode to the bathroom. He paused, something was not right. He suddenly realized that he was completely naked. George never went to sleep naked. He had always been a sweat pants and t-shirt kind of guy.
He stood their confused for a moment before his self-consciousness took over and he felt compelled to clothe himself. He looked around for something clean to wear, which was no easy feat, when he caught his reflection in the mirror over his dresser. His eye, which had been so whimsically healed by Dawn in his dream, had not gone back to the puffy shiner that Rocko had left him.
Then he heard something coming from downstairs. It sounded like someone was singing. He thought that it could be his mother, but she wasn’t supposed to be home until Monday. He reached for a pair of old gray sweat pants and threw them on along with a dark blue t-shirt. He crept out of his room to find the source of the music.
He proceeded quietly down the stairs as he followed the song. It was soft and serene, almost ethereal. He couldn’t shake the feeling that he wasn’t actually hearing it. He thought he could feel it, like it was echoing through his mind. There were no words, they couldn’t have done the voice justice.
He reached the living room and the source of the song. What he saw stopped him dead in his tracks. There, in the far corner of the room next to an old cabinet, was Dawn. She was examining the various photos that covered the top of the cabinet as she sang happily to herself.
She was wearing one of George’s white formal dress shirts, which was much too big for her. The sleeves hung down past her delicate fingers and the collar encompassed both her slender neck and her bare right shoulder. Below, she wore a pair of George’s boxers which she had rolled up to be as tight as possible across her perfect, heart-shaped bottom. Further down was a pair of long socks pulled up to her knees with two blue bands around the top.
Dawn continued to sing, oblivious to George’s presence. She bent forward at the waist to pick up a framed picture, her hands still inside the over-sized sleeves. Her hair fell forward and she brushed it behind her ear with a single graceful movement. She gazed at the photo wistfully as she sang.
Just like she had the first time George saw her, she managed to leave him completely speechless. He could only observe as his perfect woman examined her surroundings serenely. The notion occurred to him that he should get out of there. He still couldn’t believe she was real, his mind couldn’t grasp the concept. He thought that maybe he was going crazy.
He didn’t know what to do, but he could only imagine how awkward it would be if she turned and found him there staring at her. He moved to go back upstairs so that he could think about what to do next, when he bumped into a lamp sitting on an end table. George reacted quickly to catch it but it still made a tremendous amount of noise as the lampshade crumpled in his large hands. He looked over at Dawn like a kid with his hand in the cookie jar. She met his nervous gaze with a happy smile on her pretty face.
“I uh, I wasn’t listening or anything,” he stammered, “I was just um, on my way to the kitc…”
Before he could finish, Dawn had bounded across the room and flung her arms around him. She caught George completely off-guard, and knocked him on his back with a loud crash. She landed on top of him and kissed him deeply. Her bright, honey colored hair fell around him, and her sleeve encased hands rest on his shoulders. George couldn’t think, he could no longer hear that voice inside him that told him to be cautious and timid. He could only hold her tightly and kiss her back.
Eventually, she broke from the kiss and looked at him with her happy, unguarded eyes, “Good mor … I mean afternoon Master.”
He was still reeling from all that had transpired. “Are … are you real?” he pleaded.
She gave him another sweet kiss, “This feels real to me, Master.”
“Yeah, but are you really real, and not some dream?” said George.
She tilted her head and smiled in amusement, “I suppose I am a dream in one sense. I was created to your specifications to be everything you need in a partner, and those specifications were taken from your subconscious. But beyond that, I am very much flesh and blood, just like you.”
He let out a sigh and sat up so that she was sitting on his lap, “I’m sorry, that wasn’t what I meant…”
“You mean, am I going to disappear and leave you all alone?” she finished. George nodded, his eyes downcast. “No Master. Unless you wish it, I will never keep my heart from you.”
He nodded. Still unsure of how he was going to handle her. “Alright, Dawn. And, you can call me George.”
“I am sorry Ma … I mean George,” she rolled her eyes at her blunder. “It is just that, calling a Master by name goes against my subservient nature. Names have power, and by giving me permission to use your name you are allowing me a certain amount of freedom beyond what is typically acceptable between a master and slave.”
