Female Domination

Fiction

Teaching High School Girls Part 1

Jeff Ayers was a high school English teacher, and a good one. He always had students with good grades, because he was good at making them care about studying. Of course there was always a group that was the exception, and this year was no different. It was a group of three girls this semester, Hollie, Katie, and the leader of the group, April. They were the popular girls, but not because everyone liked them, because they were the sluttiest and hottest girls. They got their way because they used their sexiness as a weapon, but it wasn’t going to work with Jeff. He didn’t pass them just because they came and flirted with him after class, and he didn’t let them out of detention when they did things wrong.
Not that it was easy to resist. In class they would talk and flirt instead of paying attention, so they would flunk tests. When they couldn’t get their grades changed with their low cut shirts and short skirts, they started acting up in class more, which got them detention. Afterschool in detention they would try to flirt with him, egging each other on to show more cleavage to him, and hike their skirts up, but he ignored it, which enraged them. Eventually they started to take it personally, and started spreading rumors about him, but he was a popular teacher, so not many people believed him. Toward the end of the semester, they came to him, pissed off because they were flunking, and wouldn’t graduate unless he passed them. He refused, and they left enraged, screaming obscenities at him. He wondered what else he could do to help them grow up.
That Friday night, he was at home having a drink with dinner at his house, when there was a knock on the door. He looked out and saw it was Hollie, the ringleader of the group. He sighed, thinking “What the hell is this?” and opened the door. He wasn’t amused, but she seemed to be genuinely interested in just talking. She said, “Can I come in?”, and he reluctantly let her in. She was wearing her usual short skirt, but she wasn’t being as slutty as usual.
He was confused at first, and just stood there waiting for her to say what she wanted. She didn’t, as if she was waiting for him. “Well, aren’t you going to like, invite me in?” He was still skeptical, but said, “Yeah, ok.” As she walked past him, he looked around outside, but just saw her car parked in his driveway. He knew he would have to be careful, he was treading on thin ice having a student at his house alone like this. He closed the door and said, “So, Hollie, what can I do for you? If this is about your grade on the midterm, I told you girls already there’s nothing you can do to change that grade.” She kept walking casually into his kitchen, and leaned against the counter, then finally said, “No, it’s not about that, I just wanted to stop by and say hello.”
He didn’t trust that and said, “Hollie, you know students and teachers shouldn’t be seen like this outside school. Especially a young girl and a male teacher like us. If that’s all you wanted, you should really leave.” As he started toward the door to show her out, she said, “No, that’s not really it.” She sighed and said, “I just wanted to say
” she hesitated and he said, “Spit it out,” and she blurted out, “I’m sorry for the way that we’ve been treating you.”
He stopped and turned, trying to judge if she was sincere, and she seemed to be. He said, “Thank you Hollie, but that doesn’t change the damage you’ve done in my class. If you truly are sorry, you should start behaving and minding me in class, and try to get your two friends to do the same.”
He started to show her to the door again, but she said, “Ok Mr. Ayers. But before I go, can I at least have a drink?” He was starting to think he’d never get her out of his house, and how long it would be before one of his neighbors noticed his student’s car in his driveway. He went to the fridge and said, “I have coke and water.” She said, “Coke please,” and he handed her one. He got a glass out and poured himself a glass of water. He didn’t want to keep drinking his beer until she was gone.
She said, “Can I use your bathroom Mr. Ayers?” He sighed, and said, “Yes, but please be quick.” She said, “Mr. Ayers, that’s rude, you don’t tell a girl to hurry in the bathroom, you don’t know what—“ He cut her off, not wanting to start an argument about it, and said, “Ok, fine, it’s this way.” He led her down the side hall toward his bedroom, and showed her the bathroom next to the foyer. She went in and he heard the door lock behind her. ‘Great’ he thought, ‘No telling how long she’ll be now.’ He went to the front door again and looked out, hoping he wouldn’t see anyone showing interest in her car, and he didn’t.
His mind was racing, ‘what to do’, He knew she was up to no good, but he couldn’t figure out how. He thought, “I’ll call ZoĂ«, she might know what to do.” Zoe was his daughter at college. He went to the living room and got his cell and dialed her, but before she picked up, he heard Holllie clicking her heels across the kitchen floor. He hurried back in, and saw her standing where she was before, sipping her soda. He thought she couldn’t have been in there more than 20 seconds, but he was just glad she was out.
He didn’t say anything, he just stood there waiting for her to finish her soda so she could leave. He was determined not to let her get to him, so he just sipped his water. She stood there awkwardly sipping her own drink, looking around, until finally she finished her drink. He set his glass down and said, “Ok, now if there’s nothing else, I’ll see you on Mond—“ he slurred the rest of the word out, and started to feel woozy. He felt himself going numb, and just barely was able to catch himself before falling onto the tile of his kitchen.
He ended up on his face, and when he tried to move, he couldn’t. He could still feel the cold tile, and hear Hollie’s heels click, but he couldn’t move a muscle in his body. He started to panic, not knowing what was happening, but then he saw Hollie’s heel step in front of his face. She bent over and he saw her face in front of his. She slapped his cheek sharply, which he felt all of, but he didn’t even flinch. She smiled and said, “Sorry, Mr. Ayers, looks like you’re a chump after all.” She giggled and clip-clopped away.
He suddenly realized what was going on, she had drugged him! It must have been his water glass when she got back from the bathroom. He kept trying to get up, but he was completely paralyzed. It seemed all he could do was blink his eyes. This was bad, he had no idea what she was planning to do to him.
Just as he was wondering what Hollie was going to do next, he heard her clip-clopping back into the kitchen, but then there were two, no three sets of heels. ‘It can’t be!’ he thought. But it was. He felt four small hands pull his shoulder, and roll him over onto his back. His eyes squinted against the bright lights he was looking up into, but after a second they adjusted, and he was able to confirm that the giggly voices he heard did indeed belong to Hollie, Katie and April. They were all wearing their usual short skirt, but this time he could see straight up them as the stood over him. They all had cotton panties on, and Katie pulled her skirt forward and shook her ass when she caught him looking.
April, always the leader, said, “Hi Mr. Ayers, did we catch you at a bad time?” They all started laughing, and he knew he was in for trouble. He didn’t know how long this drug would last, or what their plan was, but his only hope was that someone would see the cars, or see the girls through the window, but then as if she read his mind, April said, “Hollie go move your car around the block. Katie, start closing all the curtains and blinds.” They left his field of vision, and April straddled his head and shook her hips, waving her panties just inches from his face. She said, “You have no idea what you’re in for Mr. Ayers. Can I call you Jeff? Shake your head if you don’t want me to.” When he didn’t, she giggled again and said, “Thanks, I will.”
She slowly pulled her panties down and stepped out of them, then kicked them off. She spread her legs over his face again, showing her bush of fine hairs and her slit to him. He felt his dick growing hard as a rock, despite his desire to prevent their teasing from getting to him.
April turned and looked at the bulge in his pants, and said, “Good, the stuff works.” He hoped she would tell him what they had used on him, and he wasn’t disappointed. The girls came back, and reported to April that everything was good. April sat on his chest and said, “You’re wondering what we did to you no doubt. I guess there’s no harm in telling you, since there’s nothing you can do about it. It’s called Parazyl, it’s a drug that causes complete paralyzation but with no loss of feeling. That means that as long as we keep you dosed, you won’t be able to move a finger, but you’ll feel everything we do to you. That means we can do whatever we want, and you’ll react accordingly.” She reached back and grabbed his dick as she said that, sending a twitch through him.
She smiled, and got up. After that, the final piece fell into place. He figured out their plan, but the continued to tease him with it, not realizing he knew. He hoped that their underestimating him would somehow give him an advantage. They picked him up by the arms and dragged him to the couch and propped him up so he could see forward. He saw Hollie had a duffel bag. She pulled a camcorder out of it, and he knew he was right. April and Katie went to work stripping him naked, teasing his cock, as April explained, “Since you’ve been such a hard ass all year long Jeff, we’re going to have a little fun with you. You’ve been so resistant to our efforts to make good grades in your class, we’ve had to resort to drastic measures. Not that we object to all of this, but it’s a lot of planning you know? We’re going to record everything this weekend, and by the end, we’ll have enough footage to put together a very damning video for someone in your position. It’s amazing what the right editing can do. So if the three of us don’t end the year with perfect grades, well then that video might find it’s way into the wrong hands.”
April had Hollie and Katie go search the house while she stayed and played with his dick. She said, “It’s quite bigger than I expected, I guess this will be more fun than we thought. We were worried you’d have a tiny little dick.”
Hollie came back from searching his room, and said, “I couldn’t find anything. I searched everywhere and couldn’t find a single naughty thing.” Katie came back and said, “It looks like he has a daughter, I searched her room and found the goods. A couple vibrators, two buttplugs, lots of lube.”
He couldn’t believe what he was hearing, he had no idea his Zoe had all that stuff in his house. He always trusted her since she was such a good girl, he never even thought to search her things. April said, “Good, we’ll use her stuff, that’ll make it even dirtier. Would you like that Jeff? You want to watch us fuck our pussies with your daughter’s vibrators?” She paused, “You would?! You’re bad Jeff!”
They got down to business. Katie said into the camera, “Mr. Ayers had been trying to get me to suck his dick for months now. I’ve tried to be a good girl, but he’s just so persuasive, I’m finally giving in.” She took his dick in her mouth and his resistance quickly melted away. She was an amazing dick sucker, and soon all he could think about was how good her mouth felt. She knew what she was doing, whenever he got close to cumming, she would slow down. He couldn’t do anything but let it happen while Hollie filmed it. When Katie has had enough, she stands up and says, “Was that what you wanted Mr. Ayers?” in her most flirtatious voice. He couldn’t respond, but she said, “Good, I’m glad I could please you.”
April said, “I’m next, I’ve been waiting all year to fuck him, and now I finally get my chance.” She straddles him, and takes his dick and rubs in in her slit. He was on the verge of cumming after Katie’s blowjob, and April’s warm pussy felt amazing. He was beginning to lose himself in the feeling of fucking these tight young girls. April said to the camera, “Mr. Ayers, they said in sex ed to use a condom for safe sex, do you want to put one on?” She paused, as if waiting for a response, then said, “You don’t!? But I’m not on birth control, what if I get pregnant? You want me to get pregnant!? Mr. Ayers, you bad boy.”
