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Spanking of My Secretary

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When I walked over to her cubicle, I looked sternly at my administrative assistant. She looked nervously back. “Melissa,” I said, “please come to my office for a few minutes.” When we were in my office, I sat at my desk, leaned back in my chair, and said, “Please close the door, and sit down.”
When she complied I began, “Melissa, during your first two years here as my administrative assistant, your performance was exemplary. That is why I am distressed by your behaviour during the past four months. You often come to work late, and you have been making many careless mistakes. Others have noticed too. They have complained to me. I have had to apologize on your behalf, and make excuses for you.”
Melissa sat nervously. She has long blond hair. Her eyes are the blue of a cloudless sky. Her skin has the color of cream with just a hint of strawberry in it. Melissa was raised in England, and speaks with a beautiful plumy accent. She is fresh and innocent. She was wearing a tasteful, modest dress, and looking like Hollywood’s image of a proper young lady in movies made during the 1930’s and 1940’s.
“I am sorry,” was all she could say.
“Do you have any explanation?” I asked.
“There have been events in my personal life…” she began, “but I agree that they should not have affected my behaviour here.”
“They certainly should not have. Because of the troubling economic times I have been forced to make some rather difficult decisions about who to keep on the payroll. I have been under some pressure to fire you, Melissa.” I paused for a moment, watching Melissa become even more nervous. “Do you believe that you can return to your previous performance level?”
“Yes, Sir, I certainly do.”
“I certainly hope so,” I said, “So I have decided to give you a second chance.” Melissa looked very relieved. “However, I do not believe that it would be fair to those of your co-workers that I have had to let go for this to pass without some corrective measure. I have two alternatives, and I ask you to choose between them. The first, is that you accept a ten percent cut in pay, starting today. You will agree that this is preferable to a termination notice.”
“Yes, I certainly do.”
“The second, which I hope you choose, is that you report to my office Saturday morning at 10:00 for a paddling session.” After a long pause I smiled sardonically, and said, “You blush. You are aware that if you choose the second punishment, you will be required to expose your beautiful bare bottom to my paddle and my eyes.”
“Sir she began indignantly, “with such an indecent suggestion as that I feel that I should walk out of your office, and resign at once. At the very least, I should accept the first alternative.” She paused. “Unfortunately, I still have student loans to pay off.”
“Those student loans are fortunate for me, Melissa,” I said with a smile. “I am looking forward to this. I could give you your punishment now, but I have not purchased a paddle yet, and I do not want anyone to hear what is happening in here. You will be expected to be here at 10:00 am Saturday. You better not be a minute late.”
“I won’t be, Sir,” my embarrassed administrative assistant said.
“You, Melissa, need to worry about unemployment,” I explained. “I need to worry about losing this entire company. If that happens, we will all be unemployed. We need to pull together and work conscientiously. I have to admit that I hired you not only because of your professional qualifications, but because of your loveliness, and your classic and proper elegance. I used to be proud to take you to offsite meetings with me. Now it is my responsibility as your employer to help you to resume your earlier habits.
“That is why it is necessary for both of us to work on improving your performance. I am sure we can succeed. Please be sure to be on time Saturday.”
During the rest of the week Melissa blushed when she saw me, and tried not to look at my eyes. I smiled at her in ways that I hoped were not too obviously lustful. I would be dishonest not to admit that I relished my opportunity. Melissa has an excellent figure. I looked forward to turning her delicious derrière to a bright red. Every night I lay in bed masturbating as I imagined what was going to happen.
When the day finally arrived, I was at my office by 9:30 in the morning. I left the door to my office open. I could have set my watch by the time Melissa entered at 10:00. “Well, good morning, Melissa,” I said cheerfully.
“Good morning, Sir” she said quietly, looking down at the floor.
“Please close and lock the door. I gave the security guard the day off with pay, but I don’t want to take any chances on us being interrupted. When she complied I said, “You really are pretty today, Melissa. I love the way your floral blouse and blue jeans display your excellent figure to advantage. I have always been complemented on having a lovely administrative assistant.”
“Thank you, Sir”
“As we discussed, you need to remove your jeans and panties, so you might as well begin.” As Melissa sat down in a chair in front of my desk, I walked to the front of my desk, leaned back against it, and watched eagerly. She untied her shoes, and removed them and her socks. More slowly, she pulled off her blue jeans. “You have excellent legs,” I said. After a long pause, she quickly removed her panties.
“And you have a most beautiful, shaven vulva,” I exclaimed with delight. “Did your boy friend ask you to shave it?”
“I don’t have a boy friend,” Melissa answered, before adding quickly, “I don’t allow men to pick me up at bars either. When I knew I would be removing my panties before you, it seemed appropriate to shave.”
“That was certainly thoughtful of you. I very definitely prefer it to be shaven. Please come closer, so that I may inspect your most private area.”
When she obeyed, I smiled and said, “You are blushing. That is most delightfully appropriate. It means that you are not used to undressing in front of a man. Your face is almost as red as I will soon make your bottom.” I ran the back of several fingers of my right hand against Melissa’s perfect Mons Verenis, saying, “This is as smooth and hairless as the vulva of a nine year old girl. I love the way you have a small mound, and a well defined slit with no clitoral hood.” I put my middle index finger in her slit, and added, “You do have a well developed clitoris, however. You are also wet, so I know you are enjoying this.”
“I wish I wasn’t,” she said under obvious strain. “It feels indecent of me.”
“Well, Melissa,” I said removing my finger, “I do not mind telling you that my penis is hard and straight right now. But we did not come here to make love. We came here to make you a better subordinate. Go to the book shelf over there, and fetch me my paddle.”
As she turned around and walked I said, “Your calves are perfectly formed, Melissa, and I love the dimples on the backs of your knees.” When she returned with the paddle I added, “The thighs beneath your genital region are so beautiful I can imagine admiring them on a movie screen.”
Melissa stood before me, and handed me the paddle, but I said, “Before giving the paddle to me, Melissa, I would like you to examine it. As you might expect, I had trouble finding a store that sold these. At first I wanted to buy one made out of black walnut, because it had a sensuous dark color, and the wood was heavier. I thought it would enable me to give the blows with greater power. Fortunately, I talked to the man who owned the store about our requirements. He suggested a hickory paddle instead. He explained that it was as hard as black walnut, but lighter, and that the very lightness would add to the sting.
“You can see how well polished it is, Melissa. The edges have been carefully rounded. It has been given three coats of non-yellowing lacquer. You cannot help but admire the grain. I specifically asked for a long paddle, so that I could deliver the blows with sufficient leverage. The head is seventeen inches in length, and four inches in width. The handle is nine and a half inches long. In the past children were ‘taught to the tune of a hickory stick,’ for a reason,” I said with a chuckle. “We are fortunate that I came to the store when I did. This was the last paddle like this in stock. It was quite a bit longer than the others, and more expensive. I chose it because I think it is very important for you to benefit from this experience.
