Katie’s Muscle Journey
Chapter 1: Katie and Ryoko
As I enter the apartment I share with my boyfriend Jim, I pause for a while at the door. I notice that the door is ajar, and Jim’s shoes are outside. He must be home early from the gym. There’re some muffled sounds that I can hear even from the hallway.
“Jim?” I called out. “I’m back, honey. Are you there?”
There is no reply. I walk into the living room, and I see something I never thought I would see. Jim is sitting on the couch, with his pants down. What I am looking straight at now, though, is the woman standing in front of him.
She has short hair and is topless, wearing only a pair of jeans, and she is muscular. Not like a bodybuilder, or even the ripped physique of a fitness competitor, but extremely strong-looking. Her muscles are shapely and make her very curvy in a feminine way, but her back is ridged with impressive muscle development, as are her abs, which are six solid-looking sections. She is still relatively narrow-waisted. Her deltoids, which are flexed right now because she is holding up her arms in a double-bicep pose, are round lumps of solid flesh. Her bicep peaks can be seen from behind, like small tennis balls. In short, she is almost the perfect woman, even though her thighs cannot be seen.
She turns around and sees me, and gives me an arrogant smile. I take a few steps towards them, not knowing how to react.
She says to Jim, “So this is your girlfriend Katie? Hmm. She doesn’t look as strong as in that picture you have of her.”
The woman gestures towards something Jim is holding in his hand. I ignore his guilty expression, and look more closely. It looks like a photograph. Then I recognize it, when Jim sheepishly holds it up for me to see.
It is a photograph of the two of us, about five years ago, when I was 20. In the picture I’m doing a bicep flex while putting an arm around Jim’s shoulders. I’m wearing a sports bra. At that time I had just won an arm wrestling tournament, defeating a total of six other women. In the picture we both look proud and happy, and my arm looks nice and strong.
But since then I have not been to the gym as much, as I’ve become busier with a new job. I’ve lost quite a bit of weight since that time, and I look leaner now but also flabbier, not as toned as before. For a while Jim kept assuring me that he didn’t mind, and our sex still seemed just as good. But now… I can hardly believe what this looks like. “Jim,” I ask softly, “can you explain what this woman is doing here?”
But instead of Jim replying, the response comes from the woman, who walks slowly up to me and stands offensively close.
“My name is Ryoko,” she states. “Jim and I have been meeting each other at the gym for a few weeks now. Today, I decided to get to know him a little better, if you know what I mean. However, he seems very loyal to you, for some reason.”
Jim is pulling up his pants hurriedly as Ryoko speaks, and at this he looks up at me and nods eagerly, saying, “I didn’t want any of this, Katie!”
“That’s not what your erection is saying!” Ryoko smirks. She looks back at me and continues, “So, I decided to show him directly, why I am the better woman. I asked him to show me the best picture he had of you, and then I showed him my body and asked him to say who the better woman is. Well, I must admit I was impressed by your photograph. But it seems you aren’t as hot as you used to be.”
Slowly she raises her arms and flexes in front of me, staring at me challengingly. She is still wearing her heels — which is why I didn’t see them outside the door earlier. In them, she is able to look down on me with a few inches’ height advantage. Barefoot she is probably the same height as me, almost. Now it just adds to the overall effect she is having on me.
I take a deep breath to calm myself. Not only am I upset at this woman just coming in to cause trouble and go after my boyfriend as aggressively as this, I am also feeling a bit intimidated. As Ryoko flexes in front of me, her muscles moving seductively underneath her skin, I can see immediately that she is much sexier than I am now, and looks a lot stronger — in fact, even five years ago I may not have been a match for her.
Still, I cannot back down from this challenge. I step back and strip off my tank top quickly, and unhook my bra to stand topless too in my jeans. As Jim gapes in amazement, I step up to Ryoko until our nipples are almost touching, and throw my own arms up in the most powerful flex I can manage!
We hold the posedown for a few seconds, and then Ryoko laughs. I still have some lean muscles on my body, but it is a far cry both from what I used to look like, and what Ryoko looks like now. I lower my arms and hang my head. Without a doubt I have been crushed in this posedown.
Ryoko walks over to the slack-jawed Jim, who is now breathing more quickly at the sight he has just seen. She takes the photograph from his unresisting hand. Turning back to me, she holds it up for me to see, and then slowly tears it straight down the middle, separating the sections containing Jim and myself.
Her message is clear. I glare at her, fists clenched. She smirks and glares back, then points to the coffee table. I give a quick nod to accept her unspoken challenge.
No words are needed. We both step slowly to the coffee table, still holding each other’s gaze. I go down on one knee, on one side of the table, and she copies my pose. The coffee table is small and circular, so we end up using our right knees to brace it between us. Still with slow deliberate movements we raise our right arms and plant them on the table, and hook our thumbs, preparing to arm wrestle.
Still not saying a word, Ryoko raises her left hand and crooks a finger at Jim, to come over. He does, looking at the both of us in awe, obviously trying to drink in as much of this sight as possible. Then Ryoko speaks again.
“Jim will be the referee for this contest between us. The winner will give him a blowjob. During the match, he can choose to motivate us by letting whichever of us pleasure him with our hand, mouth, or any other part of the body. Now, get ready to be shamed in front of him!”
“The relationship we share will give me the strength to beat you in front of him and make sure you never come after him again!” I reply firmly, clenching her hand as hard as I can. I will not lose to a bitch like her!
Jim holds our hands and makes sure our starting position is equal, and then releases his hands to let us begin. We both lean forward and start pulling. My bicep bulges nice and round, and I feel encouraged even though it is obvious her muscles are bigger. So far I am keeping her even.
Then I look up into her eyes, and my heart sinks as I realize she is feeling much more relaxed than me, barely straining compared to me. She may be just toying with me. I press my lips together grimly, not letting her see my anxiety, and concentrate on just pulling as hard as I can, increasing my force until I am nearly using my full power. But she is matching me strength for strength. Our hands begin to tremble in the middle between us with the sheer force of our battle. I can see her starting to strain a little bit, but she still has that small mocking smile that I would dearly love to wipe off.
Meanwhile Jim has taken off his pants completely, and is starting to masturbate. He moves closer to us, and seems to hesitate for a moment.
“Choose me, choose me…” I urge him in my thoughts.
Yes! He’s moving towards me. Now he’s rubbing his cock against my shoulder and upper arm. I am even more heartened when I see the frustration enter Ryoko’s eyes. It feels so good against my sweaty skin… My arm begins to feel stronger, and with a loud grunt, I manage to gain on her a little bit, the first progress either of us has made in this match!
But she manages to counter my effort, and hold me only at a slight advantage. Looking up at Jim, she smiles in a sultry way and says, “Are you sure you won’t rather have this instead, Jim?” pointing to her larger and more defined arm muscles, now put on full display because of the angle. “You know you want it… come on, put it right here… come and find out how a really strong arm feels like…”
I can’t believe it, Jim is actually falling for that! He’s moved his cock away and is now pointing it at Ryoko… I can’t stand it, she’s smirking at me! I pour more strength into my arm and pull as hard as I can, but I make only a little bit more headway. This actually makes her showcase her bicep even more, and she angles her body to the side so that Jim has space to move in… and put his penis against the round, solid lump of muscle, beaded with sweat… it even has a vein showing slightly near the elbow…
I pull with all my might, but somehow I can’t give it my all. My spirit is being sapped by the sight before me, my boyfriend’s cock just inches away from me, so near yet so far. It’s as if he is giving strength to Ryoko instead of me, and widening the disparity between Ryoko and me. Because it’s true, I can feel it: Ryoko is definitely stronger than I am.
Ryoko’s face is rubbing against Jim’s stomach, and she moans and rubs her cheek against him, seeming to enjoy herself very much, as if she were not arm wrestling with me at all. She says, “Jim, move back. I’m going to beat your girlfriend now, and I need space.”
He complies. I brace myself for the effort that I can feel is gathering behind Ryoko’s hand. She takes a deep breath, and looks me straight in the eye as she begins to ramp up her effort. I look back, trying to keep my expression neutral, but my trembling arm gives away the fact that slowly she is overpowering me. The crushing force of her grip is starting to actually hurt my hand, and easily she pulls me back to the centre, losing me all the ground I gained. We stare at each other as the match continues, beads of sweat pooling visibly on our faces. I can feel the sweat drops on top of my upper lip, and also starting to run in rivulets down my chest.