Jeff couldn’t believe it, was this girl really going to make him fuck her without birth control? She had to be lying, it was just another way to torture him. She slid his dick to her pussy entrance, and let herself sink down, penetrating her tight warmth completely. She buried his cock inside her, and rode him like a pro. He was helpless to stop her, as her friends taunted him, filming the whole thing.
She didn’t tease him like Katie did, prolonging his pleasure without making him cum. She wanted one thing, and soon she got it. Jeff started shooting his cum into her, moaning in pleasure as the girls cheered. After he finished, April said, “Mr. Ayers, that was so good. Look girls!” She leaned back, pulling his dick out of her with a pop, and Katie zoomed the camera in on her pussy. His cum was leaking out of her, and she said, “Mr. Ayers, you came in me so much! I’m gonna get pregnant for sure!” They all laughed, and April said, “Alright girls, Mr. Ayers wants a turn with you two now. Get to work!”
The other two girls took turns riding his cock over the next 30 minutes until they each got a load of cum in their inviting pussies. They kept telling the camera that they weren’t on birth control, and that Jeff wanted to knock them up.
After that, they took turns fucking him some more, raiding his liquor cabinet while they did. They put on a show for the camera, talking about how Jeff had them over to his house and let them get drunk all the time. Soon they were drunk though, and they were fighting over who got to suck his dick, even though the camera had been forgotten. They settled on April and Katie sucking him while Hollie played with their pussies. The girls seemed as interested in each other as they were in him at this point.
After a while, they got a small bottle out of their bag and used the dropper to put a few drops in his mouth. Katie said, “Gotta keep you topped off, don’t want you ruining our fun! We’re going to keep this party going all weekend.” After that, he kept an eye on the VCR clock on the other side of the room to track how often they gave him the drug. It seemed to be about every 3 hours. He never felt it start to wear off either, so he started to get a good idea of what the dose should be. His hope was that the girls would pass out drunk and forget to dose him.
Around 3 am, after about 9 hours of the girls fucking him, they went off to the upstairs giggling. He kept hoping that they would forget to come down and dose him again, and soon his wish came true. About 8 am the drug started to wear off. He could move, but he was uncoordinated. They hadn’t bothered to restrain him, so he could get up. His heart was racing, worried that one of them would wake up before he got control, but they didn’t. By the time he could walk, he quickly went to their bag and got the bottle. He crept quietly down the hall, not knowing where they sleeping. He was still naked, but he didn’t care, he was focused on turning the tables on them.
TO BE CONTINUED

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I Met Her at a Christmas Party

I met her at a Christmas party.
My husband and I were attending his companies Christmas party. Arriving at the home of the CEO, you couldn’t help but notice the magnitude of the house. The landscaping was majestic in size
it was incredibly beautiful. Off from the driveway, you couldn’t help but notice the tennis courts, a putting green, hot tubs
swimming pools with fountains and waterfalls. When we first stepped into the home
the first thing that I thought of was, this is the reason you play the lottery. I had to admit, the home was very spacious and elegant.
My husband was a new employee and so, up to this point, we hadn’t done much socializing. Those that were in attendance; I didn’t know a soul. And so, my husband and I began to mingle. Whenever my husband would recognize someone, the introductions were made
in time, I was feeling very comfortable, and the food was simply fantastic!
The title of this story is: I met her at a Christmas party. My husband wasn’t present when the introduction was made. He had excused himself; he had to pee. And so, I recall standing with a glass of wine in my hand
aside from smiling at those that passed me, I was taking in the beauty of the room that I was standing in.
She approached me from behind. I felt a hand on my shoulder. Instinctively, I turned in her direction and I was greeted by a woman that I had never seen before. She was strikingly beautiful
she was wearing exquisitely tailored clothes; I guessed that she was a wife of an executive. I was in the midst of greeting her, introducing myself to her
when suddenly; she put her finger to my lips. I instantly became quiet.
I was immediately stricken by her commanding presence. My mind was searching for a name
had my husband introduced me to her? My mind though, was a blank. “Your husband wanted me to let you know
that for the rest of the weekend; I own you.”
Her voice had been crystal clear
not harsh or cold. She portrayed such confidence. “Where
where is my husband?” I asked.
In one quick moment, my mind began to travel in circles, confusion had settled in
my husband was loaning me out? I started to look in every direction, I felt his presence
it’s as if I could sense that he was watching me.
A few moments after our initial introduction, I came to the understanding that this woman was in upper management
if she had mentioned her name; I quickly forgot it. I remember her saying that she was married
I stood facing her, star-struck, my heart was beating a mile a minute
and I quickly came to the understanding that this woman was quite brilliant
very beautiful
brilliant, married and gorgeous.
“Steven has been planning this moment for you.” My eyes were blinking as she spoke
she knew my husband’s name. “You’re going to serve me in an unconditional way. If you choose to mis-behave, you will be severely punished.” Her long fingernails were painted red
she caressed the side of my face; her fingernails touched my lower lip. “Does Steven own you?”
I could only nod my head up and down. “You will speak to me in a polite and respectful way.” A moment went by and then she said, “I do not like having to repeat a question. Does Steven own you?”
Shaking the cobwebs from my brain, I heard myself say, “Yes Maam
he does.”
“Stay in my shadow for the remainder of the evening.” And with those words spoken, she moved towards the guests that were idly talking together.
I can recall those first few steps
it’s as if a ball and chain had been attached to my ankles. Again, my mind was traveling in circles. I was aware that I was following her
questioning the reasons as to why I was allowing myself to follow her. With every step taken, I was stealing glances, trying to locate my husband
to get some sort of clarification from him. What was her name? What did she mean by ownership? She had mentioned the department that she worked in, and yet; I forgot that bit of information. She spoke to the guests with such ease
as for myself, I remained behind her
it’s as if I became irrelevant; she didn’t introduce me to anyone. Too, no one asked who I was.
As the evening progressed, I remained close to her side
the brilliant factor of her personality was becoming visible. She spoke with such clarity
I sensed that she was very intelligent. At one point during the evening, she pulled me aside to a table filled with people. She knew them all
my heart was filled with such joy; she introduced me to everyone at the table.
Two men who were seated got up and asked if we would like to sit. “Thank you so much for allowing us to join you, we’ve been standing most of the evening,” this mysterious woman said graciously.
“Not at all,” an older grey-haired man responded.
And so, we began to engage ourselves in polite talk. I was trying to do so many things at once. Stealing glances around the room; I was still trying to locate my husband. It was difficult to carry on a conversation without knowing where he was. And of course, this mysterious woman that was seated next to me
the message that she had conveyed to me; I was confused, frustrated and yet, aroused. At one point
I was in mid-sentence talking to someone
this woman reached beneath the table; she gently had placed her hand on my thigh. If it wasn’t for the tablecloth
everyone seated around the table would have notice her bold move. My heart skipped a beat.
Her hand had felt like a jolt of electricity; I involuntarily drew in a brief gasp. Looking in her direction, her demeanor remained calm; she was very much in control. She continued to carry on a conversation with someone across the table. I quickly regained my composure and continued the conversation that I was having. Her hand
her fingernails
at her own leisure, she began to caress my thigh, to include my inner thigh. She was sending shivers up and down my spine.
Was it a subliminal message? It’s as if I knew, or became aware of; she was expecting me to re-position my chair, so her travels would be more convenient. As soon as I had re-positioned myself, her hand began to slowly travel up my thigh
descending towards my quickly dampening pussy. She was teasing me
I was desperately trying to focus on the conversation at hand, and still; I aware of her destination. At long last, the tip of her fingernails were touching, caressing the outer fabric of my panties. I became aware that my legs had parted
and I began to wonder, while I continued on with my conversation
when did I part my legs for her?
My pussy was wet
it became increasingly difficult to have a conversation with anyone. I was aware too, that my breathing had become erratic
I was losing my composure, and I felt as if I had to escape.
“Pardon me. I need to visit the ladies room.” I abruptly stood up from the table. I did so, with her hand up my skirt.
I wasn’t quite out of earshot, when I heard this woman say, “I have to use the ladies room too. Will you excuse me?”
I glanced back, some of the men at the table rose as we left. As she stepped away from the table her eyes locked onto my eyes. She was incredibly beautiful. As she approached me, her voice was stern, “Follow me.” She then walked past me
and like a lost puppy; I followed her.
And so, again I remained in her shadow. She acknowledged a few people as she led me from one room to the next
and I had to assume that she was leading me to the ladies room. We reached a staircase and together, we began the climb to the 2nd floor. Once in the hallway, away from everyone’s view
she grabbed my arm and pulled me close to her. A second later, she kissed me with utterly endearing and overwhelming passion. Her tongue felt soft and warm in my mouth
I had never kissed a woman in this way before. When her arms went around my waist
I felt my tongue entering her mouth; our tongues danced together. She pushed me up against the wall in the hallway
it’s as if she wanted to show me, to remind me
that she was in control.
It’s as if I had lost total control over myself
the logical part of my brain had ceased to operate; I had given myself to her. She then took my hand and she led me further down the hallway
we stepped into a beautiful master bedroom; she quickly led me into the master bathroom. Once the door was closed
she took me into her arms; our tongues began to dance together. Kissing her in such a passionate way
I wasn’t even sure what my sexuality was
I was just being sexual with her. Her hands were running over my body
and my hands began to roam across her body. She massaged my breasts and I felt my nipples harden. Her hands had ventured further south
she reached under my skirt and again, I felt those familiar fingernails against the fabric of my panties.
In one smooth motion, my skirt had been raised over my waist; she cupped my pussy with her hand. There was no denying the fact; my pussy was drenched. I wanted her to touch me
and when she whispered in my ear to lower my panties; I simply obeyed her. With her tongue in my mouth
though I struggled, I was able to lower my panties to my knees. A second later, she thrust a few fingers deep in my pussy; I fell against her.
