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Recap- I was the designated driver to my sister Janet's friends. I picked up Olivia, Jessie and Tanya from the pub at midnight and received an Australian kiss from them. What was that about?

Read here in Part 1: https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/1x7dzvj/being_the_designated_driver_for_my_sisters/

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We arrived at the apartment, me still half distracted from seeing Olivia topless in the seat behind me and trying to recover from the amazing blowjob that happened just moments ago.

As I pulled in, I handed Tanya the keys to the apartment and asked her to go ahead as I get Janet.

“Sis, do you need to go to the hospital?” I said concerned as I shook her shoulders. Thankfully, she woke up and said that she was just sleepy, and I helped her get out of the car and walk to the apartment.

When I entered, the door was already unlocked and ajar and as I stepped in, I saw for a moment that Tanya was topless- changing into her clothes for the night. I was just about to soak in the sight, when I felt Janet’s hand over my eyes. “Guys! Come on!” She remarked.

She walked me to her room with my eyes covered, and then collapsed in her bed.

I closed the door to her room and came back to the living room. By now, everyone had changed. Tanya was in a camisole and shorts. Jessie was in a pair of pyjamas and Olivia wore a long Tshirt dress that extended to the mid of her thighs.

I thought everyone was going to call it a night and crash, but Tanya had already brought a bottle of vodka out of her night bag and four glasses from the kitchen, and declared that the night was still too young.

Tanya poured four shots into four glasses. “Bottoms up!” She said as everyone held their glasses. I drank my shot but I saw the three of them giggle after I downed my drink.

Tanya came up and sat on my lap, a leg on each side, pressing herself on me “This one is to our designated driver for the evening”, she said. She held my head back and poured her drink in my mouth. Jessie and Olivia followed next, following the same routine.

Soon enough, I was four shots of vodka down on a fairly empty stomach. It hit hard a couple of minutes later.

The girls poured themselves drinks, and shot another down. We talked for some time and then Tanya brought out her phone and said, “Let’s play Trombone!”.

None of us had ever heard about the game before and till today I have not found this game on the App Store. But as it turns out- it’s a drinking game which has dares which gradually get racier as they go on. Rules are simple- do the dare and everyone drinks a sip. Don’t do a dare and you must down your drink.

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I dimmed the lights and put some light music on. Tanya and Jessie settled on the couch on two sides while Olivia settled on a bean bag chair.

The game started slow- questions about people's first sexual experiences, their favourite positions- the usual vanilla ones. Then they started picking up pace. Olivia was told to demonstrate her favourite sex position on a couch cushion or down her drink. We enjoyed a scene of her moaning while grinding on the couch cushion- it seemed like she was actually turned on.

Tanya read out the next dare-

“Alright, all the girls show their panties. The boys- (or boy in this case) decides who has the raciest panties. That person downs their drink.”

Tanya got up, and lowered her pants to her thighs, showing off a her red panties while we hooted. Jessie got up next, and showed off her white lace panties, turning around for a good display. Finally it was Olivia’s turn- “Come on- you already know what I was wearing- black thong.”, she said. “Oh, but we need to see it again”- said Jessie.

Olivia got up and lifted her tshirt dress, to reveal her bare pussy. “Okay, it was uncomfortable, I took it off”, she said. Everyone hooted as Olivia twirled around showing off her bare ass and pussy. Her pussy was shaved and clean and was such a turn on to look at.

After I returned from my trance, I voted- “Alright- Olivia is the clear winner.”

The game continued- and a few turns later, Tanya read out-

“Tanya has to either remove her top and bra and let Matt (oh hello- that was my name :) ) cover her boobs, or take her pants and panties off and let Matt put her hands to cover her crotch.- This stays for the next four turns.”

Tanya sat close to me, and took off her pants. Then she took my hand and put it beneath her panties. I could feel her pussy beneath my palm as I pushed my hand further to “cover it”. She then took off her panties and sat with her legs spread.

I took a huge sip of my drink as I felt her pussy against my hand. As she read out the rules for further dates, I couldn’t help but rub it with my palm just a little bit, and slowly rubbing her clit.

Eventually after four turns, I took my hand away, dripping from her pussy, and she wore back her panties. 

I was so turned on at this point. Tanya read the next card, “For the next four turns, Olivia will sit on Matt’s lap.”

Olivia got up and positioned herself on my lap- sitting between my legs. She lifted her dress slightly as she sat and knowing she wasn’t wearing panties, I could feel her bare pussy just a thin fabric away from my hard bulge.

Olivia could definitely feel my cock go hard beneath her. As we settled into drinking she reached beneath her and tried to secretly slip my pants down to my thighs, till her pussy rubbed on my bare cock.

My cock became throbbing hard as Olivia grinded back and forth, till she eventually grabbed it and slid right into her wet pussy. I grabbed on to her ass as I could feel my cock slide inside her warm, wet pussy, stretching it through till it was all the way in.

As sneaky as she thought she was being, everyone could clearly see what was going on. Olivia’s dress rode up as I held her waist and gradually rocked her back and forth.

I barely paid attention to the game, as I slowly began to thrust. Suddenly we heard Tanya say, “Olivia can get off Matt’s lap now- 4 turns are over”.

Olivia bit her lip as she continued to slowly grind, sweat running down her forehead. “Erm.. No, I am okay.” She said.

Jessie joined in, “No, you have to get up now.” She said.

Olivia slowly got off revealing my huge throbbing dick that was inside of her. Tanya and Jessie looked at each other and snickered.

“Oh fuck you both” Olivia said, panting. She spread her legs apart and impaled herself back on my cock and began to fully rock back and forth, fucking herself. She took off her tshirt dress in front of everyone, revealing her completely naked body. I grabbed her waist and began to fuck harder as she began to moan.

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Stay tuned for Part 3.

As I step up to my front door, I can already hear the sound of several women talking and cackling. It’s Girls Night. Every couple of weeks my wife and her friends get together at one of their houses and they spend the whole evening getting blitzed off of wine and spend time talking or playing games or whatever it is that they do. And tonight they are here. I decided to go out with some of my friends to give them a testosterone free space, but they seem to be going late tonight.

I unlock the front door and push it open and am suddenly met with the sound of four women’s voices all calling my name in unison. “JUSTIIIIIN!”

I look up into the living room with a smile and wave at the women lounging along my furniture in the pajamas. As I step toward them, my wife, Vic, hops up from the sofa and cutely shuffles toward me. “Welcome back,” she says as she tilts her head back to look at mine.

“Hey baby,” I respond. I lean down and kiss her lightly on the lips. Her friends all ooh at our minor display of affection. My wife pulls away from the kiss and kicks her leg back as she playfully sticks her tongue out at the girls. “And hello ladies,” I call down to them. “What are you guys up to?” 

I walk forward into the living room. I immediately notice the four glasses filled to the brim with red wine surrounding a half eaten charcuterie board on the coffee table between the seats. Sarah, a petite woman with curly brown hair and glasses, leans forward and takes an olive from the tray and popping it into her mouth replies, “Oh you know, the usual. Hanging out…getting drunk…”

“Listening to Jess drone on about her most recent sexual escapades,” Jackie, a tall, lanky blonde chirps.

“HEY!” Jess exclaims in protest.

“Shocker,” I respond sarcastically.

Jess is quite open with her sexuality. It doesn’t matter who she’s with or where she’s at Jess is quick to talk about how much she’s getting railed at any given moment in extreme detail. It doesn’t matter if she’s at home with her closest friends or if she’s out to Sunday brunch with her mother, at some point she’s gonna bring up sex. I’m not sure if she’s just a nympho and can’t stop herself from thinking about it or if it’s just supposed to be a flex, but whatever it is, it is inevitable.

“Whatever, you bitches are just jealous!” Jess screams defensively.

The other girls and I all laugh. As I start marching toward the kitchen I say “Well, don’t let me ruin a good story. I’m just going to grab some things before I head to bed.”

“Thank you,” Jess says sweetly. “But anyway, as I was saying we finally got back to his apartment. I was playing coy like I am known to do…”

As she continues setting the scene for her sexual encounter, I begin rummaging around in the kitchen. I grab a granola bar and quickly hork it down. I grab myself a glass and fill it with water from the fridge before heading back through the living room to get to my room. I pause for a moment to say goodnight, but Jess is still loudly recounting her story.

“...and when we make it back to the bedroom, he puts me on my knees, and whips out his dick. And oh my god, girls, I swear it was the biggest thing I’ve ever seen. You have to see it!” Jess proclaims as she reaches for her phone in her lap. She quickly begins tapping and swiping in an attempt to find it. When she finally does, she scoots in close to the other girls and shows them the image on her screen with a proud smile across her face.

“Oh wow!” Jackie says pushing her glasses onto her face to get a better look. Sarah’s eyes go wide. My wife just nods her head before looking at me, rolling her eyes. 

“Right? It was INCREDIBLE!” Jess looks up and sees me waiting to get a word in. “Oh! I’m sorry, did you want to see it too?”

I chuckle. “I think I’m good. Thanks though.”

“Are you sure? It’s really remarkable.”

“I’m sure it is. I’m just trying to say goodnight,” I reply shortly.

“Ohhhhh. What? Are you worried that seeing such a big, throbbing cock would make you feel inadequate?” she teases.

I take a deep frustrated breath. “No. I just don’t really feel like looking at dick in general right now.”

“Likely story. I’m sure seeing this eight inch monster definitely wouldn’t make you feel bad in the slightest.”

“I assure you it would not.”

“Okay then. Well, prove it.” Before I can get out a response, she has already turned the phone around and is holding it so I can see. The picture is of her holding a dick across her face, covering her eyes as if it was a blindfold. Jackie and Sarah both giggle awaiting my response. “How do you like that?” 

I look past the phone to her smug face. “So two things. One, I’m fine. That doesn’t bother me. Two, that’s not eight inches.”

Jess scoffs. “Of course it is. Just because you’re jealous doesn’t make it not true.”

“A. Not jealous. B. You’re right. The fact that it’s not true, makes it not true,” I say matter of factly.

“I promise you, it is,” she argues. 

“In girl inches maybe,” I retort with a laugh.

“Girl inches?” Sarah asks.

“Yeah. Girl inches are notably smaller than standard inches. So when a girl tells you that a guy is five inches, it’s probably closer to four. When she says seven, it’s five. And when she says eight…” I gesture to the phone as evidence.

“I thought those were called boy inches?” Jackie says confused.

“Boy inches are also smaller than standard inches. But they are used intentionally to make themselves seem bigger than they actually are. Boy inches are deceptive. Girl inches are ignorant.”

“Ah,” Jackie lets out understandingly.

“I AM NOT FUCKING IGNORANT!” Jess explodes.

“Well that’s not fucking eight inches!” I exclaim back.

“Oh well la dee da, Mr. Mathematician. What makes you so sure?” she prods.

“Look at the fucking picture,” I say pointing to the phone. “...you can see your hand at the base. It nearly covers half of his shaft. And now correct me if I’m wrong, but the last time I checked you aren’t fucking Kawhi Leonard.”

“I don’t even know who that is,” she asserts.

“Your hands aren’t that big,” I explain flatly. “If I had to guess, I’d say he’s around six and a half. Maybe seven. MAYBE. Which is fine. Good even! But it’s not eight.”

“Well. Jokes on you. I measured it myself, so I know for a fact that it is,” she responds.

“How did you measure it?” I ask.

“What?”

“How did you measure it?” I repeat.

“With a ruler? How else do you fucking measure a dick?” she asks condescendingly.

“From where? Like where did you hold the ruler in comparison to the dick? On top? On the side? Underneath?”

“Dude, I don’t remember! All I know is that I saw his tip next to the number eight and my pussy got wetter. It doesn’t matter!”

“It does matter. Which means that you probably just did it wrong?”

I can tell she’s starting to get actually angry now. “You are so fucking jealous! You wouldn’t know eight inches if it hit you in the fucking face!”

“Trust me, Jess. I am very familiar with what eight inches looks like. And that ain’t it,” I declare firmly.

She begins letting out a series of airy chuckles, unbelieving of what I had just said. She turns to my wife, “Are you really gonna sit here and let your husband lie about his dick like that?”

My wife puts her hands up. “I’m not getting in the middle of this.”

“See? Your own wife won’t even defend you,” Jess says as if she’s won the argument.

“She doesn’t have to,” I rebut. 

“Then you have no proof.”

“Are you asking?”

“If you could prove that, I would fucking suck it right now. But you can’t. So why don’t you leave so you can go stroke your little shit alone in your bedroom while I show your wife what a real man looks like,” she says waving her phone in my face.

I take a deep breath in, not wanting to say anything out of line. I look around the room. Jackie and Sarah are biting their tongues, watching to see where the conversation will go next. I glance over to my wife. She looks back to me and shrugs almost indifferently.

“Hold on.”

I storm off to my office and begin digging through my desk. After a few moments, my wife comes in behind me. “Justin…are you okay?” she asks.

“Yep,” I respond shortly.

“What are you looking for?”

“A ruler. Which should be right…here!” I say pulling the wooden tool out of one of the desk drawers.

“You know she’s just trying to fuck with you, right?” my wife says while she strokes my back.

“I know…” I reply. “But she’s always fucking with people. It’s about time someone put her in her place.”

“And you’re going to do that by…measuring your dick in front of her?” she questions.

“I mean…yeah…I was going to,” I respond sheepishly.

“And you think this will solve anything if you do it?”

“I mean…I think it would shut her up…for now,” I say, starting to doubt myself.

“Well you can’t…” she starts to say.

“Yeah…you’re right. That’s not appropriate. I don’t know what I was thinking. I’m…” 

“I WAS ABOUT TO SAY…you can’t shut her up…like this.”

I look at her confused. She smiles devilishly and drops down to her knees and she tugs my waistband down my thighs. “I…what are you…uhhhh…huh?” I stutter out.

She takes my cock into her hand and begins slowly massaging my flaccid flesh. “You can’t expect to prove her wrong if you’re soft. I’m just making sure that you’re prepared.”

“A-are you sure? I know she’s your friend. I don’t have to do this.”

“It’s okay. I can share,” she replies with a wink. My dick is hardening quickly in her hands. “Because you’re right. Someone needs to put her in her place.”

I let out a small laugh. “God I love you,” I say as I look down into her eyes.

“I know,” she says just as she brings the tip of my cock into her mouth. She begins bobbing her head up and down my shaft as she softly sucks upon it. Within seconds, I become rock hard. She pulls her mouth off of me. But before pulling away completely, presses her lips lightly against the tip. “Now tuck that away. I want to see her face when she sees it for the first time.” 

I pull up my pants and try to stow my penis away along my inner thigh to conceal my bulge as best as possible. My wife stands up off of her knees and moves in close to me. I lean down and kiss her on the lips. She whispers lustily “Go get her, tiger.”

With ruler in hand, I make my way out of the bedroom and walk back toward the living room. I can hear Jess call out, “Vic, hurry! This wine isn’t going to drink itself!” As I turn the corner, I see her and the other girls look up to me. “Oh. It’s you. Did you come to apologize for your jealous outburst?”

“No actually. I came back to teach an obviously much needed lesson in proper penile measurement, since you can’t seem to figure it out,” I say as I slap the ruler against my palm. “So get over here.”

“You really can’t just take the L can you? Do you condone this?” Jess asks my wife, walking in just behind me.

“I’m all in support of his educational pursuits,” she says as she plops down onto the couch.

“Whatever. If you want to get laughed out of the room by multiple girls in front of your wife. That’s your prerogative,” Jess says confidently.

She scoots herself to the seat closest to me and stares at my groin waiting for me to pull it out. The excitement of getting to show myself off and prove her wrong is really starting to sink in. I can feel my cock throbbing in my pants wishing to be freed. 

“Now ladies,” I say to Jackie and Sarah sitting on the far end of the couch. “I am going to be revealing myself here shortly. If that is something that you do not wish to be a part of, I’d suggest you leave.”

Jackie responds “I never missed a class in college. Might as well keep that streak alive.” She moves next to Jess, bouncing in her seat from excitement. “I’m ready for class Mr. Mathematician.” 

Sarah speaks up. “Well if you both are doing it, I don’t want to kill the mood.” She slides over slowly as well, but seems a bit more concerned with the whole thing.

I glance over to my wife before beginning. She is lying back comfortably on the sofa, sipping from her glass of wine. She nods her head slowly, giving me approval to proceed.

“Very good,” I begin. “Now our hypothesis in question is that the penis displayed to us earlier was eight inches in length. Our previous researcher here claims that she took an accurate measure and asserts that it is. I counter that assertion and propose that her measurements taken were a result of poor methodology. In today’s experiment…”

“Enough with the roleplay, Einstein,” Jess interrupts rudely. “Pull your dick out.”

“Very well.”  

I reach for my waistband and grip it tightly. The three of my wife’s friends keep their eyes fixed between my legs. In one quick motion I drop my pants down to my ankles. My cock springs up from my thighs and juts out straight from my body. Jackie immediately squeals in shock upon seeing it. She grabs on to Sarah’s arm and shakes her excitedly. As she’s being tugged around I see her mutter the words “Holy shit!” under her breath. Jess just stares, frozen in shock.

“Now this…is a penis,” I declare.

“I’ll say,” Jackie says with a giggle.

“One might assume that measuring a penis would be a simple task. However there is exactly ONE way to do it properly. So focus up.” I take the ruler and lay it against the top of my dick. Sarah and Jackie lean in enthusiastically. Jess appears to be trying to not pay me much mind, but I can see her eyes continually glance at my demonstration. 

“Now when discussing penis length, at least in the scientific sense, the proper way to find that measurement is by placing your measuring device along the top of the shaft starting by pressing it into the base until it is stopped by the pubic bone and then measuring to the tip. Based on that knowledge would anybody like to tell me the length of this specimen?”

Jackie pipes up quickly. “It looks like eight point…two inches to me.”

“Holy shit,” Sarah utters again softly.

“That is correct. THIS is what an eight inch penis looks like. Now there are some people out there that believe that it doesn’t matter where you measure from. That the measurements from the sides or bottom would be the same.” I glare over Jess. She rolls her eyes sarcastically. “But let me demonstrate to you why that isn’t true.” 

I take the ruler off of the top and move to the side of my shaft. “Jess, can you tell me what size we are reading now?” She stares angrily at me. “It’s your hypothesis, surely you’re confident enough in it to at least read the results.”

She leans forward reluctantly to read the number on the ruler. “Nine inches,” she says under her breath. 

“Correct. And if we move it to the bottom?” 

I lie my cock atop the straightedge. Jess exhales frustratedly. “Nine and a half.”

“Over a full inch longer than the original measurement. Men will sometimes use the more generous of the measurements that they can take from themselves and share it as factual truth. Mix that with even further distortions using cameras, and angles, and sometimes just outright lying in an attempt to make oneself feel bigger and more important than one actually is, and you are left with a new inaccurate unit of measure…Girl Inches.”

Jess scoffs. “Whatever. Are you done?” she annoyedly asks.

“Not quite. Because this does disprove your poor understanding of how to take a proper measurement. It does not disprove that the penis you were showing us wasn’t eight inches also. You said that you don’t recall how you had measured it initially and there isn’t any photographic evidence to give us an exact length. But there is another way to estimate the accuracy of your claim,” I explain.

“Oh yeah? And what’s that?” she questions.

“If there is something of constant size to compare against the variables, we can use that constant to determine the difference in said variables.”

“Meaning…?” Jess asks with her face scrunched in confusion.

“Grab it,” I say bluntly.

“You’re fucking nuts!” she explodes.

“It’s the only way!” I proclaim.

“If she doesn’t want to, I don’t mind,”  Jackie offers loudly. Sarah looks at her, not believing she had actually said that out loud.

“That won’t work,” I say softly. “It wasn’t your hand in the photo. The only way to determine if she’s not bullshitting us, is for her to use the same hand that is in the photo to see if the dimensions match.” I pause and look at Jess with a smirk. “Unless you want to suggest that your hand has shrunken since then?”

Jess scoffs. “This is ridiculous.” She looks to my wife, still lounging on the couch. “Are you really gonna let him do this to me?”

She shrugs. “You were the one who asked for proof. It’d be rude to not let him show it to you.”

She glares at her for several seconds before finally turning back. “Fine. If that’s what everybody wants to see. I’ll do it. Here!”

She reaches out and grabs my shaft. Her fingers wrap around the base but struggle to touch. I hear her gasp slightly as she feels me in the palm of her hand. Her face starts to redden. Jackie woos emphatically. 

“Now pull out your phone.” I command. She grabs the phone out of her lap and holds it up. “Unlock it.” She slowly taps her password into the lock screen. “Now, let the class compare.” She rolls her eyes before turning the photo around to Sarah and Jackie. “Now girls. Take note of her hand. Do we think that these sizes are comparable?” 

“No sir,” Jackie responds immediately.

“Definitely not,” Sarah agrees.

“And if the larger of the two is eight inches, then we can determine that the other…” I pause awaiting them to finish.

“Is not,” the two girls say in unison.

“I rest my case.” 

“Ugh! Whatever,” she says, releasing my dick. “You win. Can you please just go now? This is supposed to be Girl’s Night.”

“Hey. You asked for this,” I remind her. She flips me off.

“Wait! He can’t go yet.” Sarah says timidly.

“Why the hell not?” Jess responds.

“He proved it,” she responds.

Jackie’s face lights up as she remembers what Jess had said. “That’s right! He did prove it!”

“So?” Jess says confused.

“Sooooo…that means you have to suck it,” Jackie says excitedly. Jess’s eyes widen as she suddenly remembers having said that. Jackie begins to chant. “Suck it! Suck it! Suck it!”

“What? No! You’re crazy! That was obviously a joke!” Jess says defensively.

“It didn’t sound like a joke to me,” I prod from above.

She looks up at me angrily, squinting her eyes at me before turning back to my wife. “You're just going to let your husband try and solicit me for a blowjob and not say anything?”

My wife takes a sip from her wine and replies. “He’s right, Jess. You did ask for this. You showed us the picture. You bragged about this guy’s size. You asked for proof and promised to suck it if you got it. And you got your proof. The only honorable thing to do would be…to suck it.” Jess looks at her with disbelief. “Suck it…Suck it…Suck it…”

Jackie rejoins her in the chant. Jess tries to contest. “This is stupid. I won’t do it.” But the girls wash her out growing louder and faster in their call. After a few seconds, Sarah joins in as well. Jess looks around at her friends, realizing that they aren’t going to cease. She looks up to me. I respond only by squeezing my core, making my cock bounce up and down in front of her. “ALRIGHT FINE! I’LL DO IT!”

Their chanting continues as she drops to her knees in front of me. She opens her mouth wide and quickly leans forward. As the tip of my dick crosses her lips, the surrounding women erupt into cheers and applause. Jess raises her middle fingers into the air as she bobs her head back and forth.

After a few seconds she pulls away, and loudly yells to the room, “Are you all happy now?”

“What? That’s it?” Jackie exclaims.

“I said I’d suck it,” she says standing up. “I didn’t say how long.”

“Booooooooooo!” Jackie responds disappointedly.

“It’s fine. She fulfilled the terms of her bet.” My wife says, a devilish smile forming across her face. “I am a little surprised that you’re so scared of it though.”

Jess takes a sip of her wine before responding. “I am not ‘scared of it’,” she says dismissively.

“I’m sorry. I misspoke. It’s less that you’re scared, and more that you know that you can’t handle it,” my wife antagonizes.

“Whatever bitch. I can handle any dick that comes my way and you know it.”

“I know you talk a big game, but it’s not like any of us have ever witnessed it. But now you have the opportunity and you’re running away.”

“I’m not running away. I just don’t want to give him the satisfaction,” she contests.

“Probably because you CAN’T give him the satisfaction,” my wife says snidely.

“ARE YOU CALLING ME A LIAR?” Jess explodes.

“No, of course not, babe. But it’s possible that you might embellish some of your stories,” my wife continues.

“We did sort of just prove that you do that,” Sarah chimes in.

Jess is growing visibly frustrated from the taunts of her friends. She is clenching her jaw and she’s staring daggers at my wife who refuses to relent. 

“But it’s okay. You don’t have to do anything. How you have sex is between you and whatever men that you may or may not sleep with. So Justin, if you want to pull up your pants, we can get back to Girls Night,” my wife instructs.

I bend down to grab my pants, but as I do Jess quickly throws herself off of the couch back onto her knees. “You bitches really want to see what I’m capable of? Fine!” She moves back in front of me and before I can even respond she has already opened her mouth and started sucking on my cock.

“Oh shit…” I whisper out in surprise. 

The girls around us cheer once again. Jess is now taking me more aggressively, creating a slurry of sucking and popping noises as my cock enters and exits her mouth. There is no longer any sense of reluctance. She’s on a mission. 

“There we go! There’s the slut that we know and love!” Jackie applauds.

Jess quickly works the first few inches of my cock in and out of her mouth, eagerly working up and down it, but seemingly unadventurous. My wife quickly takes note. “That’s better, but I think there’s much to be desired.” 

My wife places her wine glass gently onto the coffee table and stands up to walk toward us leaving the other two girls to watch. Sarah is sat in stunned silence with a wide eyed gaze. Jackie is ecstatic at the events unfolding before. “Yeah Vic! Show her how it’s done!” she chirps.

My wife steps over to us and stands to our side looking down over Jess as she blows me. “Definitely not bad,” she says sweetly. “But there is room for improvement.”

Jess pulls her mouth off of me to respond. “Are you about to give me a lesson too?” she asks, before returning to my cock.

“Only because you need it,” Vic responds. Jess rolls her eyes. She pauses for a moment to watch her friend suck my dick before continuing. “You’re doing a great job keeping your teeth concealed. Your enthusiasm is admirable. But your performance lacks…depth.”

“Judging from some of the faces and sounds my husband is making, I can tell that the parts of him that you are servicing are receiving adequate attention. But as we have all determined together, you aren’t working with your average dick. Look!” 

My wife slowly reaches down and grips the base of my shaft. “Even at your deepest point, I can still comfortably fit my hand and still not touch your lips. So neglectful.” She begins working her hand in unison with Jess’s bobbing head. “Now nobody is expecting you to throat the entire thing. That only comes with practice. But that doesn’t waive your responsibility to the rest of his cock. Give me your hand.”