Slowly, with excruciating slowness as if she is purposely prolonging it, Ryoko pulls my arm down steadily until I am more than halfway down. It’s only in movies that people can make a huge comeback from this situation. Maybe sometimes in real life but the person has to be extremely strong. As I am now, I simply cannot manage it against her.
Yet, with Jim watching, I cannot afford to give up. I refuse to give up, and I keep straining with all my might, trying to pull back up again. Jim approaches, holding his cock. I turn to him and open my mouth hungrily, but it is to Ryoko that he turns. Ryoko obligingly opens her mouth, and right in front of my eyes, Jim inserts his throbbing dick into her face, moving it in and out.
I give a sob, heartbroken. I cannot believe I am being so humiliated right now. Crying out, I give a jerk on Ryoko’s arm and try to use my body weight for leverage, but Ryoko simply holds me out and rides out my surge for the few seconds it lasts. Now my hand is mere inches away from the tabletop.
I call out, “Jim, please, give it to me… put it here, on my bicep… I will squeeze it hard as I pull up… please Jim, honey… I can do it… I can do it…”
Jim hesitates, and as I look up I see the conflicted look on his face. Then he pulls his cock out from Ryoko’s mouth, and she looks disappointed. I feel some hope again as he bends down and fits his cock snugly in the crook of my arm. I take a deep breath and flex my bicep as hard as I can, letting the full strain show on my face, not bothering to hide it. Ryoko snarls and says, “I will not let you do that, little Katie. Jim, she’s just going to disappoint you. I’ll show you!”
The seconds tick pass as Jim waits patiently, giving me a chance to prove myself. I am flexing with all my might, my vision blurs as my eyes are screwed almost shut, my muscles are burning with effort as I flex as hard as I’ve ever flexed. I keep my eyes fixed on Jim’s penis, nestled between my forearm and my bicep, and I want so much to curl my arm up around it, and let him feel the strength of my bicep directly on his cock…
I’m not sure but I think almost half a minute has passed. Ryoko has kept my arm down, and not let me move up even a little bit. Both our arms are trembling with effort, but my arm is burning with fatigue. This match has already lasted a few intense minutes. I’m so out of practice, and out of shape, I’m clearly not used to this level of exertion anymore. My arm fails to flex enough to squeeze Jim’s cock even a little. In fact she even pulls my arm down slightly, just a little bit.
Jim sighs and straightens up again, and my heart aches again. Why must I lose this way?
He goes over and runs his hands all over Ryoko’s muscular rippling body, now lubricated with sweat. Ryoko moans, especially when his hands run over her nipples. He begins to fondle her nipples. She shudders with pleasure all over, and I feel her strength flag slightly, but by now I am too tired to take any advantage of it. I am already barely holding on, with the last bits of my strength. My arm is really starting to hurt.
But Ryoko refuses to let me go. She pulls me down to within just an inch of defeat, and there she holds me, content to let me strain and strain, knowing that I will not give up until I really can give no more. She’s right. It’s hopeless, but I simply will not give up, despite the tears of pain running down my cheeks, despite the terrible growing pain in my arm and shoulder. I think I am crying because of the shame as well, it’s hard to tell.
When she is sure I am completely spent, and holding on only by sheer willpower, she grabs Jim’s cock with her left hand, and says, “Now, you are finished.”
With that she slams my hand down on the table, and pulls Jim’s cock towards her. A few quick thrusts inside her mouth is all it needs, Jim must have been holding it in for all this time. She’s not letting go of my hand. I am forced to watch helplessly while across the table this woman gives my boyfriend a victory blowjob.
As Jim staggers back, gasping and groaning, Ryoko turns back to me and parts her lips slightly, letting some of the cum drip out of the corners of her mouth. She plants her left palm behind my head and shoves my face forward to meet hers, and she forces me into a kiss. Her mouth forces my lips open, she invades my mouth with her tongue, and I can taste the salty familiar tang of Jim’s cum, but now mixed with the taste of Ryoko’s saliva. She forces me to taste this horrible combination for several long moments, before letting me go. I am gasping for air, breathless from the exertion and also from the kiss. She’s breathing hard too, but there is the flush of pleasure in her eyes. I slump, rubbing my sore right arm, tears of shame in my eyes. She has outmuscled me in front of Jim, and shamed me with her cum-covered kiss.
As she poses proudly for Jim, her muscular arms raised in victory, I open my mouth to speak.
“I’ll wrestle you.”
Ryoko’s eyes gleam, and she answers at once, “Yes, let’s. I look forward to crushing you totally. You will feel my mastery over you with your whole body. Then, after I beat you, I will make you cum, so that you know you’re just my slut, and you love losing to me. To top it off, your Jim will fuck me from behind while I’m on top of you, so that you know you have lost completely, as a woman.”
Jim looks guilty, but doesn’t say anything. I can tell that he likes what is happening, even if he feels guilty about what is happening to me. But this is not about him. I do not feel that much pain from the fact that he has effectively betrayed me. He cannot help being sexually turned on by all this. He’s just a weak male, unable to resist a woman like Ryoko who is everything he’s always wanted. I guess I used to be that woman too.
That’s why I am going to accept now. This is about Ryoko and me. Woman to woman. Muscle against muscle, will against will. If I cannot defeat Ryoko, then I do not deserve Jim in the first place.
We stand up, and we strip off our jeans, Ryoko kicks off her heels as well. She’s wearing a pair of thongs, which she unhesitatingly strips off too. I match her by stripping off my panties, so we’re both completely naked. Now I have the chance to see her legs. They’re sleek and well-muscles, like dancer’s legs. My legs are less muscular now, and look a bit fatter and less defined. I still have a nice calf bulge, but so does she. We move forward to compare legs, and we parade them in front of Jim.
“Come on, Jim darling, tell us, who has the better sexier legs?” Ryoko says.
“Um…” Jim looks clearly uncomfortable, but in the end avoids my pleading look and mumbles, “You, Ryoko.”
“That’s right, and you’ll get your reward after I beat this weak girl and become your new girlfriend. You’re looking forward to that, aren’t you?” Ryoko says, reaching over to tilt his face with her hand. I reach up and slap her hand away angrily. We both glare at each other, and bump chests.
“Titfight,” she says, and that is all the signal we need — we put our hands behind our backs, to throw our breasts out, and begin bumping and crashing them together, sometimes swiping from side to side. I used to be proud of my perfectly shaped breasts, but they’ve grown smaller over the years and less firm. Ryoko’s are larger and firmer. Within a several exchanges I am gasping with pain from the friction on my sensitive nipples, and on the impact from each breast bump she is dealing me. We bump harder and harder, and she is grunting with the effort, but she doesn’t seem as hurt as me. Some minutes have passed, I don’t know how long, but I finally have to step back, avoiding her breast attack, my chest heaving as I gulp for air and my hands coming up to cover my sore nipples and breasts. I’ve lost this one too… it’s so embarrassing…
“You’re not woman enough for me!” Ryoko screams, thrusting her arms up again in victory. Jim moans and begins rubbing himself. The sight of our struggle is apparently the sexiest thing he’s seen in a long time, because despite his refractory period he’s getting hard again.
My heart fills with rage towards this woman. Giving vent to a scream of anger, I step forward, raising my arms too. Our hands make contact, and we eager clasp fingers, gripping each other’s hands hard. Our arms and bodies begin to tremble as we engage in a test of strength.
We press our foreheads together as we push, channelling all our strength into this contest. Her full power is incredible… My arms are really feeling the strain, especially my tired right arm. Oh no… it buckles. My right arm was just too tired. She’s not showing me any mercy, she’s surging forward full force… my body is now bent awkwardly, my right arm unable to match the strength of her left and unable to straighten. She’s pushing it out and to the side, so I can’t use it fully now.
My left arm is not so good at muscular power, but more for endurance. Now it’s being tested to the limit. Her right arm is a bit tired too, I wonder if I can turn the tables on her. I have to… Jim is watching us wrestle… I must show my strength to him.