My back was against the door, she used her body against mine for leverage. She began to steadily fuck my pussy with her fingers
her fingernails were both abrasive and sharp. I was stretching my panties
trying to spread my legs wider for her. As she looked into my eyes, I noticed her passion
and I sensed her power and influence. Removing her fingers from my pussy, she began to tease my clit
at that specific moment; I didn’t care where my husband was. She brought her hand to my lips
instinctively, I opened my mouth and when she placed her fingers against my tongue; I tasted my pussy juice. I lovingly cleaned her fingers
and when she withdrew her fingers from my mouth; she was smiling. No words had to be shared
no instructions had to be given.
Her hand returned to my pussy
her fingers easily found the entrance to my pussy. Once again, she found her rhythm
and again, I fell against her. The speed of this unexpected train of events
and now, I was hoping, wishing to feel the flood gates of my orgasm. I could hear my own moans, my gasps. I was trying so hard, to repress the moans and gasps that were inadvertently escaping from my lips
and then, as if she was aware of my moans; she closed her mouth over mine. My moans were now muted
and her fingers continued to work their magic; she orchestrated a rhythmic dance below my waist. I became aware that I was riding her hand
eager to have her fingers deeper inside me. My body was experiencing pleasure that had never been felt before.
In one quick motion
this woman dropped to her knees. In that quick moment, her lips began to suck my pussy; her tongue was flicking my clit. I couldn’t think straight. I couldn’t breathe
I was so focused on the blissful sensations being provided to me, from this perfect stranger. This woman was clearly talented in the art of licking a woman’s pussy. My head was against the door, I had managed to free a leg from my panties
it became too much, slowly I began to feel myself reaching my orgasm. As her tongue lapped up the juices from my pussy, as she slowly and lovingly sucked my clit
as her fingers continued to penetrate me
finally, the world burst with light. My juices flowed from my pussy and she remained on her knees
she was aware that I had reached my orgasm
she sucked my clit, perhaps wanting me to know how much she was relishing my taste. My body had settled down, my breathing was returning to its normal self.
She then stood up and kissed me. I could taste my pussy in her mouth. Somehow, that made the taste of her lips even more intoxicating. I once again lost myself in her mouth, as she pressed herself against me. As we kissed, I realized that she had lifted her dress above her waist
in a deliberate way, she removed her panties. When our lips parted, she brought her panties up to my face
I could sense that the crotch of her panties were wet; her scent was intoxicating. When she told me to sniff her panties
I didn’t argue, I brought my face closer to the fabric and inhaled.
“Lie down.” This woman wasn’t asking me. More to the point, she was ordering me to comply with her wishes.
“What?” I asked her. Not immediately complying with her wishes, her demands
she abruptly slapped the right side of my face. My reaction you ask? I stood with my back against the door in utter complete shock. My mouth fell open
my hand quickly covered that area of my face; the sting was paralyzing.
“I can be very gentle. I can also be very harsh.” Her voice was low and yet, not threatening. She had grabbed a fistful of my hair
and she was pulling it just enough, to get my attention. Her instructions had been crystal clear; I surely didn’t want her to slap my face again.
She released my hair; she stood a few steps away from me. “For the next two days, I own your ass. You will learn to be obedient. You will learn not question my authority. You will serve me in whatever capacity that I choose.”
And so, with my back pressed against the door
I felt my body slowly sliding downwards, towards the chilly tiled floor of the bathroom. Part of my brain was wondering if anyone on the other side of the bathroom door had heard my moans. The slap to my face
in my opinion had been loud and explosive. When my ass reached the floor
she moved and I positioned myself so that I was lying flat on my back. The severity of her voice intrigued me
my pussy remained wet, I was nervous and yet, I wasn’t afraid.
“Get on your hands and knees”, she demanded. From lying on my back
I quickly obeyed her. I wasn’t going to question her authority.
“Lift your skirt up over your waist. I want to see your lovely ass.”
Upon hearing her voice, I reacted. I lifted my skirt over my waist
my panties were still dangling around one of my legs. My ass and pussy were on display; I was exposed. I turned my head around when I heard her rummaging through the drawers of the bathroom. What she pulled out from one of the drawers
well, my eyes grew wide; my heart sank. She found a rectangular wooden paddle-type hair brush.
“You have questioned my authority.” Her voice was crystal clear
she was in total control of herself; her emotions. She was lightly tapping the wooden part of the hairbrush against the palm of her hand. “You will learn to listen
you will respond to my voice, to my instructions.” As she spoke, she moved herself to a position of comfort, of leisure; she stood by my side. She was staring at me, looking at me straight in my eyes. When her arm rose high in the air
I turned my face away from her.
I was becoming very concerned. She was going to strike my bare bottom with the hairbrush. No one but my husband had ever spanked me before. I was in the presence of this woman
whom I didn’t know, in a stranger’s master bathroom
and before the hairbrush had ever met my bottom; I felt my eyes begin to water. I didn’t want to bring any attention to myself
I didn’t want anyone downstairs to know that I was being spanked
I didn’t want anyone to hear me cry.
THWACK!
The strength of this woman
the force behind the impact; I fell forward. I wanted to scream
instead, I bit my lip. A shock wave of pain traveled through my entire body. The sound of the hairbrush making contact with my bottom had been loud. Seconds passed and then I felt her presence
her hand by my mouth. She held her panties in her hand
when they were close to my mouth, instinctively and without having to be told; I opened my mouth. My eyes continued to water
and when she stood back up; my teeth clenched onto her panties. I knew that my spanking was going to continue
and I couldn’t help but notice and enjoy the scent of her damp crotch.
The seconds went by, I felt myself shiver in anticipation. The bathroom became very quiet. I was trying to hear if anyone was on the other side of the bathroom door. I again looked over my shoulder
she was looking down at me. She stood tall, confident and appeared to be in total control. My heart skipped a beat, her arm was raised
I looked forward and closed my eyes.
THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!
I bit into this woman’s panties
my arms folded under me; my face was against the tiled bathroom floor. I was exposed and vulnerable
with each swat, I fought not to scream out. If this woman’s intent was to swat the center of my ass, catching both of my ass cheeks
well then, her aim was perfect. I did my best to regain my composure
I became aware of my erratic breathing; I wanted to cry. I wanted my husband to come to my rescue.
She began to lightly tap my ass cheeks with the hairbrush. I then felt the abrasiveness of the bristles
I clenched my ass cheeks; surely I didn’t want to be spanked on that end of the hairbrush. As if she sensed this, I heard her chuckle.
I began to squirm on the tiled floor; her fingernails were tracing the length of my ass crack. I could have stood up. I could have stood up and screamed
ran to safety. Instead, I remained in position and allowed her to touch me. Her fingernail eventually made its way into my ass crack
and in such a gentle approach; her finger came into contact with my anus. My pussy was wet, my whole body was shivering.
And then she asked me a specific question. “What’s the purpose of your asshole?”
I was trying to maintain my composure. I was aware of my heavy breathing. With the question she asked, I knew that she had spoken to my husband. My answer came with ease. “It’s to provide you with pleasure Maam.”
Again, I heard her chuckle. “When we arrive at my home
I’m going to redden your ass and thighs. I’ve been told that your state of mind is more effective, more pleasurable when you’ve been brought to tears.” I was looking over my shoulder while she spoke
while she continued to play with my anus; she smiled in my direction.
She continued to speak with such clarity. “Your mouth, cunt and asshole
I’ve been told that your holes do in fact, serve a purpose. We’ll test that theory.”
A few seconds went by; her finger remained in the crack of my ass; she continued to show me her smile. A few times she had pushed her hand further south, she came into contact with my wet pussy
I hear my moans, her fingers then returned to my anus. She was gentle massaging my darkened hole
teasing the entrance with the tip of her finger. She knew
as did I
that at any moment of her own choosing, she could have pushed her finger into my asshole. My body was responding to her touch
I began to rock my body, wishing that she would finger fuck me; I so badly wanted to feel my orgasm come to life.
“Get on your back.” Her voice was sharp. My selfish thoughts had been interrupted. A moment later, I was lying flat on my back. When she stood over my body, when she began to raise her dress above her waist
I knew what her intentions were. Her pussy and ass were simply beautiful to look at
from my angle, I could tell that she had lined up my face to her holes. She crouched herself in a downward motion so that my mouth was able to lock onto her sex.
I was so eager to taste and lick her pussy. Her salty sweet juices were truly enjoyed
it awakened my mouth. I heard her gasp when I found her button and began to run my tongue quickly back and forth. I had never been exposed to my bi-sexuality
but what was happening seemed to be so natural. I felt her bearing down on me
she was pressing herself into my mouth and she began to move her ass over my face. I simply lost myself in her pussy
it didn’t matter to me that my tongue was making contact with her anus; I wanted to please her. She bore down on me further
seemingly, she was grinding her pussy against my face
I felt her juices on my forehead, my chin
it became apparently clear to me from hearing her moans, her cries of ecstasy; she was close to her orgasm. When she suddenly cried out and her body buckled
I felt her orgasm covering my face.
Abruptly, she stood up
she faced the mirror and in a short period of time, she had totally regained her composure. She had reached for her panties
another quick moment, they were in place, covering and protecting her pussy. “Get yourself together. I will expect you downstairs in a few minutes. You are not allowed to wear your panties.” With those few words, she left me lying on the bathroom floor.
When I got up, I looked over my shoulder
my ass cheeks were normal, hardly any redness was seen. And yet, I remembered what she had said to me. She was going to spank my ass and thighs
she wanted to see my cry. I shivered
something told me that she was very capable in providing discipline to a submissive. My eyes had watered
not out of pain, it was more directed from an emotional release. I desperately was trying to get myself together; to make myself look presentable. My hair
my make-up, it was the best I was able to do
before I stepped out of the bathroom; I stuffed my panties in the bottom of the wastebasket.
I was relieved when I stepped into the hallway
no one was there. When I began to walk down the stairs to the first floor
I felt as if everyone who made eye contact with me, was aware that I had just been mauled by this secretive woman. I immediately began to scan the rooms for my husband. I also kept a watchful eye out for the woman. A server passed me and I quickly reached for a glass of wine. The alcohol was needed
my breath must have smelled like pussy juices
when anyone looked in my direction; I was self-conscious of my appearance. In truth, I had done a miraculously job with my hair and make-up.
