Written by women

Fiction

Trafficked Love Ch. 20

— THIS STORY CONTAINS EXPLICIT CONTENT AND VULGAR LANGUAGE. It is fictional and does not depict real people or events. — Call girl, Angel, believes there’s nothing nothing more to life than what she is doing now. But when she falls in love with an undercover cop, and things get heated between her and her pimp, Angel searches for answers. Is this really all she is destined for? Could she escape if she wanted to? Would the outside world accept her if she left this lifestyle behind?

Fiction

The Antique Choker

Lola gets an antique jewellery set a choker and ring and finds out the one wearing the ring has absolute power of the one wearing the choker

Fiction

My unknown submissive side (cont)

I woke up with the light smell of cum on my face and quickly realizing what happened the night before. As I went into the shower, the urge to masturbate was incredible and it took all my willpower not to do it. I tried to think of something else, but I kept coming back to last night. Eventually I got out the shower and started getting dressed, where I unconsciously started looking for a pair of panties, when it hit me that I couldn’t wear any since he took them the night before.
I put on a dark blue skirt that was longer than I usually wear due to the no underwear situation. Then I put on a long sleeve shirt and a jacket which I buttoned up (something I also rarely do). The feeling of my bare breasts touching the shirts fabric was very unusual for me, not to mention the feeling of not having any panties as well. I finished off the outfit with full length stockings and heels which I usually wear to work. The stockings did little to ease my mind of the fact I had no panties.
I was already sufficiently wet by the time I got to work and had to go to the toilet to clean up my wetness. The rest of the day went much the same, with my mind wandering and getting myself wet and needing to clean up regularly. I was getting desperate to cum now, but something in my head kept me from doing it, knowing I would be going against his orders.
After a less than productive day, I eventually got home and changed into a skirt and shirt. I was getting used to the braless feeling, but every time I sat down, I would be reminded that I’m not wearing panties. Then around 6pm, he called me. He simply said, “I’m coming over in about half an hour, I want the door unlocked and you naked and kneeling at the door when I get there”. Then he hung up before I could get a word in.
So I waited about 25 minutes before I got undressed and went to the door. I unlocked it and looked through the window to see if anyone was outside. I didn’t see anyone and thought maybe I should just wait there until I see someone before I go to kneel. But the thought made me feel like I wasn’t doing as I was told, so I stepped back a few feet from the door and kneeled on the carpet. I was getting very wet again and kept having to wipe the wetness with my hand.
After what seemed like an eternity, but was in fact more like 15 minutes I heard someone coming up to the door. It swung open and in he walked with a lady around his arm. I was speechless as they walked past me, with him giving me a pat on the head as he did. I still had no idea what was happening, but was still incredibly turned on by it.
I heard them sit down on the couch and talk softly. I was still kneeling and wasn’t sure what to do. Thankfully after a few minutes, he called me over. As I was getting up, he quickly said “no, crawl”. I got back down to my knees and started crawling towards them. I looked up to see them both smiling and looked back down until I got to their feet.
I looked up at them again, waiting for him to tell me what to do next. After whispering something into her ear, he told me to lie down on my back and masturbate for them. As I was lying down and getting my hand onto my soaking pussy, he added that I have to ask for permission if I wanted to cum. I nodded and began rubbing my slit for them and after a short while, put two fingers into my warm, wet pussy. I kept fingering it and after a short while, I moaned to ask if I may cum. To my disappointment, he said no and to keep going. I had to slow down and ease up on the pressure I was fingering, but I kept going.
After another few minutes, I again moaned to ask if I may cum, to which he again said no, but this time also to stop and kneel again. I reluctantly did as he ordered and as I got up, I saw them making out and her stroking his hard cock. I was extremely jealous and wanted to say something, but thought better of it. I just kept watching as the kept kissing and whispering to each other while she carried on stroking his cock and he was rubbing her pussy inside her skirt.
Then he told me to take off her panties, which I did while he kept playing with her pussy. Next he told me to put them in my mouth, which I again did without question. I could taste her juices on the panties and I was sort of turned on at their scent. I kept watching them as she came down and undid his jeans and took out his cock. She proceeded to suck it while glancing at me every few seconds. I tried touching my pussy, but he simply shook his head as if to say I shouldn’t, which made me even more wet and by now the wetness was running down my legs at quite a rate.
After a while, I heard him groaning while she moaned. I realized that he had cum in her mouth at this point which once again got me jealous for some reason. He then told me to put on the thong that was in my mouth, so I stood up and took them out and slid them on. They were quite tight, but I didn’t say anything and kneeled again. Then he told me to close my eyes, open my mouth and tilt my head back. I did as he ordered and heard her stand up and come towards me. Next thing I knew she was spitting the cum into my mouth and as it was happening, I heard him say to keep it in my mouth. When she was done, I looked at them as they got dressed, still horny and confused.
Then she approached me again and put a business card in her thong which I was still wearing. She winked at me and they headed towards the door. Just before they left, I heard him say, “you are allowed to cum now, as many times as you want. But only as long as you keep my cum in your mouth. Once you swallow, you aren’t allowed to cum anymore”. With that he closed the door and I heard them drive off.
After a short while, the shock wore off and I got onto the couch. I took off the tight thong and looked at the card she left. On it was her name and phone number and on the back was written, “I could use a slave like you, call me if you’re interested in a Mistress”. A million thoughts once again raced through my head as I began to rub my clit, making sure to not swallow the cum, which was still salty and warm in my mouth. I came very quickly, but I was still horny, so I kept at it for the next half hour, cumming 5 times by the time I was spent and swallowed the now diluted cum. Now totally drained, I fell asleep on the couch as I was.
Comments appreciated and let me know if you want more