We are frozen in position for what seems like long minutes, with me putting all of my remaining energy and strength into this contest, resisting Ryoko with all my might. Every muscle on our body must be sharply defined to the watching Jim, but I cannot spare much attention to look, I can only catch glimpses of the muscles standing out on the body parts I can see. Ryoko’s right arm is like a pillar of strength. My left arm is starting to shake. I will myself to ignore the pain in both my arms, and concentrate on pushing. It is no use. I can feel myself weakening, my strength draining away. Ryoko is overpowering me slowly but surely. My left arm has just given way, and it’s slowly and shakily being forced downwards too. Now Ryoko is leaning forward and pressing her chest against mine, bending me backwards. I bend back as far as I can, but I’m not very flexible. Soon I cannot help my knees buckling, and I start to sink down before her.
I’m now down to one knee, her hands are holding mine down, it’s hopeless, she’s too strong for me. She kicks at my upright leg until I am forced to go down on that knee as well. Now she’s clearly in a position of dominance over me. She leans over, and pushes hard. My wrists are being bent, they hurt! It’s so painful…!
She is telling me to submit. Never! I must not… not in front of Jim like this, and not to her!
“No!” I say through gritted teeth.
“You have no choice!” she grates out, and jerks downwards, letting me feel her crushing force. I scream once in pain, and my hands are pressed all the way down to my shoulder level. She’s now bent over almost double, her face near mine.
“N… No!” I gasp out, tears starting to flow out of my eyes.
She invades my mouth with a kiss again. I try to bite her, but she growls and bites back, causing me more pain than I can cause her, so that I try to break off the agonizing kiss, shaking my head side to side. But I cannot shake her, and she completely violates my mouth before raising her head and suddenly twisting to the side, catching me in a headlock.
Quickly her weight forces me down onto the floor, and I can’t break out of this headlock. She’s squeezing so hard with her left arm, I can feel all the hard muscles all along it. I feel as if I’m blacking out, she’s cutting off my air supply…
I must have blacked out for an instant, because now she’s released the headlock and has me pinned to the floor. She’s locked her hands with mine again, and is pressing them on the floor. I thrash around with my legs, but very quickly she locks her legs around mine in a grapevine. She is not only strong, but also an expert wrestler it seems. I’m completely outmatched.
She has me pinned helplessly. As her legs stretch mine, I grit my teeth, determined not to cry out in pain. The effort makes sweat break out all over my face. My suffering is plain for her and Jim to see as my mouth opens in a soundless scream, and I shake all over underneath her, but still I am not screaming or crying out. The pain is building and building…
“Count, Jim!” I hear her say. Opening my eyes, I look straight into her face, as Jim begins to count to ten. The pain cripples my efforts to try and power my shoulders off the floor, but even if she had not slapped on the grapevine, I think I would still be too weak compared to her to do it. I think she knows it too, she is grinning down at me as Jim finishes a slow count to ten. I have not been able to lift my hands or shoulders even a little bit off the floor.
“I have beaten you at wrestling,” she states. I cannot deny it. “Now I will make your defeat final. I will make you cum.”
She releases the grapevine and shifts herself so that our mounds are touching, and she angles her pelvis so that our clits make contact. Her legs twine around mine silkily as she starts to hump me, clitoris against clitoris, sex against sex. I close my eyes and try to resist, willing myself not to cum, but the stimulation and the struggle have made me very wet. My body is betraying me. Ryoko is wet too, she must be feeling so turned on at dominating me so completely, and yet I am unable to make her cum first. I look away and close my eyes as my body shudders its surrender under her, the spasms of unwanted pleasure making my body jerk back and forth like a marionette under her control.
She rises up onto her knees, still on top of me, and slowly flexes her arms, clearly savouring the moment. I am helpless underneath her. My spirit has been broken.
Ryoko lowers herself over me again, on all fours. Looking into my eyes, she says, “Submit.”
I bite my lip, and close my eyes. I feel a stinging pain. She’s slapped me. “Submit.”
“I submit.” I have lost. I feel it now. I have admitted defeat inside myself.
“Who’s the better woman?”
“You are the better woman.”
“Tell Jim who is the stronger, sexier and superior woman here.”
“Ryoko is the stronger, sexier and superior woman.” I am really crying now, but my voice comes out as steadily as I can make it.
Ryoko groans as Jim takes her doggy-style, grabbing her breasts and fiddling with her nipples as he urgently penetrates her with his shaft. Throughout the whole session, she and I never break our stare, except when I blink the tears away and when she blinks sweat out of her eyes. When Jim finally reaches a long shuddering orgasm inside Ryoko and collapses to the side, it’s as if he doesn’t exist to us, that the fact of sex with him serves only to cement Ryoko’s victory over me. Ryoko whispers to me now, still not looking away, “You will want a rematch.”
“Yes… I want a rematch.”
“You can have one only when you are strong enough to challenge me. Because the next time you lose to me again, you will lose forever. I will keep Jim. More importantly, you and I will both know, once and for all, that I will always be the better woman. Do you understand?”
“Yes, I understand.”
“I will let you challenge me again. But you will not win. I will train too, in the meantime, and stay ahead of you.”
“I’ll train harder than you, and become stronger than you.”
“You can dream on. In the meantime, your Jim is mine.”
With that, she slides off me, and carries Jim in her arms easily, struggling only a little bit. Looking down at me one last time, she walks off with my boyfriend into the bedroom, to fuck his brains out even more, while I am left to slowly recover from my utter humiliation and complete defeat.
Fucking his little sister and her friends
Waiting on his sister before she goes to the disco, John runs into his sisters friends, and their plans…
John sat on his porch, smoking a joint as he watched the young girls walk by. Friday meant the teenage disco down the road and a bit of idle purving. He reckoned they were all around sixteen or seventeen, and the parade of tight asses and young tits was better than watching the news. He wondered why girls didn’t dress like that when he was young, but then everyone thinks that.
He was really waiting for his sister Anna, who was going to the disco and planned to change in his house. His parents weren’t so happy about small dresses and high heels so she always wore her sexy clothes under her normal ones to pass her parents inspections before going to her brother’s house to transform for the boys.
John had to admit that Friday’s were starting to become his favourite night of the week; watching his little sister change into whatever these young sluts seemed to be wearing these days would send him out on the town with a hard-on that lasted through Sunday. She was a petite brunette with a killer ass and a cute little smile that would always send him over the edge. When they were younger they used to fool around under the covers, pretending they were a couple, but since they had grown-up more it had changed into gentle flirting.
The steps outside his apartment block were raised above the road and two teens sat on the lower level, slightly facing away from him. They were handing around a bottle of vodka, drinking it straight and grimacing each time they took another swig. John looked closer at the two girls.
The first was a pale redhead, who had a slight emo look with her dark eye shadow, was wearing a tight black and white striped dress that hugged her slim figure. Her hair hung down past her bare shoulders and her shy eyes kept glancing up at John whenever she turned her head. The other one, a skinny blonde, wasn’t glancing up at John, she was staring.
‘Is that a joint?’ she called up, while putting her fingers under the waistband of her denim hot pants. She jutted out her chest, proudly showing off her sexy breasts that were barely contained within a tight white top that was split down the middle.
‘Maybe’ he said, taking another drag.
She walked up the steps and stood above him, her blonde hair blocking out the setting sun. John took her in more closely. Her legs were perfection, without an ounce of fat, and he thought that he’d be able to wrap his two hands around her tiny waist. Her face was of a naughty angel, the soft eyes off-set by an inviting mouth and high cheek bones. She was no emo, her bright make-up and light pink streaks in her blonde hair showed a more cheerleader air.
‘Can I have some?’ she asked, twirling her hair in an obvious attempt at flirting to get her way. John shrugged, why not he thought, and handed it over. She took a long drag and blew it out through her nose. John smirked, she was trying to be cool in front of him.
‘What’s your name?’ he asked, as she handed him back the joint.
‘Emma’ she said, sitting down beside him ‘you’re Anna’s brother, right?’
‘Yeah, you waiting for her too?’ he said, looking at his watch ‘I’m not expecting her for another hour.’
‘I know, she just texted us. Got any more of that inside?’ she said, pointing at the joint that was nearly finished.
‘I’ve got something better’ he said, opening his legs and not exactly hiding the large erection in his jeans. It was a ridiculous move, but he didn’t feel like being flirted with all night, he wanted to know the score. He had heard the rumours about what went on at these discos, and thought he might as well test it.