“Well, give me the paddle, Melissa,” I said pleasantly. “It’s time for us to begin. Now I want you to bend over my desk, put the palms of your hands on the surface, and stick out your beautiful bare bottom to receive the blows.”
She obeyed, but the tail of her blouse covered most of her buttocks. “That won’t work,” I said. “I believe I will need to ask you to remove your blouse.”
When she did, I said, “I am delighted that you are not wearing a bra. Let me inspect your breasts.” I ran the fingers of my left hand over her right breast, feeling the nipple, and saying, “This is nice and hard. You really are excited. I think you’ve been looking forward to this too. You could have worn a bra, but you did not. You did not need to shave your vulva, but you did.”
“Sir, you may derive whatever perverted pleasure from my predicament you can,” Melissa said angrily. “I am enduring this because I must, but if you rape me I swear to you I will go to the police.”
“I have no intention of raping you, Melissa,” I said reassuringly. “I would protect you from someone who tried,” I ran my fingers down past her flat stomach to her perfect vulva, which I entered with my middle index finger. “This is even wetter than before. I would of course enjoy making love with you, but if we ever do that,” I said with my finger at the entrance to her vagina, which I was pleased to find blocked, “it will happen in response to your request, rather than mine.
“Very well,” I continued. “Bend over, and prepare to receive your well deserved punishment. I like you Melissa. Therefore I do not intend to spare you. I want this to be a memorable experience for both of us. Years from now you will be glad we shared this event together. I can’t overstress that I am trying to help you become the perfect employee you were when I hired you.”
I moved behind her, saying “That’s good. Now stick out your buttocks a just little more.” She put her elbows down on the desk top. “Perfect! I love the way your vagina peeks out between the tops of your thighs. Your bottom looks as though it was specifically created for my paddle.” I moved beside her.
As Melissa fearfully waited for my first blow, I could not help but comment, “Your breasts are beautiful, Melissa. I’m glad I ordered you to remove all of your clothes. Your spanking will be long and hard, but it will be good for you. I have been looking forward to doing this all week, so I will deliver the blows with considerable enthusiasm. I am an avid tennis player. I think you will soon agree that I have a strong right arm.” I affectionately patted her bare bottom with the paddle a few times to increase her nervous anticipation. Then I swung it back in a circular motion, and gave her a powerful smack that resounded loudly.
“Oh!” she said.
“That got your attention, didn’t it?” I chuckled. “I love the way your breasts moved at the moment of impact. I made the right decision to schedule this disciplinary session for Saturday, don’t you agree? That could certainly be heard on the other side of my door. Did it sting the way it was supposed to?”
“Yes it did.”
“Good. I will have to go back to the store, and tell the owner about this. I will of course not tell him your name.”
“I hope not.”
I spanked her again, harder this time. She cried again in the most delightful way. “Courage, Melissa, courage,” I said before spanking her a third time. “This time you did not say anything, but the expression on your lovely face revealed that really felt it,” I gloated. “Do you think this will help you come to work on time?” I teased.
“Yes, I know it will Sir she said before I spanked her again. “Oh please Sir,” she pleaded.
“Oh please Sir,” I repeated pleasantly. “Please keep giving such delightful pleas,” I chuckled at my witty use of a homophone. Then I spanked her again. “Please keep moving your bottom in so pleasing a manner,” I said. It really pleases me.”
“Sir, this really hurts. How long will it continue? You must stop.”
“I am the one who will decide how long your spanking continues. The longer it lasts on the more I enjoy it. The more I enjoy it, the longer it lasts. I warned you this would be a severe and lengthy spanking. I am just warming up. The best is yet to be.” To illustrate my point, I spanked her again. “Once more I hear your delightful cry. I wish I was recording this on a cam recorder.”
Melissa tried not to say anything, so the only sound was the loud smack of my paddle against her delicious flesh. “Your delicious bottom is becoming a bright red,” I boasted. “I wish you could see it. It looks like a Valentine heart.” She remained silent.
“This is so much fun,” I said zestfully. “Sometimes I target your right cheek,” I said spanking to the right. “Sometimes I target your left cheek,” I said while spanking her to the left. “Usually I land the paddle firmly on both cheeks,” I said before delivering a powerful blow to both, a blow that must have echoed far beyond my office. I laughed pleasantly.
Then I felt her left breast. “Your nipple is even harder,” I pointed out. “My penis is too.” I gave another blow to her quivering cheeks. “Mo les ah!” I cried, drawing out the syllables of her name. “This is sooo delightful!”
At last she pleaded, “Sir, have mercy. I can’t bear this.”
“This time I agree,” I said. “In the midst of all that red I see the white beginning of a blister. I do not want to break your delicious skin, although I would love to continue. Do you believe you have learned something today?”
“Yes, I’m certain of it, Sir Only please don’t spank me anymore.” She began to sob uncontrollably from pain, shame, and relief.
“There, there Melissa. I’m finished. You were very brave. You also gave me a great deal of pleasure. I seldom become so thoroughly aroused. Just stay there. The shop that sold me the paddle also had some soothing balm with a local analgesic in it to turn the pain into a sensuous coolness, and help with the healing process. It is safe and legal, although, as with the paddle, I paid for it with cash.”
I opened a drawer in my desk, removed a container, and poured some of it into my right hand, and began to rub it over Melissa’s beautiful behind. “Does this feel better?”
“Yes, it does, Sir Thank you so much. Oh!” she cooed. “This feels wonderful. It turns the pain into pleasure.”
“Excellent! That’s what the man at the sex shop said it would do. I’ll give you several bottles to take home with you. Use it whenever the pain starts. I just wish I could be with you to apply it myself. I love rubbing this over the smooth flesh of your perfect buns. I particularly enjoy rubbing it between your thighs.” She tried to keep from giggling. When I was finished, I returned the bottle to my desk, and wiped my hand with a cloth.
Returning to Melissa I said, “You may stand up now. Let me see how you look in front.”
When she obeyed, I said, “My goodness; look at you. Your vagina is dripping with lubrication.”
“Oh dear!” she said with a worried expression. “This is truly embarrassing.”
“It might soak all the way through your blue jeans,” I warned. “Just a minute. I’ll get some tissues.” Fortunately, I had some Kleenex from my last cold. I stooped in front of Melissa, and said, “Here I am, carefully wiping the most private part of my most fetching administrative assistant.” Melissa cradled her arms together before her breasts, closing her eyes, and giggling with pleasure. When I could no longer resist, I gently kissed her vulva, right on the slit. “There, that’s better,” I said putting the wet tissues into my desk drawer. I did not want the janitor to find them in the waste paper basket.
I held Melissa tenderly. “I can’t help but marvel at the softness of your perfect back, and the smoothness of your skin” I told her, “I hope this session has been beneficial to you.”
“It has been, Sir she said, kissing me on my cheek, before saying quickly, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.”
“I’m glad you did,” I said, kissing her lips. “From now on I am going to be strict with you. Obviously, I would like to do this again. It was even more enjoyable than I expected. Nevertheless, if you return to your previous level of performance, I will give you a generous raise. We can also talk about your student loan. I think I can take care of that too.
“You will have difficulty sitting down for awhile, so I advise you take Monday off. It will be a day off with pay that I will not count among your sick days or vacations. Now put your clothes on. You better let me walk to your car with you. This neighbourhood can be dangerous on Saturdays.”
Now she is my sex slave and I will write about how I violated her sweet tight cunt and her
Virgin ass in my next story.
Waiting to hear some positive comments and a bit of encouragement.