Read 35514 times |
Rated 92.5 % |
(240 votes)

Vote list (Close) :Jblack2005
: POSITIVEhrnylittlegirl2020
: POSITIVEuseherman
: POSITIVEMaster_of_1
: POSITIVE7tony2
: POSITIVETomox37
: POSITIVE

Please rate this text:   

Fiction

Sexual Healing – Part One

Note: This is going to be a multi-part story, assuming you readers want to read more of it…
Connie brought it up first.
“What’s this?” Jerry asked, as he closed the door to the steam-filled bathroom and stepped into the bedroom. “Starting without me?”
She looked up from the magazine and slowly brought her large, hazel eyes into focus on him. The color was already high in her smooth cheeks, and the flush had spread down her neck to her upper chest. Her small mouth was open, her lips parted. Her nipples poked up against the thin sheet.
She seemed to be realizing for the first time that she had one hand beneath the sheet, moving between her legs.
“Get over here, stud. My motor’s running and I need some gas!”
Jerry stood there and grinned at her as he finished drying his hair.
“‘My motor’s running and I need some gas’?” he said. “Are you reading Motor Trend or Penthouse?”
She leered pointedly at his crotch, where his dick was already half-hard. “Gimme that big gas hose!”
“Fillerup?”
She groaned. “I give up!”
He turned briefly and tossed the towel with the expertise of practice. It hung on the knob of the bathroom door. “Will I get a good tip?”
“Two of ’em.” She pulled the sheet of her chest, exposing her pert, firm breasts. “But I want a tip, too!”
He stood beside the bed, his prick still hardening and already impressive.
“Just the tip?”
Connie rolled lithely to her hand and knees, the sheet falling completely away from her tight body. She leaned forward and wrapped her lips around the tip of his prick and immediately began sucking and licking it. Sometimes it seemed like she could never get enough of her husband’s big cock — and sometimes it seemed there was too much of it for her to handle.
Jerry sighed deeply and caressed his wife’s dark hair as she drew more and more hardness into his dick. He looked down at her sleek back, her tiny waist, her hard little ass cheeks drawn so tightly by her position. She was moving her hips slowly from side to side, something that nine years of marriage had taught him to spot as a signal that she was exceptionally horny.
What the hell had she been reading?
He bent from the waist and picked up the magazine. Penthouse — the letters.
Her mouth pulled off his cock. “Hey, you want to read or play, bub?”
He knelt on the bed and rolled her onto her back as he dropped the magazine. He crawled over her and held his weight off her tiny frame with his arms and pressed his lips to hers. She grabbed him around the neck with her arms and around the waist with her legs and pulled him down to her. His cock was trapped against her flat tummy as their lips opened and their tongues dueled.
After a few minutes, he pulled away and began kissing his way down over her neck and shoulders. He licked her hard nipples and then lightly nipped one. She squirmed against him.
Abruptly, he reached back and grabbed the magazine. He handed it to her.
“I want you to read me the one that got you so turned on.”
“And what are you going to be doing?”
He began sucking one nipple while he ran one hand down to caress her side and her hips.
“I’ll think of something…”
“Oh!” she gasped when he resumed suckling at her small, hard breasts.
He stopped and looked up at her, brown eyes wide and graying hair tousled. “Well?”
She began to read aloud as he kissed her belly and moved still lower. Her breathing became ragged and her words occasionally garbled. By the time she finished reading the letter, he had her thighs over his broad shoulders, her little ass cupped in his hands and his face pressed hungrily into her crotch.
His tongue was all over her dripping cunt, but he wasn’t touching her clitoris — yet. Connie squirmed and hunched her hips, trying to get that final contact, but he was gripping her buttocks tightly in his strong hands and restricting her movements. She brought her hands up to her breasts and pinched her nipples, her moans getting louder and louder.
He could tell she was getting close to the Big One by thetwitching of her ass cheeks and the amount of juices running out of her. He shifted his fingers just enough so one was just pressing against her constricted anus and she immediately began grinding against it.
Then he took her swollen clit in a lip-grip and let the tip of his tongue just barely graze it.
“YESSSSS! AHHHHhhhh! Oh! Oh!”
Connie was a screamer.
She locked her thighs on his head and tried to somehow grind her cunt into his mouth while jabbing her trim butt down at the stiffened fingertip. She could feel her pussy spasming as she came and felt her asshole convulsing against the fingertip that was just beginning to penetrate.
The first, clenching explosion finally passed and her body went all sinuous and demanding. He continued lightly lapping her sensitized clit and worked more of the finger into her. She rolled her hips and groaned and came again, and then again, and again — and then she simply couldn’t wait any more.
Connie reached down with both hands and took his head in her hands. She pulled him up till she could look at his face, all happily coated with her abundant juices.
“I want you inside me! Please!”
He bent his head again to her cunt, slowly licking the juices of her labia and inner thighs as he withdrew the finger from her ass. When he surfaced again, he was grinning madly.
“Get up here,” she cooed and pulled her legs back. He reached up with both hands and pushed her legs ahead of him as he crawled over her. She looked down and saw that his cock was monstrously erect. At nine inches, and with a girth almost equal to her wrist, it was the biggest she’d ever had — too big sometimes. Connie was small all over and even after nine years, she still felt a brief shudder of apprehension.
But after nine years, she knew her loving husband would be careful — and she was desperate to feel him inside her.