She arched her eyebrow sexily and looked down towards her friend.
‘You promise to help me out with a problem I have with my friend?’
‘Depends on the problem…’
‘You don’t need to know the problem’ she said ‘but you’ll definitely enjoy the solution…’
She ran back down the stairs and John watched out of the corner of his eye as they urgently whispered between each other. Eventually the redhead nodded and they both came up the stairs. He stood up as they reached him.
‘Hi, I’m Sarah’ said the redhead. John took her in more closely, admiring the small dash of freckles running down the top of her cute nose, her small lips still full and pout.
Emma, the blonde, stood beside her. As John said hello back she put her arm around the girls’ waist and squeezed, before slowly moving her hand down to rest on her ass. The redhead, Sarah, scolded her lightly and slapped her hand away.
‘So what have you got that’s better than weed, eh?’ she asked ‘we’ve got a disco to go to after all.’
John smiled ‘come inside, I’ll show you’. He was thinking that his sister might arrive at any minute, but it was worth the risk; these two girls were giving off a serious vibe, especially the blonde, and the red head had a look in her eyes that said to John ’it’s always the quiet ones’, so he couldn’t pass up the opportunity.
The girls walked ahead of him and John watched their tight little asses shake down the hallway; the tight dress squeezing the redheads’ ass while her high heels lifted it up and showed off her superb, long legs and the blonde wriggled her juicy cheeks in the denim hot pants that barely covered half of her ass. John was so entranced he forgot to lock the door behind him.
Once inside, John beckoned them to sit around the table on the couch as he went into his room to get his party pack, as his friends liked to call it. He listened to the girls giggling in the other room while he checked what was left. It was more than enough.
‘Well’ he said while grabbing three shot glasses and a bottle of whiskey from the cupboard ‘how would you girls like to do an Irish tequila? I wouldn’t normally offer, but you two look mature for sixteen.’
‘Oooh’ said Emma ‘what’s an Irish tequila?’
‘Like everything Irish, it’s stronger and better.’
He poured out three shot glasses and took out two bags of white powder.
‘Wait, I forgot the lemon!’ he said, jumping up to the fridge and taking out a plate of lemons. After cutting a few slices, he lowered each one into a bag of powder, coating it in white crystals.
‘Now girls, hold out your hands.’
The two girls, who had been sitting together on the couch held out their hands silently. John took the other bag and took a large pinch out of each and sprinkled it on the girls’ hands before doing it himself.
‘What is this stuff?’ the redhead asked, nervous despite herself. She seemed to be one of those cool and aloof girls – never wanting to speak too much in case she got caught out saying anything stupid.
‘It’s cocaine’ said John ’and the lemons are covered in crushed-up ecstasy. The whiskey is just whiskey, but I still rate that the most dangerous.’
‘It’s okay, Sarah’ said Emma, balancing the cocaine ’my sister did it before and said it was great.’
‘Well, let’s do it shall we?’ said John, sitting down between the two girls, feeling their warm bodies resting against his ‘first lick the cocaine, then the shot, then the lemon.’
After a momentary hesitation the two girls went for it. With grimaces and squeals they did it all, slamming the shot glasses down in the table and collapsing onto John, laughing with the triple whammy of highs. John laughed with them, enjoying the feeling of the two girls’ hands touching him, and felt himself get hard as Emma moved her hand onto his inner thigh and stroked her fingers up and down.
‘That was amazing!’ screamed Emma to her friend ’I could do another one right now!’
‘Easy now’ said John ’there’s plenty of time for that later.’
‘So what will we do in the meantime?’ asked Emma, staring at him and squeezing the inside of his thigh playfully. The instant hit of the two drugs and the drink had already gotten the girls giddy and loosened up.
‘I dunno’ said John ‘we could play a game…’
‘What sort of game?’ asked Emma. She asked in a way that all three knew what type of game she was suggesting.
‘What about a kissing game?’ said the redhead. John liked where this was going.
‘Kissing games are lame!’ said the blonde, giggling ‘that’s for kids’
‘Well, y’know’ said the redhead, looking at her friend with a grin ‘Emma here gives a great blowjob, or so I‘ve heard…’
‘Sarah!’ shouted Emma, looking genuinely angry ’You know not to say that!’
‘It’s true!’ said Sarah ’I heard you and Anna…’
‘Anna?!’ exclaimed John ’As in my sister?’
Emma raised her eyebrows and looked at John. Her demeanour had changed. A second ago, she was looking daggers at her friend, now she seemed to have decided something.
‘That doesn’t matter, it’s not true. Anyway’ she said, looking at her friend ‘you’re just saying that because you’ve never even been with a boy before’
‘Yes I have!’ said Sarah. The drugs had seemed to loosen her up. She had been suspicious of John at the start, now she didn’t seem to give a shit.
‘Prove it then’ demanded Emma.
‘How the fuck am I supposed to do that?’ asked the redhead, crossing her arms to her chest.
‘Suck his dick. Right now. That’s the game. Whoever makes him cum first is the winner’ responded Emma. John sat, not wanting to say a word in case he fucked this opportunity up.
‘Okay, fine’ said the redhead. John couldn’t help notice that she was eyeing the bulge in his trousers. She looked John in the eye and moved closer to him, thrusting her hand into his trousers and grabbing his cock before whispering in his ear ‘and who say’s I’m sixteen anyway?’
On the other side, Emma began to unbutton his jeans hurriedly, getting frustrated at even the slightest delay. John’s nearly nine inch cock sprung out and the two girls stopped for a moment to gaze at it.
‘Oh my god’ said Sarah as she gingerly wrapped her right hand around the shaft ’I’ve never seen anything so big…’
‘Too much for you, eh?’ he said jokingly, but the girl just smiled and lowered her head to his chest. He felt her long red hair fall onto his lower body and then the warm touch of her mouth as she began to engulf his cock. The blonde stared at her friend, breathing heavily as she brushed the girls’ hair to the side so she could see the action.
John grabbed her by the back of the neck, pulling her towards her and kissing her deeply. The little girls tongue darted around his mouth as she pressed against him, while Sarah spat on his cock and began jerking it. Her lips worked the head while her hands slowly milked his cock and massaged his balls. Even in his increasingly horny state John realised that the girl had skills, despite what her friend had said.
Soon Emma couldn’t keep herself and the blonde dropped to the floor beside her friend.
‘C’mon’ she said, watching her friend ‘you can go deeper.’ With that she began to push her friends head from behind down onto John, causing her to gag harder and her eyes to open even wider. ‘That’s it, take it in, take it all in.’ Despite her best efforts, there was no way the redhead could fit it all on her own, so the blonde took a different approach.
She moved her face towards John, taking off his top, kissing him lightly before whispering ’Fuck her face, fuck it like it was her pussy. I know her, she pretends she’s a little angel but I know she’s nothing but a fucking whore.’
The little redhead whimpered and for the first time looked away at John and towards her friend. For a moment it looked like she would pull her head back but John grabbed her at the back of the hand and said ‘You heard what your friend said, I have to fuck your little whore face.’
With that he began pumping his cock into her mouth. He felt her trying to pull away but that only made him rougher, lifting up off the couch as he quickened the pace. Even with that she couldn’t take it all, but Emma raised the stakes. She moved behind Sarah and lifted John’s legs so they wrapped around the back of her head. He began pulling his legs towards him while pumping his cock down the girls’ throat. The little redhead was gagging hard, her head locked into place, while her cheeks went red as she felt his massive cock fuck her throat.
‘You like that, bitch?’ demanded Emma as her friends’ mascara began to flow down her face ’You fucking cunt, you told everyone that we sucked those guys’ dicks just because you wanted everyone to remember your dumb little party, didn’t you? For the last year everyone’s been laughing behind my back, and you two faced little whore just kept smiling and pretending it wasn‘t you – I know it was you!’
John saw the look of rage on the blondes’ face, but quite frankly couldn’t have given a shit; this little beauty was about to make him cum any second. It didn’t matter to him if this was all to get revenge for some teenage gossip. With a final push, he slammed his cock all the way down her throat, the girls’ eyes meeting his with a look of what John thought was pure terror.