“Do you really believe that you are a slave?” he asked.
“Well, I admit that you do not treat me like a slave. But the magic that binds me to you demands that I always be ready to follow your every command. And when I use your name I feel like I am your equal rather than your servant.”
George could tell that she was a bit distressed over the subject of where they stood with each other. He wasn’t sure where this relationship was going, but he was certain that he didn’t want her to be his slave. To George, that would make him no better than a guy like Rocko.
He pulled her close to him and hugged her tightly. Listen to me Dawn,” he said as he stroked her silky hair, “I’ve never wanted a slave. I am no more a Master of you, than you are of me. if you really aren’t going to disappear…”
“I will not,” she said quickly.
“I believe you,” he amended, “Then our relationship is going to have to be way more than you fulfilling all of my sexual wishes. I’m sorry if I’m not cooperating with your whole master/slave thing, but I couldn’t live with myself if I treated you that way. So, please call me George. And when that nagging voice inside says that you don’t deserve to, ignore it, because it’s wrong. Okay?”
Dawn didn’t answer, she just buried her face in his neck. He could feel her breathing become labored and the collar of his shirt dampen. She was crying again. He held her even tighter. He wanted to say something that would put the issue to rest, but he could think of nothing. Instead, he focused on her weight on top of him and the wonderful feeling of the two of them together.
Finally, he heard her say something, but it was too muffled for him to understand it. “What did you say, Dawn?” he asked.
Dawn pulled away a little so that she could look at him. He understood what she had said immediately, it was written all over her face. She loved him. Her eyes, the colors of a sunrise, spoke volumes. They were slightly puffy from her tears, but that didn’t make her any less beautiful, or their meaning any less sincere.
She began to vocalize what her eyes had already told him, but he stopped her. He was afraid that her feelings were being coerced by the magical attachments between them. “Wait Dawn, don’t say it.”
“Why not?” she whispered.
“I … I don’t know. I’m just … not ready for that.”
She looked down and nodded. “Very well. Um … would it be alright if I called you Master on occasion? I know that I will have trouble remembering to call you George.”
“I don’t really mind if you call me Master, I just don’t want you to feel like you have to. How about this, you can call me George in public or when we are just talking, but if you want to call me Master in private, you can do that too.”
“Aww, you are not making this easy on me, George,” she whined.
He shrugged. “Sorry, this is kinda new for me. It’s not everyday that a beautiful woman wants to call me Master.”
She gave him a sudden quick kiss.
George couldn’t suppress a grin. “What was that for,” he asked.
“That was for telling me that you think I am beautiful. And for your benevolence. You are unlike any master I have ever heard of.”
He scratched his head nervously, “I guess. I mean, it’s no big deal, really.”
“As you say. I appreciate your kindness, nonetheless.”
“Alright well, I’m starving. Let’s get some breakf … I mean lunch.” They both laughed a bit and stood up. Dawn wiped her eyes on her sleeves. George had to stretch, as his legs had gone a little numb from his position on the floor.
While he stretched he took the opportunity to admire Dawn’s outfit again. She looked like the embodiment of the sex kitten, and when he remembered some of the fun they had the night before, he couldn’t help but get hard again.
“By the way, I love your outfit,” said George.
Her expression brightened immediately, “I knew you would. I woke about an hour before you did and I wanted to look pleasing for you. I took this ensemble from one of your more pleasant fantasies.”
George laughed heartily at her premeditated attempts at turning him on. “Well, I’ll admit that I’ve been fighting an urge to give you a little smack on the behind.”
She gasped in mock astonishment, “You mean this behind?” She turned around and bent at the hips, like she had done when she didn’t know anyone was watching, and braced herself against the back of the couch. “You know that is very wrong of you. You should not be thinking about taking advantage of such a sweet and innocent looking girl. It does not matter that you made her a woman the night before, nor does it matter that she wants you to. You should be ashamed of yourself for wanting to take advantage of her affection for you.”
George was floored by her sudden change in tone, but couldn’t deny how sexy she was. He stepped up behind her and gripped her by the hips.
She gave him another playful gasp. “Oh my! You are really going to do it! That is so bad, so wrong.”