He ran his hands down her upthrust legs to grasp her wrists. She knew immediately what he had in mind — exactly what she’d beenhoping.She grabbed her ankles and held her legs wide as Jerry knelt up and took his cock in his fingers. He shuffled forward a bit more, till his balls were brushing her cunt, and then let his cock smack down on her abdomen. She felt it throbbing there on her hot flesh, the purplish knob just barely short of her naval. He rubbed his balls lightly over her wet cunt, shifting from side to side so they would brush against her clit.
“Don’t make me wait too long,” Connie groaned miserably. “I need you inside me!”
He backed up until he could push the tip of his stiff prong between her legs, then wedged it against her slippery pussy lips.
“You’re so hard and hot!” she breathed, as if discovering this. She looked down between them, past his well-muscled chest and flat stomach to where the huge bar of flesh reached down to her upturned cunt. It looked as if they mutually shared his penis, a fleshy bond between dark curls of pubic hair.
His arms curled around her legs, pulled her calves onto hisshoulders. Again, his hands ran down over her legs. He gripped her hips as she reached toward her husband’s dick. She put one hand on his cock, to guide it more truly, and with the fingers of the other hand she spread her pussy lips as much as possible.
He began pushing into her.
“Unnnnnnnn….” The sound was forced from her mouth as she felt her cunt being wedged open by her husband hard, thick cock. The earlier orgasms had tightened her even more and her pussy was resisting.
He pushed half the glans into her and stopped. His hands moved her hips from side to side, stretching her small hole against his dick. When he pushed again, Connie threw her arms wide and hissed loudly as the knob finally popped into her vagina.
“Ooh — Yes!”
He tightened his grip on her hips and began pulling her onto his shaft. Connie moaned uncontrollably as she felt her cunt being opened deeper and deeper, as she felt his heat probing into her wet depths. She gasped when he touched bottom and he immediately began pulling her off his cock, till only the head was still in her.
“Jerry Jerry Jerry…” she murmured, filled with love for his tenderness and passion for his fucking. She felt herself loosening inside as, again, she experienced the proof of his understanding and knowledge of her needs and wants. More quickly, but just as gently, he pulled her onto his wide prick. She squirmed with pleasure as it probed her, pressing her to her limits and then a little more.
Connie brought her arms up and reached for him. She worked her hands between her calves and his neck and pulled him toward her. He shifted over her, his arms hooked under her shoulders and his weight resting on his elbows behind her back.
“I love you so much,” she whispered as his lips came down to meet hers and he slowly sank the full length of his cock into her.
Connie screamed with pleasure into his mouth. Her legs were bent back to her shoulders and her pelvis was arched up to receive him as deeply as possible. She felt his balls delicately land on her upturned asscheeks and the bony ring around the base of his cock pressed into her stretched labia. She felt as if his glans was embedding itself in her stomach. She felt as if his cock was possessing her.
She felt totally his.
When she finally stopped screaming, she murmured, “Do me, lover!”
“Fillerup?”
Before she could answer, he began pumping in and out of her. Slowly, at first, then with fast strokes, he worked his big meat in her convulsing cunt. She could feel the juice squirting out of her with each withdrawal, feel the pressure building inside her tummy with each insertion. Her orgasms became nearly constant, varying only in their intensity. Connie was going from pleasure plateau to pleasure peak and back again, over and over, faster and faster.
His thrusts took on more urgency and she felt his prick swelling even more inside her, testing the containment of her tight, clenching cunt.
“Cum in me,” she growled, her voice throaty with lust. “Yes!” She tried to pull him deeper into her, to squeeze and suck him with her twat.
“Yeah, baby!” he groaned. “Cumming!”
She could feel the surge swell the length of his prick and then he was jammed to the bone inside her, moaning with release as he poured in her. Feeling his throbs, hearing his rumble of pleasure, her love and passion became ungovernable. She thrashed up at him and came even harder as he impaled her with his spurting cock.
Just as she felt his balls stop their jerking where they lay in the shallow furrow of her ass, he raised himself on trembling arms. She pulled her legs back and wider, free of his arms, as he knelt up. His cock had lost its stiffness and was slowly shriveling inside her. She loved that feeling — his juices mixed with hers, deep in her belly, and her wonderful husband’s penis resting peacefully inside her.
She raised her legs straight up and pulled them together, then slowly lowered to one side. He bent enough to get one forearm under her butt and hoisted her 94 pounds — same as when they’d met — off the bed. Keeping their genitals joined, Jerry rolled onto his back and drew her with him in a graceful pas de deux of pleasure and tenderness, they came to rest with her stretched atop his larger frame, her face resting against the hairs of his chest.
She hugged him with her cunt and welcomed his soft moan ofpleasure. He kissed the top of her head. She kissed his chest. Some of the sparse hairs there were just beginning to turn silvery, so she kissed through them again.
“I love you, Veronica.”
“I love you, Gerald.”
His arms were around her. He had one hand caressing her back, between her shoulder blades. The other was resting on her butt. She felt his finger move to her slick anus and gently probe. She groaned and pressed down against him.
“So that was what got milady’s motor running, huh? That letter take you back to the good ol’ days?”
“Your good ol’ days were better than mind,” she said. “You were the one who went to high school and college during the sexual revolution.”
“I heard about it,” he said. He chuckled. “It was in all the papers. But the free love didn’t apply to the kids going to the schools I went to.” He was almost ten years older than she was. She’d asked him about those times — times she barely remembered — when she’d been too young and too sheltered to really know what was going on. “You had some pretty wild times in college, though. That letter bring back memories?”