My wife extends her free hand toward Jess, who reaches up for it slowly. Vic guides her hand to the other side of my shaft as she releases her other palm. “Now stroke it,” she commands. Jess follows her instruction, continuing to suck me rhythmically while moving her hand up the remainder of my cock. “That’s perfect. Your other hand please.” Jess lifts her other hand and places it into my wife’s. She takes it and leads her down to my scrotum. “Grab his balls. Not too hard. Softly now. Just feel them in the palm of your hand. Squeeze them ever so slightly. Let them roll around in your hand.” 

She does exactly as she is told. The added sensations of her hands fills me with pleasure. I inadvertently let out a low grunt. “Perfect. Just like that,” My wife encourages. “Now just one final touch…Look at him. Into his eyes. Let him know how much you love sucking his cock.”

Jess raises her eyes and looks into mine. As our gazes meet, there is no longer any sign or resistance or reluctance. What remains is the stare of a woman who has relinquished all control to not only me, but to my wife as well. 

A jolt shoots up my spine causing me to flinch. My wife turns to me. “Is she doing well, baby?”

“She’s doing great,” I utter out in a grunt. 

“Good baby,” she replies softly. She takes her hands and grabs my head and pulls me into a long passionate kiss.

“God, you guys are fucking hot!” Jackie exclaims from the couch. I had almost forgotten that we had spectators.

My wife pulls away from my kiss. Her hands fall down my neck and grip loosely around the collar of my tee shirt. She looks over to her. “I’m glad you are enjoying the show. Especially you, Sarah,” she points out with a smirk.

My attention as well as Jackie’s turns to Sarah. Though she has remained essentially silent up to this moment, her excitement has clearly built. Her legs have spread and her hand has found it’s way beneath her pajama pants.

“SARAH! WHAT THE HELL?!?” she screams in surprise.

“Whaaat?” she says defensively. “I figured it was fair game.”

“You bitch! I was stopping myself to not make you uncomfortable!” Jackie screams back.

“Well nobody’s stopping you now,” she replies.

“Well, I don’t want to feel left out,” Jackie says as she props her leg up on the couch, before also touching herself.

As I watch the two girls start to finger themselves as they watch another of my wife’s friends stroke and suck on my cock, I can’t help but laugh at the absurdity of the situation. Vic turns her attention back to me. “What baby? Is this not something you expected to see tonight?”

I chuckle out loud. “Definitely not.”

She places her hand against my cheek. “Well I hope that you’re enjoying it.” I nod my head in agreement. “Enjoying being the center of attention for the girls. Being so hot that they can’t help but touch themselves to you. And of course getting full attention from Jess here.” 

She places her free hand down onto the back of her head and starts gently playing with her hair with her fingers. “Look at her. Her eyes closed…completely lost…happily…hungrily…sucking you off. I don’t think there’s a place that she’d rather be than right here…filling her mouth…with your big…fat…cock. Isn’t that right?”

Jess opens her eyes slowly and turns them up to me. As she bobs back and forth, continuing to stroke the base of my shaft, and fondle my balls, she nods gently. 

“That’s a good little slut,” my wife encourages. She straightens her palm onto the back of her head. “But I think it’s time you show him just how much you enjoy it. Open wide,” she commands.

I watch Jess’s eyes widen as she feels the force of my wife’s hand pushing her harder into me. Jess moves her hands to the side of my legs to keep her balance as she accepts more of my dick into her mouth. As her lips travel down my shaft I can see her start to grow uncomfortable. Once she has a little more than half of it buried in her mouth, she gags loudly and pulls away.

“Awwwww. What’s the matter baby? Too much for you to handle? You just need a little practice. Again!” 

Holding onto the back of her head, my wife guides Jess back to the head of my cock and pushes her down once again. Instead of holding her she pulses back and forth, stopped only by my cock reaching the back of her throat. As her mouth is filled with my cock, she begins audibly gargling. Each time that her maximum depth is reached a gulping sound is forced out of her. 

“There we go. That’s better,” my wife says kindly as Jess begins working further down my shaft. She holds her down leaving my cock buried deep in her throat. “Now hold it and look at him.” 

Jess turns up to me. Her eyes are starting to water as she tries to prevent herself from choking on my cock. She awaits permission to ease the tension in her throat, but doesn't show any sort of signs of unwillingness to be there.

The feeling of her hot, wet mouth housing my cock, and the look on her face as she looks at me sends a shiver of excitement up my spine. As my body twitches a low growl escapes me. 

“You like that, baby?” Vic says, returning her attention to me. I nod my head eagerly. “Good.” 

She leans in to me and grabs the back of my head and pulls me into a passionate kiss. Our tongues dance around each other’s mouths and I melt into her. Below me I can hear Jess start to gag uncontrollably, as my wife holds her tight to my cock. Vic lets her go and and she pulls herself away from me gasping for air, only to quickly return to sucking ferociously on my dick.

After several seconds, I feel a pressure building within me. I pull away from the kiss. “I…I’m about to cum,” I let out desperately.

“Okay baby.” My wife looks down to Jess. “Open your mouth.” Jess does as she is instructed, opening her mouth wide. “Tongue out.” Jess obeys.

My wife grasps onto my cock and begins quickly stroking it. Her palm glides easily against my skin lubricated by the ample saliva of her friend. As I feel myself working closer and closer to climax, my eyes dart around the room. Not ten feet away are two familiar women fingering themselves to what’s happening. Of course below me, a beautiful woman eagerly awaiting me to finish in her mouth. And standing next to me, is my wife, with a look of pure determination to make sure that she gets it.

After only a few more strokes, I can no longer hold it back. My breaths become heavy, and I feel an explosion brewing. I grunt aloud and watch as semen sprays from the tip of my dick. The first string of semen shoots across Jess’s face, but my wife quickly adjusts and makes sure that the rest finds its way into her mouth. After several bursts I feel a rush of pleasure wash over me as my body starts to relax.

Across the room Jackie and Sarah are both moving their hands rapidly beneath their pants and seem to be working toward an orgasm of their own. I look down and see Jess sitting below me. Her mouth is still full of my cum as a streak still lies across it. 

My wife releases the grip on my cock and steps over. She kisses me gently on the lips. She looks down at Jess. “You can stand up now.” 

Jess closes her mouth and steps up from her knees up to her feet. Vic turns to her and uses a thumb to wipe my semen off of her, before planting her lips on hers. After a few seconds, she pulls away. “That’s a good girl,” she compliments.

“Holy fucking shit!” Jackie calls from the couch. “That was incredible.”

“Wasn’t it?” my wife responds cockily. She turns to face me. “Your work here is done.” She smiles.

I laugh softly. “I guess I should probably be getting off to bed.”

“Can we come with you?” Jackie pleads.

“Please,” Sarah adds on.

“Now girls, this is supposed to be a GIRLS Night. We can’t dedicate the whole night to a man, now can we?” my wife contests.

“I don’t know. I think I could,” Jackie chirps. 

“Say goodnight, girls,” my wife insists.

“UGH! Goodnight Justin!” Jackie groans.

“Goodnight,” Sarah echoes.

“G’night ladies,” I say with a chuckle. I turn my attention to Jess standing next to me. As my eyes meet her she glances away awkwardly. I smile. “Goodnight, Jess.”

“Goodnight,” she says almost inaudibly.

I turn to my wife and step toward her. I lean down to give her a kiss. “I’m just going to finish my wine. I’ll be to bed soon.” She kisses me on the lips once more. I step back down the hallway into the bedroom, heart still racing. As I shut the door, I can hear an eruption of talking and laughter as Girls Night continues.

The End

Katie Needs a Daddy - Birthday Sleepover

***

Katie sat laughing in a circle with her friends in Lilly's parent's basement. It was Lilly's 19th birthday, and she had invited them all to spend the night.

They had pizza, soda, and one of the girls had even brought a fifth of vodka from her house. It was hidden, of course, in case Lilly's parents came down. They were sitting around, gossiping and drinking, while a movie played forgotten on the TV. 

There was the thud of footsteps as someone started down the stairs. Conversation paused as everyone turned around to see Lilly's dad come into view. He was dressed in jeans and a button down shirt. 

"You girls behaving down here?" He asked, looking at them with mock sternness.

"Dad come on leave us alone," Lilly called out. 

He laughed. "Just coming down to say that we're heading to bed upstairs soon. Let us know if you need anything. Don't stay up too late."

Lilly rolled her eyes. "Come on, dad." 

Laughing, he went back upstairs. Their gazes followed him.

Jessica, a smile on her face, leaned over and whispered in Katie's ear.

"Is it just me or would you totally fuck Lilly's dad?"

Katie silently agreed. He looked mature. Strong. Older. Definitely her type. 

***

A few hours later, the last of the girls had finally gone to bed. Knowing the chance of anyone being awake upstairs was very low, Katie still snuck out of her spot on the couch and tiptoed up the stairs to check anyway.

There was a light on at the end of the hallway. It looked like an office. 

"Hi, Mr. Davis," Katie said softly, as she pushed the door open.

Lilly's dad looked up from his work, turning toward her as she took a hesitant step into his office. 

"Hey, Katie. Everyone having fun down there?" 

"Yes, Sir," she said, pausing barely inside his office. 

"Well, what do you need?"

Katie looked into his piercing blue eyes. Then down at the floor quickly, biting her lip. She saw his feet come into view as he got out of his chair and approached her. 

She felt his strong hand grab her chin as he pointed her gaze back up to him. 

"Katie, did you come up here to see me?"

Biting her lip again, she nodded. Or tried to against his hand.

Mr. Davis walked around behind her, closing the office door.

"Is everyone else asleep downstairs?"

"Yes, Sir."

He walked around her, and Katie could feel his eyes on her. Taking in her tight pajama pants and tank top. He stopped in front of her, crossing his arms.

"And is that alcohol I can smell on your breath."

Katie froze for a moment. Was it that obvious?

But before she could respond, he asked her another question.

"Why did you really come up here."

Well. It wasn't exactly a question. But Katie knew she had to answer.

"I-I wanted to - well - see...you"

This was much easier when she fantasized about it in her head. 

He took another step toward her. Their bodies were almost touching.

"I think you want to do much more than just see me. Do you like older men, Katie?"

Katie looked down, nervously. She nodded once.

Again, he gently grabbed her chin, forcing her gaze back up, into his eyes. 

"Call me Daddy," he said, softly.

"Y-yes, Daddy," Katie obediently responded.

With that, he leaned down and kissed her gently on the lips. She could feel his strong body pressing against hers, pushing her lightly back against the office door.

He continued kissing her as his hands started to explore her body. Katie softly moaned into his kisses as he lightly pinched and played with her nipples. They separated for a moment, looking at each other.

"Now, Katie," Mr. Davis said, leading her over to the couch in his office. "The rest of my family is asleep. And my daughter and her friends are asleep downstairs. I'm going to need you to stay quiet. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir," Katie whispered, obediently following him. 

He lightly pushed her down onto her back on the couch and climbed on top of her. Katie felt herself pinned down by his weight. And loved feeling helpless beneath him.

He kissed her again, and moved his hand slowly down her body to slide under her pajama bottoms and panties to slowly start rubbing her pussy in little circles. Katie moaned softly again as he began to play with her.

He moved his kisses down her cheek before growling in her ear, "I'm your fucking Daddy. I'm going to teach you how to please an older man."

"Mmmmmm," Katie moaned back. "Yes, Daddy."

He started rubbing her pussy faster. Katie closed her eyes and started trying to grind herself against his hand. She fucking needed this. Maybe it was because her own dad had left her at a young age. But she had an insatiable attraction toward older men. Dads in particular. 

Katie put her hands on Mr. Davis' back. She could feel his muscles through his shirt. She moved her hands around to the front as he continued to rub her pussy. Her hands were shaking as she tried to unbutton his shirt. It took her three tries to get the first button.

After she finished with the last button - which took much longer than it should have - he slowly removed his hand from her pussy. Katie could see how wet his fingers were. How wet she made them. Fuck.

He tossed his shirt off onto the ground as he stood. His hands went to his belt, unbuckling it and dropping his pants and boxers to the floor. 

Katie stared at his erect cock. It was at least 7 inches long. Much bigger than any she had seen before. She reached out a hesitant hand to touch it.

"Good, bitch," Mr. Davis growled. "Rub Daddy's cock."

Katie obediently began to stroke it as his hands moved down to her bottoms. He grabbed her pants and panties and with one quick movement pulled them both off her body. They joined the rest of the clothes on the floor.

"Spit on it like a good girl."

Katie leaned forward, spitting on the head of his cock. She used her hand to rub it into his length, lubricating it slightly. He groaned out softly in pleasure, tilting his head back as she rubbed him. 

He took a step forward, pushing her back down onto the couch, before climbing back on top. Katie could feel the head of his cock already pressing against her pussy. She bit her lip, looking up into Mr. Davis' eyes. He smiled wickedly down at her. 

"Do you need Daddy's cock?"

"Mmmmmm, yes, Sir," Katie said softly, reaching her hands up to touch his chest. Needing him near her. With her. In her. 

His strong hands grabbed her hips, and he slowly pushed his cock inside her wet pussy. Katie had to bite her lip to stop from crying out as he stretched her. He was MUCH bigger than her last older boyfriend. 

He pushed his cock deeper and deeper into her. Katie felt him fill her, and she wrapped her legs around him, begging him to use her. To need her like she needed him.

Soon he was fully inside her. He paused for a moment, letting Katie adjust to his size, before pulling out and starting to fuck her. 

Mr. Davis moved one of his hands to cover her mouth as she started to moan. Katie knew she needed to be quiet but couldn't help herself. She moaned and cried out, muffled against his hand, as he fucked her.

"You're such a needy bitch for Daddy's cock," he growled down at her.

"Mmmmmmph...M-m-MMMMMMMMMPH" Katie moaned out into his hand in response.

He started fucking her faster. He pulled nearly his entire length out before thrusting it all the way back inside her needy pussy. Each movement caused pleasure to coarse through her body.

His other hand moved down to start roughly playing with her tits. They pinched and twisted her nipples as he fucked her. 

"You're going to come over whenever the fuck I want to use you, aren't you, bitch," said in her ear. "You're going to be Daddy's fucktoy."

Katie nodded as he continued fucking her. She knew he could have her whenever he wanted.

"You're Daddy's good girl aren't you."

"Mmmmmm...yesssssh...daaaaaaddddyyy," she moaned out against his hand. 

He fucked her harder, using his weight and strength to forcefully fill her with each thrust. Each time, Katie heard herself squeak. She couldn't fucking stop.

She could feel every movement of his body. She could feel herself stretching to accommodate him. To need him inside her. 

"You need Daddy to come inside you, don't you," he growled at her.

Katie nodded, begging him with her eyes. 

With that, his hands left her mouth and tits. They both grabbed her hips, pulling her deeper onto his cock. He fucked her hard and fast. Katie could feel his passion building and did her best to keep quiet. 

With a big grunt, she felt him thrust one final time into her. His warm cum filled her pussy. Filled her womb. 

Fuck.

Katie came. His strong hand clamped over her mouth as she opened it to cry out. Her body pulsed with pleasure. She cried out, the sound muffled by his hand. She pulled him closer into her with her legs still wrapped around him. 

She lay on the couch, the aftershocks of her pleasure still coursing through her body. He lay on top of her, breathing heavily. 

He leaned down and kissed her on the head.

"Good girl"

***

Katie tiptoed back down to the basement a few minutes later. Mr. Davis - Alex - had put his number into her phone. And let her know that he would call her the next time they could get some time together, alone.

She smiled to herself as she took her spot back on the couch, pulling the blanket over her. Katie could feel his cum slowly dripping out of her as she started to fall asleep.

***

Thanks for reading - feel free to reach out if you need to be trained by an older man - SC ModernRomeo24.

(A disclaimer before we begin- there is no incest in this story).

I was staying with my sister Janet at the time (needless to say the names are not real). I had some interviews lined up in the city where she lived, and she had a spare bedroom- so the arrangement worked out perfectly. One afternoon, she comes in and asks me if I can do her a favour.

“Me and my friends are planning to go to a club tonight. Can you please pick us up after? Please!”, she asked.

“What? When do you need me to pick you guys up?”- I asked.

“Just at 11 pm. Okay- 12 at the latest, I will text you 30 minutes prior.”- she said. I was almost about to protest, “And please don’t say no. If you don’t do it, I become the de-facto designated driver. We take turns, but those girls are irresponsible as hell, and we never get an Uber that late and I always end up having to drive, which means I never let loose-“ she kept rambling on.

Given my unemployed self crashing happily in her apartment, I thought I should return her a favour every now and then. “Okay, okay, fine-“ I said, “I will pick you guys up.”

—

The night arrived, and my sister laid out ground rules. I was to pick them up and only take them back here- not their individual places. She had two spare mattresses rolled out, and some pillows for the couch. After they’re down, I could go back to sleep in my room.

They came in at around 8 pm. There were three of them and they introduced themselves- there was Tanya, Jessie and Olivia (again- no real names).

I had met Tanya before on occasion- she was my sister’s friend from college. She actually was really cool and we had a good rapport. She played a really good wingman on a few occasions - all with guaranteed results.

The rest of them were her friends from her workplace. They spent about a 30 minute pre-drinking and “woo-ing” to stories and life updates, dumped their overnight bags they had brought with them and called a cab to the club. Janet pointed to the keys of her minivan, and mouthed “don’t forget” as they made it out of the door.

—

It was almost 2 am when Janet finally called. I had almost dozed off on the couch while watching a movie but I splashed some water in my face and- not bothering to change out of my sweatpants and tshirt that I was wearing, groggily made my way to the car.

I showed up at the bar, and the girls were waiting at the side of the curb. Tanya seemed to be a bit sober- at least enough to at least stand. Janet was on her shoulder, and the rest of them sat on the curb- their hair and dresses a mess. As I pulled over, Janet made her way to the 3rd row of the van and passed out almost immediately. Jessie and Olivia got on the middle seat while Tanya rode in front with me.

It was a minute after we were en route that Olivia fidgeted around and remarked, “Alright, can’t take a minute more of this sweaty dress.” She took the dress off entirely, and sat back in her seat. She unclasped the bra from her back, and held it against her chest to cover herself.

I looked in the rear view mirror way more distracted that I should have been. She was wearing a pair of black lingerie and black thong panties. With her legs spread apart, it left little to the imagination. I saw Tanya smirk in her front seat, try to cover a sly giggle with her hands.

“So, Jessie, we all thought you were going home with that guy,” she said. “Oh, yea I wish- but we made out in the bathroom and I gave him a little something, you know.” Jessie said. We were quiet. “I jerked his cock.” She said loudly. “Yea, yea we get it-“ said Tanya.

All of this conversation was getting me quite restless. I looked back at Olivia sitting in her underwear, and Jessie describing how she wanted so hard to suck him off, and I had a fair bulge in my pants. Tanya had a devilish grin on her face as she said softly, “Oh I got your back tonight.” She reached over my pants and mockingly rubbed my crotch over my pants with her hands. Her hands lingered for long enough, till we passed a 7-11 on the way.

“Oh Ice cream! Please let’s stop for ice cream”- said Jessie. “Umm., no no stops.” I said. “Come on, let’s stop for ice cream and I will give you a biiiiig.. kiss” she said, slurrying and drunk.

I pulled the car over for ice cream. Something about Tanya’s nod on the whole thing let me think she had something planned.

I got a bag of assorted flavours and handed the bag to Jessie. As I did, she got out of the car and gave me a big hug and a kiss on the mouth. As her tongue reached into my mouth I could smell the incredibly strong stench of alcohol. She grabbed the bag. And sat bag.

“Hey Jessie, it looks like he didn’t enjoy the kiss. Maybe you should give him an “Australian kiss”, she said with a fake accent. “Oh yea- an austraaalian (again- the stretched accent) kiss”- said Olivia, “Janet close your eyes-“ she said as she noticed Janet was already passed out in the back.

“What is an-“ I almost remarked when in one swift motion, Jessie pull my pants and boxers revealing my cock. Then without a word she puts it in her mouth and circles her tongue on it.

My cock gets hard as it goes in her mouth as she continues to sloppily “kiss” it. Olivia hoots and Tanya flashes me the familiar grin. 

After a good 30 seconds, she pulls out and giggles, “Get it- it’s a kiss ‘daun-unda’” she says with a mocking accent as she sits back down in her seat.

“So, Olivia, come on. You need want to give him a kiss too?” Tanya says. Olivia crawls gets on the seat and bends forward. Her bra hangs loose on her shoulders and I can see her tits exposed as she holds my hard cock and proceeds to suck it. I see her passionately and sloppily suck my cock while bent forward wearing only her panties. I can’t help grab her head and guide it back and forth. Jessie settles down with her ice cream as she grabs Olivia’s tits as they hang in front of her. I can see Jessie touching herself between her legs.

She finishes her blowjob two minutes later as she gasps for breath. She sits back in her seat and laughs playfully, her bra falling to her lap.

It takes me a minute to realise all what’s happened. I shut the passenger side door with my cock still out, and sit in the drivers seat. It’s painfully difficult to get my pants back up right now.

Tanya strokes my cock and smiles. She bends forward and gives me a small peck on my hard cock, continuing to stroke it. “I told you- I got your back tonight.”

For those of you who missed it, I volunteer at a retirement home every year during October as part of my company’s community service touchstone. The goal of the service is to give time and attention to those who lack it from their families and friends. Elderly who have been abandoned. This is something I’ve loved doing for years, and I’ve made a couple friends here that I adore. Truly sweet individuals. And the work is important.

My boss obviously picked the very short nurse costume for me to wear, sans panties, and after a severe look of disapproval from the receptionist, I went to the back.

Walking in there without undies on, I realized for the first time just how cold it was inside this place.

Some of the ladies cheered at my outfit and my confidence, but otherwise no one treated me any different and I started to relax. Until, at one point, I was leaning over a table talking to two of the ladies when I felt something tickle the back of my upper thigh.

I swatted my hand back there, assuming it was a bug. Then it tickled again. Higher. Just under my butt cheek. I swatted again. Nothing. I turned and there, in a wheelchair, was Jimmy. Jimmy has been here forever. And at his wheelchair height, had a full view up my skirt.

“I didn’t know it was a full moon tonight,” he said, wiggling his finger at me.

“Oh my god, stop, Jimmy,” I whispered. Thankfully none of the other folks noticed.

“You look just like my wife down there. She loved a growler.”

“What is he saying?” One of the ladies asked.

“Jimmy needs a walk, I’ll be back.” I announced, grabbing his chair and pushing him down the hall.

“Where are your panties,” he asked loudly. Two residents looked at us and my cheeks went red.

“Where are you taking me?” He grumbled.

“To your room so you stay out of trouble,” I said. “What if someone saw you touching me? You’d be in so much trouble.”

“Not if you like it.“

We turned into his room.

“That doesn’t mean you can touch.”

I let go of his chair and walked to the door. “Think about what you’ve done, Jimmy.”

“Wait,” he whispered. “Please.”

I stopped.

“My wife passed away fifteen years ago and they block pornography in this he’ll hole. I haven’t seen a naked woman in so long. Can I please just see you one more time?”

I wanted to say no and slap him for good measure. Instead, I stood there. His sad eyes looked at me.

“That’s super weird. I’ve known you for years. I can’t just…flash you,” I said.

“It’s just a vagina. Nothing sexual. It’s just a body part. Please.”

I stared at him. I did not need to do this. He didn’t deserve this.

I closed the door.

With a deep breath, I lifted my skirt.

“My eyesight isn’t what it used to be. Can you come closer?”

I stepped closer, skirt up.

“Good, good,” he whispered. “Turn around.”

I did, showing him my butt. Then without warning, he grabbed my bare cheek.

“Damn! That’s a nice tookus.” He slapped my butt cheek. Not gently. I squeaked in surprise. “I’ve thought about what you look like naked for years. Can I see your titties?”

“I think that’s enough for-“

“Please! I’m begging you.”

Feeling my face flush, I unzipped the front of my dress and unclipped my bra. I pulled it away, showing him my breasts.

“Oh. That bra was doing a lot of heavy lifting for you. Look at those little things.” He reached out to squeeze my breast, taking my bra from me. “I’m keeping this.”

At his touch, my breath caught. My brain felt fuzzy. I was so turned on.

I was going to do something dumb.

“Show me your penis,” I said, breathless. He almost fell out of the chair he moved so fast to unzip his pants. And then I was on my knees helping him, pulling it out, putting jt in my mouth before I could think too much.

“Oh fuck. You suck better than most the bitches in here.”

“What?” I asked, with his penis in my mouth. I took it out. “You said you hadn’t seen a woman naked in years.”

“Shhhh,” he said, guiding my head back to his crotch. “Don’t ask questions. Keep sucking me.”

And I sucked him. His grey hairs kept tickling my nose.

“Wait, stop,” he said.

I did.

“I need to be inside you,” he said.

“Uh, I don’t know-“ I started.

“Please. I’m begging you.”

“No. No more begging. I’ve done more than I should have already and-“ I stood up.

“I don’t know how long I have left to live on this world. What if this is it for me?”

I wasn’t really going to fall for this was I? I looked at his twitching penis.

Fuck it.

“Stop talking,” I said, straddling his wheelchair. I blew a piece of hair out of my face as I put a condom on his erection. Average size. Huge balls. I pressed the tip of his penis to my vagina.

“I’m going to do this. But you never tell anyone. Is that clear?” I asked.

“Crystal. I think-

I sat down onto his penis, ending that sentence.

“Holy Ghost save me,” he muttered as I dropped down. “You’re tighter than a vice trap.”

It took about five bounces before he came, filling the condom.

“Thank you so much,” he whispered.

I fixed myself in the mirror. “It was community service,” I said, walking out. I was now both braless, and wearing no panties.

An hour went by and I learned very quickly that Jimmy immediately told all of his friends about me. For the next two hours I kept getting inappropriately touched, fondled and commented on by the old men. And with no undies on, I had no way to stop it. Countless fingers touched me.

I felt like I had done this to myself.

Finally, as I was leaving, one of the staff told me some of the men wanted a photo with me. It was Jimmy and three of his friends.

“We want you to take a photo with us,” Jimmy said.

I stood in front of the table they sat at while they convinced another resident to take our photo. As he got set up, I was overcome by a wave of horniness. The last few hours all caught up. I unzipped the front of my dress as the photographer counted down and flashed my breasts as the photo was taken (I’ll post this on my book club). I zipped up, sent the photo to myself, and then left them a cropped version without my face.

Overall, a good day of community service.

A dull thump against the wall wakes me. The bedroom is still pitch black except for a beam of moonlight spilling through the windows.