It was only when he released the girl and moved his legs that he saw that she had been feeling her pussy the whole time, reaching her hands under her dress. She sat back, breathless, fingering herself violently to orgasm as Emma reached around, feeling her tits through her top and slapping them through the fabric.
He stood up off the couch and began to jerk his cock to cum over these two sluts’ faces, knowing that they were going to get the full load. It was at that moment that he heard a voice from the door.
‘Emma! No! Not my fucking brother!’
It was his sister, Anna. She stood there; her hands on her hips watching the scene unfold. The two girls looked up at her, still heaving and touching themselves and each other. John stood there, facing his younger sister, but continued to stroke his cock. He saw her hesitate, staring at his manhood. Before she could help herself, John saw her lick her lips.
There was only one thing to do. John turned and walked slowly towards his sister, his cock sticking high into the air. At first she took a step back but then remained stock still as he reached her. Moving behind her, he rested his hands on either of her arms and began kissing her neck.
‘John… I’ve… I never meant this… oh, fuck…’ she whispered, but the soft moan betrayed her as he lightly kissed her neck. He began to unzip the billowy dress and let it drop to the floor, revealing her real party outfit. Not for the first time in his life, John looked on his baby sisters’ body in awe, but this time she had even out done herself.
She wore a short tartan skirt that was frayed at the bottom as if she had cut it even shorter herself. A black fishnet top barely covered her body, riding high at the back and low at the front with the stockings continuing down the sleeves ending with a triangle at the hand. A black bra covered her c-cup breasts and she stood taller than her small frame from black high-heels.
‘Jesus’ he said ‘what were you planning to do at that disco tonight?’
He stood back a moment and soaked in her body. Their mother was Spanish and it showed on her daughter, her olive skin covering a frame that had curves in all the right places. Her slim waist led to an ass that seemed to defy gravity, pert and full, pushing the skirt even higher, while her dark hair flowed down the curve of her arched back. She looked over her shoulders and her eyes rested on her brothers.
‘Do you really think I look sexy?’ she asked shyly, biting her bottom lip.
He couldn’t even respond, instead moving behind her and wrapping his arms around her waist, kissing her neck and her shoulders. He moved his cock in between her legs, and she squeezed her thighs together, reveling in the feeling of her brothers’ dick pushing against her pussy. She moaned again as he turned her around, stared at her straight in the eyes before gently kissing her upper lip. Soon they were kissing deeply and passionately, now seemingly unaware even of the other two girls in the room.
Emma and Sarah hadn’t been watching the two siblings idly however, both were touching and kissing each other too, the effects of the drugs taking hold over their bodies. The blonde was just in her bra and a g-string, while the other had kept her figure hugging dress on.
Anna reached down and took her big brothers’ cock in her hand, starting to stroke it up and down as they kissed.
‘Do you want this?’ she asked seductively, but with a hint of fear in her voice.
‘I’ve always wanted this, sis, always’
John, fearing he was set to burst, picked his sister up and lay her on the couch. The two girls moved towards them, the redhead crawling across the floor before stopping at the couch. On all fours, she arched her ass into the air, stretching the fabric of her dress to breaking point.
‘Hello’ said Emma, smirking over Anna’s body. ‘Don’t worry, we won’t tell anybody, as long as you don’t tell about us two of course.’ She rubbed Anna’s right breast with her fingers, twisting the nipple roughly through the top. ‘Y’know, I was going to get my revenge on that little bitch over there tonight, but this is a lot more interesting.’
The blonde bent around and starting sucking deeply on John’s cock which had been resting against his sisters’ shaved pussy.
‘Not yet’, the little blonde smirked ‘we haven’t finished the game yet’.
He began to take off his sisters’ panties with one hand while he used the other one to reach out and feel the redheads’ ass. His sister began kissing Sarah, their tongues reaching out to meet each other. After a moment, Emma released his dick and looked at John.
‘I want you to fuck that little whore before you fuck me and your sister. And make sure you pound the little bitch; she deserves it after all the shit she’s been saying about us’ she said simply. He looked at his sister who seemed to nod in agreement and he moved behind the redhead and began touching her ass through the dress.
‘Spank her, you fucker’ demanded Emma, and John obliged willingly. Sarah groaned as he started to spank her hard, moving her dress away to expose her tiny ass. He moved his cock into position and pushed against her pussy opening. He stopped for a moment before looking at the blonde who was watching the scene unfold.
‘What the fuck are you staring at?’ he asked, gesturing towards his sister at Emma ‘lick her pussy you little cunt.’
Obviously, Emma liked being ordered about as well, because she immediately moved towards his sister, slowly slid off her panties, reached below her skirt and began to feel Anna’s pussy. She started to moan in pleasure as Emma started to push her tongue against her clit, moving in circles while fucking her with two fingers.
John couldn’t take it any longer; watching his younger sister getting licked-out made his dick bigger than ever and he started to shove his cock inside the little redheads’ pussy, getting progressively more turned on as it went further in. He felt her tight pussy clamp over his cock. He started to loosen her up, sliding in and out of her faster and faster.
‘Oh fuck yeah’ she whimpered ‘that feels so fucking big inside me… harder… fuck me harder…’
He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her face back towards his own. Moving his hands around her front, he pulled the dress down, exposing her tits, and he used his right hand to feel her body while his left kept her hair pulled back. He quickened the pace, fucking her harder and faster. The girl squealed in pain as he pumped her pussy as fast as he could while his sister began to orgasm on the couch, her body arching in pleasure as the blonde quickened her pace.
He tried to take the whole scene in; his sister groaning loudly, her slim body gyrating against the blonde girls’ mouth. She still had most of her clothes on and John was desperate to finally see those tits that he had fantasised for so long about. Emma seemed to read her mind, reaching up and pushing the bra over her breasts before his sister finished the job. He could see her nipples poking out from behind the fishnet top and he began fucking the redhead even harder; her body began to move away with the force, making him grab her around the hips and pulling her pussy onto his cock.
The little blonde moved away from his sisters’ pussy and began sucking on her tits, eventually kissing her deeply.
‘Do you like watching your brother fucking your friend? Is it turning you on?’
John and Anna’s eyes met. She licked her lips as the blonde started fucking her pussy with two fingers.
‘I fucking love it…’ she almost whispered.
‘You want his big cock inside you?’
‘Yes, more than anything’ she moaned, as John continued to pound the young redhead.
The redheads’ body was starting to shake and her pussy seemed to be almost vibrating. John decided to send her over the edge; he reached out to the table with one hand and took a pinch of ecstasy before shoving it under the girls’ nose. She sniffed it in deeply without really knowing what it was. She screamed at the combined feeling and her body began shaking violently. John could feel a pressure building up against his cock, pushing it back out. The redhead was squirting, her orgasm spilling out onto the floor.
‘Wow, you really are a little whore!’ said the blonde, grabbing the redheads’ face roughly. The girls’ eyes were still rolling up towards the sky, her legs shaking with the force of the orgasm. ‘Now make yourself useful’ she said, pushing the girl towards John’s sister lying on the couch. She made Anna go down on all fours on the couch, spanking her ass to make sure she stuck it out high enough in the air. She seemed to become entranced with his sisters’ ass, rubbing fingers down and around it before sticking them into her tight, inviting pussy.
‘Your sister is incredible’ she said, allowing herself a deep and long lick along her pussy lips and to her asshole. John couldn’t agree more and smiled at his sister as she looked at him over her shoulder. He made a move towards her, unable to help himself anymore.
‘Down boy!’ Emma cried, playfully smacking his cock ‘I need cock now’. She again grabbed the redhead by the hair and positioned her behind his sister and demanded that she eat her asshole.
No matter how much he wanted his sister, John was looking forward to this. The little blonde was practically vibrating sluttiness, her every body movement aimed at getting pleasure. He decided to play her at her own game. He grabbed her hair.
‘So who’s the real slut here, eh?’ he asked, moving his other hand down to her pussy. ‘You want my cock? You want me to fuck your little pussy?’
‘Oh fuck yeah’ she groaned ‘make me your fucking whore!’
He moved everything off the table and, picking the blonde up, dumped her onto the surface and spread her legs wide. He began licking the inside of her leg, moving along her smooth skin and breathing in the smell of this hot little slut. She kept pushing her pussy towards his mouth, desperate for him to lick her wet pussy, but he wouldn’t give her the pleasure, not just yet.