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Servicing the Client – Again

Sometimes, there’s just that one sexual experience or group of experiences that you can recall, over and over again. Enjoy one of mine, if you will. I hope the ladies who read it also enjoy.

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Stan and Wendy End

After Wendy ran to her room i quickly followed, her door slammed in my face and locked. I was not sure what to do, she just watched me have sex with her mother. I sat down outside her door leaning against the door way just hoping she would talk to me. I started to doze off when i saw the door open and her legs infront of me. I looked up to see tears still running down her cheek, she slowly got down on her knees becoming eye level with me.
“Why?” was all she said, searching my mind and waiting for more from her i paused a few seconds then opened my mouth to nothing coming out. “Why?” she repeated as i just sat there trying to find a reason other than making her mother stop shoving her ass into my face. Still nothing though so i blurted out the events that lead up to her mother’s ass around my penis.
“Did you do it to satisfy her or your self?” Wendy asked, for a second i was shocked she asked it but i quickly found myself saying “To satisfy her.” Wendy slide down off her knees and sat next to me, grabbing my hand and putting it to her chest. I could feel her heart beating.
“I love you Stan and the only reason this is beating is for you.” Wendy told me, I pulled my hand away from her chest and pulled her hand to my chest, knowing my was racing. She smiled and knew why it was racing and beating. She stood up and with out a word pulled me into her room, closing the door behind us.
She quickly laid down on her back looking up at me. “Express your love.” was all she said. I slowly leaned over her, kissing softly up her plump stomach, making sure to over lap each soft kiss. her arms wrapped loosely around my head, holding my hair out of my way as i go to her amazing breast. My lips kissed up the left breast first, gently sucking her erect nipple tell she let out a soft moan then repeated the soft overlapping kissing up her right breast and sucked that nipple tell she let out her second moan. My lips then slowly traveled to the center of her chest and then neck. She has bent her head back and away, exposing more of her neck for me to kiss. I got to her lips and kissed them extra soft then again passionately then a third time from my heart. She tightened her arms around my neck and kissed me back just right.
I pulled away and looked into her eyes as she smiled. She had reached down amd wrapped her hand around my hardening cock, slowly rubbing it to life as we shared kisses over and over again tell i was hard enough to penetrate her small body. she carefully guided me inside her, feeling her tight pussy lips resist my cock every bit of the way. I got most of my cock inside as she jumped alittle and i stopped.
“Are you ok my love?” i asked she just nodded and moaned “dont stop” I tried to push deeper but felt the head of my cock hit something, from sex-ed i know the was her cervix, I flexed my cock causing the head of my cock to rub against it slightly. The second i did Wendy yelled my name in pain and pleasure and tightened her arms even more around my neck. I started to pull out slowly then pumped back in slowly, making love to Wendy, her pussy felt so warm around my cock i didnt pull out very far but i made sure i did touched her cervix again i pumped back inside her. After several minutes Wendy started to move with me. We were now making love with each other and it was perfect. My cock filled her tiny pussy and she seemed to love everything. We both kept the slow pace as my hands started to softly caress her body, First her sides and hips then her breast, I finally found myself massaging her right breast as i had our eyes locked. Wendy often closed her eyes and moaned my name and how she loved me but when ever she opened them she found mine and smiled this sweet way that melts my heart, i still to this day love to see it on her lips. My hand massaged her amazing breast as my palm rubbed over her nipple. my lips finally started to meet hers with repeating passionate and loving kisses.
We kept up the love making for what felt like endless hours of heaven, My hands taking turns caressing and massaging her body parts, our lips kissing each others, and our bodies in perfect sync with the other. I felt my self build up my final cum load, To my surprise it was a massive one that shot inside of my lovers small tight pussy as we kept making love. My cock almost when soft but we kept our rhythm. Her pussy was loose and my cock finally went soft about a minute later. I slowly and carefully rolled off her and laid on my back, She slide ontop of me quickly cuddling up to my front and resting her head on my chest.
It was perfect. We both quickly passed out with My arms wrapped around her. Before i fell asleep i covered us with a blanket and saw her mother in her doorway watching us. I looked up at her as she walked over to me. She kissed me on the lips and ran her hand down my cheek.
“Wendy is all yours.” is all she said as she walked out of the room and shut the door.
That is all for this story, Sorry if it was short but it is the last chapter in this tale. Once again as always sorry if there is bad spelling or grammar, i try my best.

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The Bus Crash

With the storm about to hit the East Coast (Jan 2016), it got me thinking about survival stories.

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The Favorite by TxEric

Like many nights before this one, she found herself on her knees with her master’s cock working it’s way down her throat. The soft carpet of Master’s limo beneath her was a sharp contrast to the hard dick being forced in and out of her well trained mouth. With each stroke she could feel the sharp pain on her back as Master whipped her with his favorite belt. First five strokes then ten, fifteen, twenty and on to fifty. She knew not to cry out. After all she was one of Master’s slaves and slaves must be whipped. As the belt traveled down her back to her ass and upper thighs, Master’s cock got harder and finally released his usual large discharge of hot cum down her throat. She must be careful now not to spill a drop of her Master’s seed but swallow all even if choking on the great quantity.
Now without being told, she raised herself straight up on her knees to expose her large firm breasts and tight belly. Here she would rceive another fifty strokes of the belt from nipples to clit and upper thigh. Now the red strips grew across her beautiful body as a sign of her submission. The warm glow of her smooth flesh mixed with the fresh taste in her mouth and caused her pussy to become moist. She wanted to move her fingers down to her soft mound and play with herself. This was of course out of the question without her Master’s permission. She dared not ask at that moment because she feared his anger at her selfishness. Her pussy was no longer hers to do with as she pleased nor was any other part of her body. She was owned, a piece of property nothing more.
As they neared their destination she caught a glimpse of herself in the vanity mirror of the limo. Her blonde curls cascaded down to just past her shoulders. Piercing blue eyes starred back from the reflection. The darkening red marks left by the belt covered most of her beautiful body. She was a lovely as any model in any of the magazines on news stands today. Her nipples were pierced with solid gold captive ball rings as was her shaved clit. Her mind began to wonder as her Master seemed to turn his attention to the road ahead. She had done a good job and left him satisfied for now. Her thoughts went back to the day that Master had decided to have her pierced.
“ Wash yourself well and shave closely today” she was ordered. After her bath, she was ushered to the limo and driven to a seedy part of the city. The tattoo sign was missing some of the paint that had originally formed it’s letters. Several biker types were standing in the doorway with tats all over their sleeveless arms. “ You will go in alone and have your nipples pierced. Do you understand?”
“ Yes Master but I have no money. Won’t they want to be paid before they start?” “ I am sure they will ” came his reply. “ You will just have to work something out my little slut. Now move!” Out of the limo she came quickly before the Master got angry. Whistles and yells came from the bikers as they realized the limo was driving off leaving the vision of the perfect whore. Spiked high heels, short, short mini skirt and bikini top comprised her entire outfit.
Taking a deep breath and trying not to act afraid she headed for the shop door. She felt a hand move across her breast as she passed one of the bikers but not wanting any trouble she moved on in quickly without looking back to see who had been so forward as to grope her in front of everyone. “What do you need?” said a slim mid thirties tattoo artist. His smile reviled a big gold tooth and some others were missing. The other employees looked much the same as she approached his booth. “ My Master has sent me here to have my nipples pierced. “ “ Oh yea, he called yesterday” said the artist “ take your top off and let’s see what size ring would look good on you.” “Right here?” she asked. “ This is where I work bitch! You want the rings or don’t you?” With that she reached behind her back and untied the bikini sting exposing her breasts to all in the shop. “ Damn, not a tat on this bitch. I hope her ’Master’ sends her back when he wants to have something like ’ Cock sucker’ or ‘Slut’ put on one of those tits! Now let’s match those nipples with some rings.” He held up several samples making her flinch as the cold metal touched her nipples. “ You need these larger ones here but they are not cheap. All together about four hundred bucks. And your Master did not say how I was going to get my money. You got it on you?” She knew what she was going to have to do and wasted now time with her answer. “ Master says I have to work something out with you.” “Bullshit bitch! These rings are solid gold. What are you going to do for that kind of money?” With that she slipped her shirt down to her ankles and stepped out of it. “ I will suck you cock and drink your cum,” she replied. His will power weakened as he looked at her wonderful body. Then he recovered and yelled “ That won’t get it bitch! Although…” he smiled. “ Tell you what you slut. You do whatever I say until we close tonight and I will give the rings before you leave. We close at two AM. Take it or leave it.”
It was only three PM now. Eleven hours. She could not go home without her nipples pierced. What choice did she have? “ What do you want me to do? I will do anything.”
The tattoo guy planned to make a profit out of this deal yet. He had given small tats to good looking young girls for a fuck in the back room but gold rings were another thing. He got a piece of paper and pin and wrote “Free pussy with tattoo, today only.” He had another artist tape it to the front window. “Hay, I’m already getting one and I want some of that pussy!” said a customer who saw him make the sign from the next booth. “ No problem” was his answer.
First to take her to the back was the artist who made the deal with her. He wasted no time in having her suck him off. No romance here. He held her head while he fucked her mouth. As he shot his load, she choked a bit. He made sure she swallowed it all and back handed her across the face telling her she was only getting started. He would be back later and he liked it rough. She didn’t have to wait long for the customer in the booth next to hers. He opened the door to the tiny room where she was waiting and told her to bend over the table in the corner. “My old lady won’t let me fuck her in the ass but you will. Now spread those ass cheeks!” For the next forty five minutes he pounded her ass. He stopped from time to time to keep from cuming to soon. He had seen some ass-to-mouth action on the internet. He made her take his cock down her throat and then right back into her ass. He slapped her ass as he came, zipped up and left without a word. Next was the biggest black man she had ever seen up close. His cock was even bigger. “Eve had a black cock, ho?” She nodded no. This was a lie. Two black football players had cornered her near the gym in high school and held her down taking turns until they were satisfied. She never told anyone about the event. Even then, she knew she could not refuse anyone who ordered her to submit to them.
The black customer simply pushed her down on the table and stuck his cock deep in her pussy with one stroke. His mouth went to her tits. As he sucked her nipples and bit her neck she felt his finger go around and into her asshole. He got mad when he felt the cum dripping from her ass and made her suck his finger dry.
For the next four hours, she was fucked and abused in every hole. She answered to the name ho, slut, cunt, bitch and whore. Could this place have that many customers? She found out later that the owner was charging anyone off the street twenty five dollars for her services. She would have to handle sixteen customers to cover her nipple rings but there would be twice that many in eleven hours.
She did get a break of sorts. About dark, the artist came back and told her to come out front. She knew better than to ask for cloths. The music was blasting as she followed him out to the front. Fifteen to twenty guys were sitting around a table in the middle of the room. She noticed a young girl off to the side. She and the young girl were ordered up on the table and to dance. The young one leaned over and whispered that her boyfriend had made her dance here before. “He charges the others if they want to fuck me” she added. As they danced, the two figured out that they needed to play with each other. The young one bent over to put her tong up her partners ass. The taste of the cum dripping out did not slow her down. She lapped at it until it was gone. “ My boyfriend makes me lick him clean after he takes a shit” the young one whispered again.
After an hour of dancing, the boy friend yells out “ who wants a piece of my bitch’s ass?” A couple of drunks up front handed him two twenties and grabbed her off the table. Our girl saw the young one being fucked up her ass and pussy by the drunks as others were handing twenties to her boy friend.
She finally was taken from the back room to the booth about two AM. Her body was covered with cum and piss. The employees used her for a toilet. She swallowed as much as she could and was bathed in the rest of the hot piss. “Ok, bitch, you get what you came for.” With that, she was held by one employee by the wrists. He pulled them above her head and put his knee in her back the force her tits out. The artist twisted the large needle into first one and then the other nipple. The rings were quickly inserted as was the captive ball to complete the ordeal. If it were possible to make her perfect breast more beautiful these rings had done so. She heard the door open and saw the limo driver enter the shop just as she thought her long day was finally over. “ You know, she could use a matching ring through her clit. I’m feeling generous so hold the bitch still.” With that the big needle pushed it’s way through her tender clit. She felt faint as the ring was inserted. She set opposite her Master on the ride home. Her cloths were left at the shop. She spread herself to display her new jewelry.
All of this came back to her as she looked in the limo mirror. She was now aware they were slowing down. As they pulled to the curb in the red light district of her town, she helped her Master’s other two slaves into the limo. They were no longer her Master’s favorites. She was for now. They quickly produced two thousand dollars each and placed the money on a silver tray on the console by the Master. They had worked very hard for most of the night to earn the cash. Our girl did not have to be told to give each one of them a good tongue bath as they drove home. She would have all the cum cleaned from their pussies and assholes and tits before they arrived a the mansion.