There’s another small clattering sound, and my whole body tenses. But I hear Chloe curse under her breath, and I grin—my muscles easing.

This girl’s got to be the clumsiest person I’ve ever met.

But as I listen to her pad around the living room—imagining her stumbling around in the dark wearing that tiny white camisole and lacy panties—that familiar ache returns.

I’m still naked, with Ellen’s warm belly pressed against my hip as I press my palm over my thickening cock.

There’s the clink of a dish in the kitchen, then I hear the faucet running. And I can’t resist.

Untangling myself from Ellen’s arms, I crawl off the bed very carefully—quietly pulling on my briefs.

But I’m not going to do anything I’ll regret. Just get a quick peek.

When I open the bedroom door, I see her silhouette at the kitchen sink. Her smooth curves are dimly lit in the soft moonlight as she drinks from a glass.

I close the door gently behind me, leaving it open just a tad so it won’t make a sound and wake Ellen.

When I turn back, Chloe’s watching me.

“Hey there,” she says quietly.

“Hey.” I move to join her at the sink, reaching for a clean glass.

She turns toward me, resting her water on the counter beside her. “Did I wake you?” She takes a step closer until she’s so close I can feel the heat of her body radiating on my skin. Her thigh is just inches from my hand.

I swallow hard. “Nope. Just…need a drink of water.”

I fill my glass and down it in one swig. Then I rest it on the counter, leaning back against the sink beside her.

“Is that so?” she whispers, but my gaze is already raking down to where her breasts are nestled under that white camisole.

“I don’t know. Is it?” I tease, letting my tone drop low.

Dimples form in the thin satin as her nipples tighten under my gaze. Those wide, pink nipples.

Fuck. I need to see them again.

Just once.

“I hope I’m not making things…awkward. With your wife.” Her fingers rest lightly on my chest. Then she drags them down very slowly—making my cock twitch.

I’m already at half-mast, and when I stare into those wide, blue eyes, I feel the heat sear through my core. “Not at all.”

She nibbles on her lip, and my eyes fix on those tiny indentations her teeth are making there.

“I’m glad you’re here,” I whisper.

She moves close—close enough that I can feel the heavy press of her tits against my ribs. Goosebumps prickle over my skin as her fingers trace the waistband of my briefs.

Just one taste.

That’s all I need.

Her tongue darts out to wet her lips, but I’m already cupping her face in my hands—tipping her chin up and pressing my mouth to hers.

A zing of strawberry sweet chapstick hits my tongue as soft, full lips pull and drag against mine. And when I thrust my tongue in her mouth, she tangles with me.

I grip her hips hard, digging my fingers into the thick flesh of her ass through lace, and she moans into my mouth.

“Holy fuck, you feel good.” I slide a palm beneath her camisole, feeling my way up until I’m cupping the weight of her bare breast in my hand. Her breath catches as I graze my thumb over the stiff nub of her nipple, and when I twist it gently between my fingers, she makes a low, whimpering sound that goes straight to my cock.

I shove her against the sink, hoisting her up to set her on the counter.

She spreads her knees wide as I step in, sliding my fingers between her legs and feeling into the wet heat at her center.

My fingers twine into the elastic edges of her panties. I tug them down, exposing her ass and kneading her cheeks with both hands. “Fuck, yes.”

She peels her top over her head for me, and I bend—licking and kissing her beautiful breasts and all down her belly.

The intimate scent of her arousal is all around me, and I need to taste her. Feel her cunt on my tongue.

I tug her panties down further, and she wriggles to help—lifting her hips for me.

But something tumbles across the counter behind her, and there’s a loud crash as it clatters into the sink.

“Liam?” Ellen’s voice cuts through the house.

“Shit!” I pull Chloe off the counter, tugging her panties back into place as she scrambles to get her top back on.

But when I finally turn back to the bedroom, Ellen’s standing in the doorway. She’s staring straight at us, her mouth wide open.

“What are you doing out here?”

My heart pounds in my ears. “Hey, baby…” I stammer, shielding my thick cock with my hands. “We just— I was getting a glass of water.”

Chloe cuts in, “Right. And I couldn’t sleep.”

There’s a long, terrible pause.

“Come back to bed.” Ellen’s voice is flat.

A cold sweat trickles down my spine. “Sure.”

I glance at Chloe as Ellen retreats into the bedroom. Her hair is tousled, her eyes still thick with arousal.

Even now—with my loving wife hurting because of what I’ve done—I’m still drawn to Chloe like a fucking magnet.

What’s wrong with me?

“ ‘Night,” I whisper, crossing toward the bedroom to meet my fate.

Ellen’s lying on the bed, but her back is turned. I close the bedroom door quietly behind me, then pause—unsure whether to crawl in beside her or give her space.

“Elle?” I say quietly, but there’s no response.

After a moment, I move onto the bed slowly. “Baby?”

When I reach to touch her shoulder gently, she pulls away.

“Elle, I fucked up. Real bad.”

She shakes her head slowly, then she tugs the blankets over her shoulders. “I’m tired. I have a big day tomorrow, and I need my sleep.”

A dull ache spreads through my chest. “All right. OK, baby.”

I lay down awkwardly beside her, feeling like a monster. I kissed another woman. I felt her up and licked her tits.

And the worst part is…

I would have fucked her right there on that counter if Ellen hadn’t stopped us.

My heart floods with shame, but I’m still so hard my balls are aching.

This girl is dangerous.

I’m not sure I can handle another night of temptation.

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"Cheating at Our Overbooked BnB" by Leah Frost

When Liam agrees to share their BnB with a curvy stranger, he never expects his wife to give him permission to touch.

Liam’s looking forward to some rare private time with his loving wife, Ellen, when he decides to tag along for her weekend work trip. But when he arrives at their secluded BnB ahead of her, he’s shocked to find the house is already occupied.

Blonde bombshell Chloe is everything Liam shouldn’t want: easy-going, flirtatious, and far too aware of the effect she has on him. Liam knows he should walk away. Find a hotel. Instead--fueled by dangerous curiosity--he agrees to share the house.

But Ellen's wise to his attraction as tensions rise during their first night together. When she discovers the two of them crossing a line in secret, her jealousy flares white-hot. But anger dissolves into intense arousal, and soon Ellen's begging Liam to break his vows and make his filthiest dreams with Chloe come true. 

And the most shocking part? Ellen wants a front-row seat.

Contains graphic depictions of MF and voyeuristic FMF encounters between consenting adults. Includes consensual infidelity, jealousy, and light BDSM.

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The hotel was already thick with dull conference energy. You were out of town for the two-day summit, and I’d pushed you to go. You’d hesitated, as you always do when it means leaving the kids and the usual rhythm for more than a night, but I told you to take it. Dress up. Drink the good wine. Let yourself be seen by colleagues who only ever get the polished version of you. You’d agreed, half-reluctant, half-curious.

By the time the final panel ended, the bars and restaurants were loud with it. Marble floors, low jazz, the warm bite of whiskey and perfume. You and the colleague you’d been paired with all day drifted into one of the crowded lounges with a larger group. The room felt overheated. Married people leaned in too close. Hands vanished under tables. Everyone was performing the same low-grade denial that this wasn’t really happening.

He noticed it first. “This is the perfect place for it,” he said, low, almost laughing, his knee finding yours under the table and staying there. “No one knows anyone. Two nights, hotel full of strangers. It’s basically a playground.” You laughed with him, light and conspiratorial, and felt the small, bright thrill of being the kind of woman who could share a joke like that without flinching.

Dinner turned into a private comedy. You both watched a buttoned-up department head disappear with his much younger assistant and return twenty minutes later with lipstick on his collar and a carefully blank expression. “They’re not even trying,” you murmured. He leaned closer, eyes bright. “At this rate they should just hand out room keys with the name tags.” The two of you spent the rest of the meal inventing increasingly filthy backstories for every pair that slipped away, turning the whole conference into your own dirty little show. Under the table his knee stayed against yours. You didn’t move it.

Later, in a shadowed alcove off the main lounge, he kissed you. It was careful at first, testing, then deeper. Your mouth opened under his. Tongues slid together, slow and wet. His hand settled at your waist, fingers pressing into the fabric of your dress like he was already imagining the skin beneath it. The distant pulse of the bar thumped behind you. For a few seconds you kissed him back fully, tasting red wine and the faint salt of his skin, feeling the solid heat of his body. Then you both pulled apart, laughing under your breath, suddenly aware of how exposed the alcove actually was. You smoothed your dress. Your pulse was loud in your ears. You rejoined the table as if nothing had happened.

Under the table it continued. Your bare foot slid along the inside of his calf, then higher, deliberate. He answered by resting his hand on your thigh and sliding it upward, slow enough that you felt every inch of the journey. His fingertips found the edge of your lace panties and rested there, tracing the seam, not quite pushing beneath it. The conversation around you stayed loud and ordinary. Glasses clinked. Someone told a story. You kept your face neutral while his thumb brushed, just once, over the damp center of the fabric. You were already wet. The knowledge that you were sitting in a crowded lounge with a man’s fingers on your panties while your husband was at home made your pussy throb.

When the group finally broke, the two of you lingered in the hallway, flushed and tipsy, neither quite willing to be the one who said the next thing. You said goodnight with one last look that felt heavy with everything unsaid, then went to your separate rooms.

Alone, door clicked shut, you couldn’t stop replaying it. The taste of his mouth. The firm press of his body. The way his hand had felt on your thigh under the table. You stripped out of the dress, left your panties on, and lay back on the cool sheets. Your hand slid between your legs. You were soaked. You touched your pussy thinking about the kiss, about his fingers, about the fact that you were going to tell me about this later. How you would describe it, what you would leave out, what you would admit. You came quietly, biting your lip, then lay there afterward with your fingers still wet, heart racing, already knowing the next day would be worse.

It was. Every glance across the conference room felt loaded. Every accidental brush of shoulders sent heat straight between your legs. At dinner the flirting stopped being playful. Hands moved under the table with purpose. When his fingers found the inside of your thigh again you parted your legs a fraction and let him feel how wet you still were. He made a low sound in his throat. You smiled into your wineglass.

When the group began making loose plans for drinks later, you asked him, casually, if he wanted to come by your room for a quick drink first. He declined. His room was closer. You followed him down the corridor with your pulse in your throat, the irony of it sharp and delicious. All weekend you had laughed at the people sneaking off, and now you were one of them.

The second the door clicked shut, the restraint broke. You kissed him hard, mouths open, tongues sliding, hands already pulling at clothes. He unzipped your dress while you worked at his shirt. Fabric hit the floor in a messy rush until you were both naked. The room smelled like hotel soap, his cologne, and the sudden, unmistakable musk of sex. You were dripping. When he stepped between your legs you got a clear look at his cock, thicker and longer than you were used to, heavy and already hard against his thigh. The sight of it made your breath catch. You reached down and wrapped your hand around him, feeling the weight and the heat, the way your fingers didn’t quite meet. The novelty of that alone sent a fresh rush of wetness between your legs.

He reached for a condom. The moment stretched. You watched him tear the wrapper, fumble with it, roll it on with hands that weren’t quite steady. The wait made you restless. You shifted on the bed, legs parted, one hand sliding between your own thighs because you couldn’t stand the emptiness. “Hurry,” you said, voice lower than you expected. When he finally came back to you, you pulled him down and wrapped your legs around his waist, heels pressing into the backs of his thighs.

He pushed inside in one slow, deep stroke. The head of his cock spread you open wider than mine ever does, and you gasped at the stretch, a sharp little sound you couldn’t hold back. He was bigger, noticeably bigger, and the novelty of it made your pussy clench around him before he was even fully inside. You felt every inch as he sank deeper, the way your body had to yield and open for him in a way it doesn’t have to for me. There was a brief, almost too-full sensation as he bottomed out, a pressure that made your breath hitch and your fingers dig into his shoulders. He stayed there for a second, buried, both of you breathing hard, letting you adjust to the size of him.

Then you started to move. At first it was slow, deliberate, hips rolling so you could feel the full length of him sliding in and out. The wet sound of it was loud in the quiet room. Every time he pushed back in you felt the stretch again, the way your pussy had to open for a cock that was thicker than the one you were used to. You kept your eyes open. You watched his face while he fucked you, feeling the difference in every thrust, the extra fullness, the way he reached deeper and made your toes curl. You thought about how this cock felt compared to mine, how much more of a stretch it was, how the size made the whole thing feel new and slightly overwhelming. The thought of telling me about it later, of describing exactly how much bigger he felt, sent a fresh pulse of heat through you.

The rhythm picked up. He drove into you harder, the bed creaking under the force of it, and you met him, lifting your hips to take him as deep as you could. Your pussy was soaked, gripping him on every stroke, the slick sound of it filling the room. You could feel yourself getting close, the tension coiling tighter with each thrust, sharpened by the novelty of his size and by the knowledge that this was something you would bring home to me. When you came it was sudden and hard, thighs shaking around him, a low moan caught in your throat as your pussy clenched around his cock in tight, pulsing waves. He followed a few thrusts later, hips stuttering, forehead pressed to yours, buried as deep as he could get.

For a moment you both just stayed there, still joined, breathing. Then you looked at each other and laughed, the same soft, disbelieving laugh you’d shared all weekend while mocking everyone else. The joke had turned on you. Perfectly.

You cleaned up. You got dressed again. You kissed him once more, slower this time, before you left. On the flight home you pulled out your phone and typed the message with your thighs still faintly sore and the memory of that thicker cock still lingering between them.

I have something exciting to tell you…

Permission Granted - Part 13

I stood up from the table.

“Both of you. Stand up.”

They rose together. I stepped in front of Emily, gripped the red dress that was still tangled around her hips, and pushed it the rest of the way down. She stepped out of it. A moment later both women stood completely naked in front of me.

I closed the space between the three of us and pulled them in, one hand gripping each of their asses hard. I kissed Dani first—long and deep, tasting Emily on her lips and tongue. Then I turned and kissed Emily the same way, slow and thorough.

When I broke the second kiss I looked at both of them.

“Undress me.”

Emily reached for the buttons of my shirt. Dani dropped to the zipper of my jeans. They worked without rushing—shirt pushed off my shoulders, jeans and underwear tugged down until I could step out of them. When I was completely naked I sat in the middle of the couch and looked down at them.

“Kneel.”

They dropped side by side on the floor in front of me. I wrapped a hand around my cock and stroked myself slowly while they watched, already rock hard from everything that had come before.

“Together.”

Both of them leaned in at the same time. Their tongues started at the base and dragged slowly up opposite sides of my cock, warm and wet, until they met at the head. They stayed there for a moment, tongues sliding against each other and over the sensitive head, before they began working me in earnest—licking, kissing, taking turns sucking the tip while the other stroked and licked the shaft.

Emily took me into her mouth first, sinking down in a slow, practiced stroke while Dani licked and kissed along the side and lower, occasionally dropping to my balls. After a short while they switched without being told. Dani’s mouth was hotter, a little hungrier; she took me deeper and gagged softly when I hit the back of her throat, spit already running down the shaft. Emily stroked what Dani couldn’t fit and leaned in to lick the spit away, her tongue occasionally brushing Dani’s lips.

They fell into an easy rhythm—one sucking, the other licking and stroking, then trading places again. Every so often they met at the head of my cock and kissed around it, tongues sliding together while they shared me. I rested a hand on each of their heads, feeling the rise and fall of them as they worked. Spit coated me completely.

After several more minutes I pulled them both off gently. Thick strings of spit connected their swollen lips to the head of my cock. Both of them stayed on their knees, breathing a little harder, waiting.

I looked down at them for a long moment, then over at Ross, then back to the two women.

“Bedroom. Now.”

They rose and led the way down the short hall. Ross followed. Inside the bedroom the light was low. I pointed to the center of the bed.

“Emily. On your back. Head toward the edge.”

She climbed onto the mattress and lay back so her head hung slightly off the edge, mouth open and available. I nodded to Dani.

“Between her legs. Eat her cunt while she sucks my cock.”

Dani crawled up and settled between Emily’s thighs. I stepped to the edge of the bed, guided my cock into Emily’s mouth, and watched as Dani lowered her head and began licking her open.
Emily moaned around me every time Dani’s tongue found a sensitive spot. I fucked her mouth in slow, steady strokes while Dani worked between her legs, and Ross watched everything from the corner in silence.

Emily’s hands gripped my ass, taking what I gave her. Every time Dani’s tongue pressed harder or her fingers slid inside, Emily moaned around my cock and the vibration traveled straight through me. I played with her tits, while I watched Dani’s dark head moving between her spread thighs.

After a few minutes I pulled out of Emily’s mouth. A thin string of spit connected her bottom lip to the head of my cock. She looked up at me, eyes glassy, waiting.

I moved around behind Dani. She was still on her knees between Emily’s legs, face buried in her cunt. I gripped her hips, rubbed the head of my cock through her soaked folds, and pushed into her in one firm thrust. She moaned hard against Emily’s pussy at the sudden fullness.

I started fucking her from behind with deep, steady strokes while she kept eating Emily. Every thrust pushed her face harder against Emily’s cunt. Emily’s moans grew louder, one hand reaching down to hold Dani’s head in place. I locked my hands on Dani’s hips and drove into her harder, watching her body rock forward with every impact while she continued licking and sucking Emily without stopping.

I locked my hands on Dani’s hips and drove into her harder, watching her body rock forward with every impact while she continued licking and sucking Emily without stopping.

Emily’s head tipped back against the mattress. Her hands stayed buried in Dani’s dark hair, holding her in place as her hips began to roll upward. Soft, rising moans spilled out of her every time Dani’s tongue hit the right spot. I kept the pace strong and steady from behind, one hand sliding up Dani’s back to grip her shoulder for more leverage. Every thrust pushed her face deeper between Emily’s thighs.

Dani moaned against Emily’s cunt whenever I bottomed out. Her arms trembled slightly as she braced herself, but she never pulled away. She kept eating her with focused, hungry attention even while I fucked her.

I leaned forward, chest close to her back, and spoke low enough for both of them to hear.

“Make her come. Then you’re next.”

Emily’s breathing turned sharp. Her thighs started to shake on either side of Dani’s head. She pulled Dani’s hair tighter and lifted her hips to meet every stroke of her tongue. A long, broken cry tore out of her as the orgasm hit—body arching, legs clamping around Dani’s head while she came hard against her mouth.

Dani stayed right there through it, licking her through every wave while I kept fucking her from behind without slowing down. When Emily finally collapsed back against the bed, still twitching, I reached down, grabbed a fistful of Dani’s hair, and pulled her head up just enough so she had to stop.

“Your turn.”

I kept fucking her from behind with deep, powerful strokes, one hand locked on her hip. My other hand came down hard on her ass—sharp, open-handed spanks that landed in time with my thrusts. Left cheek. Right cheek. Again. Harder.

Dani cried out with every impact, body jerking forward, but she pushed back to take me deeper. Her arms shook as she braced herself on the mattress between Emily’s still-trembling legs. I spanked her again, watching the skin turn pink under my hand, and drove into her even harder.

“Come on my cock.”

“Ohhhhhhh fuuuuckkk” she screamed.

Her whole body tensed and shook as the orgasm slammed through her. Her cunt clamped down around me in strong pulses while I kept spanking her through it—hard, deliberate smacks that made her cry out louder with every wave. I fucked her straight through the orgasm, hand still cracking against her ass, until the intensity finally faded and she collapsed forward onto her elbows, gasping and trembling.

I slowed but didn’t pull out, still buried deep inside her while she caught her breath. Emily watched from her back, eyes dark, one hand lazily stroking Dani’s hair.

I pulled out of Dani and lay down in the center of the bed on my back.

“Emily. On my cock.”

She moved immediately, straddling my hips. She reached down, guided me to her entrance, and sank onto me in one smooth motion until I was buried to the hilt. Both of us exhaled hard. She started rolling her hips, taking me deep.

“Dani. On my face.”

Dani climbed up and swung a leg over me, lowering herself until her cunt rested against my mouth. I gripped her thighs and dragged my tongue through her folds, tasting her. She moaned and settled more of her weight onto me.

Emily looked over at Ross while she rode me.

“Pull your pathetic little cock out and stroke it. You’re not allowed to come. Just watch and stroke.”

Ross obeyed without a word. He freed himself from his pants and started stroking slowly, eyes locked on the two women using me. Emily kept riding my cock in steady, deep rolls of her hips while Dani ground against my mouth. I licked and sucked her without pause, hands holding her thighs open, while Emily fucked herself on me and watched her husband stroke under her command.

The two women leaned toward each other. Emily reached up, cupped the back of Dani’s neck, and pulled her into a slow, deep kiss. Their tongues met above me while both of them continued moving—Emily fucking herself on my cock, Dani grinding on my face. Hands started to wander.
Emily’s fingers found Dani’s tits, pinching and rolling her nipples. Dani’s hands slid down Emily’s body, gripping her waist and helping her ride me harder.

Emily broke the kiss just enough to speak against Dani’s mouth, voice low and clear enough for Ross to hear every word.

“You’re lucky, you know that? Getting fucked by a real man who actually knows how to use his cock. Not like what I have at home.”

She glanced over at Ross, still stroking slowly under her earlier order, then looked back at Dani and kissed her again—deeper this time. One of her hands stayed on Dani’s breast while the other reached back and braced on my thigh so she could drop down harder onto me. Dani moaned into the kiss and pushed her cunt more firmly against my mouth.

“Look at my cuck husband. He has to stop every 5 seconds so doesn’t shoot all over the floor”.

I kept licking her through it all, tasting how wet she was, while Emily used my cock and kept degrading her husband right in front of him.

Emily kept riding my cock while Dani ground against my mouth. The two of them stayed locked in that deep kiss, hands roaming, until Dani broke it just long enough to shove two fingers into Emily’s mouth. Emily sucked them without hesitation, getting them wet. Dani pulled them free and reached down between their bodies, finding Emily’s clit. She started rubbing it in tight, firm circles while Emily continued bouncing on my cock.

Emily’s rhythm faltered. Loud moans spilled out of her against Dani’s lips. Dani kept rubbing, watching her face the whole time.

“Cum on his big cock,” Dani told her, voice low and steady. “I want to watch you cum baby.”

Emily’s eyes fluttered. She dropped down harder, grinding her clit against Dani’s fingers at the bottom of every stroke. Her breathing turned sharp and desperate. I kept licking Dani without slowing, hands locked on her thighs, while Emily rode me closer and closer to the edge under Dani’s touch and command.

“That’s it,” Dani murmured. “Be a good girl and cum for him.”

Emily came with a cry, body tensing as the orgasm hit. Her cunt clamped down hard around my cock. Dani kept rubbing her clit through every wave, forcing her to ride it out fully, while I stayed buried deep inside her and continued eating Dani above me.

Emily slid off my cock, still trembling from her orgasm, and shifted to the side.

Dani immediately leaned down, took me into her mouth, and forced herself deep. She didn’t ease into it—she pushed until the head of my cock hit the back of her throat and kept going, choking herself on purpose. Her throat convulsed around me. Spit ran down the shaft and over my balls as she held herself there, eyes watering, before pulling back just enough to breathe and then driving down again. She gagged hard each time, clearly determined to take as much as she could.
After a short while she pulled off, scooted down my body, and straddled me in reverse cowgirl. She lined me up, and sank down onto my cock in one smooth motion until I was buried fully inside her. Then she started riding—lifting and dropping in steady, deep strokes, her ass flexing with every movement.

Emily moved in close. She leaned down and started licking—first my balls, slow and thorough, then up the base of my cock where it disappeared into Dani, and higher still until her tongue found Dani’s clit. She licked and sucked her there while Dani continued bouncing on my cock. The three of us connected like that: Dani riding me reverse, Emily’s mouth working between us, licking everything she could reach.
I gripped Dani’s hips and thrust up to meet her, watching the way her body moved and the way Emily stayed focused between her legs.

Dani kept riding me in reverse, lifting and dropping in steady, deep strokes. Emily stayed low between us, licking my balls and the base of my cock whenever it appeared, then sliding higher to suck and flick Dani’s clit in time with her movements. Dani’s hands braced on my thighs as she took me over and over.

I gripped her hips harder and thrust up to meet her. The dual attention—Emily’s mouth and the tight heat of Dani around my cock—pushed the intensity higher. Dani’s breathing grew sharper.

Emily pulled back just long enough to look up at both of us, lips shiny.

“She’s getting close again,” she said, then went right back to licking Dani’s clit with focused attention.

I reached around Dani’s waist, found her clit with my fingers alongside Emily’s tongue, and rubbed in tight circles while I kept fucking up into her. Dani’s rhythm faltered. Her thighs started to shake.

“Come on my cock,” I told her.

Her body tensed as the orgasm hit. Her cunt clamped down around me in strong pulses while Emily kept licking her through it and I kept thrusting upward. She shook hard, moaning with every wave, until the intensity finally eased and she slowed, still seated fully on me, breathing heavily.

Emily gave her clit one last slow lick, then kissed the inside of Dani’s thigh.

I lifted Dani off my cock. She moved to the side on unsteady legs. I nodded to Emily.

“On your back. Legs open.”

She lay down immediately and spread her thighs. I moved between them, and pushed into her in one deep stroke. She locked her legs around my waist.

“Fuck… yes—”

I started fucking her with steady, powerful thrusts, hands holding her wrists against the mattress. Dani climbed up beside us. She leaned down, took one of Emily’s pierced nipples into her mouth, and sucked hard while her hand slid between our bodies. She found Emily’s clit and started rubbing it in tight, firm circles in time with my thrusts.

Emily’s hands tangled in Dani’s dark hair, holding her against her breast.

“That feels so good—don’t stop—”

I fucked her harder, driving deep while Dani worked her clit without stopping.

Emily’s back arched.

“I’m coming—fuck, I’m coming—”

The sudden tight squeezing pushed me over the edge with her. I buried myself to the hilt and came hard, pulsing deep inside her while she kept saying “oh my god… yes…fill me Daddy…breed me” under her breath and Dani continued sucking her nipple and rubbing her clit through every wave.

I stayed locked against her until the last of it faded, both of us breathing hard, Dani still pressed close beside us. Ross remained in the corner, still stroking under orders, watching his wife get filled while another woman helped push her over the edge.

I pulled out of Emily and shifted to the side, lying down next to Dani. I pulled her against me, one arm around her, and we both turned to watch.

Emily looked over at Ross, still stroking in the corner under her earlier order.

“Come here.”

He moved to the edge of the bed. Emily spread her legs wider, showing him the mess of my cum already starting to leak out of her.