George laughed again and gave her a light playful smack. He let his hand linger on her ass and rubbed all around her curves. Then he let his hand sink between her legs to rub her pussy through her boxers.
“Oh no, now look what you are doing. You are touching this poor girl’s sore but not nearly fucked enough pussy. All she wanted to do was walk around the house in her man’s clothing and day dream about the greatest night of her life. Now it looks like she might get taken over the back of this couch!”
“You mean the only night of your life,” added George. He slipped his thumbs underneath the rolled up waistband and pulled them down.
“But George, we are in the living room. You cannot just come up behind sexy girls, grab them by the hips, bend them over, and then fuck them senseless in the living room. Someone could walk in and see your big cock sliding in and out of her wet pussy. What would the neighbors think?” She was really hamming it up, but she didn’t move.
George pulled her shorts down to her knees and then pulled down his sweat pants enough so that his rock hard cock was free. He rubbed the head around her lips of her wet pussy and did his best to tease her. “You know what I think? I think you dressed this way on purpose. I don’t think you are nearly as innocent as you say.”
George pushed in and Dawn gasped for real this time. He went in slowly, still afraid of hurting her. But she was wet enough, so he increased his speed. He slid inside her again and again, fucking her hard and fast. She tried to continue talking the whole time, but she was having trouble with the intense pounding. “No, no! What would her … parents think! They worked … so hard … to raise her right! She … is a good girl … oh!” She flung her hair back over her shoulders and cried out.
As her orgasm approached, she lost her ability to keep making sentences and just started shouting, “So wrong! So bad! So good! She needs it! She should fight! Oh no! She … she…” She started shaking and screaming as the pleasure washed over her. Her knees buckled and she would have collapsed if George hadn’t been holding her hips tightly.
He paused to let her recover. But he was soon back to his previous tempo. He felt his own orgasm approaching rapidly. She resumed her role-play. “Oh no, you are going to cum soon! You will probably cum inside her! And without protection! You could get her pregnant you know! Is that what you want, you want to get this pretty young thing knocked up? This is so unfair. All she wanted was to be a little sexy and now she is going to get a load of cum right up into her womb. Oh, George! Do it! Cum inside me!”
George couldn’t take any more. He didn’t know if it was just the vigorous nature of the encounter, or the talk about getting her pregnant. But he had never cum so hard in his life. He felt like he was cumming in quarts, yet none escaped her hungry pussy. It pulled and squeezed like it was trying to devour him.
Finally, he finished cumming. He pulled out his deflating cock and stumbled backwards, only to fall on the carpet with another loud crash. Dawn collapsed next to him. They were both out of breath and sweating through their clothing. George couldn’t help but chuckle at the absurdity of the situation. There he was, his pants around his thighs, his sticky cock hanging out, laying next to a smoking hot genie with her shorts hanging on her knees. Her over-sized shirt had fallen open with one of her large breasts exposed. They looked at each other, and they both laughed at the state of things.
“So, what was it we were supposed to be doing?” asked George.
“I am not sure, but I think it might have had something to do with you making me lunch,” said Dawn smiling.
“Oh really?” he grinned.
She crawled over to him, her shorts still around her knees and said, “Yep, and you said you were going to make it good because it is going to be my first meal, ever.”
He kissed her, “Well, what are we waiting for. Lets get you fat and happy!” He had always liked that phrase. His dad had used it all the time before he died. The sudden memory of his long dead father brought him down from his euphoric high and he realized just how disheveled the both of them had become.
“Hey Dawn, can I wish for us to be refreshed and clean so that we can enjoy a delicious lunch without feeling gross?
He felt the tingle again. “Yes, I can do that.”
“Sweet, do it. I suppose a shower would suffice, but I don’t want to put off lunch any longer seeing as how dinner is coming up rather quickly.”
“Aww, a shower sounds like fun,” she whined. Tingle. Flash. Both of them were instantly clean and rested, like nothing had ever happened. In fact, his clothes were actually cleaner then when he had first put them on.
“Have I told yet how amazing you are?” he asked.
“Not today,” she said sweetly.
“Well come on, I’ll tell you over lunch.” He stood up first and then helped her to her feet.
George scoured the kitchen for anything that might resemble a meal. His mother wasn’t joking when she had asked him to go food shopping. There was nothing really easy to make, nor was anything particularly enticing.