Entering one room to the next, at long last, I saw the woman. I seemingly gave up
wondering where my husband was. When I returned to her shadow, she was engaged in a conversation with an older gentleman. She quickly faced me
she looked me up and down; she smiled. She didn’t have to ask me
she knew that I wasn’t wearing my panties. She then continued with her conversation. I was back to feeling irrelevant
no one seemed to care who I was.
At some point during the evening, she whispered in my ear that we would be leaving. She had said a number of goodbye’s to the people who were in attendance
wishing them a happy holiday. With the goodbyes and holiday greetings said
we were alone in her car; she was driving away from this magnificent home. Where were we going? Only she knew the answer to that question. I wanted to say something
anything, but I remained silent. I wanted her to say something
anything, but she remained silent. I felt as if I was being punished with silence.

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Riding With Sam (Cousin Ashley Gets Her Own Story 2)

Riding With Sam (Plus a bonus story following the main story) by rutger5
Sam was standing there with an uncertain look on her face as she waited for my answer. I was unsure what to do though since I was with my friends and I didn’t wish to blow them off, plus we hadn’t even decided if we were going to the party when Kayla surprised me by speaking.
“Hi I’m Kayla and you don’t know me but I’m a friend of Ashley’s and I remember you from school. Any chance you can give me a ride? That bike is so hawt.”
Kayla stuck her hand out after she breathlessly blurted out her request. Sam shook her hand with a bemused expression on her face and gave me a sidelong glance to which I just shook my head to keep from laughing.
“Sure why not, I’ll give you a ride” Sam said before turning my way “how about you Ash, are you next?”
Without even realizing it I nodded yes which made Sam flash a big smile. She then turned and walked to her bike and pulled her spare helmet from the back and handed it to Kayla who had already climbed on the back and was waiting expectantly. Sam climbed on but before starting the bike she turned back to Kayla. It seemed to me that she subtly flexed her bicep as she adjusted the rear view mirror, her black sleeveless t-shirt showing her arms to their best effect.
“So have you ever ridden before?” she asked her.
“Yeah both my brother and cousin have bikes so I’ve been on motorcycles before, but never a brand new one. This bike is so cool” she said before putting the helmet on.
Carly and I shook our heads from her answer because it was so Kayla that the fact that the bike was new impressed her so much, but she was a label whore and trendsetter wannabe. Right before she put on her helmet Sam winked at me and mouthed “Be right back.”
Then she turned on the engine and throttled it before taking off with Kayla holding her waist tightly. There was part of me that felt a twinge of jealousy as they paused at the entrance to the parking lot before Sam gunned the engine and turned onto the street and drove away. It was me she had asked and I thought she liked me and I found her attractive, even though she was butcher than any girl I’d ever been with.
“So what’s the deal Ash, with this Sam girl I mean?”
“I don’t know about any deal Carly, I cheered at some of her games last school year before she graduated and I ran into her at the mall today when I was looking for a job. She recommended me to the manager and you heard I probably got the job. That’s all there is to it” I answered truthfully except for the last part.
My friends had no knowledge that I’d occasionally had sex with girls. It was something I’d kept to myself figuring people might not understand that sometimes I liked to eat pussy or have the favor returned by a girl. It didn’t change me any or who I was but Sam was different and uncharted territory to me. All my female lovers had been other girly girls like me who liked guys as well. Somehow I couldn’t see Sam with a guy, she was obviously lesbian all the way. And for some reason that turned me on, plus the fact that she was good looking certainly helped. Sam wasn’t beautiful but she had striking features and a really nice smile and a very athletic body with tattooed, chiseled arms.
“Is that all? I swear you were giving each other the eye earlier” Carly replied with a knowing stare.
“Well I can’t help it if she noticed how hot I am.”
Carly didn’t seem convinced of my innocence in the matter though and she shook her head slowly as she considered what to say.
“Listen I know I called her a lezzy earlier but I’m not against them any. Its just that the look you gave her was more than casual and to be honest Ash there have been times that I swore you were checking out girls in the locker room. I know you like guys but I’ve been your friend since 6th grade and sometimes I notice things. I never said anything about it because we all look at the competition some but I always suspected there was more to it than that.”
“Oh my God” I blurted out “does everyone think that about me?”
I’d always been so careful about eyeing other girls and now I realized I wasn’t as slick as I thought. Had I been labeled a secret lesbian? That thought gave me pause and I was worried until Carly laughed.
“So it is true then. Don’t worry Ashley your secret is safe with me. I doubt anyone noticed, its just we’re friends so I’m more tuned in to you then most. Plus we’ve had gym class together the last few years. It wasn’t like you were sitting there drooling or anything. It just seemed strange that you would be so discreet instead of just looking openly, like you didn’t want to be noticed. If it was innocent you wouldn’t care, you know.”
“You don’t hold it against me, do you Carly? I do like guys but I think girls are cute in a different way. I never told people because I didn’t want to be different or be judged.”
“You are my friend and I’m not so shallow you know.”
“Thanks Carly, you are great” I told her before hugging her. “The thing is Sam isn’t like the girls I’m usually attracted to and she is pretty open about liking girls it seems so I doubt anything will happen between us. Don’t want to blow my cover you know.”
“You do what you want Ash, but if you’re attracted to her and like her then why hide it? You never know until you give it a try.”
What Carly said made a lot of sense to me. There was no reason to not see if anything developed between us. Maybe Sam wasn’t actually interested in me, she just might have been admiring my body the way a guy would but thought I was too young or something. She was starting college in the fall while I was just sixteen.
“You might be right Carly but I’m probably just a kid to her. Still I’ll go for a ride and this way I can see if she is interested. But what about you and Kayla? I don’t want to abandon you guys.”
“Don’t worry about us, we’ll head to that party and you can meet us there if you want. Besides with older guys there Kayla will be in her element anyway. And don’t worry about your “secret”. I won’t say a word to anyone including Kayla, but I have to ask Ash. I’m your friend and I’m curious, have you ever checked me out when I was naked around you or thought about me in that way?”
Luckily for me Sam pulled into the parking lot with Kayla at that moment, sparing me from answering her loaded questions at least for now. The motorcycle pulled up and stopped next to us. Kayla carefully climbed off and removed the helmet before handing it to me. Sam also removed her helmet and stared at me expectantly. Looking at my outfit Kayla shook her head.
“I don’t know about riding dressed like that Ash, be careful. By the way what’s the plan?”
“We’re going to the party and Ashley is going for a ride and we can meet up later” Carly said as she took Kayla by the arm.
“Okay bye, see you Ash and thanks for the ride” Kayla said directing the last part to Sam as they headed off talking to each other a mile a minute.
As Sam stood waiting I studied my outfit. I was wearing a light blue tank top with a lacy border and black flats but it was my black skirt I was worried about. It was kind of short and I was afraid it might ride up too high revealing the thong I was wearing beneath but what could I do. Placing the helmet on my head I strapped it on. Unlike Sam’s helmet which had a dark visor the one I was wearing left my face uncovered. Gingerly I lifted my leg as I straddled the bike and once I did I sat and lifted my feet and placed them on the footrests.
“Ashley have you ever been on a motorcycle before?” Sam asked.
“No I haven’t so take it nice and easy to start with and please don’t let me fall off.”
“No problem, you just hold on tight especially on the turns” Sam said as she turned the ignition and the engine roared to life.
Immediately I felt the vibrations from the engine and when Sam revved it a few times it was like the 649 cc’s went straight to my pussy and jump started it. Then she hit the throttle and we were off. She hooked a quick right and we cruised down the street. The feel of the wind against my face was awesome although at first my tummy was filled with butterflies but as she drove I really got into it, especially the feeling between my legs. When we stopped at a red-light I tapped Sam in her side and when she turned I yelled over the sound of the engine.
“If you want to you can go faster.”
Her head nodded in response and she again revved the engine as we waited and as soon as the light turned green the bike took off like a bat out of hell. We easily passed a couple of cars in the left lane as Sam gave it some gas while at the same time coming close to giving me an orgasm. My hands gripped her tightly as we flew around a curve in the street and the bike leaned sideways. As the feeling grew between my legs I buried my face against Sam’s back and held on for dear life. The throbbing machine between my legs felt to me like a giant vibrator. My climax was rapidly approaching when at the next intersection we came to a stop sign.
When Sam stopped she put one of her leather glove clad hands over mine and revved the engine again. As I trembled from the sensation she squeezed my hand firmly. This time it was more than I could take as I felt my juices leak from my climaxing pussy into my drenched panties. The orgasm made me gasp for breath as the bike then drove on but at a low speed as it approached a commercial strip.
At the next parking lot Sam pulled in and came to a stop whereupon she removed her helmet and climbed from the bike. My body was reluctant to move due to my leg muscles still shaking gently as well as that I figured there would be a noticeable wet spot on the seat from when I had cum. Sam met my gaze with her chocolate brown eyes until I glanced down feeling embarrassed as if she could see my thoughts.
“You alright Ashley?” she asked with sincerity in her firm voice.
I just nodded as I didn’t trust my voice right now, I had the feeling she would be able to hear the lust I was feeling reflected in it.
“So if you want me to drop you at some party just let me know, okay, as I don’t know the address.”
I paused for a few seconds before answering as I gathered my thoughts and gained a greater measure of control over my highly aroused body.
“Well I do want to meet up with my friends again and they are going to the party. But you don’t have to just drop me off” I said pausing while I looked straight at Sam. I took a deep breath before continuing as I intended to put it all on the line with her.
“I’d like it if you hung out with me as well, if you want to I mean” I concluded as I hung my head afraid to continue looking at her in case she was about to shoot me down.
She didn’t say a word at first and I was afraid that she was trying to come up with the words to blow me off nicely. Probably along the lines of ‘Well you’re a nice kid, but I go with college women now’ or something to that effect when I felt her hand touch my cheek. Startled by this I brought my head up and when I did Sam’s lips met mine with a kiss.