“Cum on my pussy. Right here.”

Ross stroked faster, eyes locked between her legs. It only took a short time. He came with a low, strained “fuck—” as thick ropes landed across her cunt and mixed with what I had already left inside her. Some of it dripped down onto the sheets.

Emily looked at him, voice calm and clear.

“Be a good cuck husband and clean me up.”

He didn’t hesitate. He knelt between her thighs, leaned in, and started licking—long, thorough strokes as he cleaned both his cum and mine from her pussy. Emily watched him the whole time, one hand resting lightly on the back of his head.

“Fuck that’s hot” Dani whispered.

Then she slid down and took me in her mouth. Licking and sucking softly for a minute. Then she moved back next me watching Ross lick his wife’s used pussy.

Oh, this is going to be fun. I can’t wait. We will take a bunch of pictures, then we can sit and flip through them together,” Tina said eagerly.

“What did you have in mind, Tina?” Jaz questioned curiously.

“We have to document it all. Never know if we’re going to be able to do this again.” Tina’s eyes darted back and forth at Jaz’s and my practically naked bodies nuzzled together on the couch.

I got up, still sporting my thick erection. Tina’s eyes shot straight down, watching it bounce and sway as I walked over to her. I put my hand under her chin and tilted her head up.

“Uh-oh… is someone starting to get a little jealous?” I teased.

“NO,” she said reactively.

I leaned down until I was inches from her face, locked eyes with her, and said, “Tina, babygirl, you are my everything. The love of my life.”

She blushed and smiled as I leaned in and kissed her.

“I love you,” she whispered softly.

I stood back up. “I love you too, beautiful.” I shoved my boxers down. My hard cock sprang free, heavy and already leaking at the tip.

“Okay, director… what’s first?” I asked Tina with a big grin.

“Well, I guess the first step is we have to get naked too.”

The girls stood up. Jaz slid her shorts to the floor. Tina yanked her shirt off, then dropped her thong to the ground, leaving both of them completely bare.

“Okay, Jaz—put your leg up on the couch. Eric, go finger her like you did in the shower yesterday.”

Tina grabbed her phone as I walked over. Jaz already had one leg up on the couch, thighs spread wide, waiting. I immediately pressed my fingers against her slick hole, leaned in, and kissed her hard while sliding two fingers deep inside her. At the same time I reached up and roughly grabbed one of her heavy tits, squeezing the soft skin.

“Yeah… there you go,” Tina murmured, circling us with the phone.

“Suck on her nipple.”

I pulled away from the kiss and attacked Jaz’s nipple—flicking it with my tongue, then sucking the stiff peak into my mouth. I could feel her pussy getting wetter around my fingers almost instantly.

“Get on your knees and suck his cock, Jaz,” Tina demanded.

I slid my fingers out of her dripping pussy. Jaz dropped straight to the floor.

“Okay—one of you sucking the tip, one of you taking as much as you can, and then one of Eric forcing you down as far as he can.”

Without a word Jaz wrapped her lips around the swollen head of my cock, just like she had before. I looked down and watched her pinching and twisting her own nipples while Tina circled us, hunting for the best angles.

“Fuck, you guys are hot,” Tina murmured to herself, completely focused.

“Alright, let’s see what you got, Jaz. As deep as you can.”

I reached back, gathered her hair into a tight fist like a ponytail, and held it. Jaz’s lips slid halfway down my thick shaft before she jerked back, gagging hard.

“Damnit,” she muttered, frustrated.

I laughed. “It’s okay. Give it a few tries.”

“Yeah, keep going,” Tina said encouragingly.

Jaz took a deep breath and took me back into her mouth. Her hand gripped the base of my cock while she eased herself down. She reached the same depth as before, then went even slower.

“There you go,” I groaned, watching her sink about three-quarters of the way down before her head shot back again, eyes watering from the gagging.

“That was pretty damn good,” Tina said.

“He’s just so fucking big,” Jaz said, looking up at me with a proud, teary-eyed grin.

“Ready for the last one?” Tina asked.

Jaz nodded and put the tip back in her mouth. I tightened my grip on her hair until the base of my fist was pressed hard against the back of her head. I started controlling her completely—pulling her halfway down and back up to the tip, over and over. Then I steadily forced her head deeper. When she hit the point she’d reached on her own she started gagging hard, her head trying to jerk backward, but I held her there. Thick spit dripped from the corners of her mouth and down her chin.

I eased her back up slowly, letting her recover but keeping my cock in her mouth. Then I pushed her down again. Her hands clamped hard onto my thighs. Three-quarters of the way down she was gagging violently, head fighting to pull away, spit pouring off her chin onto her tits. I forced the rest of my cock down her throat until only a couple centimeters remained. Her fingers dug into my thighs.

“Ohhhhhh…” I moaned, watching her take nearly every inch.

I finally let go of her head. She shot off my cock, tears running down her face, long strands of spit hanging from her chin.

“Fuck yeah—look at me,” Tina said, pointing the phone right at Jaz’s messy face and cum-slick chest. “You’re a mess. I love it.”

“I’m gonna go wipe my face,” Jaz said, standing and heading toward the bathroom.

I grabbed Tina and pulled her against me. My hands sank onto her round ass, squeezing hard as I kissed her. One kiss turned into a deep, hungry make-out. Her hand found my cock and started stroking it slowly while our tongues tangled. Eventually she pulled back. Jaz was already sitting naked on the couch again.

“How about Jaz eats your pussy for a quick pic?” I suggested.

Tina looked at me like she wasn’t sure if I was serious. “I guess… if you really want. If Jaz is willing.”

I looked over at Jaz. She shook her head.

“The only reason I did it yesterday is because we were drinking. I’m more of a dick kinda girl.”

“Just real quick… please. For me,” I pleaded with a smile.

“Fuck. Fine. Lay down, Tina.”

Tina lay on her back in front of Jaz. Jaz leaned over. I took the phone and moved around them the same way Tina had been doing, snapping different angles while Tina’s hands massaged her own tits, squeezing and pinching her nipples.

“See? Not so bad. Tina has a wonderful tasting pussy,” I said as I got behind Jaz. My hand slid down between her legs. My fingers spread her wet lips and slowly worked into her tight hole. Tina started moaning faintly. Jaz’s hips began curling back against my fingers.

I pressed fully against her from behind and laid my heavy cock across her ass. I pulled my fingers out and snapped a picture of my thick shaft resting between her cheeks while she licked Tina. Then I grabbed my cock, lined it up, and pushed into her.

“Uhhhh—” Jaz moaned loudly as I sank inside her.

I buried myself to the hilt and took another picture. Then I pulled out and stood back up beside them.

“Thank you, sexy ladies.”

Jaz sat up quickly. “You’re welcome.”

Tina stayed on her back, legs still spread. One of her hands had replaced Jaz’s tongue and was rubbing slow circles through her own wetness.

“Come here,” Tina motioned, waving me toward her.

I leaned down, thinking she wanted a kiss. Instead she grabbed a fistful of my hair and shoved my head straight between her thighs. I chuckled and settled in, kissing along her inner thighs while she kept rubbing her clit. My tongue slid just under her finger, down to her hole, then back up. Her hand drifted to her tits. I spread her open with both hands and flicked her clit with the tip of my tongue, slow and soft. Her moans got louder.

Jaz had taken the phone and was up by Tina’s face, photographing me with my mouth buried in her pussy.

I sat up and laid my cock right on top of Tina’s wet pussy.

“Hand me the phone real quick,” I told Jaz.

I took a picture of Tina lying there, hands on her tits, my thick cock resting against her pussy. Then a few more—just the tip inside, teasing her, then buried all the way to the base.

I slid out and looked at Jaz. “Your turn.”

Tina sat up and took the phone back. Jaz lay on her back the same way Tina had, grabbing her much bigger tits to keep them from spilling over her sides. I slapped my cock against her wet pussy a few times. Soft whimpers escaped her each time it smacked against her. I slid the shaft between her lips until the head rested on her clit. Tina snapped a pic. Then I put just the tip in… then halfway… using my fingers to spread her open for the camera. When I thrust all the way in, Jaz’s back arched hard and she let out a soft “uhhhh.”

I reached up and grabbed both of her heavy tits. Her hands settled on top of mine, fingers pinching her own nipples while Tina circled us, hunting for the best angles.

“This is gonna make me so wet when Eric and I use these for foreplay in the future,” Tina said lustfully.

“Yes, baby. We’ll make a slideshow and put it on the TV while I play with your pussy,” I answered, slowly fucking in and out of Jaz.

“Mmm,” Tina grunted at the idea.

I pulled out of Jaz and moved to the side of the couch, turning her head toward me. She was still on her back, legs spread. I pushed my cock between her lips and worked it in and out of her mouth slowly while my hand slid down and rubbed up and down her soaked pussy. Her hips rocked and bucked. When I finally slid two fingers deep inside her she moaned around my cock, hips jumping toward my hand. Her head started jerking forward on its own, taking even more than I was giving her.

“Oh fuck, that’s hot,” Tina cheered, making sure to get close-ups of my cock disappearing into Jaz’s mouth and my fingers buried in her needy pussy.

I looked over. Tina was holding the phone in one hand and rubbing her own pussy with the other.

“What’s next, director?” I teased.

“Doggy?” Tina asked.

“Please,” I said eagerly.

I pulled out of both of Jaz’s holes. She turned around on the couch and I got behind her immediately, sliding my cock into her wet heat and easing it all the way to the base. My hands gripped her hips and yanked her back onto me.

“Fuck,” was all Jaz could manage.

Tina positioned herself in front of Jaz’s face. “I love the face you make when he’s inside you. Pure ecstasy.”

I fucked her at a steady pace while Tina snapped pictures from every angle. Then Tina got right back in front of her.

“Fuck her hard, Eric. I’m gonna get a video,” she said mischievously.

I nodded, readjusted my grip on Jaz’s waist, and started increasing the speed—bottoming out harder and rougher with every thrust. Jaz’s moans got louder and more broken. Her heavy tits swung wildly.

“You love that shit, don’t you?” Tina said, voice thick with lust.

“Mm—YEAHHH… fuck yeaaahhhh,” Jaz whimpered.

I could feel myself bottoming out completely. She couldn’t have taken another centimeter. “Fuck, yes Eric—ohhhh my GODDD,” she yelled.

I grunted and gave her everything I had, watching my cock disappear all the way inside her tight pussy, then watching that same pussy cling desperately to the head every time I pulled back.

“Cum for me, Jaz. Cum on my dick. Then you’re gonna taste it,” I demanded firmly.

“Uhhhmmfffuuffuuuuccckkkk—” Jaz’s body started shaking like she was freezing. I felt her walls throb and pulse hard around the cock I was holding deep inside her. After about thirty seconds she came back to herself, leaned forward, and pulled off me. She spun around without hesitation and threw herself onto my cock, taking as much as she could immediately. Soft hums vibrated around my shaft as her head bobbed up and down my glistening length. One hand held her up; the other was locked around the base of my cock, holding it steady for her mouth. Tina was right there capturing every second. I reached over and played with the heavy tits swinging beneath her.

All I could think about was those same tits bouncing in my face while she rode me. I grabbed her under the arms and hauled her up. Our bodies moved in perfect sync as she floated onto my lap. Our mouths crashed together instantly. The mix of her spit, her cum, and my cock on her tongue made me even harder. She arched her ass up, gripped my cock, and rubbed the head through her soaking folds before finding her hole. Her hips worked back and forth as she slowly sank down. When she was an inch from the bottom she slammed the rest of the way home. Her lips left mine. An inch from my face she stared straight into my eyes.

“Uhhhh… you feel so good in me, baby,” she whispered seductively.

My hands came up and grabbed both of her perfect tits. I pushed her back just enough to bring them to my mouth. As I kissed around her areola I saw the dark red hickey she’d asked for the day before. She stared down at me while she rode me slow and deep. I kissed toward the hickey and looked up at her.

“You’re mine now.”

“Mmhmm,” she hummed and nodded.

I licked and sucked her nipples while her hips rolled in a slow, intimate rhythm—more intimate than anything we’d done so far.

“Fuck,” Tina said from the side.

I’d been so lost in Jaz that I’d almost forgotten she was there. I looked over. Tina was sitting with her legs spread, phone in one hand, the other hand buried between her thighs, fingering herself.

“I need a turn,” she pleaded as our eyes locked. “I want to ride you… then get bent over.”

“Come here, baby,” I said, lifting Jaz off my lap.

Tina straddled me as fast as she could, sliding my cock into her and dropping her hips all the way down in one motion.

“Uhhhhh—” she moaned in pure relief.

She started bouncing the full length of my cock, slamming down hard every time and moaning as she took every inch. My hands gripped her ass while it bounced and rippled. Her own hand slid down and started rubbing her clit faster and faster.

“I think I’m about to cum already,” she panted, looking me in the eyes between heavy breaths.

“Good. Because I can’t wait to bend you over and watch this ass bounce off me while I fuck you,” I teased.

“Yeah?” she asked, fishing for more.

“I know you like getting that pussy fucked hard right after you cum, baby.”

“Yes—oh, don’t stop—” Her bouncing got faster. Her fingers flew over her clit.

“Cum for me, Tina. Think about how hard and big that cock is for you. Cum for me. Let me pound that ass, baby. Cum on my dick.”

“OHHH yeahhh—fuuuckkk yess—holy fuck—” she screamed as her body started twitching and convulsing on my lap.

She collapsed sideways. Jaz was just sitting there watching, one hand rubbing her own pussy, the other still filming. I repositioned myself behind Tina, grabbed her hips, and yanked her ass up. I lined my cock up and thrust hard into her still-clenching cunt.

“OH—” she yelled.

I fucked her roughly, watching her ass bounce and ripple with every deep stroke. She moaned and yelled the entire time.

“Give me your cum!” she shouted.

That was all it took. I buried myself as deep as I could go and held there while my cock throbbed and pulsed, pumping thick ropes of cum deep inside her.

“Mmmmmmm,” Tina moaned steadily as she felt every spurt.

I slowly pulled out, watching my cum start to leak from her used hole, then rolled her onto her back.

“Jaz—give me the phone. I have one final request. Eat my cum out of her pussy… then kiss her and let her taste it.”

Jaz reluctantly handed me the phone. “Uh… okay,” she said nervously.

The second she put her face between Tina’s thighs, a thick glob of my cum started oozing out. Jaz licked it up without wasting a drop. Something seemed to flip in her head—she started licking and slurping greedily, spreading the mess all over Tina’s pussy and cleaning every drop. Then she slid up Tina’s body until their tits pressed together. Their mouths met and they both moaned into the kiss. Tina’s arms wrapped around Jaz and pulled her tighter. After a long minute Jaz finally pulled back, still lying on top of her.

“How was that?” Jaz teased, knowing it had been better than either of us expected.

“Amazing. You both are so fucking sexy,” I answered.

“Yeah… I actually really enjoyed that. Even kissing this sexy bitch.” Tina smirked at Jaz and pulled her back down for another kiss. Jaz didn’t resist at all.

“I definitely didn’t think I was going to enjoy eating his cum out of your pussy nearly as much as I did,” Jaz admitted.

“You can eat my pussy any time, Jaz,” Tina laughed.

“It’s gonna be fun to review all the pics and video we got, that’s for sure,” I said.

“Yeah. Let’s do that later if we have the energy. If not, we always have tomorrow,” Tina suggested.

“I can’t believe we only have the rest of today and tomorrow left. I need a week with you both,” Jaz joked.

“Well… let’s not waste any time. Let’s clean up and go do something fun,” I said, already walking toward the stairs.

The girls agreed and started making their way after me.

…to be continued…

I walked out of the office and smoothed my hair with my hands and straightened my leggings and I didnt look at him because there was nothing to say.

But then I decided that I'm nnot yet done

I looked at the office door and then I walked back in and closed it and Coach was still sitting in his chair and his shorts were still undone and his chest was still going up and down and his face was wrecked and he looked at me when I walked in and his eyes went wide.

"Stand up" I said.

He stood up and I reached down and grabbed the waistband of my leggings and pulled them down past my knees and stepped out of them and then I reached for his shorts and pushed them down his thighs and his cock sprang free and I wrapped my hand around it and stroked it once and he made a sound he could not hold in and then I climbed onto the chair and sank down on him slow and he slid in deep and I felt him in my stomach and I put my hands on his chest.

"YOU ARE MINE" I said.

He nodded and his breath was coming in short gasps and his hands hung at his sides.

I rolled my hips faster and his head fell back and I leaned forward and put my mouth close to his ear.

"Dont touch" I said. "Just sit there"

His jaw tightened and his chest was going up and down and his hands stayed on the arms of the chair and I kept going and his cock was so hard inside me and I could feel every inch of him and I was so wet it was dripping down his thighs and his breath was coming in short gasps.

"Fuck" he said and his voice was wrecked. "You feel so freakin good"

"I know" I said.

I rode him slow and deep and the water was still running in the shower and the lights were still buzzing and the office door was locked and I didnt stop and I felt him get close and I didnt slow down.

The office door opened. I didn't realize there wasn't any water running anymorre in the background

All three girls came in at once and they stopped.

I was on top of him and his hands were on my hips and my head was back and my eyes were closed and I didnt stop moving.

The girl who owns the black leggings looked at me and then at him and her face went white and her hand gripped the strap of her bag.

The girl who owns the blue leggings put her hand over her mouth and her eyes went wide.

The girl who owns the grey leggings took a step back and her bag slid off her shoulder and she caught it without looking.

Nobody said anything.

I looked at the three girls and then I looked at Coach and his eyes were wide and his jaw was open and his hands were frozen on my hips and he looked like he wanted to move and couldnt.

I didnt stop riding.

The girl who owns the black leggings looked at me and then at him and then at the office door and her jaw tightened and her face went white.

"Oh my god" she said. "Did you guys just"

The girl with the blue leggings shook her head slowly and her hand was still over her mouth and her eyes were still wide and she looked at the girl with the black leggings and then at me and then at him.

"That is disgusting" she said and her voice was low and shocked.

The girl who owns the grey leggings looked at me and then at him and then at the other two and she took another step back and her face was pale and her jaw was tight and her eyes were hard.

"We need to leave" she said.

All three of them grabbed their bags and walked out

I stood up and Coach was still standing there with his shorts undone and his chest going up and down and his face was wrecked and his eyes were wet and he looked at me like he wanted to say something.

I picked up my phone off the desk and held it in my hand.

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and his hand was shaking.

"Delete yours" he said.

I looked at the phone and then at him and then I put it in my bag.

"Nope" I said. "In case you forget who's in charge"

I walked to the door and walked out and closed it behind me and the three girls were gone and the parking lot was empty and my car was the only one leftv

House Rules, Part 1

I woke the next morning to a knock on my door.

I always slept naked, so I made sure the sheets had me covered before I called out, “Who’s there?”

The door opened and Ethan came in.

“Oh, you're not up yet.”

He walked over and sat down on the edge of the bed.

“I was gonna ask if you wanted to get some breakfast.”

He slid one hand under the covers, and I smiled up at him.

“You want another round?” I asked, teasing him.

“Yesterday was quite nice. I don’t see why we can’t do that again.”

“I guess I could give it a try.”

He lifted away my duvet and had a peek at what he hadn't seen yesterday.

“You are beautiful, you know that?”

I smiled at him.

“I know it now.”

I spread my legs as he moved across my stomach, then stretched my arms over my head and yawned.

“You are lucky I'm horny in the morning, Ethan. Otherwise, I might have been harder to convince.”

“I am sure you're horny a lot more than just in the morning.”

I wasn't sure what he meant by that, but I smiled and moaned as he slipped two fingers inside me.

I fumbled with his pants, trying to get them off. He helped me, and soon I had his cock in my mouth.

He had a lot more control from where he was positioned this time. He was being a bit rougher, not letting me control the pace.

Well, I guess he couldn't control himself.

I let him have a few deep strokes in my mouth. I gagged, but I knew how to avoid throwing up, and Ethan seemed to really like the reaction.

I sat up on my knees, wiped my mouth, and turned around to show him my butt.

That should make it obvious what I wanted next.

“God, your ass really is the most beautiful thing,” he said as he held my hip with one hand.

It felt just as good hearing it today as it had yesterday.

He moved into me, and my toes tightened as warmth spread through me from the feeling of being wanted.

Then I felt his thumb against my asshole again.

This was going to be a thing with him, I guessed.

I leaned back and spread my cheeks.

He got the hint.

I loved his obsession with my ass.

“You like playing with my ass, Ethan?”

“I can feel my dick moving inside you with my thumb. It feels amazing.”

“Mmmm...”

I did a Kegel and felt Ethan's surprise.

“Feels good?”

“Your pussy is amazing, Lillian.”

My cheeks grew warm. I loved hearing him say these things.

I reached back between my legs and started playing with his balls, just like last night.

And just like last night, he started to speed up.

I had this guy down.

I felt him come, and I made sure to hold his balls tightly until he was all done.

I fell back onto my bed.

“Okay, I will need a shower before I go anywhere. You still want me for breakfast?”

Ethan looked at me splayed out on the bed.

“If you need a shower first, I won't have time. I got a lecture in thirty, and it's a fifteen-minute walk. Raincheck?” 

I nodded.

“Of course. Lectures are important. Go. Don't let my sexy body distract you.”

He got dressed, gave me a quick kiss on the mouth, and left.

I grabbed a towel from one of my boxes and wrapped it around me. I opened the door and headed toward the showers.

I saw Mateo standing in the doorway to the kitchen area, and then felt a tug at my back.

My towel fell away.

I was standing naked in the hallway, with Mateo looking straight at me.

I froze.

I turned and tried to unhook my towel, but it was twisted around the door handle.

Damn.

I gave up on the project and retreated to my room.

I hid under the duvet again.

Shit. Mateo had seen me naked.

My first full day here, and two of the boys had already seen me naked.

This was unprofessional, Lin. We need to do better.

Find your bathrobe, for one.

There was a knock on my door.

“Yes?” I said from under my duvet.

Mateo poked his head through the door.

“You left your towel. Can I put it on your sink?”

My head was outside the duvet, and I gave him a nod.

He came into my room, folded the towel, and put it on the sink.

“I really didn't see much.”

“How much did you see?” I countered.

“Okay, maybe saying not much was wrong. But, like, what I saw was really good. Nothing to be embarrassed or ashamed of.”

He continued, now fully rambling.

“Like, your tits are great. Perfect size. And your ass is nice and firm. Your stomach is firm, with just that tiny bit of fat. That's the sexiest part.”

I looked down under the covers at my stomach, trying to find the sexy part.

“And your legs are nice and lean.”

“Okay, enough talking about my naked body, Mateo. You clearly saw a lot.”

It was getting really hot under this duvet.

“Yes, but it was all very impressive. It affected me.”

“It what?”

“Affected me. You know, stirred my loins.”

“Stirred your loins?”

“Yeah, got me all hot and heavy.”

I rolled my eyes at that.

“So, you and Ethan, then?”

I gave an unconvincing, “Mm.”

God, it was so hot.

“You his girlfriend now?”

“Working on that.”

Fuck it. He had already seen my boobs. I couldn't stand it anymore.

I flipped the duvet down to my stomach, feeling instant relief from the heat.

Mateo suddenly went quiet and still.

I looked at him, somewhat annoyed.

“What? You've already seen them.”

“Yeah, but it's like seeing a sunrise. You never get tired of it.”

I looked down at my tits. One was a bit bigger than the other. The areolas were a bit too big compared to the nipples, and the smaller one had a series of little freckles the other one didn't.

“Not exactly a sunrise,” I replied.

“I don't know what's the matter with your eyes, Lillian. They are beauty incarnate. They look so soft.”

I lifted one boob with my hand.

“Yes, they are soft.”

“Can I feel them?” Mateo asked.

It was just feeling boobs. What was the harm in that? He had already seen them. Copping a feel didn't matter, and it's not like I had a boyfriend. I could show my tits to whomever I liked.

“Sure,” I said.

He came and sat down on the bed next to me. I lifted my arms over my head, presenting him with my boobs.

He put a hand on each one, his hands cold against my warm, sweaty boobs. He squeezed them softly before running his thumbs over my nipples.

I drew a breath at that.

Okay, playing with my nipples was a bit more than just feeling them, but I did offer them up. It was only fair that he could play with them.

I leaned back on my bed as he fondled my breasts. I liked the feeling, and I liked how he thought they were like a sunrise.

I closed my eyes and enjoyed myself.

Suddenly, I felt a mouth on my left breast. I opened my eyes to see Mateo sucking on my nipple.

Okay, that was not feeling it...

But it did feel good.

I really should stop this.

But it wasn't hurting anyone. Mateo was enjoying it. I was enjoying it.

Closing my eyes again, I decided to just enjoy the attention.

I started to touch myself as Mateo played with me, thinking about how I had just had sex with Ethan. His cum was still inside me, and now I had another guy sucking on my boob.

It felt powerful being wanted by two guys at the same time. Being lusted after.

Mateo's hand joined mine between my legs.

I wondered if Mateo would go down on me, even though Ethan had just been there.

I lifted the rest of the duvet and let him see my whole body. He had already seen it, so that wasn't much of a reveal.

My boob slipped out of his mouth, and I gave his head a gentle push toward my stomach.

As he moved downward, I shifted sideways on the bed so he was between my legs.

He was fingering me, but I grabbed both sides of his head and pulled him toward me.

He was licking my clit with steady strokes, but I wanted him lower.

“Use your tongue inside me, Mateo. Nice and deep.”

He moved lower without protesting, his thumb taking over for his tongue on my clit.

I felt him licking Ethan's cum from inside me. It reminded me of Mia, but his tongue was much larger and rougher.

He must know what he's doing, right? Maybe Mateo was bi? He certainly seemed to be enjoying himself.

I felt the pressure rising. I wasn't going to hold out much longer.

I kept rocking steadily against Mateo's face until I came, making sure to squeeze as much of Ethan's cum into Mateo's mouth as possible.

He lifted his head and looked at me.

“You came?”

I nodded.

“You did good, Mateo. It was a good one.”

He looked around, a bit uncertain for once.

“You want me to return the favor?” I asked in a whisper.

“Would you?”

“Maybe... I need some promises from you.”

Mateo stood and dropped his pants and underwear.

His dick was much thicker than Ethan's, if a bit shorter. Nice, though. Uncut, with a bit of hair, but kept tidy.

“Anything you want, Lillian.”

I reached out and started to stroke Mateo, making the foreskin move back and forth over the head. I had only ever seen uncut men in porn, so I had to explore how this thing worked.