“Um-hmm.” She nestled closer — if that was possible — and again clenched her cunt around him. “I like these times better, though. That’s why I married you. The company I’m keeping means more to me than what we do.”
“Or don’t.” His tone was rueful.
“Oh, that’s okay, honey. Your finger feels good enough to me.”
Connie and Jerry didn’t have secrets; they were too close for that. She’d told him about some of her adventures in college. It had come out while she’d explained her breakup with the fellow student to whom she’d been engaged. It had seemed a perfect match. Eddie had come from the same sort of family and background as she had. He was a music major — he played the violin beautifully — a gymnast and a cheerleader. She was a dance major, a gymnast and a cheerleader. They shared many, many interests — music, art, books — and they had fantastic sex — even wild sex. They’d had threesomes, foursomes, orgies. While she was with Eddie, she learned that every so often, nothing in the world got her off so much as getting her narrow little asshole crammed full of hard, hot cock.
But Connie began to realize something in October of their senior year, about a month after accepting Eddie’s proposal: More and more, Eddie seemed less interested in being with her than in participating in group sex — and her presence was the key to that.
The real problem arose when she tried to talk with him about it. He’d get angry and clam up, or angry and resentful — or angry and hurtful, recounting to her how much she’d enjoyed what they were doing and demanding to know why she didn’t want to talk about it then, during the group sex.
The more she tried, the more he closed her out. She began to re-examine their entire relationship and realized how little he really gave of himself, emotionally — and how much she needed that. It hurt her to end the engagement, but as much as she’d expeced. That was when she realized she was sure she’d done the right thing. They’d bonded with sex, but the bond went no farther, and she needed more.
She met Jerry the following spring. He’d been visiting the college to give a one-session lecture on his field and he saw her cheering at a lacrosse game. They stayed in touch by letters, then phone, then she’d gone to New York to spend a week visiting a girlfriend and ended up spending more time in his bed than any other place.
They got closer and closer and it was almost perfect. The one small flaw was easily overlooked and forgotten in view of all the other good stuff they had. She hardly ever thought of it, let alone missed it.
Until the letter.
She stirred again as she felt the finger massage her asshole more insistently.
“I could always get some reduction surgery done,” he said, only half-teasing.
“Don’t you dare!”
“It’d make it easier all the time. I wouldn’t have to worry about hurting you or making you gag.”
“Does it make it less pleasurable for you to worry about those things?” They’d had this talk before, but she always wondered if things had changed.
“In a way,” he said. “I can’t just, you know, let go and flail away.”
“Flail, flail, flail,” she chanted, her lips against his chest again.
“But, then again, I never really could with anyone.”
“There have been exceptions.”
The finger withdrew from her ass and he squeezed her buttocks. “Yeah.” He’d told her about them, but he didn’t like remembering them. He took a deep breath, let it out slowly. “But, on the other hand — ”
“So to speak.”
“Ahem. The fact that by restraining myself in that one small — ”
“Large. Very large.”
“– minor way I can be more loving with you makes it even more pleasurable. Make any sense?”
“None. Plenty.”
“But you do miss those times.”
“Sometimes. That letter could have been a description of some of them. Making love, sixty-nining, with a beautiful woman while having my lover slide deep into my ass…” Her nipples hardened.
“Well, we could always give it another try,” he kidded.
Her nipples softened.
“Only kidding.”
That had been dreadful. She’d had three gin-and-tonics to relax, greased up both of them copiously and tried backing onto him. She’d done everything she could to hide how much it was hurting, but he’d spotted her shivering in pain — he couldn’t see her face — and pulled her off him. All she’d been able to work into her tortured ass was the glans. Just the memory of that knob popping out of her ass was enough to make her wince.
“Besides, I hardly ever even think about women anymore,” she said. “I’m just so happy and contented with you.”
“Hardly ever until about two months ago,” he reminded her.
“…yes.”
Connie taught two ballet classes on weeknights in another, nearby bedroom suburb. Both were for novices. One class was youngsters trying to learn the basics. The other was mostly women in their twenties and thirties who took class as a form of exercise. It had been two years since Connie had craved a woman. Then Kimberly had signed up for the adult novice class.
As soon as Connie saw her, she’d felt the tension begin. Kim was twenty-five, tall, had masses of reddish blonde hair and rich,voluptuous curves. She wasn’t pretty, but she was striking in her appearance — and about her, Connie sensed an aura of sheer sensuality. And she’d felt an elemental connection.
“Well, you know my feelings,” he reminded her.
Indeed she did: Be sure she’s clean, don’t cut OUR time together and talk about it if the attachment seems to be getting more than essentially physical.
She’d been skeptical of his attitude when they’d first discussed it. He’d proven good as his word, though, when the occasions arose. And — Bless him! — he’d never tried to have her bring any of them to their bed with them. At least part of that, Connie knew, was because he hadn’t found any of them particularly appealing, for one reason or another. More often than note, the lack of appeal was because he knew the other women didn’t care for sex with men.
On the other hand, though, he’d never said he would reject the idea. Which might be just as well.
Because Connie had something to tell her husband.
More to come…Hey…since I’m new to writing here, I’m noticing that a number of you are giving me negative votes on my stories but you aren’t leaving any comments as to why. If you plan on giving me a negative vote, please leave a comment and explain why so that I can improve my writing and make you happy, ok?? Thanks!! <3