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“BORROWED MAN”

Borrowed Man
By Blueheatt
__If I heard her say that one more time….‘can I borrow your boyfriend?’. It was time to work out a deal with her. I invited her over for morning coffee and started negotiations.
Angie lived across the street and her boyfriend was some big shot and almost never home. Right after we moved in, it didn’t take her long to figure out my ‘mister nice guy’ boyfriend would help her with any little problems requiring a man to do. Lifting, moving heavy things and helping her solving any little problems she might have….or create.
She was very pretty and had a killer figure with bigger tits than mine. She had all the qualities I kinda wish I had, except….she was came off as an ’air head’. Just what I wanted to manipulate and have her ‘give’ me what I wanted. The thoughts I began to have excited me.
We became ‘close’ friends in her mind and I had some desires come forth looking at her. I had never had a bi experience like other young girls did in our early teens.
I was secretly ’very’, bi curious. Now, sitting in front of me was a sexy pretty girl willing to do ‘whatever’ to get to my boyfriend. I couldn’t resist this intimate opportunity.
I wanted to first get her sexually aroused about ’girls’, and then ’me’. I had some hidden urges I wanted to try and satisfy my curiosity’s. In return…I would leave her and Jim alone for 1 hour at a time. We now bargained for ’hours’ alone with Jim. She knew Jim didn’t know anything about this, and she would have to ’entice’ him to get what she wanted.
Our first ‘hour deal’ came when I ask her to come in our bedroom and try on some clothes of mine. I would get to see her with just bra and panties on that way. She smiled as she caught on to my ’female foreplay’ desires. She came close to my cheek and whispered in my ear: “One hour with Jim, for one hour with me ’available’ for your entertainment?”
She gave me chills as I nodded my head. My desires exploded with what the future might hold for me. I had never felt another woman in a sexual way. My cheek and ear were tingling with a new buzz I had never felt before.
She somehow knew I had never did this before, and let the way. She held my arm and led me in my bedroom. Jim was at work and I had time to do some ‘looking’. I picked out a dress I wanted to see her in and she smelled it and rubbed it on her face. She was teasing me sexually and it was working. I sat on the bed as she did a slow strip for me. Damn I was excited over this. I watched her take her blouse off and then her shorts just as sexy as she could. Now it was just bra and panties on her. She felt her own body and her hands over her bra cups. I watched her take her bra off and drop it to the floor. She squeezed her tits and began to roll her nipples with her eyes closed. Oh my… she was so sexy looking as I started getting more wet.
I laid sideways on the bed with my hand over my pussy. She stood right in front of me and slowly pealed down her panties, and inch at a time. The words just came out of my mouth in a whisper: (“….damn…you’re a sexy woman.”)
She took her panties off and felt her blush in front of my face. She then lay down beside me face to face. She whispered: (“…I haven’t had any bi feelings since I was little. My little girlfriend and I just experimented to see what it felt like to feel each other. We did everything and once we had experimented, we moved on to boys.”) I explained how I never got the chance to do that and I just had some curiosities I wanted to see about. She said she figured that now in private we can do what ever we want. Let’s just do what ever comes to us this first time.
I said I wanted to just feel her tits some. She took my hand and put it on her tits. She started taking my shirt off and then my shorts as I felt her sweet big tits.
We pulled ourselves close to each other and now we were both extremely aroused. Her hand felt my tits and then she went for my pussy. We lifted one leg and felt our pussy’s. She smiled and said: “Wow, you are really wet, this is so hot. I know I’m wet too. This is not like when I was little at all.
That was our first encounter in bi curious foreplay.
A few days later Angie wanted Jim to come over and look at her washing machine for some reason. I told Jim she was trying to get him in bed and to do it, but then tell me all the details.
He knew me to well.
He could tell I had some bi thoughts about her from the way I acted around her. He understood and said: “Ok, but you have to tell me about anything you do with Angie?….all the details. Deal?”
I was taken aback by his ability to discover my secret. Now we talked openly and he enjoyed watching me squirm as we talked about Angie’s hot body. I was just not use to this, but slowly he made me feel at ease and I let it all out.
I told him about our little bedroom ‘foreplay’ and how aroused I got out of it. He said now I could ‘make up’ for no female contact when I was so curious as a young teen.
He had the advantage of me and whispered things like. (“…licking a pussy is so hot, I know, I’ve done it lots of times.”) I would of course get embarrassed and smack him on the arm and blush…but just the thought of that…. had me all fired up inside.
We talked in bed that night and he loved getting me all aroused talking about sucking on Angie’s tits, licking her pussy, feeling her hot body and having sex with a woman. All that talk was sure a turn on for our sex life. I now wanted sex with Angie bad.
Jim then got me really aroused saying ’imagine this’ and ’imagine that’ and what if she were here right now,…. naked…., what would you do to her?’ I was out of breath and squirming as he had me close my eyes and he began to feel my tits. I of course imagined it was her and I began to quietly moan. I couldn’t help but pretend it was her hands feeling me. He didn’t let up and began to feel my wet pussy. I let out more moans and then down he went. He acted like it was like the first pussy he had ever licked. Not bold and aggressive like him, but soft and sensuous.
Jim…..
I was so loving this and making her so aroused. I had noticed little things about her in the past. The way she looked at some women, little things when the subject of a bi girl was talked about. Sam was a pure ad/dc girl, but kept it all a secret in her mind. I was bringing it all out and it was a real turn on doing it.
I never told her about the twin sisters I use to fuck as a young teen. They were ac/dc and they thought they were using me to get cum in their pussy’s so they could lick each other later and get all turned on licking my cum out of each others pussy’s. Did I care?….hell no. I was fucking both of them and kept quiet about them being ad/dc.
Now to go and fuck that hot Angie who was maybe also ad/dc with her boyfriend always gone and she was getting no male or female sex at all.
I went over to Angie’s garage where she was looking at her washing machine. Damn she looked hot and sexy. She explained and then closed the big garage door. I stood by her and we talked quietly. I figured she had been waiting for this for a while now. A spontaneous move on my part would take her by surprise and we could get right to it. I adjusted her washer and she threw her arms about my neck, kissed me on the cheek and thanked me. I quickly returned the hug but I kissed her on the lips. She began to quiver as I slowly dropped us into a big pile of clothes on the floor. She got instantly hot and panting. My hands went under her shirt for her big no bra tits. She gave a moaning sigh and spread her legs out. She was so ready for some male sex she was kissing all over my face.
I jerked our shorts off and my hardon found her very wet pussy. She was twisting and moaning something as we began fucking hard. She wrapped her legs around me and fucked like the fuck starved girl she was. I hadn’t fucked a girl this wild in my memory. What a great fuck she was with all the things a man likes. I was losing my mind as now we both moaned and dug deep for the cum I had for her. Her moans became louder, she was saying: “Cum in me! Oh god do it…Cum in me!” The slapping of our bodies together was so awesome added to it. I held her tight as she locked her shaking body to me and yelled out….I let go with best cum of my life, I pumped her hard and deep. She moaned loud and shook all over. We moaned together over and over. It felt like we were going to both black out. The world was spinning to me as I was enjoying this woman fucking me more. She acted like it was the last fuck she’d ever get. We were both trembling and squirming beyond our wildest dreams. I collapsed on her as a spend man. She just moaned and twitched as I fell to a twilight sleep ……
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I told Sam…sleepover tonight here. Angie will be here after dark. She took a big breath and her eyes went to wide open. I said all three of in our bed, and you and Angie can have the full sex you both want. She sat down abruptly on our bed. I watched and excited smile come over her face as she stared into space.
At 10pm Angie showed up in her beautiful pure white robe. Sam was in a sexy little nightie. They walked arm and arm to our bedroom. I watched them slowly undress each other. They stood and pressed their bodies together. They took their time and felt each other all over. They kissed each others necks and licked their faces. They slowly got into bed all hugged tight together. Sam got on top of Angie and started kissing her tit’s as Angie sighed and made those sounds a sexually turned on woman makes. They kissed and felt their tits…..then they started fingering their vaginas…They started in tribbing….rubbing their vaginas together and moaning….then they went 69 and the moaning got louder….licking and digging their tongues deep and kissing their vaginas. The aroma of pussy was heavenly…..
I leaned over to them and whispered: (“…I have to go to work in the morning girls, so please continue.”) They both kissed me and continued. I rolled over and tried to go to sleep.
It’s great to listen to, and feel the bed move to two hot women tribbing with each other. I just let them have at it, all they wanted to…..
Oh…. I didn’t get any sleep that glorious night… …they woke me up and had me fuck both of them ……..

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Hello friends. I am 18 yrs old and my name is Mini. This is my story with my brother’s friends Sheo, Vijay, Keshri and Hari. I hope you all enjoy this story very much.

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” Dad’s Fucking My Teacher “