“I need some rules about you and me.”

I started to lick off the pre-cum that had begun to come out of him.

“Sure. Anything you say. Promise.”

“I don't want you to do anything with me if Ethan is in the apartment. I don't want him to know.”

“That makes sense.”

I moved up and down a few times on his dick, just to show I was holding to the agreement.

“And I always want to come first. Your dick gets no attention until I've had a release on your face.”

It had felt so good when Mateo went down on me after Ethan. I wanted to lock this down.

I pulled him in deep before he could answer, making him moan.

“So? That works for you?”

“Will I get to fuck you?”

“Depends on how good you get me off first.”

“Okay. Keep it a secret, and always go down on you until you come before I get anything.”

A feeling of power came over me. I got myself a side guy. Someone willing to do things for me, someone I had control over.

I could get to like this.

I put more effort into the blowjob after his agreement. One hand on his balls, the other playing with his asshole. All the motion came from my mouth.

I kept up a steady pace until he started to warn me that he was about to come.

Then he pulled out.

“What the...”

I felt warm liquid hit my face in pulses, and I let him finish before I spoke up.

“And an additional rule. No more facials. Cum belongs on the inside, not on my face or clothing. For this facial, next time you come over, I'll be sitting on your face.”

“Oh, sorry. Let me get you a towel.”

He ran over to the sink, grabbed my shower towel, and handed it to me.

I wiped myself clean as best I could. Crud, it had gotten in my hair.

“You got it in my hair, you freak. Just leave. Remember the rules. If you break them again, it will cost you.”

He backed out of the room, looking like a mixture of happy and ashamed.

I lay back down on the bed.

How are we gonna handle this?

Two guys, and one we're trying to tie down. Need to keep it on the down low and try to get more one-on-one time with Ethan.

And keeping it secret is definitely top of the pile right now.

I found my robe in one of my boxes and attempted the shower trip once more.

I still had a few hours before my one lecture of the day, and I was very certain that I was going to attend that, at least.

The water was warm, as promised, and I felt refreshed when I got back to my room and dressed.

I went into the kitchen to get some brunch and saw Noah sitting there.

“Hi, Noah. How's it going?”

He looked up from his laptop.

“Fine. Settling in okay?”

“Yeah. Everyone's been very welcoming.”

He looked at me for a second longer than necessary.

“Seems that way.”

I wasn't sure what that meant.

“Coffee?”

“Please.”

He got up and poured me a cup.

“Milk?”

“Just a little.”

He added some and handed it over. I took a sip.

“Thank you.”

“You heading to campus today?”

“Yeah. I have one lecture this afternoon.”

He nodded and sat back down in front of his laptop.

“What about you?”

“Working on a project. Got a deadline today.”

“That explains the laptop.”

He looked down at it.

“Does it?”

“You've been staring at it since I came in.”

“I was staring at you for a little while.”

I stopped with the coffee halfway to my mouth.

“What?”

“When you came in.”

“Oh.”

He smiled slightly.

“Relax, Lillian. I'm joking.”

“Are you?”

He shrugged.

I took another sip of coffee.

I wasn't quite sure what to make of Noah.

“So, how long have you lived here?”

“Two years.”

“And you've survived living with all these people?”

“Yeah. Once you get to know them, you kinda know where everyone is.”

“Oh, predictable, are they?”

“That's a creepy word, but perhaps?”

“So people like Mateo? Predictable?”

“Mateo loves to please. And I think he might have a thing for Ethan.”

I nearly choked on my coffee.

“Really?”

“Maybe. But he shows no signs of being gay. Bi, perhaps? He hasn't dated anyone since he moved in.”

That made me think.

“You'll figure him out.”

“Oh?”

“You've been here less than a day. Give it time.”

I drank some more coffee.

“So what am I?”

His fingers stopped on the keyboard.

“What?”

“Figured me out yet?”

He studied me for a moment.

“Too early. Best guess, you're likable. People seem to like you.”

“Nothing about being smart or funny?” I joked.

“No, but you're interesting.”

He went back to typing.

I wasn't sure if Noah hadn't understood my joke, or if he had and was trying to tell me something.

I decided it was time to leave.

“See you later, Noah. Who's cooking today?”

“Mateo. He loves to cook, so he usually does it several times a week.”

“He likes to please?”

“He sure does.”

My lecture was about Futurism, an art movement from the early twentieth century, with lots of experimentation, abstraction, and some rather unpleasant right-wing extremist ideas.

I enjoyed the art considerably more than the ideology.

Since I was already on campus, I decided to head to the library and get some reading done.

I headed home around seven after a particularly productive day.

This was going exactly as planned.

I could smell that dinner was on when I got back.

I stepped into the kitchen and discovered that I still had a few minutes to spare. Mateo was cooking, as expected. He gave me a quick look, smiled and nodded, then returned to the cooking.

Good. He was sticking to the rules.

I headed to the bathroom to clean up quickly before dinner.

When I returned to the kitchen, more people had gathered.

I sat down next to Sophie and across from Ethan.

“How was your day?”

“Excellent. Close to perfect, actually.”

I smiled at that.

“Good to hear.”

As the food arrived at the table, Mateo sat down next to me. It was the only open seat, but I still felt like he was a bit too close for comfort.

I looked over at him.

He was busy serving himself food and didn't even acknowledge me.

Good.

Ethan was here. Mateo knew the rules.

Still, I wished there had been another open seat.

“So, what's everyone doing tonight?” Sophie asked.

“Going out,” Ollie said.

Mateo looked across the table at him.

“That's very descriptive.”

“It was intended to be.”

“Date?”

“Drinks.”

“Date drinks?”

Ollie sighed.

“People from class.”

“Sexy people from class?”

“Mateo.”

“Okay, okay.”

Sophie laughed.

“Dev's coming back to mine.”

Dev nodded.

“I've been informed.”

“You were invited.”

“I was informed that I was invited.”

“What about you?” Sophie asked me.

“Nothing. I was planning on unpacking.”

Mateo looked disappointed.

“It's Friday.”

“I moved in yesterday.”

“Exactly. First Friday in the new place.”

“I've had a busy twenty-four hours.”

Mateo glanced at me.

I gave him a warning look.

He immediately became very interested in his food.

Good boy.

“What about you, Ethan?” I asked.

“Nothing planned.”

That was good to hear.

“And Noah?”

Noah didn't look up from his food.

“Project.”

“Still?”

“Deadline.”

“You're the one staying home too,” Sophie pointed out.

“If I get one month's rent refunded from my landlord and my deposit back, I'll take you out for drinks.”

“Just me?”

“Sure. Girls' night.”

“I'm remembering you said that.”

“The money isn't coming.”

“Still remembering.”

By the time dinner was finished, Ollie had disappeared into his room to get ready, and Sophie was already trying to convince Dev that they should leave.

I thanked Mateo for the food and headed to my room to continue unpacking.

The closet here was actually impressively big. I fit all my clothes into it and still had almost half of it empty.

I guess I could store other stuff in there.

Maybe get more stuff?

I was almost done unpacking the last box when my phone made a sound.

It was Ethan.

Movie?

I smiled at that. Yeah... movie.

When I entered the living room, I noticed that both Mateo and Noah were there with Ethan.

Ethan made room for me to sit next to him. I sat down, smiling at the other two, before unfolding a blanket over myself.

Tonight's movie was The Nice Guys. It was surprisingly fun, and we got to the point where the protest party in the Hollywood Hills started turning into a conspiracy when I felt Ethan's fingers stroking my leg.

I was wearing a dress, and my legs were bare.

One of the reasons I wanted a blanket.

I glanced around the room to see if anyone was paying attention.

Noah was still on his laptop, paying no attention to the movie. Mateo was very intently not looking at me.

Fine. Let's play this game then, Ethan.

I lifted my legs onto the couch and sat cross-legged, leaning a little closer to Ethan so he didn't have to reach.

Ethan understood the assignment, and I soon felt him stroking me through my underwear.

I decided I just wanted to enjoy the feeling. I leaned back and let Ethan continue, keeping an eye on the other two.

I caught Mateo looking down at the blanket once. Noah didn't seem to be paying us any attention.

It didn't take long before my underwear was pushed aside and I felt a finger start to push its way in.

Okay, light stroking and some fun in front of people I could handle, but this was going to make me moan if he continued.

I tried to shift away from Ethan, but his arm held me close.

What on earth was he doing?

I bit my lip to keep myself from moaning, but I couldn't stop the quick intake of breath.

Noah looked up, and our eyes met.

I glanced over at Mateo. He was keeping his eyes very firmly fixed on the TV.

I looked back at Ethan with a what are you doing? glare. 

He just smiled at me. He seemed to be really enjoying this. As he looked me in the eye, I felt a second finger slip in and bend.

I let out a moan that I tried to disguise as a yawn, stretching my arms above my head.

“Okay, I'm beat. I think I'll head to bed.”

Mateo and Noah said, almost in chorus, “Night.”

Ethan finally let me go, smiling as I got up and walked away.

Once I was behind Noah and out of his line of sight, I looked back at Ethan and mouthed, You are crazy.

Then I headed into the bathroom.

As I brushed my teeth, I kept wondering what Ethan was trying to pull. Did he want me to come in front of his housemates? Did he know about Mateo?

I washed my face and headed back to my bedroom, where I found Ethan lying on my bed.

I stared at him and closed the door behind me.

“What are you doing?” I whispered loudly, but still quietly enough that nobody outside should have been able to hear me.

“I figured you were horny. Thought I could stop by and help.” He lowered his voice to mimic me, without actually whispering.

I straddled him, still fully clothed, and pinned his hands to the bed.

“No, Ethan. Why were you fingering me in front of Noah and Mateo? Did you want me coming in the living room while they watched me?”

“That would have been a funny scene,” he said, laughing.

“No, it would not.” I hit his chest in mock anger.

“I like it when you're a little embarrassed. Put under pressure. I like seeing that in a girl. That oh shit look when she realizes she's about to embarrass herself.” 

“So you wanted them to notice? Is this some sort of guy ‘marking his territory’ thing? You gonna pee on me next?”

“You like that? If you want, I can offer that service as well.”

“No, you sicko. You want your housemates to know we're fucking? Some sort of power trip?”

“Maybe that's it. I don't really know why I like it. But I do, and you seem adventurous enough, so I thought I'd give it a try.”

Adventurous, was I? That was a positive, at least. Who didn't want an adventurous girlfriend?

“You've done this with other girls, then?”

“Variations. Some girls are really into it. But I like it more when they're hesitant, but still go along with it. Like getting sent a nude. It means more when you know she took it just to please you, rather than picking one from a folder of existing nudes.”

“So it's the hesitation that gets you off?”

“Yeah. I like it when they do it despite not really wanting to. I know it's messed up, but I like what I like.”

“So you'd like it more if they accidentally caught me naked than if I went streaking?”

“Yeah. You get it.”

“I think I can understand that... But I think you should talk to me before trying something like that again.”

“That would ruin all the fun. It needs to be spontaneous.”

I drew a deep breath.

“This is gonna be really difficult, Ethan.”

“I know. That's what makes it a turn-on.”

“Okay, how about this? I buy one of those remote-controlled vibrators.”

I narrowed my eyes at him.

“And?”

“We go get coffee.”

“Oh.”

“You wear it. I get the remote.”

I stared at him for a moment.

“And I don't know when you're going to use it?”

He smiled.

“And I want to film it. I won't share anything. But I want you to know that I can watch it over and over.”

Fuck... that was hot.

I wanted to ask for something in exchange. Set some condition. Make him earn it somehow.

But my mind went blank because I really wanted to do this.

“Okay. Coffee date tomorrow, then?”

“787 Coffee?”

“A bit crowded?”

“That's the point,” he said with a smile.

“What do I get in exchange?”

“A coffee?”

I punched him in the chest again.

“If I make it through the whole coffee date and get back home, I get to keep the vibrator.”

“Deal.”

He rolled me over, and suddenly he was on top of me, holding my hands down against the bed.

“And if you quit before we're done with coffee?”

I looked up at him. “You take it back?”

He smiled. “No. I pick what you wear next time.”

I swallowed and bit my lip before giving him a nod.

“Deal.”

I broke free from his grip and started unbuttoning my dress. Ethan got the idea and started undressing as well.

My underwear was soaked, and I threw them aside as he moved back between my legs.

He was already inside me when the words started coming out.

Not soft. Not careful. Just fucking, talking through the next day like it was part of the sex.

“They’re going to look at me,” I said, my voice catching when he thrust up hard. “Whoever’s behind the counter. I’ll be sitting there with that thing in me, and you’ll just... decide when.”

My thighs were shaking. God, this was hot.

He didn’t slow down. Just watched my face.

“You’ll try to hide it,” he said.

“Yeah. Cross my legs. Look at my phone. Pretend I’m reading something important while you’re making me...”

I had to stop and bite my lip. The angle was too good, and I was already close.

“While you’re making me come in public.”

He smiled. That same shitty smile from earlier.

I kept going. Gave him the version he wanted.

“I’ll be scared. Trying not to make a sound. Trying not to look like I’m about to fall apart in the coffee shop. And you’ll know. You’ll be watching me fail.”

I was getting wetter just describing how exposed I’d be.

“What if I can’t stay quiet?” I whispered. “What if someone notices and I have to stand up and walk out with it still going?”

“Then you walk out,” he said. “And I film that too.”

Fuck.

I arched under him. Couldn’t help it. I pictured myself leaving the café, legs unsteady, face flushed, trying to act normal while everyone was looking.

“I’ll try to hide it,” I said again, softer. Roleplaying the hesitant girl even while I was taking him like I needed it. “I’ll look down. Keep my legs together. Pretend nothing’s happening. Even though you’ll know exactly how close I am.”

He fucked me harder for that.

I kept talking.

“People will see me. I’ll be trying so hard not to come, and you’ll just... keep going until I can’t hide it anymore.”

My voice broke on the last word. The orgasm hit messy and sudden, my thighs locking around him, that stupid little sound escaping before I could swallow it.

He didn’t stop. Just kept moving through it, watching me shake.

“That’s the look,” he said. Quiet. Almost fond. “That’s the face everyone will see tomorrow.”

I was still trembling when he came.

Afterward, he stayed on top of me for a second longer, his hands still holding mine down.

I stared at the ceiling, breathing hard. Already thinking about tomorrow and wondering if I was gonna fail on purpose.

Or show Ethan how much control I had.

“Coffee date,” I muttered. “You’re on.”

He just laughed and kissed the side of my neck.

“I need a shower. Tomorrow at two?”

I nodded. “See you tomorrow.”

I waited a minute until I heard the shower start. Then I picked up my phone and sent Mateo a message.

Come here.

Ethan was in the shower. Close enough to not being in the apartment. 

About thirty seconds later, my door opened and Mateo stepped inside.

I was on my back, naked, legs spread. I crooked a finger at him, then pointed to the bed.

He lay down, staring up at the ceiling.

I climbed over his face, keeping my eyes on his.

“You looked at us when Ethan was playing with me earlier.”

He couldn’t speak, but gave a small nod.

“I told you not to do that.”

Another nod.

“Bad boys don’t get any help finishing.”

His eyes went a little sad. Maybe ashamed.

“But if you clean me up properly, I’ll let you jerk off into my hand.”

The sad look disappeared. A second later, he attacked the task with considerably more enthusiasm.

I grabbed his hair as he continued, grinding against him, making sure to smear him with Ethan’s cum.

When I came, I squeezed my legs around his head, cutting off his air. When I finally relaxed, I could hear him gasping.

“Okay, get on your knees on the floor. Let's get this over with.”

I sat on the bed and watched Mateo stroke himself for me.

I really enjoyed this. I'd never had someone be so... submissive to me. It wasn't exactly a turn-on, but a comfort. A warm feeling of empowerment. 

I decided Mateo was never going to fuck me.

But I really liked having him around.

“If you ever want to fuck me, Mateo, you're gonna have to do much better than that.”

He groaned when I said it.

“If you don't improve your behavior, you might not even be allowed to come next time.”

That pushed him over the edge, and I held my hand around his cock to catch his load.

When he was done, I opened my hand in front of his face.

“Eat this, please.”

He started licking my hand, getting every drop I'd caught.

When he was done, I put my foot against his face and pushed him away.

“Get out. I'll call you if I need you again.”

Mateo left in a hurry, barely getting his pants back on before closing the door behind him.

I crawled under my sheets.

This could work.

I could balance two guys. Easy.

After a heavy clank as the lock turned, Susan heard a voice she recognized; she was sure.  Without opening her eyes, she focused on relaxing her body and playing unconscious.  

What is she doing over there?  Frankie.  Pick her up and put her on the rail.” Copple walked over and squatted in front of her.  

“Oh, the riches you are going to make us, cow.  Whether you want to or not.”

The bull named Frankie picked her up like a ragdoll and slung her over his shoulder.  Susan reminded herself to relax her limbs and go limp.  The advantage of being conscious when they thought she wasn't was small, but one she definitely didn’t want to squander. 

Placing her over the rail, Frankie was careful to spread her labia so that her clit rested right against the cold metal.  It made her cringe internally, but she resolved not to let them see any of that.  

When she was in place, Mr. Copple attached the milking equipment with little ceremony.  It was almost as if enslaving a woman against her will were part of everyday normal operations.   He held the suction devices close to her engorged tits so that they sucked her nipples into the vacuum and held them in a small chamber while they were pumped for milk.  It felt nothing like Master Jason’s skilled hands, but it seemed her body didn’t really know the difference.  Her breasts were enlarged because she had not been milked in a while.  She was overflowing, and the slightest touch made her want to wiggle herself on the rail until she came.  

“Will you need the whips, boss?”  The one named Frankie had just finished placing her roped hands in front of her on a hook to keep her in place on the rail.  

“No.  Not this time.  Bring me the Lexan paddle and wake her up.”  

Susan heard the crack of a vial and soon smelled the distinctive scent of salts under her nose. Lifting her head away from the offending aroma, Susan found herself looking directly into Mr. Copple's eyes.  

“There you are.  I’m so sorry it had to go down like this, Susan.  I only want to bring you to your full potential.”  Copple was resting his hand on her flank and rubbing her.  It felt revolting, but she tried to hide all that.  

“I’m going to have to whip you now.  I truly regret I cannot fuck you right now, but the men I work for will not allow that.  I’m going to have to content myself with marking up that beautiful rump of yours.”  He showed her the paddle.  It was clear plastic and had several nasty-looking holes drilled into it.  She had never seen a paddle like this, but it looked horribly painful.  Despite her best efforts, her eyes widened.  

“Yes, this is a painful one.  Heavy impact play.  Oh, how the cows and bulls like to howl when I use this on them.  I hope it becomes one of your favorites, but enough with the preamble.  The machines are going, and it’s time I paid you back for all the trouble you’ve been.”

He reared back and landed a heavy smack onto Susan’s backside.  Her entire ass lit up with fire.  The paddle both smacked her skin with a painful clap and managed to push her clit forward and down onto the harsh rail.  

Although Copple seemed to like painplay, he was incredibly bad at it, Susan reflected as the blows rained down on her upturned ass.  He was using force but was hitting her on the meat of her ass.  If he would move down to her sit spots or even her upper thighs, she might be crying, but the way it was, his hits were hard but lacked any fun placement.  

On the third smack, Susan noticed that her cunt was weeping over the rail.  She did not want to give Copple the satisfaction of orgasming, but by the fifty-fifth blow, she was losing the fight.  The suction on her tits was a constant cha-chug in her ears, delightfully tugging at her now elongated nipples.  And when the sixth strike pushed her clit even further up the rail, she lifted her feet and gave herself the most wonderful pressure on her center.  

Copple saw her body twitch and watched as her eyes rolled back into her head with a very strong orgasm.  He looked over to see the machines pumping at maximum capacity.  Smiling to himself, he knew this was it. She was what he needed.  Sure she was reluctant now, but as Copple pulled out his penis to relieve the pressure that started when he began her beating, he thought about all the money he was going to make.  Surely she would come around when she realized the wealth she would enjoy with him.  

Susan’s mind was a beautiful orgasm blur.  Part of her was torn, having been made to cum in this fashion with a couple, but another part of her was blissfully basking in the glow of her red ass and sore cunt.  Still another part of her wanted to have her clit sucked on even more by someone talented.  Maybe that Sammy girl would be good.  

Thinking of Sammy brought Susan’s mind back to Tammy and the danger she was in here in this place.  As she watched Mr. Copple masturbate over her raw ass, she again looked out the window.  The bulls had finished fucking the cows locked in the stocks, and a new group of bulls was being ushered in behind them.  It looked like the process was about to start all over again.  All Susan could think of was those poor cows and bulls.  She had to do something. This was too horrible to continue. 

Susan did her best to appear bored as he spilled his seed all over her backside and back.  She looked down at her hands and noticed a small fray in the rope from her earlier efforts with the glass.  

From behind her, Copple let out a small chuckle.  “Don’t worry, Susan.  Soon, you and I will have much more, uh, freedom to get the results I want.  If I’ve planned things right, we can finally have an end to all those fussy cows that want all those expensive amenities.”

Her head was spinning with the implications when the door opened.

Master Copple, you have a visitor in the yard.  The boss has said you need to come at once.”  The feminine voice drifted through Susan’s ears as her brain worked hard to focus on controlling yet another orgasm building in her core.  

I imagine they have discovered she's missing, Frankie.  Might as well get this over with. Good thing I’ve got that post-nut clarity, huh,” Susan’s former boss loomed over her and grabbed her hair on the top of her head.  Pulling her face to his, he said, “I hope you are worth this much trouble, my dear.  You better be. Come, Frankie.”  He dropped her back to the rail and left the room. 

As soon as the door closed, Susan’s eyes slit open.  Sure enough, they had left her alone attached to the machine.  Her hands were still tied, but she started working the rope back and forth across the hook, focusing on a small fray from earlier.

After a few minutes of work, the rope snapped in the weak spot, and Susan lifted herself off of the rail.  Detaching the suction cups from her tits, she gently massaged her swollen breasts. 

My fingers slipped over my clit in fast, uneven circles, my wrist already aching from the effort. But I couldn’t stop, and I didn’t want to stop. My other hand pinched my right nipple between my thumb and index finger, a firm squeeze that pulled a muffled moan out of me against the pillow. My hips lifted off the bed on their own, seeking more pressure, more friction, more of everything.

And then, I finally reached it.

The first wave split me in two, a spasm that curled my toes and made me close my eyes shut. A long, broken moan escaped my throat as my fingers kept moving out of inertia, stretching the orgasm until it became something almost unbearable. My pussy was throbbing, clenching around nothing, empty, leaving me breathless.

I panted against the pillowcase. My heart was pounding against my ribs as if it wanted to break free, until, little by little, the beats slowed down and my body melted into the mattress.

Then I heard him.

“There you go, good girl,” said the man’s voice. “Breathe with me now. Inhale through your nose, slowly.”

His voice came through the AirPods clear, calm, with that tone he used when he wanted me to focus. My breathing was still shaky, but I obeyed as best I could. I inhaled slowly through my nose, as deeply as my lungs allowed.

“Hold it for a few seconds… and release through your mouth. Slowly.”

The air left my body in a long sigh that deflated my chest, while my sex gave one last throb, a reminder that it was still there, sensitive and wet.

I followed his words, repeating the process several times. Each time, the air entered more easily, and the fog filling my head began to clear, bringing the world around me back into focus. The warm light of the bedside lamp, the jumbled sheets beneath my body, or the faint sound of the TV coming from the living room, where it had all started.

“I’m so proud of you,” he praised me, as if he knew I needed those exact words. “I mean it, that was incredible.”

A silly smile spread across my mouth without being able to help it, and his words filled my chest with something warm that had nothing to do with lust or sex.

“Thank you,” I murmured, my voice dry and thick.

“How are you feeling?” he asked, genuinely concerned.

“Good. Really good. A little… floaty, still,” I said, trying to make sense of my own feelings.

I knew he wasn’t saying it to rush me, but out of genuine concern. With effort, I rolled onto my back, bending my legs until my knees touched my chest and then letting them fall onto the bed. The cool air in the room brushed against my wet, sensitive crotch, making me shiver. I raised my right hand and looked at my fingers under the light, still shiny and sticky.

“You know what I’d like?” he said, and I heard a smile in his voice. “Since I can’t do it myself… could you lick your fingers?”

My heart gave a little jump of excitement. “You like that?”

“I love it,” he said, desire clear in his voice. “I want you to bring them to your mouth and describe me how you taste.”

I didn’t need him to repeat himself, nor did I need to explain that it was something I did on my own all the time. I brought my fingers to my lips, still not quite opening them, and rested them there for a moment. The smell reached me first, dense, salty, unmistakable. Then my tongue, a tentative touch at first, before I licked my index and middle fingers from bottom to top with desire.

“Fuck…” I let slip. “I love it.”

“Tell me. What does it taste like?” he said, with a rough voice.

I put both fingers in my mouth and sucked on them slowly, letting my tongue circle around them. The taste filled my mouth, and I wasn’t quite sure how to describe it.

“It tastes like me,” I began, still savoring it. “It’s… intense. A little salty, a little tangy… but I like it. And it turns me on so much to clean myself up like this after cumming.”

I stayed silent for a second with my fingers still in my mouth, letting the taste fade. My breathing had returned to normal, and my pussy throbbed softly, like a pleasant echo.

“Are you okay?” he asked. “Are you sure you’re comfy? Do you need water, to go to the bathroom and clean up, anything?”

“I’m fine, really.” I said as I lifted my arms above my head, feeling my muscles stretch. “And you? How are you?”

There was a brief pause, followed by a low, almost guilty laugh.

“Me? I’m completely horny, if I’m honest.”

“Really?” I asked, half surprised, half flattered.

“Are you seriously asking me that? I’ve been listening to you moan for the last twenty minutes until you came and then licked the wetness off your fingers… how did you expect me to be?”

A giggle escaped me, easing what little tension remained in my body. “I don’t know. I guess I hadn’t thought about that.”

“Well, I have. I’m here with a hard-on you can’t even imagine, and as soon as we hang up, I’m going to cum thinking about you and how well you followed my instructions.”

“Fuck,” I murmured, running a hand over my face. “I’m almost getting horny again thinking about how hard that cock must be right now.”

“Oh, yeah?” he smiled, his voice deeper and slower. “Well, right now I’ve got my cock nice and hard for you, baby. The tip looks purple because of how swollen it is, actually.”