Read 23085 times |
Rated 92.6 % |
(121 votes)

Vote list (Close) :pajarojkl
: POSITIVEDcdaylily
: POSITIVE

Please rate this text:   

Fiction

When In Rome – 03

Author’s NotesBack to Callia&Cassius – although no one gets pregnant in this chapter, there IS mention of it. So, fair warning if that’s not your thing.
_____________________________
CHAPTER THREE:
Scene 01: Callia – Sex? No.
Scene 02: Cassius – Sex? Yes.
Scene 03: Callia – Sex? Yes.
_____________________________CALLIA
It was her third, and probably final, bath of the day.
Callia could finally relax. Her day was supposed to be over, and it had been a good day. Every inch of her body had been used, and physically, she was exhausted. But her mind would not stop.
She’d slept in a bed. That had never happened before, at least not in the part of her life that she could remember. She’d woken up with Cassius wrapped tightly around her body. He was kissing her neck while he slept. He confused her beyond her wildest imaginings. Sometimes he did things that were so strange to her, so foreign that she couldn’t wrap her head around it.
First, his kisses. No man had ever kissed her before, but that didn’t confuse her that much. Men liked to have their mouths on her body, and they liked for her to have her mouth on their bodies. So it made logical sense that he could be aroused by their mouths touching. After all, Cassius was aroused by strange things. She accepted that as part of who he was.
Second, the fact that he would be angry about other men touching her. That’s what whores were for after all, but it made sense to some part of her that if men had to get his permission that meant he owned her. Men liked to own beautiful things. Everyone told her she was beautiful. Thus, it made sense that he wanted to own her.
Third on the list of “Confusing Things About Cassius” that she was composing in her head was that he’d wanted her to sleep in his bed. This is where things started to hurt her head. She understood that he’d wanted to use her body when he arrived home, but he could have chained her to his bedpost. He could have told her to sleep on the floor like she was supposed to. It had occurred to her that maybe he had wanted someone to catch her disobeying her father’s rules so that she would be punished, but Cassius wouldn’t have been home to watch her be punished, so what would he gain from that?
Fourth. He hadn’t used her when he came home. He hadn’t even woken her. He must have picked her up and put her in his bed, because she was positive she’d fallen asleep on the floor. She woke up in his bad with his arms around her, and he wasn’t inside her. He hadn’t been inside her – she would have felt it. She would have still felt it in the morning. This is what was really prying at her mind. It seemed strange to her. She couldn’t imagine that being huddled over someone else’s body could have been a comfortable way for him to sleep, or why he would want to share that exquisitely soft bed with anyone. He could have stretched out with all of the warm blankets all to himself, but instead he was rolled half on top of her.
That’s when she realized that she must have done something wrong. She must have moved in her sleep, gotten in his way. Maybe he had placed her somewhere else and she’d moved, and then she interrupted his sleep.. Except he hadn’t been angry in the morning. At least, not at her. He’d been preoccupied, but he’d kept her in bed and fed her from his own plate before sending her to Father.
She sank down under the water as she realized she was wasting her time. Trying to understand her oldest brother was an exercise in futility. The other four were easy to understand. So was father. She knew exactly what it was they wanted from her, and she’d been trained on how to give it to them. She also knew that her life meant nothing to them. Atticus liked to tease her about it while he fucked her, remind her that any day could be the day that one of them killed her. That no one would miss her. When she was younger, that used to make her cry. He’d enjoyed that. But now she was old enough to accept it as a fact of life.
/Do you think I’d let that happen?/
Would Cassius miss her when she was gone? Whenever she remembered his words from that day, her belly did something funny. It felt like, birds and butterflies dancing inside her. It made her smile. She didn’t have a name for that feeling.
Fear was when you thought someone might kill you, or hurt you worse than you could handle. Happiness was the feeling of having a cock inside you. Sadness was when the other slaves in the cells cried themselves to sleep. Pain was when you were being beaten. Sympathy was when you saw someone else hurt or cry.
Those were the only emotions she knew.
She didn’t have a name for what thinking of Cassius made her feel. And there was no one she could ask.
She stood to ask someone to dry her body, but before she could ring the bell, the door swung open. Galla, the old woman in charge of cleaning and prepping the whores for clients looked grim faced.
“Sweetheart.” She paused, and Callia was puzzled at the sympathy apparent in her eyes. “I’m sorry. Cassius has asked for you again. Come.”
The birds and butterflies in her stomach dive bombed, and she turned away from Galla to hide her smile.
Whatever this feeling was, she enjoyed it.
*CASSIUS
“Don’t bother chaining her,” Cassius instructed as he slipped back into his bath. “I don’t want to have to get up again.”
The tub had already had to be rinsed free of blood once. It wasn’t his blood. It had just been that kind of night.
Callia was clean and naked. When her hair was dry it was closer to blonde, but now it was dripping wet and looked far redder in the firelight. It felt down nearly to her tiny little waist, just where he liked to hold when he was fucking her from behind. He could see that she was cold, her slight little body trembled as she knelt by his bed. Her pink nipples were hard and pebbled. She kept her eyes on the floor like a good little girl.
His cock was throbbing, painfully hard under the hot water as he studied her, took inventory of the damage he’d done to her perfect skin. His little sister was far too beautiful to be at the mercy of his cruel hands. He was supposed to look after her. Protect her. He was her fucking brother. Instead he violated her, abused her, fucked her in a way that he knew was a aberration. But when she smiled at him, looked up at him with those big fucking blue-green eyes so full of trust when he spilled inside her.. Being with her felt like the only clean, pure thing he’d ever done.
She was fourteen years younger than he was; though she was old enough (by law) to marry, most good families would keep a girl her age home for a few more years before sending her off to her husband. At least until they were certain she could safely bear a child. The thought crossed his mind, unbidden, and he could feel the jolt of heat in his cock – just from the mere thought of her little tits swelling, her belly growing round with his son. It was something he’d never dreamed of. Something he never knew he wanted.
Something he knew he couldn’t have.
“Come, Callia. Sit by me.”