‘Beg me for it, you little bitch. Beg daddy for his cock.’
‘Please! Please fuck me! I need it!’
‘You didn’t fucking listen, you whore’ he hissed at her, smacking her tits roughly ‘I said beg Daddy for his cock.’
‘I’m sorry! Please Daddy, please fuck my pussy! It’s so wet… please!’
‘Not good enough now’ he said harshly.
He moved to the head of the table and pushed his balls into her face. He could feel her breathing in the scent deeply and he let his whole weight dropping onto her face, making her go red with the lack of air. He put his hands around the back of her head and lifted it towards him, positioning his cock against her lips.
‘Open wide for Daddy’
She tentatively opened her mouth and he shoved his cock in deeply causing her to gag against his thrust. Deciding she needed a dose of her own medicine, John began fucking her mouth roughly, feeling his cock slide down her throat. Watching the young girls’ eyes bulge and his cock disappear into his mouth nearly made him cum, but he wanted to keep that for as long as possible. Before he finished, he grabbed her behind the head with both hands and began fucking her face as hard as she could. The little blonde girl started to gag wildly, using her hands to try and push him off her.
‘Oh fuck’ she gasped, gulping for air, before regaining her composure and asking with a smiled ‘so, do I win the game?’
John smiled back. That’s better, he said, grabbing her legs again and spreading them wide. He rested the cock at the top of her pussy for a moment and looked at her, waiting.
‘Please Daddy’ she almost whimpered ‘please fuck me…’
With that, he shoved his cock as deeply as he could into the little blonde. He could only force it halfway, but even with that the girl screamed loudly, reaching out both hands to grab onto anything as her body rocked against his thrusts.
John used his weight to force more of his cock inside her tight pussy before pulling it back out and starting to get into a rhythm. The little girl squirmed beneath him, her body trying to take in his cock. He looked across at his sister who had her head rested sideways on the arm of the couch, groaning loudly as the redhead lapped at her ass hole. She reached down with her own hand and began rubbing her clit to orgasm, watching her brother fuck her best friend.
‘You want it, sis?’ he said, grabbing the blonde by the thighs and pulling her onto his cock, his full length going in and out of the small girl.
She almost couldn’t respond, instead biting her bottom lip and groaning. ‘I want it so bad, so fucking bad. Fuck me… stick your cock inside me…’
‘What do you want me to do to you’
‘I want you to fuck me… I want you to fill my little pussy… I want… I want… I want you to hurt me…’
With that, John pushed away from the blonde. Moving to the couch, he grabbed Sarah and pushed her away, the little redhead falling to the floor, naked and panting.
John began feeling his sisters’ ass, pulling the tartan skirt down and past her high heels. Resting his cock against her ass, he pulled her by her breasts towards him. Her head reaching behind, they met in a deep and passionate kiss. He moved his hand down to her pussy and began rubbing her clit, making her groan into his mouth, while she reached around and grabbed his cock.
‘Are you going to fuck me, big brother? Are you going to fuck your little sister?’
Listening to his little sister talk dirty broke any doubts that John may still have had. He pulled her fishnet top over her head, leaving her naked except for her high heels. He took one long feel of her body, resting on the curve of her back and pushing it down so her ass stuck up into the air. He began rubbing the tip of his cock along her pussy, pushing it upwards and feeling her wetness.
‘Tell me what you want me to do to you, little sis’
She looked around again and pulled his face towards hers. To his surprise, she had a look of real seriousness on her face.
‘Please, John. I’ve always wanted to be used, my boyfriend, he’s not… I just want to be fucked. I want you to hurt me, to use me, do anything you want with me…’
He understood, but he couldn’t bring himself to be rough with her just yet. He kissed her again, feeling her smooth body with his hands. He pushed her head back onto the couch and moved his cock to the entrance of her pussy. He could feel the warmth emanating from it, begging for him to be inside her.
He pushed inside, feeling her pussy clamping down on his cock. It was so tight he could barely fit it inside her but the feeling of fucking his little sister was immense. He had never felt anything like it. He didn’t even notice the two other girls moving to the two siblings’ side to watch them fuck each other.
Emma wriggled underneath his sister, her legs coming around and locking John against Anna, plunging his cock even deeper inside her. Sarah got on all fours and brought her head down beneath him and began sucking on his balls, taking them into his mouth.
‘You dirty little sluts. You dirty little fucking sluts’ he gasped, almost in disbelief.
With that, John decided to treat his sister like she wanted him to. He got a purchase on her hips, thrusting inside her and holding it one more time. He then pulled out until only the tip rested inside her.
‘Oh God, fuck me big brother, fuck me like I always wanted you to’
He violently thrusted his cock all the way in, making her scream with pain and pleasure. Squeezing her hips tightly, he began to fuck her hard, roughly pounding his little sisters’ cunt.
‘Is that what you want, you little cunt? You want your own brother to fuck you?’
‘Yes, fuck me! Fuck your sister! It’s your pussy, fuck your pussy!’
He could feel her on the edge of an orgasm already, her little body shaking against his. Even with this, she still began to push back against him, their two bodies working together so they could feel themselves inside each other, the taboo heightening every sense.
After only what seemed like moments, John felt his sister convulse in an orgasm that rocked her body. She screamed loudly and bit the sheets at the end of the couch, her ass shaking as her brothers’ cock continued to thrust in and out of her.
The blonde by now was licking her lips and thrusting against his sister in an almost sexual frenzy, pulling Anna’s mouth towards her tits. John saw her hand reach down and feel her own clit, trying to watch John’s cock go in and out of his sister.
‘Oh my God’ she said in an almost awed voice ‘this is so fucking hot.’ She stopped and looked at John. ‘Fuck me too, please fuck me!’
John looked down to see the blonde raising her pussy off the couch, touching it against his sisters. He pulled out and began to fuck the blonde underneath, sending her into an almost immediate orgasm.
‘Oh yes Daddy, fuck your baby girls’ pussy!’ she screamed, bringing his sisters’ face up to hers ‘Your brothers’ cock feels so fucking good inside me… it’s so big.. you’re not allowed to have it back…’
His sister didn’t take kindly to that, pushing the girls face and slapping her roughly.
‘He’s mine you little bitch!’ and then spat on her face. This only seemed to turn the blonde girl on even more.
The two girls wrestled for a moment, before John grabbed his sisters’ hair and pulled her up from the blonde. The redhead stayed on the floor, looking up at the three on the couch with a look of total submission, fingering her pussy as mascara continued to run down her pretty face. John decided to deal with her later. First came his sister.
‘You know you shouldn’t be fighting!’ he shouted in his sisters’ ear ‘you’re going to have to be punished now.’
She smiled defiantly, drool running out of her mouth. He reached down and spread her ass wide open, pushing his cock against the small opening. For the first time, she started to have a look of fear on her face.
‘John… I’ve never…’
He didn’t wait for her to finish, pushing his cock inside roughly. He could only get an inch or two in it was so tight, but the look on his sisters’ face gave him all the encouragement he needed. She seemed to be lost in her own little world, oblivious to Emma twisting her nipples in revenge.
‘You take what I give you, little sister. All of you is mine. All of you.’
Never before had he fucked a girl that like. He was like a madman, pounding his little sister from behind for all he was worth, ignoring her screaming, knowing she was more turned on than ever before because he saw her grab the blondes’ hand and pressing it against her pussy as her ass was violated.
The blonde began to move more and more of her fingers into John’s sisters’ pussy, and he encouraged her to do her worst.
‘Fist the little whore. Fist my little whore sister while I fuck her virgin ass.’
Anna began to have wave after wave of orgasms, hitting her like a hurricane. She stopped moving as her friend and her brother filled her holes. She felt the little girls’ fist fuck her and her brother pushing all his nine inch cock inside her ass. She collapsed in a final orgasm, dropping like a dead weight onto the blonde.
John turned her over and pulled her up. He looked into his sisters’ face and knew that he had done what she had wanted. She seemed to come out of a daze and looked at her brother.
‘Are you going to give me your cum now, big brother?’ she asked as the little blonde moved beside her.
He pushed his cock into his sisters’ mouth for the first time, feeling her warm, big lips as he grabbed her by the back of the hair while she deep throated him.