Her lips were warm and soft and the kiss started gentle but when my hands went around her neck it became harder and fiercer and I felt her hand press against my ribs. Sam’s tongue slipped between my parted lips and when my tongue met it I realized that her tongue was pierced with a tongue ball. As we kissed I felt my already heated loins become even gooier from her touch as her strong hand traced its way toward my butt. Suddenly from a passing car a voice called out “Get a room” followed by the sound of laughter. We broke the kiss and I felt the blood rush to my face from my feeling of embarrassment. Sam smiled at me as her hand reluctantly moved off me. She put her helmet on but with the visor up for now.
“So what is the address where we are going” she plainly asked as she looked down at me. I quietly told her at which point she mounted up again and we were off. Again I wrapped my arms around her waist and pressed my face sideways to her muscled torso. The ride felt like heaven to me with the combination of the vibrations coupled with the closeness of her body to mine. The ride ended far too soon for me as we arrived at the house where the party was. It was hopping with some people milling about in the driveway and on the front porch and you could hear the music filtering out from inside.
Sam worked her bike up the driveway and put down the kickstand before helping me off. Her eye definitely noticed the darker patch where my excited little pussy had seeped onto the black leather seat. After removing the helmet I gave it to Sam who put it along with hers on the handlebars. We then proceeded up the porch stairs and into the house. A techno beat filled the room as we entered and there were a few people dancing though most were just standing or sitting.
The crowd was college age and up with most being early twenties it seemed to me. I was looking around for my friends when someone from my left called out to me. It was Ryan and he was passing through the living room holding a case of beer. He paused and turned toward me.
“Hey Ash glad you could make it” he said “do either of you want a beer?”
Sam shook her head no and replied “None for me now as I’m driving, what about you Ashley?”
I declined as well as I really don’t like the taste of beer too much but I asked Ryan if he had seen my friends here.
“To tell the truth I haven’t and even though it’s possible I missed them I don’t think so. Well see you later.”
“What could have happened to them?” I mused aloud as they should have easily beaten us here.
“We can look around for them if you want. I’ll check upstairs and you look around here” Sam told me.
“Okay” I answered her. If they weren’t coming then there was no reason for us to stay. I didn’t want to ditch them but right now I really wanted to spend some alone time with Sam. First I passed through the dining room before checking the kitchen and they weren’t there. Since people were in the back yard I headed out there when I almost collided with someone.
“Sorry” I said as I stepped back when I realized that it was Paul the piercer who had almost walked into me. Quickly I attempted to turn around and return to the house when he grabbed me by my arm and yanked me close to him. His eyes were glassy and I could smell the alcohol on his breath.
“Well look who I’ve found here” he said to a couple of guys nearby “this is the little slut I was telling you about, the one who I fucked earlier today.”
He leered at me and his eyes roamed all over my curvaceous figure as I attempted to pull my arm from his grasp but Paul was having none of that. His fingers dug deep into my flesh as he tightened his hold on me.
“Let go of me” I hissed “I thought neither one of us wanted anything to do with the other after before.”
He pushed me into his friends who both grabbed at me, one holding me by my shoulders while the other squeezed my butt cheek. Paul moved right next to me cutting off any opening I had to escape from them and his hand pawed at my full bosom.
“Maybe I made a mistake before in letting you leave slut” he slurred “but now you can service me and my friends.”
“In your fucking dreams” I yelled as I slapped the pig right in the face. His friends let go of me as they realized this wasn’t going to turn out like a porno movie but his face turned red with anger.
“You stupid bitch who do you think you are?” he bellowed at me, a vein throbbing on his forehead. He was so incensed that I wondered if he was going to hit me when like a streak Sam was there and she shoved Paul back a few steps. Ignoring him she turned to me.
“Are you all right Ash?” was all she said. When I nodded yes to her she just said “Let’s get out of here.”
“So this slut belongs to you dyke” Paul spat out “well don’t forget to ask her why I fucked her today because I bet she spreads her legs for anyone who asks even a freak like you.”
The muscles on Sam’s arms tensed as she clenched her fists but she maintained her control and didn’t allow him to bait her into action.
“Whatever, you aren’t worth the trouble” she said before turning toward the driveway as she reached for my hand when I noticed Paul lunge forward.
“Look out” I managed to cry out in warning.
She managed to push me behind her as Paul swung wildly. Sam managed to raise her arm but she wasn’t quick enough to totally block the blow as it grazed her face above her eye. He swung again but this time she sidestepped him while throwing her forearm out like she was back on the athletic field. As her arm connected with Paul I heard a sickening crunch as her elbow smashed into his nose. With a moan he sank down to the grass as the blood flowed from his nose.
Things seemed like a bad dream to me now as if in slow motion one of Paul’s friends approached Sam unaware from behind. Without thinking I launched myself at his legs tripping him up while also knocking the wind out of myself. Paul was wailing in pain and I could hear a bunch of people flooding the yard.
“That bitch broke my fucking nose” I heard Paul yell as hands pulled me to my feet. There was a bunch of guys, including Ryan thankfully, who were separating everybody from each other. Sam had a trickle of blood from a cut above her eye as she stood defiantly, ready for more trouble.
“What’s going on Ashley?” Ryan asked me with a concerned look.
“This jerk started it by messing with me and then throwing the first punch” I said vehemently before softening a little “though I’m sorry if his nose is broken but it’s his own damn fault.”
I pulled free from everyone and just walked away from the crowd and down the driveway as my eyes filled with tears. In front of a crowd I had been called a slut, truthfully I knew, while also getting Sam hit by Paul and vice versa. It was all my fault and I doubted I’d be able to show my face in public and worse than that I must have blown it for sure with Sam. She’d heard what a slut I was and it gave her a chance to cut her losses and forget about me.
My vision was cloudy from the bitter tears that ran down my face as I stumbled down the tree lined street with no idea of what direction I was heading in. Suddenly I felt a hand touch my shoulder at which point I whirled and saw Sam standing there with concern and worry written plainly on her face.
“Ashley didn’t you hear me, I’ve been calling you” she asked softly.
“Didn’t you hear him?” I told her. “Forget about me while you have the chance. I’m not worth your time or anyone’s for that matter. I’m sorry you were hurt standing up for me but I’m no good, just a stupid slut who causes trouble for others.”
After saying that I wished I could just disappear especially as it seemed like my words caused pain in Sam’s face but she didn’t let go of me. Her finger pressed against my lips as she made a shh sound. When I started to open my mouth to speak she kept me quiet by again pressing her lips to mine. When she broke the kiss she wiped my tears from my face with her finger.
“Wait here Ash, I’m just going to get my bike. DON’T LEAVE.” After saying this she turned and jogged back in the direction of the house. Realizing I couldn’t outrun her even if I wanted to I took out my cell and texted Carly instead.
[Don’t know what happened to you guys but don’t go to party no matter what you do now. Will explain later but just let me know that you are alright when you get message.]
Sam pulled up just as I was finishing the message and she handed me the helmet which I put on. Without saying a word I climbed behind her and the bike leaped to life and roared down the street. We traveled until we reached downtown and Main Street where the buildings had store or office fronts on the ground floor with apartments above but I didn’t pay attention until Sam pulled into an alleyway between two buildings where she parked. After we got off the bike and removed our helmets I asked her some questions.
“Where are we and why? And what are your plans for me?” The last question I asked with some trepidation.
“Well you can see we’re parked in an alley and the reason for that is that a friend of mine has an apartment in this building that I can use. I was hoping you would hang with me and we can talk there or kiss or do whatever you like.”
I looked into her eyes and she seemed sincere but I also saw that she was leaning more toward whatever than talking. Maybe since she now knew I was a slut she’d decided to tap me as well but that’s what I wanted anyway. Looking down at myself I realized that my legs and skirt had mud and grass stains from where I’d lain on the ground from tackling the guy back in the yard. Frantically I started brushing the dirt off me as if that could erase what had happened when Sam just took me in her arms and hugged me tight.
Her hard body felt so comforting to me and I sank into her and pressed my face into her chest while she stroked my hair soothingly. My mind relived all I had been through that day especially what happened at the party and I began to cry, softly at first but soon my body was wracked with sobs. Sam just held me and murmured encouragement until I recovered my composure somewhat when I was startled by a buzz from my cell phone. It was Carly returning my text.
[We r good, will talk later, ok]
[Ok talk soon, cover with my mom Ash]
“Is everything alright Ashley?”
Wiping away my tears I attempted a smile before speaking. “Yes it is Sam and thank you for everything, I really mean it. I owe you big time for standing by me with all this shit I’ve caused for you so far.”
“A lot of it isn’t really your fault Ashley and besides it wasn’t that big a deal.”
“ It’s a big deal and it means a lot to me Sam and instead of standing out here talking let me thank you properly once we’re inside and you can experience how grateful this little slut can be.”
“Ash, why do you call yourself a slut like that, you shouldn’t let others label you.”
“You are wrong there Sam, its true I’ve been called a slut but it is accurate. My Mom is a slut and I take after her, I’m afraid. For the most part I enjoy it but not all the time because I do have feelings and sometimes I’m treated like dirt. I don’t think you would do that to me Sam, would you?”
She shook her head no and took me by the hand and led me to a door in the alley wall. Sam produced a key from the pocket of her striped track pants and unlocked the door so we could enter. We stood at the bottom of a narrow staircase and at the top of the landing there was an overhead light that faintly illuminated the interior. Sam pushed me against the wall and crushed me with her body as her lips hungrily met mine. Her large hands squeezed my ass cheeks and pushed them into her as she ground her hips against me.
What I obviously felt there I shouldn’t have. Sam was a girl, if a butch one, but it felt like a male bulge pressing into my mound and rubbing up and down as she rotated her hips. Her tongue was again exploring my welcoming mouth in every nook and cranny as she kneaded my bare gluteus muscles.
“Come on Ash before I take you right here by the stairs. I want you so bad that I can’t wait.”