Dad’s Fucking My Teacher
* Mrs. Clay had a secret. No one knew about it until….. fate stepped in….*
__My name is Kurt. I work at my dad’s very private club for people with money. I worked in the food side. The other side was a dark lounge for drinking. He had me start going over there to empty trash and clean up. I wasn’t really allowed to be there with alcohol being served. That Friday night I went over to do my duty’s when I noticed a woman at the bar. She was real pretty, but had on half dark glasses. Her black hair half covered her face and was long. She had on a black suit but real low cut. She had beautiful full cleavage that showed real good. She was smoking a cigarette. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. She was damn sexy looking. I couldn’t tell if she was watching me or not with those glasses.
I stalled and kept cleaning things, wanting to keep looking at her. I cleaned right in front of her….and then…she smiled at me. She leaned her cleavage over real big and said real sexy but slurred: “What’s your name Kurt?”
She was drunk as hell and how did she know my name? She asked my name… ‘and‘….called me Kurt. WTF? I ask her: “How did you know my name was Kurt?” She giggled and said: “Never you mind about that, do you like my tits?”
I couldn’t say anything. My dad would kill me if I said ’Damn right I do’ to a customer like that….so I just carefully smiled at her. She said in her slurred sexy voice: “Come here Kurt.”
I stood a little closer making sure no one was noticing us. “Would you like to kiss my tits Kurt?” and pulled my head towards her tits.
I jolted back and left the bar. Drunk women are crazy I thought….but I kept thinking about those beautiful tits though. My face was an inch from them and her perfume….…where had I smelled that perfume before? That triggered my memory, and things started to connect.
I waited and then peeked around to look at her again. She was gone. I ask the bartender about her. He said: “ She comes in every Friday night, gets drunk, and I call her a cab to take her home. That’s a wig, by the way and those half dark glasses, she hiding who she is for some reason.”
Bingo….that triggered my memory. I knew who she was now, a teacher, Mrs. Clay I had in history class school. She always wore that perfume and that’s how she knew my name. She was one of the teachers all the guys talked about wanting to fuck. Well…..I was just going to keep this information to myself.
On Monday I went to her class as usual, history …boring…..I studied her face….yep that was her, now I could tell for sure. Now she had her natural light brown hair, and plain glasses and regular clothes. My plan was to say nothing and enjoy my secret information and fantasize about those tits of hers in my face. I made no eye contact with her. When class was almost over she came over and said boldly: “I want to see you after class.” Ooooo ..like I was in trouble.
Everyone left and she closed the door…and locked it. She sat me down by her desk. “Kurt, we have to talk. I just want to say that what you might have thought you saw last Friday night….didn’t happen. OK? Can I trust you to never talk about it? A teacher has to be very careful with her reputation. She can get fired real easy for her public actions. Do you understand?”
I nodded my head yes.
“If you would do that for me, I would like to do some things for you. I think…you like my tits, don’t you.” I smiled. “I would like to give you a little sample of my ‘thank you’ right now…. Stand up.”
The door had no window in it and the room windows were up high. No one could see in. She took me over to the corner and hugged me real tight. She began to whisper in my ear. (“…Kurt, I like you. I’m not suppose to, but I do. I hope you like me too. I want you to feel my tits for me now,…. go ahead.”)
She opened her suit coat up and put my hands up under her sweater. Omg…there they were. Her ‘no bra’ tits I had dreamed about. She started breathing all weird as I felt her tits. She was going weird on me saying: (“..tell me how much you like them Kurt…..tell me how you’d like to kiss them and suck on them Kurt…tell me Kurt.”)
Well….I sure did as she asked…. as long as she was letting me feel them. I said quietly: (“….oh Mrs. Clay, your tits are so soft and wonderful, and I sure would like kissing your beautiful tits.”) She sure seemed to like that as she lifted her sweater up and put my face right in her cleavage.
(“Kiss them Kurt…kiss them hot, I know you want them…kiss them all over and lick them all you want….lick and suck on my nipples, oh god yes…your doing beautiful Kurt…keep that up Kurt…”)
Mrs. Clay, (Jill)
It was working perfect. I had to be bold and lay it on heavy with Kurt. Kurt didn’t know my earlier life. I had hooked up with Kurt’s dad a while back. We ended up in his private office one night and we had an affair there. On Friday nights I would go in the back way and we had a torrid, hot, steamy affair.
I had found out my husband had a girl on the side and we were parting ways. I was very hot for his dad, Stan, he know how to fuck me real good.
We had to end it when my divorce started, and is still active with all the legal stuff. All I could do is disguise my looks from who I was and sit and drink every Friday night as I waited for my husband to move out.
I’m still waiting.
When I found out that Kurt was Stan’s son I slowly got aroused by him. He looked like his dad only younger and oh so sexy to me. I was closer to his age that his dad. When I saw Kurt in the lounge, I was pretty drunk and my urges for him got released. I have nice full tits, and when I saw Kurt eyeing them, I couldn’t hold back wanting him to fondle them. His dad loved them and he use to suck them so good before we had sex. It all came flashing back and I wanted them fondled by Kurt. I have nipples that are very sensitive and I can even have an orgasm when they are sucked and played with. Watching Kurt’s eyes made them hard and so ready to be sucked.
Now I had Kurt all picked out to suck and fondle my tits, and it was working. He was young and I knew the next thing he would want is to have sex with me….and that’s just what I wanted too.
Kurt…..
She was acting kinda crazy, but I sure didn’t care. She was pushing her pussy right into my boner. I looked at the clock. “Mrs. Clay,…. I’m late for my next class, can you…. write me a note?” I said out of breath. She held my head and pulled it back. She smiled at me with a real sexy look. “Kurt, I’m a teacher. I’ll write you a note so you won’t even have to go to your next class.
This a free hour for me and we have 40 minutes left. You just do what I say and everything will be fine….besides….your in no condition to leave…just yet.” She shoved her hand down in my pants and felt my boner. In a flash she had my pants down and was on her knees. She was jacking my boner. “Hold still Kurt and let me get this down for you.” she said.
Jill……
This was so risky!…but it got me hot doing it. A little preview wouldn’t hurt. I know he’ll cum quick and I need a good taste of his cum. I grabbed his young smooth ass and took his boner in my mouth. A few deep throats and he jolted. I squeezed his ass as his butt cheeks tightened up. His knees trembled and I got the shots of cum I wanted. Down my throat it went….mmmm…all gone.
Poor Kurt’s eyes…they rolled back in his head as he held onto my head to keep from falling over. Five minutes left. I helped him put his pants back up and unlocked my door. I said loud: “If you don’t try harder, and concentrate, your going to fail this class!” He was in a daze as he tried not…to smile.