‘That’s it’ he said ‘taste your ass, sis. Do you like the taste of your slut ass?’
Finally, he let himself go, pulling out and releasing load after load onto his little sister, letting it splash onto her eyes and cheeks before letting the final stream into her inviting mouth. She let it drool out of her mouth, the blonde licking it off her face and the two meeting in a kiss, swapping the warm cum between them.
‘Mmmm’ said his sister ‘that was fun…’
‘Yeah it was’ said the blonde, millimetres from her face. She kissed her again lightly on the lips, a stream of cum connecting the two as they moved away from each other, before pointing to the redhead and asking ‘but what are we going to do with this little bitch? She’s bound to shoot her slut mouth off.’
‘I won’t tell!’ Sarah shouted ‘I promise!’
Anna smiled up at her big brother before responding ‘I dunno, you told about me and Emma and those two guys, so why won’t you tell anybody about this?’
‘I swear! I really won’t tell!’
John decided to take the situation in hand. ‘I know what to do’ he said ‘Anna, get your camera phone.’ He picked up the redhead and led her into the shower, making her kneel on the floor.
‘You rolling?’ he asked his sister, who nodded mischievously.
With that, he took his dick out and unleashed a stream of warm piss all over the redhead, who seemed to be resigned to her fate.
‘Who’s the slut now?!’ said Emma, standing behind Anna with her arms wrapped around her.
‘Open your mouth’ John demanded, and Sarah opened her mouth and let the piss roll flow into her mouth and down her throat. John was surprised when he saw the girl reach down and feel her pussy as he humiliated her in front of her friends. She was a keeper, he decided. When he had finished he put on the shower and water began to wash over the young girl. ‘Clean her up’ he said, pointing to Emma ‘we’re not done with her yet.’
He pulled his sister towards her and walked back into the room. She kissed him deeply again, but this time lovingly. ‘I can’t wait until you do that to me’ she said seductively.
‘You have no idea the plans I have for you’ he said, spanking her ass and bending her over the arm of the couch. ‘You aren’t going to that disco anymore, I can tell you that much.’
Putting A Bitch In Her Place
Evan White was the happiest man in the world. He was about to marry the love of his life, Leila Powell. They met a couple of years back. It was like something straight out of a movie. The whole love at first sight story. He asked her out and she accepted. As they dated, he started to notice that he was falling in love with her and felt that she just might be the one. She was very beautiful. She was a brunette with a nice, firm, B cup and a killer ass. She was 5ft 5” and her face looked as if it had been carved by angels. For the record, she was even in a couple of beauty pageants and won most of them as well.
Everything in life was perfect for him. Except that there was one problem…
“Evan, please, you’re making a big mistake!” said Holly, a very good friend of his.
“She’ll just hurt you!” said Mia, another very good friend of his.
“Please Evan, we care about you” said Emily, the third of his very good friends.
… Holly, Mia and Emily don’t like Leila. These three girls are Evan’s closest friends and they do not approve of her. They were happy for Evan at first, but then as time started to pass. They all started to dislike Leila more and more.
“Please you three, not now” Evan said, tired of this.
“Please Evan, during the bachelorette party, she fucked the stripper!” Mia informed him.
“What?! She’d never do that!” Evan said, irritated.
“It’s true Evan” Holly said, siding with Mia.
“We saw her blow him and then they went off somewhere” Emily added.
Evan was tired of this. The more he dated Leila, the more his three friends complained about her. He took the situation as Leila and the three not liking each other, but for his sake, they dealt with it. It was exactly that. However, he was fed up with this. He just couldn’t take it anymore; he never believed that they’d stoop so low as to lie to him about this. He couldn’t believe they’d do such a thing.
Emily then said “She’s fake Evan, everything about her! Her eyes, her lips, her boobs!”
The other two joined in and immaturely started to call her fake as well.
Evan didn’t want to take this anymore. Emily was a very sweet girl and she was the shyest of is three friends. For her to say such a thing made him angry. What made it worse was the fact that she was such a nice person. He never would have expected that from her. Holly and Mia joining her just added to his anger and irritation.
“No! She’s perfect! She is NOT fake, her eyes, her lips, nothing is fake! And for the record, her boobs aren’t fake either!!! I’ve touched them!”
“Eww gross” Mia and Holly said.
“I didn’t need to know that” Emily said in a disgusted manner.
Now Evan was pissed.
“You know what Emily! You’re just jealous of her! You’re just calling her fake because she’s beautiful and has boobs you never could have!!!”
“Evan!” Mia said.
Holly was quiet, she didn’t know what to say. That was low. She and Mia, AND Evan knew that Emily was very sensitive about her breast size. So Emily had never been in a beauty pageant, but she was still very attractive. She was a B cup, but unlike Leila, they were borderline A’s. However, what made up for that was her ass and face. Her ass, in Holly and Mia’s honest opinions, could give Leila a run for her money. Her face was very sweet and innocent, which made her very cute. She had nice green eyes and straight jet black hair that went down to just below her shoulder blades. She had a shy nerdy personality, white skin, and always wore those thick black nerdy glasses to go with her personality, but that’s what added to her cute look. What also adds to that was that she wasn’t even that tall compared to everyone else. She was only 5ft.
Holly herself was very attractive as well. She was a beautiful blond with blue eyes and a very adventurous personality. She was 5ft 5” like Leila and although she couldn’t compete with Leila when it came to ass, her breasts beat her without question. She had a nice C cup.
Mia too was a very attractive woman. She was a gorgeous redhead with a magnificent C cup and lovely ass. However, like Holly, she couldn’t compete with Leila when it came to ass. The only thing she could beat her at was cup size. She also had mesmerizing hazel eyes and was 5ft 4”.
Evan was so angry now that he didn’t care about what he said.
“If you three are truly my friends, you’d be happy for me! Be there for me, or leave. And don’t you dare do anything to ruin today!”
Evan looked at them. Emily looked like she was about to cry and Mia and Holly looked, and most likely were, angry at him for that. He just turned and went to get ready.
At the wedding
“Do you, Leila Powell, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?”
“I do” Leila said with a smile.
“And do you, Evan White, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?”
“I do” Evan said happily.
“If anyone can show just cause why this couple cannot be legally joined in marriage, let them speak now or forever hold their peace.”
Evan was nervous. He trusted his three close friends not to interfere, but after their fight, he wasn’t so sure. He looked out into the crowd, but he couldn’t find them. They weren’t there.
But then again, it was pretty messed up of him to say that to Emily. Immediately after he had calmed down, he felt so guilty for saying that to her. He knew how much she hated the fact that she was so small ‘up there’. He decided that he’ll apologize after the honeymoon to amend the fight he had with his three close friends. But for now, he wanted to focus on what was happening at this moment. He shouldn’t be unhappy on his wedding day. He shouldn’t let anything ruin this wonderful, unforgettable day.
“I now pronounce you man and wife, you may kiss the bride”
Evan kissed his beautiful bride and he felt that nothing could make this day any better. Later, after the reception, it was time for their honeymoon to officially start. Evan carried his bride to the bed. She giggled as he tossed her onto it.
“I’m gonna fuck you ‘til you can’t walk straight”
“Oh no! you’re gonna to put your big fat cock in my poor, tight little pussy?” Leila said in a playful tone.
Evan climbed on top of her and kissed her passionately. She starts pressing her tongue against his lips and he opens them. Their tongues play together in each other’s mouths. Evan then starts to press his erection against her groin.
“Oh! Evan! I want you inside me!”
Evan stripped off his clothes and Leila did the same. Within seconds, Evan was standing there, naked in front of his new wife. Leila was laying there in front of him, showing him everything. While she laid there, she was admiring his masculine features. He husband was a handsome 6ft man with six pack abs, a muscular chest and shoulders, and a very attractive face. She then spreads her legs to show him her pussy, to offer it to him. She starts to fondle her breasts as she smiled at him.
“Get on top of me and fuck me!”
Evan quickly got on the bed, on top of Leila and kissed her while he was starting to poke at her entrance. He looked into her eyes lovingly. She gave him a smile. They enjoy the moment of intimate eye contact. Then,
“Oh fuck!” Leila gasped.
Evan was inside her. She grabbed his head with both hands and kissed him. He easily slipped in with her wetness. Evan couldn’t have been happier. Leila gave him such a warm, loving look into his eyes while giving his cock such a warm, wet, smooth grip.