She kept her eyes lowered as she did, perched on the side of the tub, close enough for him to touch her. He stroked her thigh lazily and she stared into the water. He wondered what she thought when she was quiet, how her mind worked when she waited for him to speak.
“Are you hurt?” She whispered. Her voice was so low he almost didn’t hear her. She shivered as his fingers trailed the inside of his thigh, and he closed his eyes at the her soft little gasp as his fingers brushed her pretty little cunt.
“No, Callie.” He kissed to outside of her thigh. “It wasn’t my blood.”
Her shoulders relaxed. “Good.”
“Would it bother you if I was hurt?” He rested his face against her hip, chin on her thigh as he traced light circles on her slit with his finger tips. He could smell her skin, her soap, the lotions his slaves had rubbed on her body. He could smell her sweet little cunt.. His face was so close. Close enough to reach out his tongue and taste her, if that was something he desired. It was something he’d never done. Something he thought submissive. Distasteful. But more than once he’d found himself alone in his bed, fist around the length of his cock imagining what his sister’s cunt would taste like as she came.
“It would bother me very much.” Her voice was thick, and when he looked up at her, her eyes were wet and she was biting her lip. Confusion was apparent on her face, though he had no idea what part of that exchange had confused her. But then, Callia was almost as strange as he was.
She was quiet tonight. Well, she was always quiet. Tonight she was quieter than usual. She stared at him as she bathed him and washed his hair. Her hands slid gracefully over his entire body.. Everywhere except his cock. When she reached for it, he slapped her hand away.
“Not yet.”
When he was done and dried, he pointed to his bed. “Bend over the foot board, Callia.”
She ducked her head and obeyed, positioning her body so that her legs were spread just enough that he could see her tiny, pink cunt. She stood on his tiptoes, her ass presented perfectly. She looked.. Perfect. But not for what he had in mind.
“Feet flat on the floor. Grip the rail so you don’t fall.”
When he had her like her wanted her, tense, unsure, afraid.. He stroked her ass. Softly. He wanted her off guard. When she finally relaxed against his hand and moaned softly at the gentle touch, it was time.
He didn’t hesitate. He heard the sharp crack of flesh against flesh before he felt the hot, stinging pain in his hand. She cried out, in pain as much as surprise, as she sagged against the bed. She whimpered, and his cock jerked when the whimper was followed by a sniffle. He didn’t give her time to catch her breath. The next slap was harder; it just barely overlapped the last. His stomach tightened as he studied her ass, so perfectly round and tight. Her smooth, soft skin was still marred from the bruises he’d left with his cane, and now the left side of her ass was beautifully, painfully red from his hands.
He hit her again. And again. And again. Each time watching the red area get larger. He lost himself in his aching palm, it would probably be bruised tomorrow. He was hitting her too hard, and he knew it but.. Her cries stoked him higher, and when he crouched beside her to see the tears on her cheeks and the pain in her eyes, the part of the world he tried to anchor himself in started to slip away. He was losing his head.
He struck her again. He couldn’t stop. Every single inch of her round little ass was swollen and red. So were her thighs, her hips. In places the red was tinged with purple. He struck her again. This time his hand hit his baby sister’s sweet little cunt and the last modicum of control he’d managed to hold on to fell away when his palm came away wet. He shoved two fingers deep inside her pussy, his eyes open but unseeing when he realized that she was soaked. So fucking wet, for him, after everything he’d done to her. He gripped her waist in his hands, pulled her ass against his hips. He didn’t fuck her. He just pressed himself against her, hearing her breathless cries as his body ground against the raw, swollen welts on her ass.
He could feel the heat pouring off her skin, and he was losing it. He couldn’t see her, didn’t know what he-
“Cal. I need.. Oh Gods, I need to hurt you Callie. You need to go.” His words were frantic against her throat. He knew this feeling, this sick, uncontrollable lust to hurt, to break, to destroy. “When I let go of you, little sister, you run.”
He let go.
And she was gone.
He heard the click of the door, but the way his head was pounding it sounded so quiet.
When he opened his eyes, he realized that it hadn’t been the door at all. It had been his trunk. Callia was on her hands and knees, crawling back toward him. Caught between her lips was his whip. She raised up on her knees in front of him, offering him his favorite toy.. The one he knew she hated the most. Something inside him broke when he looked into her eyes. Pain and fear.. But trust shined through both – along with another emotion he refused to even let himself name in his dreams.
And it was over. The hazy cloud of killing rage, of blood lust, didn’t leave. It never did. But she, Callia, had pushed it back down to manageable. He wrapped his fingers around the handle of the whip and studied it as Cal released it from her teeth. He looked down at her, his Callia.. His girl.
He tossed it across the room behind him.
And then his arms were under hers and she was in the air, and in one more second she was spread out on his bed.
He took her feet in his hands, spreading her legs wider before he laid on top of her body. His mouth hit hers and he could taste the salt on her lips from her tears. He kissed her mouth, her sweet little button of a nose and then her neck. He bit at her collarbone until he felt her hips rock up to meet him.
Then he moved lower. He tasted every inch of his little sister’s body, her tight little nipples, the bottoms of her breasts. He trailed his tongue along the curve of her waist and dragged his teeth along her hipbones. His fingers slid between the lips of her little cunt and found her burning hot and soaking wet. He would taste her tonight. He would hold her little hips against him as he made her cum against his mouth.
He worked his fingers deeper into her hole, looking up past her breasts to see her watching him. She looked unnerved, completely unsure of how to respond and he fucking loved it. He kept his eyes locked on hers as he brought his fingers to his lips.
Her lips parted, and then her mouth dropped open as she watched him slowly lick her juices off his fingers. Her hips rocked off the bed, up towards him, but his eyes closed as his lips wrapped around the tip of his finger.
He jerked her legs open, as wide as he could get them, and stared down at her wet little pussy. He kissed the insides of her thighs, his cock pounding at the giggle she sounded when his cheek grazed her thigh.
“Tickles.” She whimpered and he smiled at her. His cheek was rough, he hadn’t shaved. He rubbed his face against her thigh just to feel her body tremble under his. He kissed her round, tiny little clit. It was wet against his lips and he licked them before he trailed his tongue up her slit. He could feel his own hands shaking against her thighs, and he pressed his thumb against her hole as his lips circled her little button. Her hips arched up to meet his face and he let them, savoring the taste of her teenage cunt against his mouth.