I bit my lip as my pussy gave a pulse, a little warning. But just then, my eyes landed on the clock on the nightstand, and the real world hit me like a blow.

“Shit… you we got carried away, and now I’m running late,” I said with a fake accusatory tone. “I hope I don’t smell, because I won’t have time to shower a second time today,” I continued, laughing as I brought my nose to my armpits and relaxed when I didn’t detect any odor.

I had already told him I’d made plans with my group of lifelong friends, our Saturday ritual:  dinner at one of the restaurants on the list we kept in our group chat to try out different places in the area, ending the night going out for a drink, making all our problems disappear at least for one night.

But it wasn’t his fault. I was the one who called, the one who started making those sexual advances until he gave me what I was looking for. And boy, did he give it to me.

I propped myself up on my elbows, looking at the disaster I’d made of the room. Clothes scattered across the floor, blankets hanging from the bed and me, still naked and wet. “You’re an asshole for making me lose track of time, you know that?”

“I hear that a lot,” he said with false smugness.

“Well, with good reason,” I played along, smiling. “Thank you for this afternoon. Really. It was… incredible.”

I got out of bed with a groan, feeling the muscles in my legs protest the effort. A chill ran down my spine as my bare feet touched the floor, and I started tidying up, thinking about what to wear to dinner, when his voice stopped me.

“Hey… this doesn’t have to be the end of the afternoon, you know?” he purred. “If you want, we could explore that thing you mentioned the other day.”

I froze, crouched there with a T-shirt halfway picked up from the floor. “What thing?”

“Your exhibitionist side” he said gently. “You said it embarrassed you, but that it really turned you on at the same time.”

I remembered it perfectly. I told him one night, texting until the early hours with my fingers trembling confessing something I’d never told anyone.

“Is your pussy still wet?” he asked.

“You have no idea,” I sighed, looking down to see my crotch and the inside of my thighs glistening.

“Well, since you don’t have time to take a shower… don’t even bother cleaning yourself up,” he suggested. “Get ready, make yourself look pretty, and call me when you’re ready to leave the house. Sounds good?”

My heart was pounding again against my ribs like it was about to burst out. It was crazy, absolutely crazy. I had thirty minutes to take the bus that would leave me near the restaurant, just enough time to at least freshen up a little. But the idea of walking out into the street with my pussy soaked, knowing he’d be on the phone during the trip was too tempting.

“What do you say?” he repeated, hearing the smile in the voice of someone who knows he’s going to get what he wants. “But if you don’t want to, we’ll drop the idea. No pressure.”

The words came out before I could think them. “No, no… I want to do it.”

“Good girl.”

The call ended, and I was left alone in the middle of the bedroom with my heart racing. I bolted toward the closet and opened the lingerie drawer, the lingerie I almost never wore because there was no one to wear it for. But today, it wasn’t for anyone but me.

I chose a black lace set, the one that makes me feel like I can take on the world. The bra held my tits firmly, and when I adjusted the cups my nipples got hard, pressing against the lace. The clean panties clung to my still damp pussy the moment I put them on, and I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning with arousal. Over them, a pair of pantyhose that came up to my belly button, making my legs look smoother and softer.

I looked at myself in the mirror, and what stared back was a woman with messy hair and rosy cheeks, sparkling eyes, and a smile that was half nerves, half lust. The classic image of a woman who’d just been thoroughly fucked.

I thought about my friends. They always dressed up more than I did, always in slightly shorter and riskier dresses, higher heels, flawless makeup. But tonight was different. I wanted to be the one who stood out above them. I wanted them to die of envy. And I wanted, I wasn’t going to deny it, for men to notice me first.

I chose a black dress with thin straps that fell to just past my knees. The fabric hugged my body when I put it on, clearly outlining my cleavage, and showing off my ass in a way that left little to the imagination. God, you look hot, I thought, giving myself a slap on the ass.

I moved to the bathroom, and the white light coming from the mirror gave me back a more realistic image of myself. My hair was a mess, so I grabbed the brush and started untangling it patiently, thinking about him as I did. About his voice. What I’d done for him. What I was going to do for him.

I decided to let my hair fall over one shoulder, leaving the other bare, with my neck and collarbone on display. I ran a couple of baby wipes over my armpits and put on a little makeup. A bit of foundation to even out my skin tone, a touch of blush, eyeliner and mascara to made my eyes look bigger, and a dark red lipstick. Sexy but not over the top, sexy without looking trashy.

I finished the outfit with small hoops in my ears, a thin chain bracelet that jingled when I moved my wrist, and rings, one on each hand. All silver, contrasting with the color of my outfit.

And the heels. Those black stilettos I hadn’t worn in ages because they destroyed my feet. But today I didn’t care. Today I wanted to feel taller, I wanted my legs to look longer and slender, I wanted my ass to sway hypnotically as I walked.

Before leaving, I grabbed my leather jacket from the coat rack, the purse with everything I needed, and gave myself one last look in the hall mirror.

The woman staring back at me wasn’t me. Or maybe she was, but a version of me I almost never let out. I looked good. I felt confident. And I was also turned on and soaking wet.

I put in my AirPods and called, ringing twice before he picked up.

“Hello,” he answered with a sweet tone. “What are you doing?”

“Looking at myself in the mirror,” I replied playfully. “And I see a sexy, naughty, and very wet woman, ready to head out.”

There was a brief silence, and I heard him chuckle softly. “Good girl. Let me know when you get on the bus.”

I grabbed my keys, locked the door, and headed out to the front entrance of the building. The lobby smelled clean, that generic smell of bleach and floor cleaner. I walked down the stairs carefully, my heels echoing on the marble steps, and when I pushed open the street door, the night greeted me with a cool breeze that caressed my legs under the dress.

The street was quiet. There were few people around, a car passing here and there, a couple walking hand in hand on the sidewalk across the street. I walked toward the bus stop, five minutes from home, in silence, with my purse slung over my shoulder and my leather jacket unbuttoned, letting the dress sway with every step.

At the stop, an older woman in her seventies, wearing a long coat, carrying a cane and a shopping bag was already waiting. She smiled at me when I arrived and I smiled back, standing beside her. If only she knew what I was hiding under my dress, who was listening through my earbuds, I worried it would shock her to death.

The bus lights appeared in the distance, two yellow beams slowly approaching. The woman straightened up, leaning on her cane, and I adjusted my purse as I searched for my transit card.

The bus braked with a soft squeal and opened its doors. The older woman got on first, slowly, and the driver waited patiently for her to find a seat. I got on behind her, swiped my card through the reader, and took a quick look inside.

There weren’t many people on board for a Saturday. The elderly woman sat in the first seat right behind the driver, probably to chat with him until her stop. Further back, a couple in their twenties, him with his head resting on her shoulder.

I sat right behind the rear door, in the window seat. Across the aisle sat the bus’s last passenger, a man in his fifties wearing a gray suit, holding a briefcase between his legs and reading something intently on his phone. He looked up as I passed, glanced at me for a second before returning to his screen.

The bus pulled away as soon as I sat down, with that jolt that always caught me off guard, making me fall on the seat abruptly as the street lights began to flash by the window while I turned my attention back to the call.

“Are you sitting down?” he asked, probably having heard the sound of the engine.

“Yes,” I replied quietly, turning slightly toward the window to noy draw attention. “But I can’t talk. There’s people on the bus.”

“That’s fine, I’ll do the talking.” I heard him move, the creak of something, maybe the bed. “Are you still wet?”

I looked down as my thighs pressed together on their own under the dress. “Yes.”

“A lot?” he pressed, and I answered with a simple grunt of affirmation.

“Dripping with your own cum, and not a single person on that bus has the slightest idea.” His voice was a warm murmur in my ears, dirty but intimate, as if he were sitting beside me and not miles away. “You want to know how horny I am? How hard my cock is thinking about you?”

I swallowed. The man across the aisle was still on his phone, oblivious to everything. The couple in their twenties was laughing about something he was showing her on the phone. The old woman was already chatting with the driver. Nobody could imagine the secret I was hiding between my legs, and the feeling of doing something taboo coursed through my whole body.

“You want to?” he insisted.

“Yes,” I answered flatly.

“Well, I’m lying here in bed with my dick in my hand, hard as a rock,” he began to describe. “You can’t imagine how much precum has already come out, just from what you’re doing for me. I’m moving my hand slowly, very slowly, imagining you sitting on that bus with your cum filled panties, squeezing your legs together so nobody notices what you’ve got down there.”

The heat rushed up my neck, and I knew I was blushing. I could feel it on my skin, the way my face was burning, and the way the back of my neck was tingling. I pulled my phone out of my bag, trying to hide the trembling in my fingers, and texted him.

I’m blushing so much from embarrassment I look like a tomato.

“Embarrassment… or something else?” I heard him laugh in my ear. “Relax, they don’t know if you’re listening to music, a podcast, or a man jerking off thinking about you, or that under your panties you still have the remains of what we did earlier.”

I sighed shakily, trying to pull myself together, turning a little more toward the window. My reflection in the glass gave me back an image I barely recognized. Bright eyes, flushed cheeks, lips slightly parted.

“I’m moving faster now,” he continued, with his voice growing deeper and more broken. “Thinking about your mouth. About how you licked your fingers. About your taste. I’m imagining you here, kneeling in front of me, looking at me with hungry eyes filled with desire, waiting for me to let you suck my cock.”

I texted him again, my fingers fumbling the keys.

I’m getting wet again… really really wet.

“Can you imagine if someone noticed? If someone in front of you turned around and saw how red your face is?” he continued, trying to make me feel even more exposed. “Or if someone nearby could smell what’s under that dress. Or worse, smell it. The smell of sex, of wet pussy, floating in the air without you even realizing. Can you imagine?”

My breath caught in my throat. The idea shot through me like an electric current, half embarrassment, half excitement. I glanced sideways at the man across the aisle, still on his phone, but I must have stared a second too long… because then he turned around.

Our eyes met for one second, two, three. A moment that stretched just a little longer than normal. There was something in his look, a curiosity that made me panic. I turned abruptly toward the window, heart beating fast as I crossed my legs, squeezing my thighs, feeling a throb in my pussy that almost made me moan.

“Is something wrong?” he asked, noticing my silence.

The guy next to me was staring. Fuck, I think he knows something smells fishy.

“I couldn’t have said it better myself” he laughed out loud. “Maybe he just looked at you because he thinks you’re beautiful, not because he knows you’re a slut like only I know,” he said, moaning again. “Just focus on staying there like a good girl soaking those panties knowing that I’m going to cum thinking about you.”

The bus braked as it pulled up to a stop. The doors opened with a hydraulic hiss, and the young couple and the older woman got off, while a group of college students got on, laughing and shoving each other. They were loaded with bags that clinked with what could only be bottles of alcohol, with music blasting from the speaker of one of their phones, luckily taking the seats at the front.

One of them, a guy with slicked-back blond hair dressed like he was going to do groceries rather than partying, turned around as he took a seat, and his eyes landed on me. Just one extra second, a second where his gaze dropped to my cleavage, then came back up.

I brought a hand to my jacket, instinctively closing the lapels a bit. I wasn’t used to being the object of men’s stares, though I liked the feeling. The guy must have said something to his friend, who tried to be discreet as he turned around. I took the opportunity to, subtly, expose my cleavage again while watching him out of the corner of my eye. I felt on cloud nine, knowing I was teasing a stranger, even more so when I saw him turn back to talk to the blond guy, laughing and elbowing him. I didn’t know what they were saying, but seeing the effect I had on those two turned me on a lot.

“Next stop, City Hall Plaza,” the bus speakers announced, pulling me from my thoughts. Only two more stops. I looked at the panel on the bus: 8:40. I was going to be a little late, but I didn’t care at all.

“I’m about to cum” he moaned on my ears. “My cock is about to explode, and there’s a drop of precum running down the tip. I’m sure you’d love to lick it.”

I bit my lip hard imagining the taste of it, filling my mouth with the sweet taste of my own lipstick. I turned toward the window, watching the street fly by and letting out a small sound, an “mmm” that was barely a whisper.

“That’s not enough,” he said firmly. “I want to hear it with your words.”

I exhaled, feeling the arousal run through my body. I was on a public bus crowded with people, and here I was, my crotch soaking wet, wanting to touch myself, to have sex, wanting them to notice me.

“Yes,” I purred, barely a whisper. “I’d love to.”

I heard him sigh, a real, deep sigh that came through the AirPods. I sat up straight in my seat, my back pressed against the backrest. I prayed that my dress hadn’t gotten stained, that the wetness I felt between my legs hadn’t seeped past the panties or the pantyhose, and that nobody would notice anything.

The bus braked at the last stop before mine. The doors opened and two women in their sixties got on slowly, holding onto the handrail. They quickly walked past the young guys, and even though there were plenty of seats, they decided to sit right behind me, gossiping about their lives.

I texted him.

I get off at the next stop. Thank god, because two nosy women decided to sit right behind me.

“Probably because they feel safe next to a decent woman like you,” he said, almost breathless. “Or at least that’s what they think. Because they have no idea how perverted you really are. All wet on a bus, listening to a man about to explode.”

And then I heard it. A long, broken moan that went straight to the center of my chest. Grunts of relief and pleasure, of release after so long being horny without cumming like I already had earlier. I imagined him lying in bed with his back arched, his eyes closed, cock in hand as his cum shot into the air, filling his room with that distinctive smell.

I closed my eyes, my head spinning. My pussy was throbbing hard, and I had to press my hands against my thighs over the dress to keep from rubbing against the seat, from doing something that would give me away.

“Fuck,” he panted, a little more relaxed. “I needed to cum so bad. You can’t imagine how much semen I shot out and how horny I was.”

I opened my eyes just as I felt the bus brake again. My stop.

I stood up fast, too fast, and my head spun, forcing me to grab the seat in front of me. The man across the aisle looked at me again with a concerned expression, but I didn’t care anymore. I grabbed my purse and got off the bus with shaky legs, letting the cool night breeze calm me down for a moment.

I walked toward the restaurant, which was just two minutes from the stop, with determined stride as my heels clicked on the pavement. Neither of us said anything for a bit, just listening to each other’s breathing on the phone. I took a deep breath, letting my head clear a bit. The wetness between my legs was still there, a sticky reminder of everything that had happened that afternoon. Worried, I discreetly brought a hand to my ass, sighing in relief when I didn’t feel any dampness on the fabric of my dress that the bus passengers could have seen as I got off, or anyone on the street for that matter.

“You asshole” I finally said, my voice rough with desire. “Now I have to go with my fucking friends pretending like I am not completely turned on, with flooded panties and ready to party.”

“You’re welcome,” he teased me again, satisfied.

“I’m not thanking you,” I replied, louder than I meant to. “I hate you, just so you know.”

“You don’t hate me,” he explained with a fake condescending tone like someone would use with a little girl. “And I don’t think this will be the only bus ride we have fun on together.”

I reached the restaurant, seeing through the glass my friends already seating at the table, with wine glasses in front of them and the menus in their hands. Gemma, my best friend, saw me and waved, smiling.

“You are right” I said before hanging up, not knowing if it was the wine I hadn’t even drunk yet or the excitement running through my veins, but the words just came out. “I can’t wait to do something like this again.”

I said a quick goodbye and put my phone in my purse before going in. As I opened the restaurant door, the heat, the smell of food, the noise of people, and my friends’ voices wrapped around me as I reached the table where they were sitting.

“Finally, we’re all here!” Barbara said, as I watched with satisfaction how both her and the snob that was Eve looking me up and down with disbelief and a hint of envy in their eyes as I took of my jacket, revealing my dress.

“You’re pretty flushed,” Barbara added, trying to mask her jealousy with a laugh and an innocent joke. “Did you run all the way here or what??”

I smiled to myself, with a shiver of pleasure as I felt the wetness of my panties pressing against my skin again as I sat down in the chair and poured myself a glass of wine to continue with a night that had only just begun.

“Yes… something like that.”

“Didn’t think you’d show up to our breakfast date,” Giovanni said, sitting at a small restaurant table with his wife. His lips curled into a sinister smirk, the same one that he had flashed me the night I met him. “Especially after last night, Pink.”

I sat across from him with my heart pounding so hard that I thought it’d burst right out of my chest. How’d we get roped into going out to breakfast with him and his wife again? Oh yeah, my lovely husband had met him last night at Giovanni’s family club and they had conveniently struck up a conversation about Cole’s startup.

“Pink?” Cole repeated, glancing over at me. “What’s that mean?”

Giovanni flashed him another smirk, then grabbed his glass alcohol at eleven in the morning and sipped it slowly, gaze traveling to me. “Last time I saw her, she was wearing this bright pink lipstick.”

I glared at him and wished that he would shut his big ass mouth right this very second. Because if he didn’t stop, then Cole would get the wrong idea.

“Lipstick,” Cole repeated, peering at me. “I thought you didn’t wear lipstick.”

“Only sometimes,” I said, vowing to never tell him about the lipstick line that I had been thinking about opening for the past three months. He would shut that down in a second. “I like wearing lipstick, but you don’t like it, so I don’t do it around you.”

“That’s so silly,” Giovanni hummed. “Don’t you think, Cole? Not letting your wife wear makeup.”

Cole wrapped an arm around my shoulders and pulled me closer to him, planting a big kiss on my forehead. I stiffened and softened my glare, so Giovanni’s wife wouldn’t sense anything was up between him and me–because there wasn’t.

“She’s too beautiful,” Cole said. “And she doesn’t need it.”

“But she seems to like it,” Giovanni pushed, looking at me. “Don’t you?”

I stared down at my lap and tucked some hair behind my ear, unsure of how to respond. Both my husband and Giovanni were waiting for me to answer them, for me to lie or betray the other. And I couldn’t do it.

Cole laughed to lighten the mood. “I love her just the way she is. And besides, if she wore makeup all the time, I’d be fighting off the everyone. I don’t have that kind of time right now.”

Giovanni turned toward me and mouthed the words, “I do.”

My blood turned cold as memories of two months ago when Giovanni had… nearly killed a man because he touched me flooded through my mind. And that was without using the gun he had stuffed inside his waistband right about now.

When Giovanni finally looked away, he set down his glass and slipped his knee between my thighs. “I would kill for my wife,” he murmured, pushing some hair behind her shoulder. But his words sounded more like I would kill for her, if she was my wife which made me warm in all the places that it shouldn’t.

“Isn’t that right, sweetheart?” Giovanni said, glancing over at his wife.

But his knee was now between my legs, pressing against my cunt. I sucked in a sharp breath and inched closer to him, desperate for any friction that I could get. My nipples were aching, and my pussy was desperate. Cole hadn’t done it for me last night.

Not one bit.

Cole had laid there, not moving an inch, as I rode him until sweat poured down my back. The only reason that I had come was because I knew that Giovanni had been watching us through that camera he placed in his guest room.

“So tell me more about your little startup,” Giovanni said to Cole as he grinded his knee against my pussy.

I bit back a whimper, spread my legs a little bit wider to give him better access, and bucked my hips the tiniest bit to make myself feel good. He looped his foot around the leg of my chair and scooted me closer as he chatted with my husband.

While I wanted to stop–because it was the right thing to do–I couldn’t.

My hips moved back and forth underneath the table and against him, faster every single time, the pressure building and building and building so high inside of me. If I didn’t stop soon, then I would come all over his pants, underneath the table, right in front of my husband.

But when I slowed down, Giovanni began moving his knee back and forth quickly against my clit. I grabbed it and dug my fingernails into his suit pants, needing him to stop, because if he didn’t…

Not giving a single fuck about my nails digging into him, he continued to rub his knee against me. And I… And I… I sank my fingernails deep into his thigh and dropped my head so my husband wouldn’t see the pure pleasure rushing through me.

Wave after wave of ecstasy crashed through my system as I came on his knee.

“Good girl,” he hummed, the words rolling off his sweet tongue.

For a moment, I thought I was hearing things. He surely wouldn’t say that aloud. But when I glanced up at him, the pleasure still rushing through me in waves, our gazes met, and his eyes glinted with pleasure.

He was getting off on my pleasure. 

Something that Cole hadn’t done in years.

More ecstasy crashed over me at the thought.

God, I needed to get out of here before I did something… that I shouldn’t.

After I came down from the high, I stood. “I’m going to freshen up in the ladies room.”

Once I made it into the bathroom, I ran to the sink and splashed some water on my face. What the fuck was that?! Why did I do that? How could I sit right next to my husband and let Giovanni touch me like he had?!

But God it felt good. Too good.

The door opened behind me, and I glanced into the reflection to see Giovanni in the women’s bathroom. He eyed me in the mirror, then locked the door behind us so nobody would interrupt us. Then he stalked toward me.

“You put on a good show last night for me, Pink.”

“What’re you talking about?” I asked.

“You know what I’m talking about,” he chuckled darkly. “You’re sleeping in my condo with your husband. Fucking him in front of the camera that you know I put there just for you. Is that how you want me to fuck you when I finally get the chance?”

Nostrils flaring, I glared at him. “You will have no chance.”

“I don’t want to fuck you like he does anyway.” He set his hands on my hips from behind and buried his face into the crook of my neck. “It’s not like you actually get any pleasure from a man lying on the bed like a fucking pillow princess. The only reason you came was because you were thinking about me, wasn’t it?”

“You wish,” I snarled.

Before he had a chance to slip his hand between my legs, I twirled around to face him. He placed his hands on the sink behind me to trap me in, his lips inches from mine. “Did you enjoy getting off on me?”

“No.”

A low chuckle escaped his throat. “You were rubbing that little pussy so quickly against my knee. So desperately that…” He glanced down at his suit pants where there was a stain at the knee. “Look what you’ve done.”

I sucked in a breath, the warmth gathering between my legs. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I pushed past him. “Now if you’d excuse me, I have to return to my husband before he gets suspicious that we’re both gone.”

But really, I needed to get out of this bathroom with him because I feared that I’d do something worse… I feared that I’d let Giovanni bend me over the bathroom sink and fuck me senseless like we’d both been fantasizing for months now.

And I could never let that happen. But we both knew that it would.

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Erotic Cinderella retelling Part 1

(It doesn't start out with erotic content, but it gets there, in the next parts)

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Once upon a time in Ireland, there lived a young woman.

Scáthach awoke when the golden rays of dawn crept through the window of the hayloft where she slept.

She wound her long auburn hair into a bun and secured it with a length of twine. Then she tied a handkerchief over it, covering her hair entirely.

Scáthach climbed down out of the hayloft and hurried toward the main house where the rest of her family lived.

She removed her boots at the door of the house, and put on her old, cracked slippers.

Scáthach’s stepmother would have a fit if she tracked mud in the house.

Scáthach started breakfast. Before long, her family woke up and came down to the dining room.

She smiled and said good morning, but they sat at the table without responding or making eye contact.

Scáthach was the youngest with six older siblings. Most of them had moved into their own homes and started families. Only her oldest brother and his family still lived here.

After serving her family in the dining room, Scáthach ate her breakfast alone in the kitchen. A heaviness settled in her chest and her eyes prickled with unshed tears.

Today was her 21st birthday. No one remembered.

Her stepmother walked in, and Scáthach smoothed out her features into a blank mask.

The stepmother pursed her lips, her eyes moving over Scáthach’s head covering.

The young woman kept her eyes downcast as she continued to eat her breakfast. Her stepmother had said many times that Scáthach’s looks were strange, her hair too dark and her eyes too light. Still, she was the only mother Scáthach had ever known.

“Clear the dishes.” The stepmother said, then went to the parlor to read.

Scáthach did her daily chores of washing dishes, bathing and dressing the children. She walked past the parlor and overheard words between her father and stepmother that caused her to pause and listen.

“She should have been married off a long time ago.” Her stepmother said.

‘They can only be talking about me,’ Scáthach thought.

“Are you going to pay the dowry? I’ve already paid four of them. Besides, with her around, we don’t have to pay a servant.” Her father replied.

Scáthach stuffed her fist in her mouth and ran out the back door and all the way to the barn.

She launched herself into the hayloft and wept bitterly, no longer worried about being overheard out there.

She had suspected, but hearing the callous betrayal stated so blatantly…

Scáthach cried herself to sleep and awoke hours later.

The loft was dark and the moon was shining in.

At first she was groggy and still heavy with sorrow. Something had woken her suddenly, but she didn’t know what it was.

Then she smelled the sour reek of beer, and a calloused hand clumsily attempted to pull up the hem of her dress.

Half awake, she acted on instinct and kicked out hard. Her legs were muscular from all the work she did on the farm.

The person flew back with a startled grunt, and then a yell which ended in a loud thud as their body hit the floor 15 feet below.

She listened for them to get up, but there was only an ominous silence.

Scáthach crept down the ladder, making as little noise as possible.

The younger of her two stepbrothers lay there with his neck twisted at an unnatural angle.

She put her head on his chest. No heartbeat.

Scáthach jumped up, eyes widening with fear. Her family would never believe it had been an accident.

Her stepmother would make sure of that.

‘Perhaps I am thinking of them too harshly, but I will not take that chance and end up swinging from a rope for murder.’

She ran and swapped her slippers for boots as quickly and quietly as she could. She had no money, so she was going to have to get far away, and fast.

11:48 p.m. Lee-May: Same bench. Midnight. Don't you dare miss.

11:49 p.m. Me: I've never missed.

11:49 p.m. Lee-May: Liar.

11:52 p.m. Lee-May: I know what you did. Don't do it again.

I read that last one about forty times standing in my kitchen with a protein shake going warm in my hand. Then I typed or what, deleted it, typed okay, deleted that too, and sent a single purple heart before I could think. She left me on read. I didn't sleep.

The gym was empty at midnight, the way it always is on Tuesdays, just the hum of the vending machine and the mirrors throwing us back at ourselves. Lee-May was already at the bench when I came in. Black leggings, gray crop top, hair scraped up so tight it made her eyes look sharper. She didn't turn around. She watched me in the mirror the whole way across the floor.

"You put weight on the bar," I said.

"Same as last time," Lee-May said. "Hit it."

I had made myself a promise somewhere around three in the morning: no more gifts. Last time I'd lain down under her like an offering and she'd found out, and the way she'd looked at me over her shoulder, flushed and not nearly as angry as she wanted to be, told me I'd given her the wrong thing. I just didn't know yet what the right thing was.

She lay back on the pad and set her feet. I stood over her, spotting the bar, and for one second I saw her face upside down. Jaw set, nostrils flared, eyes already shut. She looked like a woman bracing for impact.