Eventually, he decided that he would make as much as he knew how and hope she liked something. He started with some grilled chicken and a few spices, then put on some packaged noodles. The smells wafting from the chicken delighted Dawn to no end, and George had to hold her hair back to prevent it from catching fire a couple of times, as she bent low over the stove to get a good whiff.
As George cooked, Dawn moved around the kitchen, picked up every pot, utensil, and gadget, and examined it gleefully. Her favorite by far was the blender. She found a couple of oranges, an apple, a few grapes, and proceeded to blend the hell out of them. But she forgot the lid. One of the grapes shot across the room and bounced down the hall. Dawn chased after it, but she left the blender on and more bits of shredded fruit flew all over the walls and ceiling. In a panic, George tried to cover the opening with his hands. But not before he got a face full of orangey, applely, grapey goop.
When Dawn returned from her epic chase, the rogue grape safely trapped in her delicate fingers, her exuberance changed to hysterical laughter at the sight of George’s awkward state over the blender. George just rolled his eyes as he waited for her to finish. He thought that the sound of her laughing was particularly divine, even if she was laughing at him.
Eventually, she turned off the blender. Then she gave George a kiss on the cheek where a large blob had landed, and sucked it in. The realization that she hadn’t peeled the oranges or de-cored the apple hit her almost immediately. She swallowed it, but proceeded to make disgusted faces until the taste left her.
After the battle with the blender, Dawn continued her tour of the kitchen. If anything was edible, she took a nibble and proceeded to describe the sensations in every detail. George watched her from the stove. Her unending delight in the seemingly mundane amused him greatly. She knew what everything was and what everything was supposed to do or taste like. But the experience of those items was what she lacked, and she took it all in hungrily. He also noticed that Dawn had the uncanny knack of discovering which example of any group of like items was the best and why.
Dawn’s curiosity finally abated, and she returned to George’s side. “Can I help?” she asked happily.
“Sure, babe,” he handed her a large plastic spoon, “stir those noodles for me. Yeah, like that. Keep it going until most of the water is gone.”
“Okay. Babe,” she said heavily.
“Oh sorry,” he laughed nervously, “That just sort of slipped out. My … nothing, sorry.”
“It is quite fine, George. What were you going to say?”
“Nothing, its not important,” he said shortly.
“Oh please, George. Do not do that. Tell me, tell me. Please!” said Dawn in mock anguish.
“Well, it’s just … my Dad used to call my Mom that all the time. It was his pet name for her I think.”
“Oh,” she said in quiet astonishment. “What did your Mother call him?”
“You’re going to laugh at me.”
“I would never. However, if you do not tell me, I may not be able to stop a few of these noodles from landing in your hair.” She pulled out a particularly large noodle and placed it gingerly along the top of his head. “You see George, the rebellion begins.”
“Okay, Okay! She called him Hotstuff.”
Dawn brightened, “Aww, they sound cute together.”
“Yeah, they were inseparable. My mom told me that, when they first started dating, she was in college a couple states away. He was some hotshot new lawyer in a big time law firm. But he quit his job so he could move closer to her.”
“That is so romantic!” she squealed. “Now I know where you get it from.”
“Nah, he was the master. He would make out with her right in the middle of a mall, or when we were out at dinner. The man had no shame.”
“Shame is overrated. I bet your mother went weak in the knees when he did that.”
“She would complain a little, but you could tell she was into it.” He flipped the chicken, “Good times, good times.”
“George.”
“Yeah Dawn?”
“You can call me babe if you want to.”
George’s stomach did a back flip. He wasn’t use to someone being so nice to him so easily and the feeling was slightly uncomfortable. But it felt good too. However, all the talk about his father had given him the sudden urge to change the subject.
“So where did that little role play come from?” he asked.
Dawn said, “It just came to me all of a sudden. Did you like it?”
“Surprisingly, yes. I had never really thought about getting a girl pregnant before, but it was … hot.”
She stirred the noodles absentmindedly. The look on her face suggested that she was thinking very hard about something. Finally she said, “I think part of me really wants to be taken advantage of.”
“Well that doesn’t sound that surprising,” said George, “you did say that it was in your nature to be subservient.”