Now I had to plan a place for us and this would not be easy. My house and his house had people in them. He had to work nights and…..wait….my classroom…it was the only place for us. I needed to change his schedule to give him a free hour the same as mine. The danger of doing this just made me all the more turned on to have sex with him right in the classroom.
It took a little talking but I got it all arranged. 10am to11am was now ’our’ time. That night I lay naked in bed, playing with my nipples and looking ahead to our first hour together. Being a teacher I was going to enjoy teaching him some very hot things to do sexually….and he can teach me what the young set does for sexual pleasure….
10 am, and my class filed out….all but one. I barked: “Let me see your homework, Kurt.”…the other students thinking he was in trouble with me …again. The door closed with the last student. I waited a little, then quietly locked the door. Here came my young man all excited with his sexy smile. I turned out the lights.
Kurt….
My heart was banging in my chest as I slowly walked toward her. God she was sexy looking. She was smiling standing with her legs apart with a skirt on today. I backed her into our corner as she took some big breaths. She began acting weird again. She said quietly: “…Kurt…what are you doing?, are you so attracted to me you feel you must have me?…do you want to feel me, kiss me make love to me?…is that what’s your after?…tell me how bad you want me Kurt…tell me.”
I thought…OK, it’s one of her weird games again…so I told her…. “ Mrs. Clay…I wanted you since the first time I saw you.” She gasp and pulled my head to her cheek. I continued: “ You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen…I want you so bad…”
Well,…. that’s what she wanted to hear and up went her sweater. I felt her nipples and watched her lean her head back and moan real sexy.
Up came her skirt as she put my hand on her pussy. (“..Oh Mrs..” she whispered to call her ’Jill’. “Jill I love to feel your pussy….all warm and wet…I must go kiss it now.”
She held my head as a went down on her. She was up against the wall with her legs spread wide apart. There was that aroma of her perfume…strong. I began to lick her pussy as she moved it up and down on my lips. She moaned so sexy each time I licked her clit.
Jill……
My dad called me ‘wild child’ and ‘nympho’ when he caught me with porn in my computer. I wanted some of the action I saw there, hot, wild sex. My first and steady sex was an older guy and he fucked me rough and I like it. He was…,
let’s just say…‘a family member’. We would let the desire to fuck build up and up and then we would attack and fuck real hard and wild.
Now I had tapped into Kurt’s lust for me and released it. I was finally getting what I wanted. I was in for wild ride…..
Oh my…the youthful energy of Kurt’s tongue was making me weak. I slowly sunk to the rug. He stuck 3 fingers in my pussy and massaged it good. He was way better than his dad. He was pumped and becoming aggressive….everything was becoming reversed. I became submissive to him. “…oh Kurt…baby…do you want to ’own me’?…do you want me that bad?…” I said. He began to undo his pants and get on top of me. He took his boner and moved it up and down on my pussy. He said: “Yes Jill, I ‘do’ own you now, you are mine and I have to fuck you.” Kurt said.
That sucked the air right out my chest. I liked this and his aggressive stance with me. “You have ravaged me Jill, I’m taking you to sexual heaven with me right now.” he said.
He held my wrists down and started putting his tongue deep in my mouth. I felt his boner shoved in me hard. I had to moan uncontrollably as he lifted my legs up around his back. He became my wild man, thrusting himself in me and kissing me like he couldn’t get enough of me. I jerked my wrists loose and put my arms around his neck. I could feel the climax of all climaxes coming up in me.
He fucked me hard, aggressively and deep with each thrust. I had never had a guy fuck me this wild before, and it was driving me ‘more’ wild. We were both going for the peak we both wanted. I squeezed my legs around him …and my pussy clamped around his boner. He gave out a low growl and we both squeezed us with everything we had…then…it was like the world stopped. …
He moaned and I felt hot thrusting cum in me as I climaxed. We held each other so tight we trembled. I could feel and even hear the cum being blasted in me….we just couldn’t stop fucking…and fucking…until we both went weak…and just held on tight….squirming…
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Jill…..
It was Friday night. I sat at the bar as usual having a drink in my disguise. Kurt and I had a little plan set up. He clued his smiling dad in and I waited. When Kurt was doing his clean up duty’s behind the bar. I spoke to his dad:
“Stan honey, could you call me a cab?” I slurred, acting like I was totally drunk.
“No mam,….. your to drunk to ride home in a cab, ‘Kurt‘…., take the lady home please and see that she gets into bed.”
Kurt tried not to smile and said: “Ok Dad“
We staggered out to the company’s plain white van and drove to a river front secluded location. The back of the van was filled with blankets and no windows.
I wanted to feel the driving lust he had for me. I wanted to see that youthful aggression come out and fuck me hard with it.
I taunted him.
In whispers I said: “Maybe we better wait Kurt.” He was already trembling undoing my buttons. “Someone might come by here and see us.” Some of my buttons went flying as he tore them off. He got all hyper. “Waiting is over Jill, your mine now and we’re going to take a little trip to cum land right now. I want you completely naked, not one earring, or piece of clothing. I’ve dreamed about your hot body completely naked and now I want to devour it.”
That’s what I wanted. To be taken by him and fucked hard. I taunted him even more: “But Kurt…I’m a teacher and if anyone….”
Those were the last words spoken. He kissed me and his tongue fucked my tongue like two wild animals. I was naked, hot, trembling and my pussy was dripping. It was a real show down for us. Now I reacted how I felt.
I rolled him over on his back and grabbed his boner and shoved it in my pussy. Out came the moans, groans and animal sounds. I drove his boner in me a deep as it would go…..and again….and again. He pinched my nipples so hard I orgasmed several times.
This was the kind of fucking I wanted.
Kurt…..
She was acting weird again, but only this time it was a very hot and sexy weird. I felt like I had a goddess on top of me and she was about to rape me…..well… ok Jill, go for it. What a powerful woman she was. She was driving my boner in her to the max. She kissed me wildly and held my body real tight. I had no choice, I had to cum big.
I squeezed her nipples with one hand, felt her ass with the other and slipped a finger in her back hole. She yelled so loud my heart jumped….that triggered my thrust upwards and I felt like all my cum shot out at once. Her pussy was tight, moving fast and she was biting my neck.…what a wild woman she was as we fucked ourselves crazy…..
She was like no other girl I’d ever been with before…as I just kept feeling her nipples and tits. I loved feeling her beautiful naked body. She just kept moaning low and fucking slow and deep……
*Months later in the morning at Jill’s house.
“Kurt, I‘ll leave first, then you go out the back way….now wait…Kurt…you’ve got that look in your eyes….not now…please Kurt…..we’ll both be late for school….Kurt…stop baby…you’ll mess up my hair and clothes….mmmmm…not on the living room rug….oh damn you…we’re going to be late again…mmmm…oh dam.. your taking mmmm advantage of me…Kurt…Oh my god…..
Oh Yes!….deeper baby…. deeper!…”