She drove up. Her hips rose clean and fast, thick thighs flexing, that ridiculous dragon-inked ass locking out at the top for one full second, and the bar slammed back down at her ribs. She hit it. Of course she hit it.

Then she lay there with her chest heaving, glaring at the ceiling like it had cheated her.

"You wanted to miss," I said.

Lee-May's head snapped around. "Excuse me?"

"You hit your number and you hated it." I kept my voice level. "Your face did something at the top. Like you were hoping the bar would win."

"You don't know anything about my face."

"I've been watching it for four months."

That shut her up. Lee-May sat up slowly, wiped her palms on her thighs, and rose off the bench to let me take it. Her hands weren't steady.

I added twenty kilos. She watched me do it, plate by plate, and I watched the color climb her throat.

"What are you doing?" Lee-May said.

"Not missing," I said. "Not this time."

I lay back. The pad was warm from her. I set my feet, braced, and drove, and the weight rose like it knew me, every muscle in my glutes lighting up at once, my back arched, my chin tucked, and I held it at the top. Lee-May stood over my head with her arms crossed, staring down the length of my body, and I made sure she got the full view. My ass in black spandex, flexed hard and trembling at the peak of the lift. I held it for three seconds. I held it for five.

When I dropped it, the sound rang off every mirror in the room.

"Your turn," I said, a little breathless. "Same weight."

Lee-May looked at the bar. Then at me. Something went across her face that I had never seen there before, quick and raw, and then it was gone and she was laying herself down on the bench with her jaw clenched.

"Spot me," she said.

"I'm not touching the bar."

"Momo."

"I'm not touching the bar, Lee-May."

She drove up hard. I'll give her this, she fought it, I watched the cords stand out in her neck and her thighs shake and her whole body try to haul that weight off the ground. It got halfway. It stalled. Her hips hung in the air, quivering, her breath coming in short furious bursts through her teeth.

"Come on," Lee-May hissed, to the bar, to herself, to me. "Come on, come on, diu—"

The bar came down. She dropped with it, flat on the pad, gasping, one arm thrown over her eyes. I'd never seen her fail a lift. Nobody in this building had. She lay there with her chest rising and falling and her mouth slightly open, and I realized she wasn't angry.

She looked like someone who'd finally been let off a leash.

"That was real," Lee-May said into her arm. "Wasn't it. You didn't touch it. You didn't help."

"It was real."

"Good." She breathed out, unsteady. "Good. Now say it."

I stood over her and waited.

"You can sit on me," Lee-May said. Her voice came out smaller than I'd ever heard it, rough and low, her arm still over her eyes. "I'm not giving it to you, don't you dare think I'm giving it. You took it. You can have it."

"Say the rest."

"I don't want you to let me win," Lee-May said. Her arm dropped, and those dark furious eyes found mine. "I want you to make me."

I took my shirt off.

I hadn't planned it as a reveal. I'd just worn a sports bra to the gym for the first time in months, and when I pulled the shirt over my head Lee-May went completely still. I watched her eyes travel. The koi she'd already seen, coiling up my left side, purple scales shading to violet at the edges. But she hadn't seen the wisteria, the whole cascade of it spilling down my right hip and over the curve of my ass, pale lilac blooms dripping into the waistband. And she hadn't seen my back.

I turned for her. Down my spine, in black brush strokes between my shoulder blades, ran a column of characters.

"You've got ink I didn't know about," Lee-May said slowly.

"I got it all before I ever met you."

"What does it say?"

"七転び八起き," I said. "Fall seven times, rise eight."

She laughed, sharp and startled, her hand flying to her mouth. "I can read half of that. It's the same characters." She sat up, reached out, and traced the first one down my spine with a fingertip that shook. "You've been walking around this gym for four months with that on your back."

"You never looked."

"I looked at everything else," Lee-May said, and her hand slid down to the small of my back, to the wisteria, and cupped my ass hard. "Every day."

I pushed her flat. She went down without a fight, and the look on her face when I climbed over her was worth every night I'd spent not sleeping.

I put my knees on either side of her head. Her eyes were level with the lilac bloom on my hip, her breath hot against the spandex, and I took my time. I pulled the leggings down slowly, over my ass and down my thighs, and the cold air hit skin that was already damp, and Lee-May made a noise in her throat like she'd been punched.

"Look at it," I said. "You've been looking at it for months. Now look at it."

"Momo—"

"If you want me to stop, say it. Tap my leg. Anytime."

She didn't tap. She took a shuddering breath and said, "Sit down."

I sat.

All of me at once, the way she had. Soft and hot and heavy, my whole ass settling over her face, and Lee-May's body arched up under me like a bowstring. Her hands came up and gripped my thighs, and for a moment I thought she was going to shove me off. Instead she hauled me down harder and moaned into me, a long ragged sound that I felt in my bones.

"There she is," I said, rocking slowly. "There's the woman who wouldn't stop glaring at me."

She said something into my skin. I didn't catch it. I rolled my hips and she said it again, muffled and desperate, and this time I understood the Cantonese, because she'd been teaching me the swear words for weeks without knowing it. Diu. Ho dik. Ho dik a. So good. It's so good.

I leaned forward and braced my palms on her thighs, which put my ass right against her mouth, and she went to work like she'd been starving. Her tongue was fast and furious and so, so good, flat and hot against me, and she groaned every time I ground down, like she wanted to be crushed, like she'd been waiting all her life to be buried under someone. I could feel her whole body shaking under me. I could feel her heels digging into the pad.

"You're not getting air," I said, breathless, "and you're not tapping."

She shook her head against me. No.

"You want me to sit on you until you pass out."

Her hands tightened on my hips. Yes.

"Say it, Lee-May."

She tore her mouth away for exactly one gasp. "Yours," Lee-May panted. "Yours, you bitch, I'm yours, I've been yours since the first fucking time you looked at me, I hate you, I hate how much I—"

I sat back down on her words. I felt her laugh and sob into me at the same time, a sound so wrecked and so happy that it went straight through my stomach, and I came right there with my fist knotted in her ponytail, grinding my ass down over her face while she kept licking, kept moaning, kept begging in two languages I could only half understand.

I felt her come a minute later, untouched, with her thighs locked and her whole body bowing off the bench.

I climbed off her slowly. She lay there with her eyes wet, her chin glistening, her ponytail wrecked, looking like she'd been through a war and won it. The mirror showed us both. Me with my leggings around my knees and the wisteria shining in the fluorescent light. Her flat on her back on my bench, panting.

"Round two," Lee-May said hoarsely. "Yours."

"Round two," I said.

"Don't get comfortable." She sat up, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, and gave me a look that went right through me. "I'm taking the next one back."

"You'll try."

"I'll do more than try." She dragged her gym bag onto her shoulder and walked toward the door, and I watched her go, tall and furious and trembling a little in the legs, with that dragon's tail peeking over her waistband. At the door she stopped.

"Momo."

"Yeah."

"The purple." Lee-May kept her back to me. "Wear it. All of it."

She was gone before I could ask which part she meant, the heart or the ink or the whole damn thing, and the door swung shut, and the vending machine hummed in the dark. I stood there with my shirt in my fist and my knees not quite working, and I still don't know if that was a yes.

Tomorrow. Same bench. Round three.

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I’d seen Sarah on many occasions
Sometimes she’d be serving behind the counter of the merchants I go to.
Other times in the upstairs office
About 5”3
Blonde shoulder length hair
Round face and curvy hourglass figure.
She wore conservative clothing so I couldn’t really get to size up her bust but at a guess I’d have said 34-36 c
She seemed a bit snobby to most of the guys who used the merchants. I wasn’t too much of a fan either.

I had a discrepancy with a bill I received , so I had to go into the office to discuss it .
She was there with another woman who helped with the accounts .
When I walked in the other woman popped out to leave us to talk .
I started to discuss the issue I had with her .
A mistake they made , charging me twice for the same item ( amounted to an extra £800) and she began to get defensive and raised her voice . I held my hand up to quieten her and said “stop talking and listen to me . It’s your fault or one of your staff that made the error and your treating it like it’s just a mistake . How many more times have you done it without me noticing “

I was pretty pissed off now !
Sarah was taken aback at my forthrightness . Her face was red and I could see chest redden too
That’s when I noticed her cleavage
A few buttons of her white blouse was open and her white lace bra was visible from my point of view .
I must have stared a little because she held her hand across her chest covering herself up.
I looked her on the eye and said “nice bra, is it a matching set “
Sarah was dumbstruck
No one had ever said anything like that to her before . Her face crimson and her jaw dropped open with no words .
I leaned forward and gently took her arm away leaving her bra exposed to my gaze again . Sarah sat still not knowing what to say
“36c “ I asked “or 38c”
She hesitated before saying “they’re 36” I must have nodded in approval “mmm nice” I muttered
Her eyes drifted from mine , she must have noticed the bulge appearing in my jeans .

“See the effect your nice tits are having on me “ Sarah nodded without saying a word
“Let’s open the rest of your buttons , I’d like to see your pretty bra”
Sarah looked a little stunned at my request but leant back and began to slowly undo her blouse.
Her eyes moved back to my bulge . As I admired her nice tits and pretty bra .
I slipped my hand into my jeans and adjusted my cock . It was harder now and fully visible against my tight jeans.

“You’d like this wouldn’t you” I scoffed as I grabbed my bulge and shook it at her
“I bet your too stuck up to ask for it”
She looked hurt and her eyes dropped at my harsh words and then she whispered something I couldn’t hear .
“ louder “ I said
Sarah spoke again , a little louder this time “I want to see it “

I walked around her desk to stand by her side . I pulled her chair and it spun around so she faced me.
“ here you go , help yourself “ I said to her as I thrust myself toward her .
I thought she’d turn away but she looked up at me. Then her shaking hands moved toward my fly

I leaned down and pulled her tits over her bra . They were as white as snow and her bright pink nipples were hard
I tweaked them both between my fingers . Sarah gasped at my roughness
She drew my zip down and slipped her fingers into my fly . I felt the soft fingers touch my shaft and my cock throbbed. Sarah’s eyes opened wide and her mouth dropped open . A little gasp escaped her lips .

I undid the top button allowing her hand easier access .

She pulled my cock free of my jeans and let it go . It bobbed there inches from her face . She licked her lips as I gently placed my hand on her head and motioned her forward . Her eyes darted to mine in surprise that I’d even expect her to do what I’m implying .

“ go on “ I coaxed “ suck it , you know you want to” I removed my hand and stood upright . My hard cock throbbing before her .

Sarah hesitated , looked toward the office door then she slowly eased forward with her tongue and lapped at the underside of my glans . My cock twitched at her touch .

“ suck it , don’t tickle it “I said in a more commanding tone “ or I’ll put it away and you won’t get another chance”
Sarah opened her mouth and moved forward taking the head of my cock into her mouth her lips held it tight but she didn’t move , no tongue .
I laughed out loud and said “ you’ve never sucked a cock before ,have you”
just held it there and slightly shook her head telling me no . I told her to use her tongue and move her mouth . Again she was a little hesitant

I pulled my cock out and put it away
“ Fuck this , you need lessons on how to suck a cock “
Sarah was shocked at my response to her she stuttered “ i I I I I’ve never done it before “ and her head dropped
I quickly grabbed my phone and got a pic of her tits .
“How can a woman in her thirties get through life without ever sucking a cock “ I said shaking my head in disbelief
She just stares and I could see tears welling up in her eyes
“Text me your address and I’ll come around tonight to teach you “ then I turned and left . As I exited the room her accounts lady passed me in the hall . I smiled knowing she’d catch her doing up her blouse and wonder what we were doing.

Before I pulled away from the merchants I looked at my phones gallery . The pic I took of Sarah with her tits out . I’d got her whole face in too and there was a look of disappointment and sadness on it .
Was it because I told her she was a rubbish cock sucker . Or she wanted to carry on and I’d stopped her before she could get started . Then the text arrived.
It was her address,
sorry
Sarah xx

I already knew where it was but wanted her to send me it as it told me she wanted me to carry on . The double x was a surprise though .
Maybe she needed to be taught the art of fellatio , when she said she’d never done it before, did she mean she was a virgin too . My mind started to go through all the scenarios .
No kids , mid thirties , only child , spoilt ,but she was a career girl . Been to university, she must have been fucked at parties , who doesn’t get laid at uni I thought that’s the whole reason people went .
She had a few boyfriends that I’d known about . Some older some younger . The ones I knew were a bit boring . Is that the thing boring guys attract boring women . I didn’t know but I was going to have fun with her

I didn’t reply to her text, I’d let her stew .
I went back to work.

It was Saturday evening, and David would be home soon. He’d texted to ask if he should eat on the train or whether she would cook, and as ever after his trips, she would cook for him. It was a routine they’d played out many times. She was the dutiful, prim and proper Vicar’s wife, and she loved it. She had a lasagne in the oven, but before she served it, he’d fuck her over the kitchen table. She was thrilled at the thought of it as she texted him for his ETA. The diocese was paying, so he’d taken a cab from the station; he was minutes away.

She unzipped her skirt and wriggled out of it, hung it on a chair and unbuttoned the blouse; it hung on the chair too. As she heard the cab outside, she half bent over the kitchen table and slowly stroked her pussy through the open slit in her crotchless knickers. David came into the Vicarage knowing what to expect. He paused for a moment to reflect on his good fortune, the benefice of St Mary’s, the almost conspicuous patronage of the Bishop, his lovely wife. He dropped his bag and pulled off the dog collar, God didn’t have to see everything. He unzipped his jeans and took his cock out. He wanted to be ready for Emily, so he closed his eyes and imagined what was waiting for him. Gently masturbating, he initiated the well-practised call and response,

“Hello darling, I’m home.”

“Dinner is in the kitchen.” Hard now, he strolled into the big kitchen to be met with the vision of Emily in black lingerie. She was half bent over the table with her hands flat and her arms straight. The peephole bra and the crotchless knickers. Stockings, heels. Delicious. He came behind her, put his hands on her hips and nuzzled her neck, kissing and nibbling. He felt lovely to Emily, strong, powerful, manly, and she giggled a little at the physical pleasure.

He teased her more, stroking a finger along her collarbone, kissing the nape of her neck. David reached down and, knowing she would be prepared, he slid a finger into her, and she quietly hummed. He explored and massaged the G spot, rubbed her clitoris.

Emily was smoothly gyrating her hips, anticipating the penetration she so craved as he placed his tip against her vulva, slid it along the line of her slit to feel her moisture. He pushed, and she yielded so easily. David unbuttoned his jeans and slowly buried his length into his wife, and she revelled in his manhood, his otherness. She’d had fabulous orgasms with Sarah and loved her soft and patient touch, but tonight she wanted her man to take her roughly from behind, and here he was.

David reached around and pinched a nipple, and Emily let out an “Oooh,” so he pinched her again, and then again. He had a rhythm now, long, deep strokes in time with her heartbeat. Lovely slow deep fucking for his lovely wife. He slapped her arse, and she cried out. He smiled at that, and he slapped her again.

“Did you miss me, my harlot?” he grunted. She replied quickly, her voice affected by his slow-pumping cock in her love canal.

“Yes David, yes I missed you.”

“Did you miss my hard cock in your slutty cunt?”

“Yes David, fuck me, fuck my slutty cunt.” His right hand went to her pussy as her arms gave way and she fell flat to the table. He rubbed her engorged clit as he began to increase the speed of his thrusting hips.

“God yes, fuck me David,” she said breathlessly, “fuck me hard.” David took her by the hips and pulled her backwards a little, he used his foot to make her open her legs wider. Now he shifted gear and gave her faster strokes, still deep, still the full length. She was moaning and making sex music in rhythm with him. She loved it when he took her this way.

“I love my slut,” he said, going a little faster,

“I love you David. Fuck me harder,” he gave her the full turbo fucking she wanted, fast and hard, his balls slapping her with each stroke, he was at top speed. His hand was to her clit again wanking her furiously in time with his hips, and she screamed her climax just as he was approaching his. He stopped.

Edging for a moment to allow her to take pleasure in her orgasm. He panted as she sang out little moans of dizzying joy.

They were practised lovers, used to each other, but far from bored or dull. He savoured her, eyes closed and feeling every millimetre of her pulsating, contracting love tunnel, her palace. She was flushed and breathless, and she felt exquisite love for him. David needed release now, and he went for the finish line, pumping hard and fast just letting his orgasm arrive. He suddenly pulled out - Emily sprang from the table and knelt before him, mouth wide open and David shouted,

“In nomine Patris et Filii et Spiritus Sancti, drink my holy cum,” and he spunked her like a porn star.

David stood panting and grunting. Feline, Emily curled upward and took his cock in her mouth. She sucked him gently until he softened, then her slender fingers took cum from her face, and she licked them clean. She looked up lovingly at David,

“Welcome home Vicar.”

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We took the wine into the lounge.

You noticed the restraints immediately: the leather cuffs attached to the armchair, the spreader bar waiting on the floor beside it.

We were both already naked, had been since we'd stumbled through the door shedding clothes in a trail from the entrance. I was half-hard and getting harder, and I didn't try to hide it.

I wanted you to see what you did to me.

Your eyes moved from the restraints to the chair, then to me. I watched your throat work as you swallowed.

"Oh."

I set my glass down.

"What happened to all the clever commentary?"

"I'm thinking."

Your gaze dropped briefly.

"About how Professor seems more than ready for this evening."

"That's new."

"Fuck you, Professor."

"There you are."

Your eyes returned to the chair.

"Interested?"

You studied the restraints properly this time: wrists, ankles, the spreader bar.

"Yes."

"Certain?"

"Yes."

No hesitation.

I nodded towards the armchair.

"Sit."

You did.

Dinner had been spontaneous. Spaghetti, ridiculous excuses, stolen glances and increasingly deliberate accidents.

This was different.

This had a purpose.

I crouched in front of you, resting my hands on your knees.

"If you want me to stop, I stop. If anything's uncomfortable, you tell me. If you change your mind, you tell me."

"I know."

"I want to hear you say it."

Your expression softened.

"I'll tell you."

"Good girl."

There.

That tiny change in your breathing.

I noticed.

Of course I noticed.

"Ready?"

You looked at the restraints, then at me.

"Yes, Professor."

I held your gaze.

"Taylah."

You went still.

Not dramatically.

But enough.

For the first time, I'd used your name as part of the experiment.

Until then, you had been Student whenever we played the game. Professor and Student gave us a little distance from ourselves, a convenient fiction wrapped around everything we were exploring.

Taylah was different.

Taylah was you.

"Still yes?"

A moment passed.

Then you smiled and reached for me.

"Still yes, Daniel."

That caught me.

Of course you'd understood exactly what I'd done.

If I was going to step outside Professor and Student long enough to ask Taylah, then Taylah was going to make John hear the answer.

Not Professor.

Me.

"Good."

I picked up the first restraint.

"Then here's the experiment."

Your attention sharpened.

"Four edges."

Your eyebrows rose.

"Four?"

"Four times I'm going to take you close. Your job is to tell me when you're there. My job is to stop before you go over."

I leaned closer.

"I'm going to learn you, Taylah. What makes you climb fastest. What makes you lose concentration. What makes you stop being clever."

"Good luck with that."

I smiled.

"And every time I find it, I'm going to stop."

That silenced you.

Briefly.

"And after four?"

"After four, the control phase is over."

You watched me.

"And then?"

"Then we find out what happens when I stop making you wait."

The teasing disappeared from your face.

For perhaps three seconds.

"And if Professor gets it wrong?"

"Professor learns something."

"No punishment?"

"No."

"No disappointed lecture?"

"No."

"Terrible research methodology?"

"Almost certainly."

You laughed, but there was less certainty in it now.

I secured your wrists first, checking each cuff before moving to your ankles. The spreader bar came last.

When I finished, you were open to me but not passive.

There was a difference.

"Comfortable?"

"Yes."

"Anything pinching?"

"No."

I checked anyway.

"Four edges," you said.

"Four."

"And then I get my reward?"

"If you still want it."

The look you gave me was pure challenge.

"Oh, I'll want it."

"Confident."

"Very."

I settled between your legs.

"Let's see how confident you are after four."

That quietened you.

Much better.

The first edge surprised you.

You started out talking.

Of course you did.

Still teasing. Still convinced you could study me while I studied you.

"Where are you?"

"Five."

A little later:

"Six."

Then your breathing changed.

The jokes stopped coming quite so easily.

Your fingers curled against the restraints.

"Professor."

There was less humour in it now.

"Yes?"

"Close."

I stopped.

Immediately.

Your eyes snapped to mine.

Wild.

Frustrated.

Beautiful.

"That's one."

"That was cruel."

"That was the experiment."

"I preferred dinner."

"No, you didn't."

A reluctant smile appeared.

"No."

I stayed close without touching you, watching your breathing slowly settle.

"Ready for two?"

Your thighs tried instinctively to close and discovered again that they couldn't.

You looked at me.

"Yes."

"Student?"

"Yes, Professor."

The second was harder because now you knew.

Anticipation had become part of it.

So had frustration.

I knew more about you too.

I knew waiting bothered you more than intensity did. I knew your fingers betrayed you. I knew you became quieter as concentration took over.

And I knew that when I withdrew at precisely the wrong moment, you tested the restraints without even realising you'd done it.

So I used that.

You glared at me.

"You're an arsehole."

"Still enjoying yourself?"

"Unfortunately."

I laughed.

"Come here."

I waited.

Your eyes narrowed.

"Professor."

"Better."

"Come here, Professor."

I did.

Your expression changed almost immediately.

"Oh."

"What?"

"You did what I told you."

"Yes."

"But I'm the one tied up."

"Excellent observational skills."

You tested the restraints again.

"I can still tell you what I want."

"Of course you can."

That made you pause.

Then smile.

"Harder."

I obeyed.

"Interesting."

"Don't steal my line."

"I'm observing."

"Student."

"Professor."

For a little while longer, you were still winning the argument.

Then your breathing became sharp and uneven.

Your fingers tightened.

The smile disappeared.

"Close."

I watched you.

"Really close."

I stopped.

Your head fell back against the chair.

"Two."

"Bastard."

"Two."

"I heard you."

I smiled.

"Halfway."

You opened your eyes.

"Don't sound so pleased with yourself."

I was enormously pleased with myself.

By the third, something had changed.

You'd stopped treating communication as something I had to extract from you.

You simply told me what you needed.

"Slower."

I adjusted.

"Stay."

I stayed.

"Again."

I listened.

The restraints hadn't made your voice less important.

They'd made it more important.

That might have been my favourite discovery.

You looked down at me.

"You like watching me."

"Yes."

"You like me restrained."

"Yes."

The speed of the answer surprised you.

"Why?"

"Because you chose it."

You went quiet.

"And because you're becoming bossier by the minute."

Your smile returned.

"Maybe I like telling Professor what I want."

"Apparently."

"And maybe Professor likes being told."

"You've become very confident for somebody approaching number three."

"Maybe I'm studying you."

"Dangerous habit."

"You started it."

Fair.

Then your expression changed.

"Daniel."

Not Professor.

Daniel.

I stopped immediately.

Your eyes closed.

"Talk to me."

"Too close."

"Do you want out?"

"No."

"Continue?"

"Yes."

"Now?"

You shook your head.

"No."

"Good."

I waited.

Only when your breathing began to settle did your eyes open again.

"That's three?"

"That's three."

You exhaled.

"Fuck."

"One left."

"I know."

There was no bravado in that answer.

The fourth was different.

Now we both knew what stopping meant.

You knew exactly what waiting would feel like.

And I knew enough about you that I wanted to see whether I could recognise the edge before you announced it.

I moved close.

No jokes this time.

"Ready?"

"Yes."

"Taylah."

Your eyes met mine.

"Yes, Daniel."

That was all I needed.

I took my time.

The fourth climb was slower than the others, deliberately so. I varied what I was doing and watched what each change did to you.

A gasp was not the same as a moan.

A clenched hand wasn't the same as fingers merely curling.

And the closer you came, the less Taylah the comedian had to say about any of it.

You became quiet.

Then quieter.

Your fingers tightened.

Your breathing changed.

You hadn't told me yet.

I waited.

Another moment.

Your stomach tightened.

Your thighs went rigid against the restraints.

I stopped.

Your eyes opened immediately.

For several seconds neither of us spoke.

Then:

"How did you know?"

"You stopped making jokes."

"Fuck you."

I laughed.

"There she is."

You laughed too, breathlessly.

"Four?"

"Four."

Then you remembered.

"So..."

"So the control phase is finished."

You watched me carefully.

"No more stopping?"

I smiled.

"Good girl. That was the right response."

I kissed your inner thigh.

"This time I'm not stopping."

You stared at me.

And I watched understanding replace uncertainty.

Four times you'd trusted me to stop.

Now the experiment changed.

No more measuring how close you could get.

No more waiting for the inevitable withdrawal.

No more trying to hover there while remembering numbers and rules and Professor and Student.

This time, when the pressure finally broke, I stayed with you.

Your composure went first.

The tension of four interrupted climbs seemed to release at once. Your back arched against the chair, your whole body tightening as the first orgasm tore a cry from you.

And I kept going.

Your eyes opened.

"Daniel..."

"Count for me, Taylah."

Disbelief.

Then another wave interrupted whatever you'd been about to say.

"One..."

Barely audible.

"Good girl."

You laughed.

One short, breathless sound.

Then the laughter vanished.

"Two..."

By the third, saying the number had become part of the experiment: your increasingly desperate attempt to preserve some structure while everything else became less orderly.

"Three..."

You found my eyes afterward.

The look in yours had changed completely.

Four edges had taught me how to recognise the approach.

Now we were discovering what happened when I stopped pulling you away from it.

"Four..."

Then five.

Six took longer.

I felt you trying to recover, trying to gather yourself, and then losing the attempt when the next one overtook you.

"Five... six... fuck!"

Seven surprised you.

"Seven..."

You were still trying.

That fascinated me.

Somewhere around eight, you started laughing again.

"This is ridiculous..."

"Eight?"

"I think..."

"Excellent scientific rigour."

"Fuck you..."

Then another orgasm stole the rest of the sentence.

"Nine..."

After that, the numbers became less reliable.

Ten.

A pause.

Eleven.

You closed your eyes and frowned as though remembering the next integer had suddenly become advanced mathematics.

"Twelve..."

"Certain?"

"No?"

I laughed.

"You've lost count."

Your eyes opened.

Glazed.

Furious.

Delighted.

"Fuck you, Daniel."

"There she is."

You tried to laugh.

Couldn't.