“Right, but being subservient just means that I would be below you like a slave or an underling. This is different. It is like I want to be independent and capable and strong around you, but I also want to be made to accept my place as your personal whore … Oh, sorry, pardon my language.”
George laughed and said, “Liking sex doesn’t make you a whore.”
“It doesn’t?” she asked hopefully.
“Of course not. Being a whore implies that you gave up your integrity to get what you want. All you’ve done is use sex to show affection. If that’s not the most noble usage of sex, then I don’t know what is.”
“That is true I suppose. Thank you George.” She hugged him tightly, forgetting her job of stirring the noodles. “Besides, I already have what I want.”
Dawn continued, “The part about you taking advantage of me was mostly my idea, although I had a feeling you would enjoy seeing an innocent girl in a less then favorable position. As for the part about getting me pregnant, part of my makeup leads me to believe that you would like the idea of having children.”
“Well, like I said, I haven’t ever really thought about it. To be honest, I was starting to worry that I would never have any opportunities.” Suddenly he realized that they hadn’t taken any precautions to prevent her from actually getting pregnant. “Can you … uh … you know?”
“Can I get knocked-up? Only if you wish it. But since I was created for you, and you desire to have children, it is a part of me as well.”
“What does that mean, that you were created for me? Who created you? And why?” George asked. He had many questions about her abilities, but wasn’t quite sure how to ask about them.
“Sorry George, I guess I have been rather vague about myself. I will explain everything, do not worry.” She tilted her head slightly, and her face squashed up as she thought. “Where should I start?” she thought out loud.
“Well, so far, all I know is that you can grant all of my sexual wishes, you have a great voice, you’re really intelligent and intuitive, you like fat guys, you want children, and you’re smoking hot. Other than that, I’m pretty much in the dark. Why don’t you just start at the beginning and we’ll go from there.”
“Ah, the beginning. The perfect place to start.” She added laughing, “And I do not like fat guys, thank you very much. I like one guy who is big and strong and nice and makes me cum very hard. Anything else is purely coincidence. What was I saying?”
“The beginning.”
“Oh yes, thank you. My story begins many years ago, sometime during the height of the Persian Empire. My mother was a young and beautiful tar player who fell in love with an aging nobleman. He courted her outside of marriage, and I was the result of their union. But my father was old, and less than thrilled at the prospect of an illegitimate son.”
“Wait, hold on, time out! Are you telling me you’re a dude?” he asked worried.
“No George, no! Dear me no. I was born a boy, yes, but once I was turned into a Genie servant I ceased to be that person and became raw potential. You saw it as a pink glowing mist.”
“Are you sure?” he said with a raised eyebrow.
“Well I was…” she dragged out, “but as my Master, you are welcome to check if you like.” She adopted a playful grin.
George wasn’t really worried that she was a boy. He felt like he understood what she had been saying up to that point. But he wasn’t going to turn down an invitation to check. He dropped the fork he was using to prod the chicken and moved behind her. He reached up and squeezed her big perky breasts playfully through her shirt.
She gasped, “Hey mister! Those are mine,” she said in mock anger. She made no move to stop him.
“Nuh uh, they’re mine. You’re just holding them for me,” he laughed. He reached down and rubbed her mound through her shorts as he ground his erection into her perfect butt. She bent a little to meet him.
“H, hey. I am trying not to burn these noodles,” she said weakly. She leaned her head back against his shoulder. He reached up and brushed her hair aside so that he could nuzzle her neck.
George was enjoying they’re closeness. Perky breasts and tight butt aside, he really liked being together with her. He kissed her neck tenderly and moved his hands underneath her shirt to rest them on her flat stomach. “Mmm,” she moaned. Dawn reached up with one hand and ran her fingers through George’s dark hair; the other struggled to keep stirring the noodles.
After about a minute of wandering touches and sweet kisses, Dawn said softly, “I really like this. I like being here with you, like this.”
“Me too,” was all he could manage.
Dawn turned so that she could kiss him properly. “So? Are you satisfied?” she asked with a smile.
“Not even a little bit. But I do believe that you are not a boy.”
“Well that is a relief,” she said jokingly.