Sam took me by the hand and almost dragged me up the stairs in her haste. When we reached the landing she unlocked the door and led me into a living room dimly lit by a couple of table lamps that sat on the floor. There was what looked like a used sofa and coffee table haphazardly placed to the side as well as a nice looking recliner facing a flat screen TV on the wall. A hallway was opposite the entrance and the kitchen was off to the right hand side.
“Wait here, I’ll be right back” she said and after a quick kiss she headed down the hallway.
I wandered over to an open window and saw it looked out over the alley. As I looked out Sam returned and beckoned me forward and I ran to her. She guided me thru the door on the left side of the hall and closed it behind us. We were in a small rectangular room lit by a bare bulb in a ceiling fixture. The only furniture was a bed that took up the majority of the room and a dresser with a TV and a DVD player on it. The bed looked to be full sized and actually had a brass tubing headboard with the mattress only having a bottom sheet and one pillow on it. There were no windows in the room.
There was only a moment to take the room in before Sam wrapped her arms around me and lifted me bodily into an embrace. My feet dangled in the air as she nibbled on my neck driving me crazy. Somehow one of her hands unzipped my skirt and pulled it past my round ass as her other arm held me suspended in midair against her. Sam moved forward a step then dropped me gently on my back onto the bed. Grinning lustily she straddled my body as she got on the bed.
Her pelvis rubbed against mine as we started kissing again and her hands pulled my shirt up from the hem and managed to work it past my full, round breasts. She then broke the kiss so she could remove my top and was rewarded by seeing that my bra unclasped in the front. With a triumphant cry Sam unfastened it freeing my breasts. Immediately each of her hands seized my flesh, closing her fingers on the tender mounds.
She leaned in and flicked my nipple with her wet tongue sending a charge to straight between my legs and she then turned her head so that she could flick the other as well. Back and forth she alternated between my nipples until suddenly she clamped her mouth over my left breast taking as much into her mouth as could fit. A lot didn’t make it in her mouth as I am quite buxom but it still felt awesome to me as she sucked on my breast. Meanwhile her left hand was tweaking the now hard nipple of my right breast and Sam also managed to move her knee between my thighs and press it up against the wet spot on my thong.
My juices were flowing like crazy as my breathing became more rapid in response to Sam’s efforts. Her mouth then switched to my right breast and nipple as her knee continued rubbing my excited pussy through the thin material of the thong. I tried to push her head down to where I really wanted it to be but Sam easily resisted my feeble attempt at taking control and instead she removed her mouth from me and rolled me onto my stomach. She again positioned her knee against my mound and then she started to kiss my back and shoulders while her hand reached down and it ran along the soft skin of my thigh.
“What are you doing to me Sam? You are so driving me crazy, I don’t know how long I can take this.”
“Well you’ll have to deal with it Ash because I plan on teasing you some more until you’re about to explode.”
“That’s not fair and I won’t cooperate any more” I answered her at which point I started to struggle.
Catching her off guard I managed to roll somewhat to my side which caused Sam to lose her balance a little and fall sideways to the bed. I had no time to savor this triumph however as Sam swiftly moved to a kneeling position and pulled me so I was flat on my back before she straddled my upper body and pinned my shoulders with her knees. She then pulled her shirt over her head revealing her torso and the fact that she didn’t wear a bra.
Honestly she didn’t need one as her breasts were small, just two bumps of flesh with small reddish nipples and areolas. Her chest muscles were actually more impressive in size than her breasts and unsurprisingly for an athlete Sam had a well developed six pack. Her hand reached back and slipped my thong to the side so it could make contact with the wet pink flesh of my pussy. I had been struggling impotently against her mass but as soon as she touched my bare flesh there I surrendered totally to her.
My body lay motionless as her fingers slid along the opening to my pinkness and when a questing digit slipped inside I cried out before biting my lip. Her thumb grazing my clit was enough to send my body into a paroxysm of pleasure. My body writhed from the delirious ecstasy that Sam had delivered to my core. When I opened my eyes a minute later I realized she was now standing next to the bed and frantically removing her track pants and the male boxers she had underneath.
Jutting between her legs was an imitation membrum vitale or in other terms an artificial phallus or dildo. It protruded from a leather harness that she wore low across her hips, lower than I had ever seen in the porn I’d watched on the internet. I also noticed it was covered by a condom which Sam was now unrolling from it and removing. The dildo seemed of a decent size around seven inches long I guess but there wasn’t much time to observe it as once the condom was off Sam had climbed back on the bed positioning herself again between my eager thighs.
She managed to grab both my hands and bring them over my head where she held my small hands secure with one of her larger ones. Her other hand guided her “cock” to my pink opening and rubbed the head back and forth against my wet folds until I wanted to scream. Sam did this until I literally begged for relief.
“Come on you wonderful bitch, stop tormenting me and fuck me. Put it in me and pound me til I can’t move.”
My plea had the desired effect as Sam pushed it deep inside me in one thrust forcing a moan of pleasure from my lips. Slowly it sank deeper as I opened up to the welcome intrusion. When she reached bottom Sam started to kiss me hard and she also drew back her hips before plunging forward harder. As she pounded me I actually bit her bottom lip from desire until she managed to pull her mouth back. A drop of blood fell from it which I managed to eagerly catch on my tongue and swallow.
“Crazy vampire bitch” Sam said to me.
“Only for you, you’re making me so crazy I‘ll drink your blood” I answered her truthfully.
As Sam’s fit body increased the rhythm of her fucking my tanned legs wrapped around her waist with the heels of my feet resting on her firm ass. It raised and lowered as it repeatedly sank into my soft and welcoming body, the rubber phallus penetrating to the pink, wet depths of my being. Sam had her eyes closed as she worked it in and out of me and her face reflected the pleasure she was experiencing but I wanted more.
I began to try and pull my hands free even though I knew my pitiful arm strength was no match for the power in the athletic body above me. In fact I didn’t even try as hard as I could just in case somehow I succeeded in freeing my hands. For the first time in my life I was being dominated and I was loving it. My struggles had the desired effect of causing Sam’s eyes to open so I could again stare into their beautiful depths as she asserted her control over me.
Her grip tightened on my hands and her other hand managed to reach and twist my nipple hard but not painfully. Her brown eyes gazed into mine and I felt myself melt inside as she continued riding me hard. There was lust and need in them and something more but what that was scared me if I read it right. But I could worry about that later as I saw the pleasure growing in her expression. Sam was getting close I could tell and I wished her to race to the finish line.
“Oh don’t stop baby keep going. You feel so good in me and I know you like it. Make me your bitch baby, your slutty little bitch. Oh pound me until you cum Sam. Yes that’s it, fuck me hard.”
My words seemed to spur her on further as her hips became a blur and her smooth skin was bathed in perspiration from her efforts. After a few more fast thrusts I felt her tremble and her body collapsed onto mine. Her hand released mine as she sank into me, her face next to mine. One of my hands moved to her head where it stroked her hair and the other ran along her back.
“Ashley that was so incredible. You really are great you know.”
“I know, I’m incredible and also modest – a rare combination.”
Sam kissed my nose and she also pulled out of me eliciting a groan of disapproval from me. Without her there I suddenly felt very empty. Sam grabbed the one pillow and worked it under my butt before bringing her face close to my pinkness.
“I’m sorry that I did that Ash, I mean not tasting you yet but I do plan on rectifying that now.”
She swiftly put her words into action as her agile tongue extended from her lips and ran from the bottom of my puffy lips up to my clit which she speared.
“Not that I’m trying to stop you Sam or anything but there’s no need to apologize. Somehow I brought you pleasure with what we did and I loved it too. My body is for however you want to use it. Lick it, fuck it, spank it, whatever you want.”
Sam stopped licking me and looked up and our eyes met again.
“Ashley I plan on doing everything to you and with you. You have the sexiest body I’ve ever seen packed on that petite frame of yours and you’re also so beautiful.”
My face blushed from her praise, even through my tan when she complimented me like that.
“Oh I’m just a girl, nothing special about me.”
“You can’t mean that and I can tell you that I think you’re very special. As far as my pleasure it pays to have the right harness for your body. The way I have it positioned every time I thrust between your golden thighs the base gives my clit a little jolt until I cum. It’s the best of both worlds that way as we both can cum from me doing you.”
“That is sooo cool” I told her but she had already resumed licking my swollen lower lips. Her tongue alternated tracing my lips with lapping at my gooey insides with an occasional flick on my clit until I wanted to climb the walls. My hands were gripping the sheet so hard that my knuckles turned white when Sam upped the ante by sliding two long fingers inside me and sucking my clit between her lips. My body went into a series of spasms as I came hard.
After I recovered sufficiently Sam rolled me on my side by the edge of the bed and positioned her body. First she put a foot on the floor and her other leg she bent with her knee on the mattress and pushed her “cock” to my wet opening. My bottom leg she pushed up towards my chest and she held my upper leg against her chest and as soon as our bodies were to her liking she drove deep into me again making me cry out with pleasure. Her free hand reached down and found my hard clit and she rubbed it gently in a circular motion as she continued sliding the full length of the dildo back and forth in me.
Her body was like a machine as she worked in and out with no sign of tiring or strain for a long time. I’d already had two more orgasms and she showed no indication of tiring or stopping as she continued her thrusting. While her one hand continued playing with me her other hand stroked my cheek before forcing two fingers in my mouth.
“Suck them Ashley” she commanded me to which I eagerly complied, running my tongue along them as I sucked.
Sam began fucking hard now, my body moving forward a little with each powerful thrust. I was so wet that I could hear a sloshing sound as she worked my pussy over and when she pulled her fingers from my mouth and squeezed my nipple I was catapulted to my strongest climax of the night. For a full minute I shook and trembled as my nerves went into a frenzy of unbridled pleasure.
While I recovered Sam had withdrawn and she actually unbuckled and removed the harness holding the dildo coated with my internal juices. For the first time I observed Sam’s pussy and it was sweet. She was completely shaven down there and her lips were reddish pink and slightly protruded from her pelvis. I received a closer look as she rolled me onto my back again and straddled my head.
“Ashley I rarely do this but with you I want to. I’m asking you to lick and suck on my clit until I cum. Don’t lick my lips, just my clit. Okay.”