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YOURS SISTERLY

IT WAS a normal sunday afternoon. My parents were in their post-lunch nap, and I was doing my home work for the next day. I was studying 9th standard, running 14 years of age. I was to finish a drawing in my physics note book, and as usual, my drawing pencil was missing. Cursing, I searched my school bag, and then my book shelf but there was no pencil anywhere. Finally, I decided to search my brother’s bookshelf (he would kill me, if I ever touched his area). But necessity made me do that, and in my haste, some of his books fell down. Cursing again, I took them from the floor, and was rearranging them in the shelf, when I saw a neatly folded paper lying on the floor. I thought that it must have fallen from his book. I was about to replace it in any one of his books, when something in it caught my eyes.
Actually, the paper contained 4 pages, teared off from the middle of a book. The quality of the paper was superb and printing was excellent. A white coloured girl, not more than 15 years old, was lying on a bed, purely naked, her legs outstretched displaying her lolly pop in full view. She had her eyes closed, as if in bliss, and a sense of ecstacy was there all over her face. So far not bad. But what struck me like lightning was the lad, of about 20 years old, kneeling between her open thighs, his penis (I never imagined that a penis could be so long, big and steady) half buried into her lolly pop.
The photograph was taken from top angle, and I could see the bulging nerves of his penis so vividly, as if it was real.. Further, the colour contrast was striking. She was white in colour as I said earlier, even her lolly pop was only slightly pink (like mine), but the boy’s penis was brownish and gleaming like a well oiled iron rod. The other pages too contained similar pictures, of the same persons, in different positions, but his penis was always buried into her like a permanent fitting.
I could not take my eyes off the photographs. I was not sure whether I was shocked or fascinated by them. Only the previous year, I attained puberty. And it seemed that my outlook had been changing since then, and everything that looked ordinary previously, now seemed fascinating. The boy in the neighbour’s house, I never noticed him previously, but now he was attractive (to my eyes) and whenever he spoke to me, I was experiencing that strange tingling feeling inside. Even when going to and coming back from the bus-stop, I found many eyes watching me, and comments were passed on my person or so I imagined about my bulging breasts, which my Uniform shirts were unable to hold.
After standing there & looking at the pictures, for some time, I hid the paper in a secret place in my school bag. As for the home work, it was never completed.
I was totally uneasy all the evening and when I went to bed, I could not sleep well. Next morning, I wanted to see the pictures once again, and I took the photos, hidden under my blouse to the bathroom. Every time I looked at them, they seemed to be new and interesting. Then I stood before the mirror, looked at my blemishless nude body. My lolly pop was smal and a centre line punctuated the it, making the two lips very attractive. I have not cared much for them so far, but now they meant very special to me
Then i took out a fountain pen from my blouse and probed the lower lips with its tip. Instantly, I felt a thrilling sensation swelling up inside me, slowly spreading to other parts. The tip of my pen traversed through the crack in my lower lips, found a pit somewhere in the middle, and when it settled firmly there, I began to press it inside. It went in sliding, and I was happy with my bold venture. But before I could celebrate, the pen encountered some resistance inside, and when I pressed the pen further, there was a sudden pain inside, almost unbearable. I was frightened, and removed my pen instantly. The pain receded slowly, but that was that. I could not continue my research for fear of doing something complicated.
A week passed by, and I was getting restlesss. Oneday, when I was returning from my school, our bus stopped for a signal. I looked outside, and noticed a group of dogs running behind a bitch. They stopped near the bus, and imediately, one dog mounted on that bitch from behind. In that fleeting moment, something like a red hot iron-rod, came out of the male dog, and like a spear, charged into a opening of the waiting bitch. The she-dog made a pleasant moaning sound, and before I could see what had happened, the signal cleared, and our bus started to move.
Though I did not see what had happened thereafter, the scene of red-hot rod penetrating into the bitch, was unforgettable. And this incident again brought back the usual tingling feeling in MY LOLLIPOP and a very strong longing to have something into my lollipop, as I saw in the picture, began to grow stronger in me. Though my conscience warned me that my thinking was on the wrong and filthy side, I could not control it.
Totally immersed in such thinking, I reached home, and I was greeted by my brother, who had also come on leave for Christmas. Mom was yet to come home, and dad would be always late. So we both greeted each other and talked over our usual silly matters. Then I went to my room to change my dress.
I had removed all the buttons of my blouse, and was about to remove it, when my brother entered the room, holding something in his hand. I turned, and seeing two beautiful gold ear rings in his hand, I ran towards him, my shirt still open. I took the rings in my hand, smiling sweetly, and hugged him lightly, and kissed on his cheeks. He was flustered. I was really happy that he had brought such beautiful Christmas gift.
Then I asked him to wait, and took a gift box from my shelf, and handed it over him, all the while the front portion of my shirt wide open, revealing my budding breasts. Even while he stretched his hand to receive the gift, his eyes were looking through the opening of my shirt, viewing my cleavage. The gift was a Titan watch, I bought as my Christmas gift for him. He liked it very much, and as I did to him, kissed me on my cheeks, lightly hugging me. Exactly at that time, door bell rang, and it was my mom.
Though the evening passed on pleasantly, with the whole family eating and chatting , I could not sleep that night, as the eyes of my brother staring at my breasts was coming back to my mind, repeatedly. I could still feel his warm body enveloping me, while kissing, and his male fragrance was very nice and irresistible. I slowly rubbed the lips of my lolli pop with my right hand, and it was soothing. The desire rose within me like fire and I decided to try it with my pen, once again. I slowly inserted the pen in my lower hole, and it went sliding in like an icecream into me. I felt hot everywhere, and the sensual feeling I got from the walls of my hole, when the pen travelled through it, was excellent. Again, the pen encountered a resistance, but this time, I decided to probe further. I pushed the pen down a little bit forcefully, and I felt something getting torn inside. Immediately, I felt the searing pain inside my hole, and I hastily withdrew the pen. It took some time for the pain to subside, and by that time, I lost my interest,.
Finally I fell into a fitful sleep in the wee hours. But again I was disturbed by a dream. In the dream, I was lying on my back on a soft bed, I didn’t kow where. I was looking on all sides, for a clue, when the front door opened, and a boy of 17 years old entered. What caught my attention was not his face, but his penis, which was, like a fork-lifter, standing erect and pointing towards me, very brownish, and rocksteady. He knelt between my thighs, and before I could react, he bent forward, placed the tip of his penis on my lolly pop, and started pushing it down into me.