The two exchanged a look of mutual enchantment. George was embarrassed, and his first inclination was to look away, but he suppressed the urge quickly. For the first time in a very long while, George was completely happy. He embraced the feeling and let it take him over.
Suddenly, the chicken started spitting and sizzling differently to signify that it was done. George was snapped from his reverie and turned his attention to their food. “Chicken’s done. How are those noodles coming?”
“Nothing brown. Is that a good sign?” she asked.
They both leaned in to confirm that the noodles were ready. When they’re faces were mere inches away, Dawn turned and gave George a quick kiss on his cheek. George’s stomach did another back-flip.
“Um, good job babe, now go into that cupboard up there, no the other one, right, and get a couple of plates. Split the noodles evenly and I’ll add the chicken.”
The two sat down next to each other at the breakfast table and dug in. To George’s amazement, the food was actually better than he had ever made it before.
“Wow, this is better than I remember. What the heck did I do to it?”
Dawn devoured the noodles quickly, moaning in appreciation. She then started in on the chicken more slowly but with no less adulation. “It was part of your wish. You wanted us clean so that we could enjoy a delicious lunch together. Anyway, what was I saying before?” asked Dawn.
George was slightly alarmed. He’d have to be more careful with his wishes if she was going to read so far into them. “Uh, boy,” he said finally.
“Right, thank you. My father was powerful, and imagined a plot by my mother to blackmail him. Much of his fortune had already been bled dry by his excessive gambling anyway. He was angry, at me and my mother. In a drunken rage, he tossed me from a balcony into a nearby alley.”
“That’s terrible,” said George somberly.
“Agreed. I survived the fall, but I was damaged beyond saving. Naturally, my mother was quite upset, and ran through the streets looking for a healer who could set me right. But each one turned her down, as it was clear to all but my mother that I did not have long.
Eventually, her cries were heard by a sorcerer, who saw an opportunity to gain the favor of a beautiful young woman. He knew of no spell that could save me directly. However, he did know of one that could summon a Major Genie. In exchange for performing the extremely difficult and costly incantation, she would be required to become the sorcerer’s wife.
She agreed, and the sorcerer cast the spell. When the Genie appeared and listened to my mother’s plea, he was so moved by her selflessness and willingness to give anything for the life of her child that he offered her a bargain instead. In exchange for me, he would grant my mother one wish, any wish that she could imagine.”
“Wow, one wish. Anything you could dream of,” marveled George. “So, what did she wish for?” He had stopped eating and sat on the edge of his seat as he listened to Dawn’s tale.
Dawn reached for his hand and held it tightly. She gazed lovingly deep down into him. “She wished, that no matter what my fate may be, that I be happy, blessed, and most of all, that I be truly loved, for as long as I live.”
George was taken aback. “Out of all the things she could have wished for, all the money and power, eternal life even, and she used her one wish on you?”
Dawn nodded.
“That’s … that’s awesome,” he said quietly.
“When the Major Genie heard my mother’s wish, he granted it with pleasure. He told my mother that I was going away for a while, but that I would return one day when someone who would be capable of giving me that life emerged. They would be courageous, cunning, kind, loyal, just, adventurous, and would show me a perfect love. Just like the love I would give them in return.
As she turned me over to the Genie, she sang to me one last time. Inspired, the Genie made sure that the one who would someday open my vessel would know that song. That I would not appear until the song was played again on my mother’s tar.”
“And you think, that I’m that person?”
She nodded.
George didn’t know what to say. While he was impressed with Dawn’s story, and her mother’s wish, he had trouble believing that he was the one who could meet the conditions of Dawn’s vessel.
He must have stayed quiet for too long because Dawn interrupted his funk. “George, what are you thinking?”
“I was just thinking that your vessel made a mistake.”
Appalled, she asked, “Why would you say that, George?”
“Well, I mean, sure I know the song, but I’m not anyone special. I’m just, just…”
“Just George.”
“Yeah.”
“And if you were any other way, the vessel would not have opened for you. A wish is a wish, as long as the proper conditions are met and it is worded carefully, the effects are unlimited and absolute.”
“I still think the vessel is a bit premature. I mean, I’ve never been particularly courageous or adventurous.”