She writhed against him, but he held her in place. Pulled her legs over his shoulders and laced his fingers together over her belly, pinning her against the bad and against his mouth as his tongue worked inside her hot little cunt. She grinded against him, the same way she did when he was fucking her and when he heard that strangled cry – the one he’d come to crave, he knew.
He did not taste her gently. He sucked and he bit, slapped the hell out of her sensitive little clit while he fucked her with his tongue. He kissed her tiny little nub with more force than he had ever kissed her mouth while he forced his fingers in her wet, willing hole. And when he heard that cry.. he felt and he tasted his little sister cum, screaming, with his teeth on her clit and his tongue in her cunt. It was better than he’d ever imagined. His cock throbbed painfully, heavy and aching between her legs, and he didn’t -couldn’t- give her the second she needed to recover.
He was deep inside her in one hard, forceful stoke and he couldn’t stop. He gripped her shoulders, pulling her down to meet him as he drove inside her. He could barely see the blue of her eyes. She was begging like she knew how to speak only four words.
“Please fuck me, Cassius.” Over and over, louder. Crying for him, screaming for him as his body pounded hers. He ached for her. Her fingers nails dug into his back and he hoped that he would have marks on his body like she had on hers, reminders of this night. This night, he had almost lost control. He still felt like he was losing control.
And then his teeth were against her ear, and he hated the words threatening to spill from his lips. “Callie, I-“Don’t. Shut your fucking mouth. He wanted.. Her.
He gritted his teeth as he pulled away, leaving her sprawled on the mattress, her red-blonde hair wild around her face, her eyes half closed but focused only on him.
“My… m-my mouth, Cassius. Cum in my mouth.”
He shook his head as he watched his cock pounding inside her raw, pink little pussy. “No.”
No, tonight he would spill inside his sister’s cunt. Never mind the fact that he knew nothing could come from it. The tea his father gave the whores every morning would prevent conception. But tonight he would cum inside her imagining a day when she was free and he was too. He hadn’t realized it yet, but sometime tonight between the men he’d killed and the sister he loved he’d made a decision. She would not die here. And neither would he. Someday.. They would leave this place. Together.
He wrapped his hand around her throat, but softly, and sank on top of her body with his cock still inside her.
His words were quiet and soft against her ear, his balls heavy against her ass. “Would you give me a son, Callia?”
She froze underneath him and stared up at him with wild eyes. “You know – Father gives us -”
His cock jerked inside her. He was so fucking close. “No. I know. Not tonight.”
He kissed the side of her cheek as he barely whispered words that would have them both killed. “If I could get us out of here.. Would you go with me? Would you leave this place with me, me mine? Love me, Callia, bear my children? Would you have me?”
He felt her answer in her body, saw it in her eyes before she even spoke. She pushed her hips against his and her lips brushed his so gently he might have missed it if he weren’t so focused. He saw something flash in her eyes, a determined awareness. Enlightenment.
There was fire in her gaze when she nodded. “Yes.”
A tension he hadn’t known was there lifted and he dug his fingers into her little hips and felt her body tremble with his next stroke. She would cum for him again, this time as he filled her body with his seed.
*CALLIA
It had never felt like this.
She felt like every single part of her body was on fire as he filled her. Every nerve felt raw, and there were tears building in her eyes as she got ready to cum again. The first time had been against his mouth, with his tongue inside her, something no one had done to her since she was a child. Cassius had done it better. And now his cock filled her, rough strokes that ripped her body apart, but made her feel so fucking alive.
His lips covered hers and caught her scream as her body exploded around him. So intense, so intense that she felt herself crying against his cheek. He licked away her tears as his cum spilled inside her cunt. She felt it, felt him jerk inside her. She knew the sound he made, and the way his body tensed and she found herself shivering around him, thinking about the day when he would be hers as much as she was his.
He collapsed on top of her, and she tried to move out from underneath him so he could lay comfortably. His arms snaked around her and pulled her back against his chest. One of his hands snaked down to her still shaking, overly sensitive cunt. He slapped her pussy hard as he kissed her neck, her shoulders, her face.
“I wish you could sleep here.”
She tensed. She should ask what she’d done wrong last time. So she’d never do it again.
“C-” She whimpered against his ongoing assault of her clit. “Cassius?”
“Hmm?” He sounded sleepy, she grinned. A silly grin that she couldn’t exactly explain. She turned to face him, and just stared, smiling as she traced her finger down the bridge of his nose. She shouldn’t have done it. He should have slapped her hand away. But he didn’t. He just watched her through tired eyes. He looked.. Relaxed. It made the butterflies in her belly do funny things.
“When I slept in here, I didn’t mean to crowd you. I didn’t even know I moved.”
He frowned. “You didn’t move, Callie. You slept like a little rock.”
“But..” She scrunched her nose. “You slept on top of me. I thought..”
“When I left, I intended to come home and fuck you until you couldn’t stand up. But it was a long night. When I got home.. I just wanted to touch you while I slept.” He sat up and pulled her close to him, his face so, so serious. “Listen to me Callie.”
She tensed, trepidation building as she watched him.
“Nothing we said tonight can leave this room. You act like everything is normal. You be a good girl, like always.” His fingers brushed over her breasts and he leaned down to suck her nipple into his mouth. When he pulled away he took her face in her hands. “When they want your cunt, you give it to them. You fuck them, you take whatever cock is stuck in your face. You’re the perfect little whore Cal. Do whatever they tell you to do. And I will find a way to get us out of here.”
She nodded, trembling as he pressed his lips to her belly.. She felt her cunt tighten when she replayed his words in her head. Someday, her flat little belly with would be full and swollen with his child. Her tits would be tight and round and he would still fuck her, still fill her cunt with his cock, and everyone who knew them.. Everyone who saw them would know that it was his baby she was carrying. Perhaps they wouldn’t know she was his sister… but that didn’t matter. Not her.
Someday.