My head nodded eagerly in answer to her request. I felt so honored by her request that she wanted me to service her and didn’t need to be asked twice. Tilting my head up I flicked my little, pink tongue across her clit making Sam jump. In a counterclockwise direction I began to lash her large, engorged clit with all the energy I had remaining at the end of this exhausting day and she must have already been close as within a minute her hands pulled my hair hard as she ground into my face. Not letting that slow me I continued to lick her until with a gasp she lifted her pussy out of my mouth’s reach.
“That was awesome Ashley, you have a very skilled tongue. Thank you for that.”
My face beamed with joy on hearing those words from Sam and my happiness was complete when she moved so she could kiss my hungry mouth. Sam lay on the bed and pulled me to her and I eagerly snuggled up to her with my head resting on her chest. Yawning loudly I closed my eyes and slipped into deep slumber and I dreamed of Sam that night.
When I woke the next morning I attempted to stretch when I realized Sam’s head was between my legs and she was lapping away at me. My legs parted wider allowing her total access to my charms. She was very talented and had figured what buttons to push so to speak and I welcomed the morning by calling out her name in ecstasy. As soon as I climaxed Sam got to her feet and I saw she was already dressed.
“Where are you going? Come back to bed and keep me company” I told her saucily.
“I can’t though I’d love to Ash. I’m going to be late for work already but at least I wanted to make my girl cum before I left.”
My face softened when I heard that she called me her girl as well as making herself late to pleasure me.
“Well then at least kiss me good bye” I answered.
“Love to” she said as she swooped in and our lips met. The taste of my juice was on her mouth as we kissed but far too quickly she broke the kiss and headed for the door.
“I’ll call you later Ash. Don’t lie about all day now.”
“No I need to pee and maybe sleep a little longer before I go home” I told her.
Putting on my tank top I slipped into the hall and went to the bathroom at the end and shut the door. After taking care of business I washed up and headed toward the room when the opposite door opened and I saw Sam’s friend for the first time. While Sam was very butch in her way her friend was the picture of a stereotypical bull dyke. She was very large and though she had muscle she had more fat. Her dark hair was in a buzz cut and she was wearing a wife beater and boxers. And her eyes were focused on me running up and down the length of my body making me wish I had put on my panties as my shirt only went down so far.
“Morning I’m Ashley, Sam’s friend” I said trying to be friendly as well as trying to avoid an awkward moment.
“Yeah I know” she answered as her eyes didn’t move from staring at my exposed pussy.
As I headed into the room I couldn’t resist turning to her and saying “You should take a picture, it lasts longer.”
Right after I closed the door I felt bad about what I’d said. Here I was in her apartment after she let Sam and I use it for our fun and I was a smartass. Hell if my Mom had some hot half naked guy at home and I saw him I’d probably ogle him. I resolved to apologize to her or make it up in another way but for now I just needed a little more sleep and then I’d get going for the day.
THE END But stay tuned for a bonus story that I like to call
Kayla and Carly Get Their Groove On (a free extra story brought to you for nada. Can’t beat that!)
Kayla and Carly headed out of the 7-11 parking lot with their mouths running a mile a minute.
“Oh my God Carly, that ride was so cool! When I’m old enough I’m going to get a motorcycle, you just watch! But can we go to my house before the party.”
“What’s the problem now Kayla? Your house is in the opposite direction of the party, I swear sometimes you’re impossible.”
“Well what happened was” Kayla said lowering her high pitched voice “as I’m riding on the bike I couldn’t help but getting real wet you know down there. That thing is like a giant sex toy.”
Carly couldn’t help laughing on hearing what her friend had said. Of course she’d heard stories of riding a motorcycle equaling foreplay for some women but Kayla had proven it was true.
“So you got a little wet, big deal. It’ll dry before you know it.”
Carly saw Kayla shake her head vehemently to that.
“Not a little wet. I tell you I’m soaked and I have a big wet spot on my jeans. My panties are a little flimsy and they didn’t absorb much. And the way she uses that bike I swear she was doing it deliberately. She was trying to make me cum and she sure got her wish. I came three times.”
“Wow you are easy ain’t you? A guy won’t need to take you out, just give you a ride and you’ll be jumping his bones” Carly said with a laugh.
“It’s not funny, I have to be careful. If a guy with a bike asks me out if I don’t really like him I’ll turn him down I think. If she had pulled into a motel I think she could have nailed me I’m so excited.”
“Kayla with a lesbian, wow stop the presses.”
“I know, I know but damn that ride was fun. So if you don’t want to go all the way to my house why don’t we stop at yours? It is on the way and at least I can wear a skirt of yours since your jeans won’t fit me. Plus maybe a pair of panties, please.”
“Fine anything to save time Kayla but I’m only giving you old clothes if you’re going to get them all wet and stuff.”
“Whatever, you can be such a baby sometimes.”
Carly suppressed a chuckle as she was only teasing her friend but she wondered what of hers would fit the taller girl. Kayla was tall and slim with really long legs and small round breasts that were high on her chest. Her long blonde hair and green eyes completed the pretty picture and none could deny how attractive Kayla looked but her body type was much different than her friends.
Carly was much shorter, even smaller than Ashley was and though her ass was round and full as befitting a girl whose mother was Hispanic she was tiny on top with her breasts barely more than large nipples and areolas. She had flashing black eyes and brown hair which she kept cut just above her slim shoulders.
Whereas Kayla was wearing her now wet designer jeans with an expensive black silky blouse Carly dressed more down to earth with a short denim skirt and a graphic tee depicting a kitten and she wore a pair of tennis shoes. Her style was so not Kayla’s but she felt confident she could find her something.
They had turned down Oak Street and were approaching the block Carly lived on when a voice called out to Carly. The girls turned and noticed that the house they were passing had its attached garage door open and a man stood there with his hand in the air as if was waving to them.
“Oh that’s Mr. Liebowitz my neighbor. Sometimes I babysit for his little boy. Let me just say hello to him real fast” Carly told her friend.
“Well who’s taking time now” the taller girl replied but she followed her friend toward the garage as she’d noticed the late model Lexus parked in the garage.
“Hi Mr. Liebowitz, how are you?” Carly said with a big smile.
“Very well I suppose Carly. And who is your friend?”
“My name is Kayla and I’m pleased to meet you” the girl said as she admired the car.
“Well nice to meet you” he said in reply as he shook the girl’s hand. Turning to Carly he asked “So what are you young ladies doing this fine summer night?”
“We’re going to a party but we just have to stop at my house first. How is little Jacob? I haven’t sat for him for awhile now. And how’s your wife as well?”
“Jacob and Leah are fine. Thank you for asking, you have always been such a polite girl. Unfortunately for me my family is visiting Leah’s parents in New York for two weeks leaving me here alone. I wanted to go but there has been so much work and my partner is away in Europe on vacation.”
“That’s too bad Mr. Liebowitz.” Turning to her friend Carly said “Mr. Liebowitz is partners in a law firm. His office is right on Main Street.”
“That’s nice” Kayla answered as she studied the man. She had never been attracted to a lawyer before but he wasn’t bad looking she thought to herself. He had dark slicked back hair and dark eyes and though his nose was a little prominent it wasn’t that large. Mr. Liebowitz was wearing dark pressed slacks and a white button down tailored shirt with no necktie. Instead the top two buttons were undone and there was a glint from a gold chain peeking through. He was also wearing tasseled black loafers with no socks and he seemed to be very tan.
“Oh I envy you young ladies, footloose and fancy free. Off from school and living it up every night.”
“I don’t know about living it up Mr. Liebowitz, but at least for a little while you are free so to speak.”
“Please call me Jon as we’re all equals here Carly. I am free as you say, but to what purpose. Can I make a confession to you if you don’t mind?”
“I guess so Mr. L, I mean Jon” Carly answered with a little trepidation over calling him by his first name.
“The reason I was in my garage was because I was wrestling with myself whether I should get in my car to go do something I might regret. It was when I saw you young ladies that I reconsidered what I was about to do.”
“Gee what were you going to do Jon?” Kayla asked as she jumped into the conversation. She was much more forward and outgoing than her shorter friend and never thought of the consequences before speaking.
Jon looked at both girls with an anguished expression and then shook his head slowly before replying.
“Here I was, a married man and a pillar of the community, and earlier tonight I had called an escort agency in the phone book and arranged a “date” for tonight. I was just trying to get my nerve up to go when I saw you.”
“An escort Mr. Liebowitz? I’m shocked” Carly said and her expression reflected that.
“I know, I know. The problem is I have a very strong libido and with my wife gone for five days already I’m climbing the walls. If I don’t get relief soon I’ll go crazy.”
“Its none of my business but couldn’t you, you know masturbate yourself for some relief” Carly said mortified that she found herself involved in this conversation in the first place.
“I wish it was that easy. Of course I have masturbated this week, in fact I have to masturbate even when my wife is around because my sex drive is much stronger than hers. But at the end of the day I have contact with a real live woman which is enough to keep me from going off the rails though I wish Leah was more 
 accommodating to my desires. But now I’m out of my mind with lust.”
While he delivered his impassioned speech Kayla found herself becoming excited again. She had earlier been greatly stimulated by the motorcycle ride but as satisfying as it was she hadn’t received the feeling of being filled by a man that she so loved. A crazy idea came to her and she acted before she had time to really think it through.
“Jon I hope you don’t mind me asking you this as we’ve just met, but what were you going to pay this escort? I’m just curious” she concluded trying to sound blasĂ© and disinterested.
His eyes met hers and she saw a knowing glint in their depths.
“Two hundred and fifty dollars” he stated plainly.
After saying this Jon removed his wallet and removed a number of crisp $50 bills and placed them on the hood of the car with a smirk on his face.
“Mr. Liebowitz, you surely can’t be serious
.” Carly began when she saw how Kayla was looking at the money before she turned her gaze to Mr. Liebowitz and moved her eyes to his groin after which she licked her lips at what she saw.
Carly couldn’t help herself as she followed Kayla’s lead and she gasped at what was revealed. There was a very prominent bulge located in his trousers which he reached down and squeezed. Before Carly could think of what to do he hit a button located on a remote control attached to his visor and the garage door slid down its rails as it closed.