“I do not believe you give yourself enough credit. You may not show all of those qualities now, but you will. Otherwise, you would never have known the song needed to open the vessel.”
George sighed, “You may not believe this Dawn, but I’m kind of a loser. I wasn’t on the honor roll, I wasn’t captain of the football team, I’ve never left the country, I’ve never had a girlfriend. Hell, I’ve only had one friend in my entire life.”
“All those things may be true, but that doesn’t make you a loser. Timid, maybe. Unlucky, more likely. But please do not call yourself a loser.”
“Yeah, well, you’re biased.”
She laughed. “You got me there.”
George still wasn’t convinced, but decided to drop the subject. He didn’t like talking about his qualities or his shortcomings. “So, what happened to your mother?”
“I do not know for sure. The Genie did not impart to me any more knowledge of my family. Nor do I know anything about the sorcerer. But, I like to believe that my mother led a long and happy life. Maybe her descendants still live on somewhere.” She stared off into the distance and wore a faraway look.
“Do you miss her?” asked George.
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Aerobic Spank 2
When I returned home and cleaned up after my surprise experience at the aerobic studio, I sat down and gave the situation some thought. Sonia wouldn’t be returning home until she got off shift at 7:00, so I had sufficient time to decide exactly how to react. On the one hand, I had certainly been aware that Sonia was bi-sexual. She had mentioned, for example, that when she saw Hope undressed in the locker room, she became aroused. She loved Hope’s firm, pear-shaped breasts and pink nipples. I also knew that Sonia liked being spanked, and we had made that a part of our sexual play. She had even shared fantasies at times that involved sexual situations with a few of her friends and co-workers. What I had not been aware of, until I saw it with my own eyes, is that Sonia had acted on her fantasies and had not breathed a word about it to me, much less included me. I mean, most guys would love to watch what I had just seen by accident! I wanted to come up with something that would act as a combination of punishment for keeping secrets from me and encouragement to continue her sexual pursuits with my full knowledge, agreement and participation, if appropriate.
Here’s what I did: I phoned Hope and told her what I had seen at the gym and what my reactions were. Sonia had told me that Hope was more comfortable in her sexuality than anyone she had ever met, so I was hoping that Hope would assist me in my plan. I was not disappointed! She said she’d be delighted to help, and actually suggested some enhancements I had not even considered previously.
At 7:20, Sonia came through the front door, smiling and talking as though nothing out of the ordinary had taken place that day. I asked about her day, and she told me about the usual occurrences, customers she had waited on, a new bikini she wanted for herself and so on.
I finally asked, “So did anything unusual happen today?”
She looked a bit concerned as she responded, “No, why do you ask?”
“Well,” I said with a smile, “I stopped by with a sandwich at noontime, and you weren’t behind the counter, and the door was locked.”
Sonia’s face turned pale, and she started to stammer, “W-w-w-ell, I-I-I…”
“Don’t bother,” I told her, “I watched it all through the window!”
“Everything?” she gasped.
“Yep! I saw and heard everything! So…the question is, what are we going to do about it?”
“I’m so sorry,” Sonia began.
“Well, I’m sorry too, Sonia,” I replied. “I’m sorry you didn’t tell me what was going on, and I’m sorry you didn’t trust me enough to know that I would understand. In fact, you know your fantasies turn me on, so why would you think it wouldn’t be OK with me for you to follow through on them?”
“You mean, you wouldn’t have been mad if you knew I was doing all that?”
“No,” I said, I wouldn’t have been mad about that. I’m not mad about that now. What I am furious about, though, is that you kept secrets from me! That really hurts me, Sonia! I love you and I want you to be happy, but I think you need to pay for deceiving me, too”
“P-p-pay how?” she asked nervously.
I think you need to take all your clothes off right now and take a good hard spanking on your bare bottom!” I replied.
“Or what?” she responded somewhat defiantly.
“I don’t want to live with someone who won’t tell me the truth and wants to shut me off from a significant part of her life,” I declared. “So here’s the deal; you need to decide right now whether to take the punishment I’ve determined, and work with me to figure out how we’ll arrange our marriage and your other activities, or I can pack some things and leave right now. You decide!”
“You mean I can continue to have the things I need outside of our marriage and still be married to you too?”