I woke up with a start and found myself sweating freely. I was shocked. Not because of the dream. I was actually sorry that it ended so quickly, for I wanted to know what would have happened, if the dream continued. But, it was the face of that lad, that worried me. Before the dream ended, I had a glance, for a split of a second, of his face. And it was the face of Joe. You do not know Joe, do you? Joe was my own loving brother.
On the next day, being holiday, I woke up late, very late, after my parents had gone to office. Then I bathed, and while I was changing my dress, I called him to assist me with the hooks of my slip. He came into my room, and seeing me half naked, he hesitated. But I called him again, and he reluctantly came in, and tried his hand with the hook. Immediately I gave a painful cry (as if hurt by the hook), and turned to face him, angrily. I could see his eyes feasting on me like a hungry tiger, and he could not take his eyes off me. I slowly turned back again, asking him in a sexy voice (I didn’t know how I managed such a tone) to be careful, with my hooks.
After dressing, we both had our morning tiffin, and he went out to meet his friends. When he returned, he brought with him a DVD of a latest horror movie – of the evil-dead type. So after lunch, we played the DVD. As the movie started playing, I moved very close to him, as the horror is not my line of movies. His put his right hand around me, as if reassuring me, his fingers resting just above my right breast. I took his left hand and placed it on my thigh, just above the knee. When horror scene was playing, he would hold me tight, his fingers pressing my breast. I never knew how he did it, but his fingers were magical on my breast which give me so much pleasure. Added to this, his left hand was playing mischief between my thighs, taking me to a whole new world. I never watched the movie, as my attention of totally on his hands play.
Finally, the movie ended, and we came to our senses. I got up to make tea for both of us. In the kitchen, I was watching the water boiling in the kettle, when he came in silently, and without warning, hugged me tightly from behind. His hands were rough on my breast, but it seemed I wanted that bear hug. I bent down and kissed his hands. His hips forced me forward, so that my scrotch was pressed against the kitchen slab. I didn’t know what he would have done, if not the door bell rang. He went to answer and it was his friends group. Immediately, I ran to my room, changed into something decent, and prepared tea to all. But, my whole body was on fire, as if my brother’s embrace had ignited something into me.
Next day was Christmas eve, I woke up with a head ache and was mostly lying down in my room. Around 11.00 AM, I wanted to go to bathroom, and I called him in a feeble voice. He immediately came into my room, wrapped in towel, as he was getting ready for bath. I asked him to help me to bathroom. He then raised me from the bed, and I walked to the bathroom leaning over him heavily. At the door, he let me free, and I pretended to be weak and fell down in a heap. I feigned as if could not stand on my own..
He hesitated for a moment, and then lifting me up, took me into the bathroom. He made me sit on the commode, and standing before me, holding me in his hands. I asked him to close his eyes, as if shy. With a smile in his lips, he closed his eyes. Then I peed. I watched myself, a jet of golden yelllow liquid, springing out of the crack of my lower lips, and pouring into the commode like a fountain. Even for me it was fascinating. Suddenly, I felt his grip on my hand hardening, and I guessed that he was also furtively looking at me. When finished, I washed and asked him raise me up.
He then took me in his hands, like a child, carried me to my bed. When he laid me down on the bed, we missed the balance, and we both of us fell on the bed – he on me. I didn’t let him go, and held him on me in tight embrace. I was very cold, I told him, and asked him to hold me tightly. It seemed reasonable, and he willingly obliged, hugging me tightly, lying on me.
Every action has its reaction, isn’t it? For a moment he remained idle, and suddenly, with a grunt, his grip hardened, and he became very brutal.. His chest was pressed against mine with such ferocity, I was breathless. It seemed that I needed that bear hug, as the pressure was giving me unbridled pleasure.
I felt something hurting my lower abdomen. I let my hands glide down to explore the source. By that time, his towel came out of his hip, and my hands felt his rock-steady penis which was raging like a caged animal. I was happy and very surprised that my brother’s penis was so big and long. It was 3 times the size of my pen, and very strong. I felt a liquid oozing out of his penis, and I wondered whether he was peeing on me. But it seemed like a lubricant and very silky. I held the penis for a few seconds in my hand, enjoying the size and strength of it, before guiding it to the crack between my lower lips.
I was surprised to find that I was also leaking out some sort of liquid from my lower lips. As it was slippery his penis could not find the entrance immediately. I guided him tentatively, and suddenly he was at the entrance of my holy hole. Immediately he pushed. My God! I held my breath. How wonderful it was! His sweet rod gliding into me steadily. The feeling I encountered could not be written here, and I find no words enough to explain them fully. I felt stars in my mind. My entire body felt thrilled and an ecstatic feeling passed through my every nerve.
He groaned as his rod made its way tightly into me and I responded by giving out moans. It looked that he would be going into me for ever. (I did not get any pain then, as my hymen was already breached with my pen during my second attempt, which I did not know then). His entire length was inside me, and I felt myself completely pegged down. I could see myself in the picture, my pussy being punctured by a steady and long round penis. I felt satisfaction and peace fill my mind.
I thought that was all, and was ready to get up. At that moment, he also began to withdraw his penis from me, leaving a vacuum inside, but in the same vein, he charged into me, with a little more force, and his penis went like a needle in a banana, rubbing the side walls, and reaching the end of my pussy hole. I felt a sudden jolt within me, followed by a sexual thrill ebbing inside. Before I could recover, he made another charge, then another, and was jabbing his penis inside me repeatedly.
Now I was losing myself in the excellent sensation creeping into me, and I was totally out of my self control. I felt my lower lips taking control of me, and his jabs, now harder than a sledge hammer, was giving me immeausrable pleasure. I felt something brewing into me, like a strom, sweeping my mind off to new and wonderful sexy world, and I found myself moaning very loudly at each of his thrust.
Then like a bolt from blue, I felt something blown into me, like a tsunami, and I felt wave after wave ecstacy welling out of my sweet pussy, then passing all through my cells like wild fire. It was stars everywhere and I was floating in a new sensation I could feel something spurting out of my pussy and I body was arched upwards like a bow, to meet his ever growing thrusts. I did not know at that time that I was in an orgasm. Suddenly his thrusts increased to lightning speed, with unimaginable force, and jets of hot liquid spurt into my little girls, giving me more enjoyment . He continued to pump for a few moments, grunting all the way, and then slumped on me.
I felt emptied, my entire energy gone. We rested like that for well over 10 minutes. He then recovered, and tried to get off me.. He hesitated and asked me, with a concern in his voice,
“How are you? How is your head ache?”
“Okay, fine, thank you, doctor”. I smiled sweetly on him. “You have such nice syringe, and your injection has such a wonder ful medicine, my fever and headache are gone. ”

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