“Would you girls like to come in the house with me?” he said with a leer as he palmed the stack of bills.
“I’d love to” Kayla answered with a lustful grin and Mr. Liebowitz took her by her elbow and guided her to the door that led inside the house.
Not knowing what else to do Carly trailed behind them as they first passed through a laundry room before entering a basement family room. There was a white couch flanked by two chairs and all faced a large home entertainment center on the far wall with a coffee table in front of the couch. He led Kayla to the couch and they sat down.
“Before proceeding I have to ask you this – you are how old precisely Kayla?”
“Sixteen and in Connecticut that’s how old we have to be to roll. Since you’re a lawyer I’m sure you knew that. Here’s my student I.D. just in case” Kayla said producing a laminated card and putting it on the table.
Mr. Liebowitz examined it and placed it on the table along with five fifties while holding onto the rest of his money. He turned a jaundiced eye to Carly who had remained further back and licked his lips obscenely.
“Carly if you’re interested in joining your friend you can make some good money as well.”
“I don’t know Mr. Liebowitz, I’m not that kind of girl really.”
Kayla got to her feet and approached her friend and talked to her in a low voice.
“If you don’t want to I understand totally, it’s just I’m so horny to begin with I figure that I’d end up sleeping with some guy from the party anyway. This way I can actually make money doing it and Jon is a mature man and no doubt he knows more than some young guy about pleasing a woman.”
“I understand but he’s married Kayla.”
“Yeah but he was going to call an escort anyway so saying no won’t really change anything except someone else getting the money.”
“That’s true but what if my family was to find out.”
“He’s married and has more to lose than us so you know he won’t say anything Carly. Maybe you can only blow him and not go all the way. At least don’t leave me alone in the room because I admit I’m a little nervous about this.”
“Okay I’ll at least stay here but I’m not promising any more.”
When Kayla turned back to Jon she saw he hadn’t been idle but had removed most of his clothes and was just wearing a black bikini brief and his loafers. His chest was hairy and tanned and he stood waiting as she approached. He took her hand and placed it on his bulging crotch at which point Kayla squeezed it making him groan.
“Carly is shy Jon but I’m not as you can see.” After saying that she pulled his briefs down freeing his thick erection. She gasped when she saw it because though it was of average length it was the thickest cock she’d ever seen. He smiled at her reaction and again looked toward Carly.
“Since you don’t wish to join us Carly you can go in the other room if you want or you can earn $100 dollars by sitting on the coffee table and watching us. No touching just watching – it would really turn me on.”
Since she was already going to wait for Kayla it made sense to earn the money by watching Carly rationalized to herself. She nodded her head at him and sat on the coffee table which placed her within two feet of them.
“Kayla why don’t you undress before you start by sucking my hard cock.”
“Okay” was all she said before pulling her shirt over her head and dropping it before unhooking and removing her brassiere as well. Jon gasped as she undid her jeans and worked them as well as her wet panties down her long legs. She had a very cute little ass and Kayla had only a few wisps of blond hair guarding her mound. Once she was nude she stood in front of Jon who was turned sideways in regard to Carly and the coffee table. Slowly she sank to her knees in front of the older man. He grasped his cock by the base and thrust it forward against Kayla’s lips. She saw that the large, bulbous head was red and shiny from the pre-cum that oozed from the hole. He had a pair of large heavy ball beneath it and Jon’s pubic region was shaved clean.
“Suck it” he demanded and Kayla opened her mouth and took the head in. Jon thrust forward almost making her gag as his tip reached the entrance to her throat and he placed a hand behind her head so it couldn’t move backwards. He began to thrust rapid fire into her wet mouth as fast as he could and her saliva seeped out as he face fucked Kayla hard. The whole time he did it he stared right into Carly’s big, black eyes.
Kayla gasped as she did her best to accommodate his prick and she even managed to work her tongue along his sensitive underside as he used her. Carly couldn’t take her eyes from the scene in front of her as her friend serviced the lawyer. After he held her head immobile and forced the full length in her mouth and waited twenty seconds Kayla gasped as she managed to pull off him. Smiling he got on the couch and stretched out on his back.
“Kayla I want you to sit on my face so that I can eat your tasty teen pussy.”
That was something that sounded good to her so she climbed to her feet and positioned herself over him with one knee on the couch by his head. His left hand reached out and pulled her hip down so her treat pressed to his lips. His honeyed tongue flicked and tasted her sopping lips as it greedily tasted her essence. As Carly watched his right hand began to slowly stroke his thickness as he continued his feast. It was obviously having an effect on Kayla who was writhing her hips lasciviously on his face as her fingers ran through his dark hair.
Unable to control herself as if she was somehow hypnotized Carly rose to her feet and undressed then moved to where she was standing by Jon’s groin. Bending down she parted her lips and took him as deep as she could handle. His hips arched up and his hand grabbed her by the hair and pulled her down at the same time. Carly’s eyes watered but she wouldn’t stop. She bobbed her head up and down swallowing then releasing his erection.
In spite of Carly’s attention to him he didn’t let up on the tongue lashing he was giving Kayla and presently she arched her back and cried out as his mouth brought her a taste of paradise. Feeling the pressure starting to build in his balls Jon reluctantly pulled Carly from him at which point she gasped for breath.
“Get up girls” he instructed them and when they both stood by the couch he gave them further instructions.
“I want you to both get on your knees and lean your bodies on the couch.”
When they complied Jon gasped at the sight of the two girls’ asses up in the air and the contrast of Kayla’s smaller paler ass in comparison to Carly’s larger rounder ass and how both the girls’ pretty pussies peeked from between their legs. He knelt down on the floor between them and smacked both their asses lightly before slipping a finger in each of their pussies.
“Before going any further let me ask you girls something. Are either of you on birth control?”
“I am” Kayla chirped in her high voice.
“I’m not” Carly truthfully admitted to him.
“Sorry kid” he said as he drove balls deep into Kayla’s pink pussy, sliding between her swollen lips until his heavy balls slapped against the teen‘s clit.
“Can’t take any chances with a pregnancy you know, wouldn’t be good for business or my marriage. Maybe some other time.”
Jon slowly started to slide in and out of Kayla’s treasure, being careful to stay in control. The fact was he had used every trick he knew to avoid cumming with the two girls already and if he hadn’t banged his secretary Sheila earlier in the day he never would have lasted as long as he had. He jammed a second finger into his sometime babysitter and finger fucked her roughly as he continued schtupping Kayla.
Even with his precautions he didn’t think he would last long and he knew if he had been inside Carly he’d have already lost it. Jon had always had a thing for her since she first babysat his son even when she had been only fifteen. On more than one occasion while he had thrust into his unresponsive wife he had imagined it was Carly instead and he always had unbelievable orgasms when he pictured her flashing eyes and juicy young ass.
His fingers smashed against Carly as they thrust in her and his thumb grazed her puckered brown hole making her shudder. He paused in his thrusting as an idea occurred to him which if he could pull off would satisfy two of his greatest fantasies at once. He slid out of Kayla and leaned down and put his mouth to Carly’s ear.
“I have an idea Carly, just listen to me and nod. I’ve wanted you since the first time I saw you and I want to fuck you so bad. If you let me do what I want you just have to name your price.”
While he said this he continued working his fingers in her wet tunnel but he pressed the tip of his thumb against her back entrance and forced it in. Carly gasped from the unexpected intrusion as he worked his digit deeper.
“Please let me fuck that sweet virgin ass of yours Carly. Money is no object to me. Will you let me?”
Carly nodded her head yes although she couldn’t explain why she agreed. Before this she never had any desire to let anyone go that route but she wanted him in her badly and that was the only way he could penetrate her tonight so she went with it.
“How much?” Jon asked, his voice hoarse with desire.
“Nothing extra Mr. L, I mean Jon” she whispered “since you can’t do it normally.”
The girl was naïve he realized but a deal is a deal. He would have gladly paid her a lot more to be the first to stretch out her ass but he loved a bargain. He helped Carly onto the couch on her back where she lifted her legs in the air before once again plunging into Kayla and working in her for a minute to coat his cock with her lubricating juices. He wet his fingers in his mouth and forced two fingers into Carly’s tight asshole making her grimace.
He worked them back and forth loosening her hole somewhat until he couldn’t wait any longer. Pulling out of Kayla he shifted slightly so his cock lined up with Carly. Removing his fingers Jon grabbed her cheeks and spread them as wide as he could as he pushed the head of his cock to her now slightly distended ring and pushed forward. She gasped in pain as his head forced its way into her tight back channel. He paused as Carly adjusted to the intrusion and brought one of his hands to her clit and began to stroke it gently.
As she reacted positively to his manipulation he slowly worked his thick member deeper. He would pause after working another inch or so into her hole while continuing to manually stimulate her. Carly was caught betwixt the pleasure and pain and somehow they merged into one as Jon forced his last couple of inches into her. Her mouth opened in a silent moan as he suddenly pulled almost all the way out before slamming all the way back in.
Jon realized he’d be lucky to last a minute so he moved his hand faster on her clit while now fucking her as hard as was able. When he saw her close her eyes he pinched her clit hard making Carly scream from the mixed pleasure and pain and buried himself all the way in her. Her body tensed from her orgasm and her ass squeezed his thickness hard. His cock swelled before releasing spurt after spurt of thick white cum into the depths of her bowels. Jon’s head sank to Carly’s chest and he sucked a nipple as his cock finished discharging into the object of his desire.
“Wow that was intense” Carly said recovering first.
Kayla had watched him sodomize her friend and had played with her own clit as he did with Carly’s and had climaxed along with the two of them.
“Well that wasn’t fair, because she’s not on the pill she gets rewarded with getting her butt fucked. I demand equal treatment” Kayla said with a wanton expression on her pretty face.
Jon managed to raise his head from the teen hottie’s chest as he looked at her friend with a surprised look.
“I think we should retire to the bedroom if we’re going to continue this girls” he replied.
“That’s a good idea” Carly said “just let me return a text to Ashley first and we can go.”
Jon smiled like the cat that ate the canary or more accurately the lawyer who ate and fucked teen girls.
THE END
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