“I mean that you can INCLUDE me and share that part of your life with me, or I don’t want to be here!” I responded.
She hesitated for a moment more, and then her eyes dropped to the floor as she began to undress. As always, I marveled at her beauty, but now there was an added component, because I was firmly in control. I knew that she would do whatever I told her to because she truly wanted to continue our marriage. When she finally removed her panties and stood before me completely naked, it was one of the most thrilling moments of my life.
“What do you want me to do now,” she asked softly.
“Well, before we go any further, I have a surprise for you. Only fair, I think, because I certainly got one this afternoon! Come on out, Hope!”
Hope walked out of the hallway leading to the bedroom. She, too, was nude, her tall, slender body magnificent. Sonia’s mouth dropped open; she was completely stunned. Hope didn’t say a word, simply walked across the living room and took Sonia in her arms. I watched as the two friends embraced passionately, breasts pressed together, hands caressing each other. Hope’s hands moved to my wife’s bottom and pulled her close. Sonia’s newly-shaved pussy pressed against Hope’s thigh. I was totally aroused at the sight of my wife and her best friend playing this way.
Finally Hope pulled away and said, “Well, I guess there’s a little business to take care of before we get too carried away. Sonia, why don’t you get on your elbows and knees on the floor and get that butt of yours right up in the air.” Sonia immediately did as she was told.
Hope nodded at me, and as we had planned, I knelt on one side of Sonia and Hope on the other. I began to rub one cheek of Sonia’s magnificent bottom and Hope attended to the other cheek. We played with Sonia’s bottom for a few minutes, a delicious task to say the least.
“OK,” I said, “here we go. I delivered a stinging slap to Sonia’s cheek, which elicited a sharp yelp. Hope immediately popped the other cheek, and we continued alternately spanking Sonia’s bottom until it was bright pink and she was squirming and sniffling.
Finally Hope said, “Sonia, have you showed your husband how you play with yourself?” This was something I had asked of Sonia in the past, but she had always demurred.
“No!” Sonia exclaimed, “And I’m not going to do it now either!”
“We’ll see,” Hope murmured and proceeded to pepper Sonia’s backside with hard sharp smacks. After 10 or 12 to each cheek, Sonia was in tears.
“OK, I’ll do it!” Sonia blubbered. Just stop, please!”
Hope grinned wickedly and said, “Just reach right back between your legs and get busy, girl!” Hope looked at me and said, why don’t you just get up and sit on the couch and enjoy this. I’ll make sure Sonia puts on a good show for you…she does it for us on a regular basis.”
As I got up and moved to the couch, I asked, “Just how long has the deal at the studio been going on, anyway?”
“About a year, I guess.” Hope replied. “Sharon thinks up all kinds of “reasons” to spank us and have sex. All of us get off on it, so we’re glad to play along.”
Sitting on the sofa, I had a marvelous view of Sonia’s ass and her hand rubbing her pussy. Hope straddled Sonia’s back, facing me and spread Sonia’s buttocks apart, making the view even more awesome. Then she started spanking Sonia’s cheeks again, slapping both cheeks at the same time. Juice was dripping from Sonia’s spread pussy lips.
“Look at who’s all wet,” Hope smirked. “You love getting a spanking on your naughty bottom, don’t you?”
“Oh, I do!” Sonia gasped and rubbed her clit even more briskly. Before long, she began to shudder and shake and had an intense orgasm. My sweat pants around my ankles, I watched and stroked myself while I watched my wife play with herself.
“OK, now you have to show him the rest, Sonia,” Hope ordered. No hesitation now. Sonia’s middle finger, wet with her juices, was inserted into her bottom hole and then moved in and out, fucking her own asshole. Hope resumed slapping both of Sonia’s bottom cheeks, and Sonia came again. When her spasms subsided, Hope said, “Well, I think it’s about time to take care of your husband, like a good wife should.” At Hope’s direction, my wife crawled over to where I was seated on the sofa, took my hard penis in her mouth and began to lick and suck me. Hope sat down behind her and began to lick Sonia’s pussy as she pleasured me. Sonia reached behind her and began to rub Hope’s pussy.
And suddenly there was a knock on the door.
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