Another contraction ran through you and the attempt disappeared into a broken sound.

By then, counting had become almost useless.

You'd recover enough to remember I'd asked, try to reconstruct where we'd reached, then lose the calculation again.

"Twelve?"

"You already said twelve."

"Thirteen?"

"Possibly."

"This is terrible research."

"Impeccable research."

You tried to laugh again.

This time your body interrupted you completely.

Your stomach tightened hard, every muscle seeming to contract at once. Your back arched against the chair. Your thighs strained uselessly against the bar.

For the first time that evening, you stopped trying to count.

Stopped trying to make a joke.

Stopped trying to say anything at all.

Then the final orgasm hit.

Your entire body convulsed.

And something changed.

You squirted.

The first pulse surprised both of us.

Then another followed it, your body answering in rhythmic contractions while I stayed with you through the aftershocks.

I eased rather than stopped, letting intensity become something gentler while the tremors slowly worked their way out of you.

Eventually you collapsed back into the chair.

Completely spent.

Your chest rose and fell in deep, uneven breaths. Your stomach still twitched occasionally with small involuntary aftershocks.

I stopped.

Actually stopped.

No more experiment.

No more Professor.

"Taylah?"

It took a moment.

Then your eyes opened.

"I'm good."

"Enough?"

You breathed.

Considered it.

Then nodded.

"Enough."

Everything stopped.

Immediately.

I stayed in front of you and gave you time.

Eventually you looked at me.

"How many?"

"I thought you were counting."

A tired laugh.

"I lost count."

"Somewhere around thirteen."

"Thirteen?"

"Approximately."

"Very scientific."

"Impeccable methodology."

You laughed again.

I started releasing you.

Ankles first.

Then wrists.

When your hands were free, I stayed exactly where I was.

I wanted to see what you'd do with them.

You flexed your fingers experimentally.

Looked at me.

Then reached behind my neck and pulled me into a kiss.

Hard.

Immediate.

Entirely your choice.

When you finally released me, you were smiling.

"I've been waiting to do that."

"I noticed."

You settled back into the chair.

"Professor?"

"Yes?"

"What did we learn?"

I took your hand.

"I thought putting you in that chair would teach me how much control you'd give me."

You waited.

"It actually taught me how much you keep."

Your expression changed.

"And?"

"That being restrained didn't make you passive. You became more demanding. More precise. When you wanted something different, you told me. When you needed me to stop, you told me. When you wanted to continue, you told me that too."

You were quiet for a moment.

Then:

"What did you learn about yourself?"

I sighed.

Your smile returned.

"Come on, Professor. Proper research requires honest results."

Four days.

You'd known me four days and were already using my own experiment against me.

"I learned that I like being trusted with control."

You waited.

Of course you did.

"And?"

I looked at you.

"And I like that you don't disappear when you give it to me."

Something softened in your expression.

Then that familiar smile slowly returned.

"Interesting."

I stared at you.

You laughed.

When you stood, your legs weren't entirely convinced by the idea. I caught you around the waist and you leaned into me, still warm and trembling.

For a few seconds we simply stood there.

Then:

"Daniel?"

"Yes?"

"I think the Student should design the next experiment."

I looked at you.

"Should I be worried?"

You looked down.

Somehow, despite everything else that had happened, you were still wearing those ridiculous socks.

You looked back up at me.

"Probably."

"What am I supposed to think?" Jonathan yelled, his voice cracking with a high-pitched panic that completely ruined his expensive charcoal suit.

He was pacing back and forth across the plush cream carpet of the $500-a-night resort room, running both hands violently through his thinning hair.

The floor-to-ceiling windows behind him showed the glowing skyline of downtown, but all he could focus on was the nightmare that had unfolded two hours earlier at the private country club.

I was sitting on the edge of the oversized armchair, my toned legs crossed at the ankle. I was wearing a simple, thin cotton t-shirt and high-waisted denim shorts, the kind of effortless, youthful look that usually made him lose his mind.

"When I find out that you've been taking my wife's Sexology classes in college for months" he rounded on me, his face red and blotchy.

"How long, Carrie? Before we met?"

I screwed up my face, narrowing my hazel eyes and tilting my head in a perfect display of confused, defensive innocence.

Obviously, Brigitte hadn't told him the exact timeline, thank god. She had just dropped the bomb over their country club lunch that one of her top students had walked past their table and whispered an overly familiar

"Have we met before?" to her husband. There was no way Jonathan would ever believe it was a random coincidence that his mistress was one of twelve women enrolled in his wife’s upper-level seminar.

"Of course not before we met! What would the chances of that even be?" I threw my hands up in the air, letting my voice drop into a soft, chastened whimper.

"I took the class after we met because... because I wanted to see her, Jonathan! I know!"

I looked down at the carpet, biting my lip as if I was utterly humiliated.

"It was stupid and immature, and I only meant to go to one lecture just to see the woman who had you. But then she was actually really good, and I couldn't just drop it without looking suspicious!"

Jonathan stopped dead in his tracks, shaking his head in sheer disbelief at my apparent stupidity.

Perfect, I thought internally, hiding a sharp smile behind my downcast eyes. If it was a choice between believing I was a stupid, hopelessly obsessed young girl or a conniving, calculating stalker who had been mapping his life for a long time... well, call me in love.

"You have to leave the class," he snapped, stepping toward me with his finger pointed at my face.

"Tomorrow. You drop it."

It was my turn to look at him like he was an idiot.

"Seriously? Quit the exact day after I bump into you at her stupid golf club?" I snorted, letting my natural attitude bleed through my cute act.

"You said she was already suspicious, Jonathan. You don't think dropping her class twenty-four hours after seeing you together is going to look ten times worse?"

"She was asking questions, Carrie! Endless questions on the drive home!"

"Only because she doesn't trust you!" I snapped back, hearing the glorious irony in my own voice and loving every second of it.

I stood up from the armchair. I had to look up at him, but I used my compact, athletic posture to my full advantage, arching my back slightly so my breasts pushed against the thin cotton of my shirt.

"Look," I said, sighing dramatically and taking a slow step toward him.

"I've said I'm sorry for asking if we'd met. It was a dumb slip. But I promise you, I did not bump into you at that club on purpose today." I paused, letting my eyes rake over his expensive watch and his polished shoes.

"Now... did you book this expensive suite just to scream at me? Because if you did, you could have done this somewhere way cheaper."

Jonathan scowled, his mouth opening to deliver another furious lecture, but the words died in his throat. I could see the exact second his anger began to curdle into something far more dangerous, and far more predictable.

I didn't wait for his permission.

Reaching behind my back with a slow, deliberate grace, my fingers traced the familiar path to the clasp hidden beneath my t-shirt.

There is a quiet thrill in the anticipation, a woman always loves to tease using that subtle, hidden movement, letting you guess what's coming before she reveals it. With a practiced flick, I unclipped it, the tiny snap sounding entirely too loud in the quiet air.

In one slow, fluid motion, I slipped my left shoulder out of the neckline, sliding my hand inside the sleeve to coax the delicate black lace bra completely free. I let it dangle enticingly from my index finger like a conquered trophy, before letting it drift lazily to the floor.

Freed from its restraint, my firm breast swelled instantly, pressing high, heavy, and sharply defined against the thin, unlined white cotton of my t-shirt, aching for his eyes, and his touch.

Jonathan’s eyes snapped down to my chest. He raised one eyebrow, trying desperately to maintain his stern, furious expression, but the heavy rise and fall of his chest betrayed him. He was weakening, just like he always did.

I raised both of my hands to my own chest slowly while smiling at him.

Over the thin shirt, I caught my nipples between my thumbs and forefingers, rubbing them in slow, firm circles until the hard nubs poked visibly through the fabric. I let out a breathy, shivering sigh, my hazel eyes locking onto his pale blue ones.

Then, I took two small steps forward, grabbed his large hands, and replaced my fingers with his. Jonathan didn't resist. He couldn't.

His thumbs immediately took over the rhythm, rolling over my hardened peaks through the cotton while a low, ragged groan rattled in his throat. His anger vanished, evaporated by the raw, intoxicating heat of a twenty-year-old cheerleader standing bare under her shirt in front of him.

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4:55 your alarm goes off and you hit the snooze. Rolling over wrapping your arm around me. You nuzzle into my neck. I roll over to face you and kiss your chest a few times. Then I wiggle up and put my tits right in your face.

“Good morning daddy” I say as you start ducking my nipples into your mouth. First the right one. Then the left. Shifting my body back so you can get access to it. Your mouth is hot and wet on my tits. And I can hear you swallowing as your mouth gets wet with each suck from my nipples.

“Mmm. Yes daddy, someone’s hungry this morning.” I moan as your face is smashed between my tits licking and sucking and biting. My hands on the back of your head and shoulders. I feel you getting hard against my thighs.

“So hungry…” you say as you shift me onto my back. You drop down my body and give my pussy one big fat lick. “Tell daddy you want more. Tell daddy what you want.”

“Lick me daddy.” And you do. You give me one big lick. Then stop.

“More…please…”

“More what?”

“I need more daddy…touch me. Lick me. I need you inside of me.”

“Good girl” is the last thing you say before diving back between my legs. Sliding one finger in, the two. Lapping at my clit. You pull out your fingers and i protest with a whimper. Only to replace in with your tongue.

You pull me down the bed and I spread my legs for you. “Please daddy…”

“Not yet”

You sit me up and push me down to my knees. Your bobbing cock is right in front of my face, “suck daddy’s cock”

I open my mouth and brace on hand on your thigh and grab your cock with the other. I start licking and kissing, the shaft and the head. Leaning down and licking your balls too. “Like this daddy?”

“Put daddy’s cock in your mouth. Choke on it.”

“Yes daddy.”

I take your whole cock in my mouth. You place your hand on the back of my head and fuck my face. I’m gagging and drool is running out of my mouth but you don’t stop, you don’t let me go.

after a few more thrusts you release me and I’m gasping for air, you stand me up and give me a kiss, “good girl, now spread your pussy for me.”

“Yes daddy.”

I climb onto the bed on all 4s and you climb on behind me. I feel your cock grazing my pussy lips and I moan, begging, “please daddy give me your cock. Please.”

“Of course good girl.”

With that you drop into me. Balls deep in one thrust. You push my head down so I’m face down ass up on the bed for you, your cock splitting open my perfect pussy. With each thrust your cock shines with our mix. You pull out and I rollover. I want you on top of me and you know it. Lifting my hips you climb on top of me and dive right back in, you feel me start to tighten up, “cum for me. Cum for daddy.”

You pick up the pace and I come undone. Drenching your cock and balls, “yes, daddy, fuck. Me.”

It’s enough to push you over the edge, shooting your cum inside of my pussy. Slowly letting your cock go soft and slide out of me followed by a mix of our cum.

“Good morning to you baby…”

Around me extend majestic coral tables. The reds, oranges, yellows, and blues transform this underwater landscape into a fairy-tale field. In the middle of these immense multicolored forests swim tropical fish with patterns just as colorful.

Barely ten meters further, sharks come to join this spectacle. Majestic blacktips. Curious about the strange fish that I am, approaching while keeping a safety distance. You never know, I could be dangerous.

I continue to swim for long minutes in this fantastic landscape, then I come out of this translucent water and reach the beach again. I walk on the warm sand, avoiding the pieces of dried coral, and lie down on my towel. The shadow of the palm tree feels good under the burning sun. Finally on vacation.

I close my eyes and let my mind wander.

I open my eyes.

The sun is beginning to set, and I still haven't moved from my towel. I pack my things and head towards my guesthouse: a large wooden house with about ten bedrooms. Every evening around 8 p.m., dinner is served and all the tenants gather around a large table to eat together. It's nice, friendly, we discover people and their stories. We share our past lives and we create the rest together.

Once in my room, I take a quick shower, put on a long-sleeved linen shirt and canvas trousers. Even if it's hot on the Malaysian islands, the mosquitoes are unforgiving.

I arrive at the table, a couple is already seated. They arrived two days ago, at the same time as me. I greet them and sit down opposite them. Then the conversation starts. The others arrive in the following minutes: three other couples, a family of four, a group of five friends, and two girls who came to do photography.

The conversation goes well. Next to me are sitting the father of the family and one of the two photographers. The owner brings the dish: triggerfish and rice. The fish cuts so easily and the rice is accompanied by an incredible sweet and savory sauce. The discussions resume and revolve mainly around underwater landscapes, local hikes, villages, and other activities that can be done here.

I talk mostly with my neighbor, the photographer. Chestnut hair styled in a wavy bob, amber eyes, and small, slightly pinkish lips. Her sun-tanned skin was covered by tight denim shorts and a white shirt revealing the black lace of her bra.

Little by little, our discussion turns to her passion, photography. She is beautiful when she talks about it. You can see her passion coming through her voice and the amber of her eyes shines brightly. What she prefers in photography are big cities at night. All these lights, like human stars. These people so different: those who party, those who return from work, those who are going to see friends, and all the others.

Besides, tonight, she has planned to go capture these nighttime faces and lights and offers me to accompany her. An offer that I accept, of course.

We finish the meal while continuing to discuss our lives, then we decide to go to town. We hail a tuk-tuk on the side of the road and off we go.

Barely twenty minutes from the natural paradise in which we were staying stand the tall towers of another world. A gray hell for some, an anthropic paradise for others. Her eyes light up in front of the city lights.

We get off the tuk-tuk and start wandering through the streets. Crowds of people walk the streets of the big city; we get closer to avoid getting lost. She stops often, her camera capturing a moment for eternity. Everything goes through it, her memory box catches everything: buildings, couples, groups of friends, exhausted employees, happy children, stray cats, trees, monuments... and even I serve as her model from time to time.

Then, our steps lead us into a night market. The street is crowded. Her shots burst forth, but we still take the time to enjoy. We order two skewers of squid balls, it's so good, but so hot! We have a good laugh together.

We talk about our lives: she works as a secretary in a communication company, I am in administration. Both single, but open to anything. When she tells me that, I feel like I see a slight spark in her eyes.

The crowd forces us to press closer and closer together. Our bodies end up touching. Her skin is warm. The contact doesn't seem to bother her. I'm a bit nervous. We stay like this for a moment, then she offers to go have a drink.

We get out of the crowd and arrive in small streets.

Suddenly, silence. I hadn't noticed that the parallel street was so noisy. But here, there are no more vendors, no crowd, no people. Just her and me. I look up at the sky: the lights of Men have lowered a lot and we can discern a few stars.

After wandering a bit, we end up entering a bar. A wooden floor, a few groups with a beer in hand, slightly dimmed lighting. We sit in a corner, face to face. She looks at the photos on her camera, a smile from ear to ear. From time to time she shows me one, her amber eyes blazing.

The waiter comes by, we order two beers. The pints are not long in coming. The bitter brew slides inside me, so good. We continue to talk, the feeling flows naturally. We talk about everything, going back to our high school years while passing through our parents and our little victories. Then about our past loves. We blush a little. Our voices become softer.

Then, our tongues end up talking about sex. We evoke everything: partners, places, ages. Then come the fantasies.

But there, she pauses. An embarrassed smile covers her face. I hesitate to pursue, but I want to know what suddenly made her so prudish. I reassure her: I will never judge her for anything, no matter the immorality.

She blushes, looks at her camera. A few seconds pass. Then she tells me: she adores nudes.

I wasn't really in a state to be shocked. In fact, I was rather curious, so I invite her to talk about it. She explains to me that it has been three years now that she posts, sometimes every day, sometimes barely once a month, on specialized websites. Then her cheeks turn truly crimson when she asks me if I want to see.

I blush too. I want to see her, naked, erotic.

She takes out her phone and opens her gallery. Our heads draw closer to the screen. There, the photos scroll. I see her in all positions, displaying in turn lace lingerie, open shirts, sheets, pulled-up skirts, topless, and others. Little by little, her embarrassed face gives way to a smile of pride. I find her so beautiful; in front of her nude digital body, I feel so aroused.

She brings her head close to mine. Her lips move gently and propose that I help her. She really wants to do a photoshoot, right now.

She looks at me, then gets up in the direction of the restrooms.

I stay a few seconds without moving, then I follow her.

A small hallway, a door, unisex restrooms, I enter. A small white room, sink and mirror on the left and a row of doors on the right. We are alone.

The muse stands before me, excitement on her face and camera in hand. She hands me the latter, then she sits on the sink and opens her shirt completely. Her black lace bra marks a contrast with the white of the room. I look at her through the small screen, I try to capture her erotic beauty. I press.

She changes pose. Opens her shorts, revealing black lace above her pubis. Then leans on the sink, arched, breasts forward, head thrown back. I capture her as much as I can.

She throws off her clothes, keeping only the lace. She turns around, lifts a leg onto the sink. Her breasts are reflected in the mirror. The shots follow one another.

Suddenly, footsteps can be heard.

She grabs her clothes in a few seconds and pushes me into the last stall. Two men enter the room. Our bodies stick together in this small space. I feel her naked skin under my fingers. So I gently begin to caress her.

She looks at me, her amber eyes glowing with mischief. She gets close to my ear, I feel her breath: "You want to play that game?"

She presses even closer to me. Her hands slip under my shirt. So I increase my caresses. My knuckles slide over her lace, I get closer to her thighs. The black lace roses are a little wet. I slip under her panties, my fingers plunge between her lips. I move a little, then I go back up to stimulate her clitoris.

I feel her nails digging into my back. Her face is tortured between pleasure and forced restraint, so beautiful. Excitement builds inside me. I feel her breathing increase, I hear her heart accelerating.

Her hands come down and rest on mine. She whispers in my ear: "I won't be able to hold back much longer, your turn now."

I remove my hands. She kisses me slowly on the neck, then slides down my body to crouch in front of me. She lowers my pants and my underwear quickly. My penis stands erect in front of her face. She gently runs her hands over it, then her lips take over.

The view excites me so much: I see her head going back and forth along my member, covering and uncovering her breasts. I grab the camera and take a few nice shots. I feel so good. The intensity varies, she speeds up more and more. So good.

Then she calms the rhythm. Her lips move slowly, favoring her tongue. Her hands go up along my thighs to play with my testicles. She controls everything. She pulls back, her tongue licks me from the base to the foreskin, then she goes deep. I feel all her walls and touch the back. She pulls back and starts again.

I'm not going to hold out very long. She does it two or three times then concentrates on the tip. I fight between staying because it's so good, and coming inside her. She speeds up. I whisper: "I'm not going to hold out much longer."

She nods her head, but doesn't slow down. I feel everything: the inside of her cheeks, her rough tongue, her saliva. I hold back from groaning, but my sperm flows into her.

She stops moving, pulls back, takes a piece of toilet paper and spits. She stands up and whispers to me: "Did you like it?"

I nod my head. We get dressed again, I would have liked to contemplate her a little more.

We leave the stall. She fixes her hair quickly, the red on her lips has smeared a bit.

We go out, we pay for the beers, then we find ourselves in the street. We find a tuk-tuk that drives us to the guesthouse. We stay a bit on the sand of the beach, still under the impact of everything we shared in a single evening.

She turns towards me, a smile on her lips. Kisses me on the neck, and tells me see you tomorrow. Then she reaches her room.

As for me, I stay there, planted on the sand. Then I reach my room too. I don't know what tomorrow will be made of, but I can't wait.

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I had always wanted to be shared by a group of men.

I wanted mouths rotating over my breasts, mouths between my thighs, mouths moving all over my body, licking every nook and cranny.

I just never expected anything remotely resembling that fantasy to begin with Jim.

I'd always thought our neighbor Jim was creepy. He had never actually done anything to warrant the feeling. There was just something about him. Something in the way he looked at people. The way he smiled.

Well, that feeling remained true until the night I caught him watching me through binoculars at three in the morning.

It was spring break, and I was home from college. I'd had an especially shitty day, and the sour mood had followed me all the way into bed. I couldn't sleep and my mind wouldn't shut the hell up.

So I did what I always did when depression got its claws into me and kept me awake at night with my thoughts racing in circles.

I masturbated.

It was a cool, moonlit night. I liked the breeze, so I'd opened my windows and pulled the curtains aside to let some air in.

I didn't know that by doing so, I'd also given Jim a perfect view. Of course, I didn't find that out until the next morning.

Mom had asked me to get the mail, and somehow Jim appeared out of nowhere as I walked down the driveway.

"Wild night, eh?" he said.

I had no idea what he was talking about, and I wasn't particularly interested in finding out.

"Uh... yeah. Totally." I responded without taking my eyes off the mailbox. I just wanted to get the mail and go back inside.

"You know..." He leaned against his car, that same disgusting little smile spreading across his face. "I'd love to help a pretty girl like you out sometime."

"Dude, I have no idea what you're talking about." I didn't bother trying to sound polite.

"Oh, well, you know..."

He made a crude gesture with his hand and tongue.

My face immediately flared red.

What the fuck?

I snatched the rest of the mail from the box and hurried back inside.

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Once again, I found myself lying awake in bed, staring at the ceiling while my mind raced. My eyes drifted to my alarm clock on the bedside table. The clock read 3:42am.

Fuck anxiety. I must have been in bed since at least 12:30am.

My hand drifted absently toward my navel before slipping beneath my waistband. I tried to get myself worked up, but nothing happened. Those fucking antidepressants must have put a dampener on my libido.

I can't believe that on top of being sad, I can't even get some orgasm for that dopamine hit. Does my body know how sensible I am? I could be doing hardcore drugs and fucking random dudes behind a dumpster in an alley way for some snow. Get both for the price of one.

I pulled my hand away and reached for my phone instead, figuring I'd just doomscroll until exhaustion finally overtook me.

A few moments later, my phone vibrated in my hand, and a notification slid across the screen before disappearing again. I'd barely managed to read:

can't sleep? ;)

Before my phone slipped from my fingers and smacked me directly in the face.

"Fuck. Ow."

I sat upright and dragged down the notification bar. My stomach dropped. There it was: jimmied85

I stared at the username. No way. I tapped it and the message opened. Then I tapped his username and it went to the profile. Lo and behold: there he was my fuck next-door neighbor: Jim.

I went back to the message. Staring at it, with my fingers hovering over the keyboard. "Block and delete" rang in my mind. My fingers had other plans it seemed, because I responded with: "Fuck off." instead.

His reply came almost immediately.

jimmied85: C'mon, let me take care of you 😘

I scoffed and rolled my eyes. I looked around the room. My windows were open but my curtains were shut tonight. Well, enough so that Jim shouldn't be able to watch me. Not unless he had a sniper scope. Did he? Oh God why are men so weird.

Dude, stop being a fucking creep.

The typing bubble appeared.

Then:

jimmied85: Girl, you want your pussy eaten. I want to eat your pussy. Your fingers may not work, but my mouth sure does ;)

I stared at the screen.

And then, to my own surprise, I felt something stir between my thighs.

What the fuck?

Was it his audacity? His relentless pursuit? The sheer confidence of saying something like that after I'd told him to fuck off? I didn't know. I only knew I was suddenly pressing my thighs together.

I stared at the message, trying to decide what the hell I was supposed to do with it. Or whether there was even anything to say. Another message appeared.

jimmied85: You're considering it 👀

My stomach flipped. Because I was. I actually was. I looked toward my bedroom door. Mom was out with her boyfriend for the evening. She'd probably sleep at his place.

My eyes returned to the screen. My fingers seemed to move before I'd made the decision myself.

Alright. Come over.

I threw my phone onto the bed. For a moment I just sat there. What the fuck did I do? Then the excitement hit me. It was sick and exhilarating, bubbling up in my chest before spreading lower through my body.

What the fuck am I doing?

I heard the distinct sound of Jim's front door opening and closing. A few moments later, mine started ringing. I slid off my bed and stalked to the door. Guess I'm doing this. I left my room and descended the stairs.

At the front door, my hand wrapped around the handle. I hesitated. For one last moment, I considered what I was about to do. Am I really gonna fuck that sleazeball? The doorbell rang again.

I opened it on the second ring.

Jim stood there. I had to admit, he looked handsome. Save for the creepy, smug Cheshire smile he had plastered on his stupid fucking face. Had he been normal, I'd not have minded fucking him as much. Hell, even dating him.

Well, I'm about to fuck him now, so I guess despite his creepy pervy behavior, he still gets pussy. This time: my pussy.

For a moment, neither of us said anything. I stood awkwardly in the doorway, wondering why the hell I'd invited him here. Close the fucking door girl. You can still leave this situation.

Then he stepped past me. He took my hand and started leading me toward the stairs. And I let him. We climbed to the second floor.

When we reached my bedroom, he threw the door open, picked me up with ease, and tossed me onto the bed. Everything happened so quickly that I barely had time to process it. One second I was standing beside him. The next, I was pinned beneath my disgusting neighbor.

His mouth was on my neck, kissing and sucking as he moved toward my collarbone. His hands pawed at the collar of my shirt, pulling at the fabric to get better access to my chest.

I heard a sharp tearing sound. I looked down. Half my shirt had been ripped open from the top. His mouth moved lower, kissing and licking down my stomach toward my navel.

He pulled at my pajama bottoms and then pressed his face against my panties, inhaling my scent. His mouth moved over the fabric while his arms hooked around my thighs, holding my legs beneath him.

He was insatiable.He moaned and grunted against me, completely lost in what he was doing and somehow, I was moaning too.

I hadn't even realized it until I tried to pull away because the sensation had become too intense. His grip tightened and he pulled me back, pinning me underneath him again. When I tried to close my legs, he forced them apart again.

My hand found his balding hair. I grabbed hold and then I started moving against him. Pleasure washed through me in blinding waves. My hips moved with the rhythm of his mouth almost on their own.

It felt so fucking good.

Better than my fingers. Better than any fingering I'd ever had. Better than the oral sex any of my past boyfriends had given me. He knew what the fuck he was doing.

Then he stopped and pulled away, and I found myself immediately missing him. My body seemed to protest the absence.

He hooked his fingers into my panties and pulled them down. I could feel my wetness stretching between my skin and the fabric before it slipped free and left my thighs exposed.

I was soaked. There was no other word for it.

I barely had time to register what was happening before his mouth was back between my thighs. His tongue moved over me, exploring every sensitive place. He licked and sucked noisily, completely unconcerned with how loud he was being. His moans vibrated against me.

I could feel my legs trembling beneath him. My thoughts were becoming harder and harder to hold onto. My legs felt like jelly and my mind felt like mush. There were no coherent thoughts left. No questions or second-guessing.

Just Jim between my thighs.

And the overwhelming sensation of being wanted.