Read 87681 times |
Rated 92.6 % |
(269 votes)

Vote list (Close) :ahorsewithnoname
: POSITIVEGoldwalls
: POSITIVEA2O
: POSITIVEal1986
: POSITIVEHot Under the Collar
: POSITIVEjustkeith
: POSITIVEJeffezy626
: POSITIVETerrired
: POSITIVE

Please rate this text:   

Fiction

Breakfast Club – Chapters 1 and 2

It was boys against girls in canasta and the prize was the losers had to cook. Carl and I lived in officers’ housing, then, and were good friends with Lydia and Frank. We went to baseball games with them, played cards, went to church and generally had a good, honorable time with them. Both couples had been married for a little over a year and hadn’t taken advantage of the Army’s free babies (military hospitals only charged $1.75 per day).

Fiction

The Amish INcursion pt 3

It was Sarah’s turn to have a mild panic awakening. The Sterile smelling unfamiliar bed and fresh bleached sheets confusing her. A soft hand pulling her thighs open from just below the knee

Fiction

The Roommate Agreement – Chapter 3

Xander wants Laine. Laine had Xander, but now wants nothing to do with him. She also wants Eric, but Eric wants his boyfriend Gavin. All this sexual tension and drama under one roof cannot be good for one’s health.

Fiction

My Lesbian Slave Martina – Using my slave Martina with my boyfriend

Ever since I met my boyfriend Triss, I had less and less time to meet my girlfriends, but somehow I always remembered Martina’s words when she once said that I could not “cover her in jizz”. So I finally wrote her an email asking if she had time so I could “introduce” Triss to her. She was happy to hear from me and looked forward to it.

Fiction

Georgia Part 07

18 yo girl leaves an all girls boarding school and is determined to have some fun before going to university

Fiction

A Ride Home

Just a little fantasy I like to indulge in every now anf again. Its fiction, but I wish it was a true story