He started to pull out of her slowly. Once he had everything but the tip of his cock out, he slid his whole shaft back in her. She moaned in pleasure and started to kiss his neck. He continued this again a couple of times, then he started to pick up the pace. Leila clung to him more as he started to fuck her harder and faster.
“Oh Evan! Evan!”
He kept fucking her for almost 30 minutes, but then she asked him,
“Babe, can I be on top now?”
Evan then got off Leila and laid down next to her. She got up and started to kneel with both her knees next to each side of Evan’s six pack. She grabbed his cock and guided it to her lips. Once she felt the tip at her entrance, she sat her weight down on his cock. It slipped in and she immediately started to bounce on his cock. Her hands were placed on his chest.
“Ah Leila, I love you!”
“Oh fuck, this is fucking amazing!”
Evan then grabbed Leila’s breasts and started to play with them. She took her hands off his chest and put them on his hands as he squeezed her breasts. They continued this for another 30 minutes until Evan asked her,
“Babe, can we do it doggie style?” in a passive tone.
He knew Leila never liked that position and thus never gave him the opportunity to try it. So, he asked in a passive tone in hopes that she would agree, with the help of her ecstasy now. It was their honeymoon, it would be wonderful if he could take her that way.
“No! Baby, I’m not some bitch!”
“Okay honey… Can we 69?”
“Uh… I would love to, but it’s already inside me, I don’t wanna taste myself”
“Alright babe, that’s okay”
‘Damn, oh well, it was worth a shot’ Evan thought to himself.
They continued to do this for one more hour until,
“Oh Evan, I’m gonna cum!”
Leila rode Evan’s cock faster as she was about to climax.
“Oh fuck!” Leila yelled as she came on Evan’s cock.
Here vaginal walls were constricting around his cock, massaging him to climax. Evan came not too long after Leila. Filling her pussy with his seed. Leila could feel it shooting inside her. It was warm and felt amazing. He filled her pussy so much that it was leaking out of her while he was still inside her. The newlyweds laid there in bed, ready to pass out together and drift to sleep. Leila fell asleep in a few seconds. However, Evan was still bothered by what had happened between him and his friends.
He decided to text them a group apology:
-I’m sorry about how I acted & what I said
-especially 2 u emily
-it was uncalled 4 & completely unnecessary
Evan waited for a bit, but there was still no answer. He knew he said something he’d end up regretting. After a couple of suspenseful minutes, he felt his phone vibrate in his hand. It was Mia:
-friends fight all da time
-we still luv u
-I’m sorry 2
Phew, Mia’s good. What about Holly and Emily? Soon enough, his phone vibrated again. It was Holly this time:
-it was a stupid fight
-its ok though
-I’m sorry 2
Mia and Holly were good. But what about Emily? She was the one that he hurt out of anger. Evan waited and waited, but there was still no text. Evan finally fell asleep waiting for the text. Right when he lost consciousness, his phone vibrated:
-its ok Evan
-its my fault 4 making u mad
-goodnight & have fun
After the honeymoon, Evan and Leila got a new house that was two stories with beautiful, elegant décor. With the fancy furniture, it appeared as if one was in a mansion. There was even an indoor hot tub. Things couldn’t be better and more in order as Evan could have hoped…
… or so he thought.
Over the course of a year, Leila started becoming less interested in sex with Evan. She would often pull the whole ‘Not right now, I’m not in the mood’ or ‘All you want from me is sex’ card. As sex became less frequent, Evan became less happy. Other factors that contributed to Evan’s unhappiness were that Leila, over time, mistreated and underappreciated him more and more as the months passed.
He was the cook of the house and she would always be grateful to him during the time when they dated. But now, after they married, Leila would just eat without saying anything to him sometimes. Evan sometimes felt that, in Leila’s eyes, he was no different than the coffee maker, fridge or toaster. Like he was just another tool for her to use.
Evan was also the one who paid for their expenses. He was the one who paid for their new house. Leila did not even chip in a penny. Evan didn’t want her to, but she never showed any interest of mutualism. As month after month passed, Leila completely disregarded her financial dependence on Evan more and more.
Leila also became an overly jealous spouse. It was to the point where she didn’t allow Holly, Mia, or Emily around their home. Evan would have to meet them somewhere. Yet, Evan never complained once when she found an actor or model to be cute. She was becoming a real bitch. However, Evan was too blinded by love to see or care about that.
Whenever he would spend time with Holly, Mia and Emily, they’d tell him that there was nothing wrong with wanting sex from your wife when you haven’t been having sex recently. Many times, the girls would tell him that she’s being an unfair bitch. Evan didn’t really listen to them, thinking their thoughts were too bias from their opinion on her.
‘I didn’t get married just to get a divorce a year later because I’m “impatient” with sex’ Evan would think to himself.
One day, Evan came home. He heard moaning in the bedroom. It sounded like Leila. He went upstairs and got to the door of their bedroom. Evan opened the door…
“Oh Brad, oh fuck! Yes, fuck me!” Leila moaned.
‘Brad’ saw Evan and told Leila to stop. She turns to see Evan,
“Oh my God! Evan!”
“WHAT THE FUCK LEILA!!!”
Leila got up to walk to Evan. He turned around to leave before he loses control of himself and literally kills ‘Brad’ and ends up in jail for murder. Evan stormed down the stairs, not wanting to even look at Leila. He felt her hand on his shoulder.
“DON’T TOUCH ME!!!”
He shrugged her hand off his shoulder and got in his car.
“Wait, Evan, please!”
The engine goes off and his tires screech as he pulls out of his house fast. He couldn’t think straight. Did he really see what he just saw? Was this real? Or just a bad nightmare? Never did he expect to come home to find this. His phone rang.
RING! RING! RING!
It was Leila. Ignore. Evan continued to drive down to nowhere. He didn’t know what to do, where to go, what to think. All that was in him was pain and anger.
Leila had Brad leave from her home. She tried to call Evan several times, but he didn’t pick up. After several hours, he returned home. He opened the door and had eye contact with her for a brief moment. She had no idea where he had been, but she could pretty much guess. He smelled like alcohol and cigarettes. He had been drinking. In Evan’s eyes, there was sorrow and anger. In Leila’s there was regret. Evan headed upstairs to bed. Leila was afraid that he would divorce her, so she slept on the couch.
The morning after, Leila made a fancy breakfast and coffee for Evan. She was truly sorry for hurting him. Evan was in the shower during this time, just staring forward at nothing, with nothing in his mind but ‘this isn’t happening’ or ‘why is this happening?’ As he got out of the shower, he changed for work and went downstairs. He could smell coffee with bacon, eggs and other delicious foods he loved in the morning. He headed to the kitchen to see that Leila made him breakfast. Something she hadn’t done in almost a year.
“Evan, I’m sorry, I know that there is no way for me to make it up to you. But please believe me when I say that I never wanted to hurt you. I regret what I did. Please, forgive me.” Leila said weeping.
Evan had finally had some time to think. In the end, because he had such a good heart and forgiving nature, he decided to forgive her. They talked for a long time. After they finished talking, she served him breakfast as if he was a customer in a diner and she was his waitress. She did all she could to show him she was sorry. She was even ready to give him sex, but he had to go to work. He was already late. He headed out the door and Leila kissed him goodbye. Evan drove away and Leila had an evil grin of triumph on her face.
As months passed again, Leila became less affectionate towards Evan again. Their sex life was going back the way it was before he caught her cheating. Holly, Mia and Emily never found out about the incident. Evan figured it would be best for him to not mention it. It was bad enough they were already on bad terms with his wife. If they found out about this, they would probably kill her. Within a few months, the way Leila treated Evan was back to normal. She did not give him sex, she continued to underappreciate him. However, worst of all, she continued to deceive him. Not too long after her behavior went back, Evan caught her again.
On Leila’s birthday, Evan bought her an extremely beautiful and expensive grand piano. It cost him in the tens of thousands. But nothing was too good for his beautiful wife, his love. He decided to go home and relax since he didn’t have any more meetings today. And then, he heard something he always feared of hearing again. There was moaning coming from upstairs. Evan walked up in horror. Hearing his wife moan again like how she did those many months ago. He slowly opened the door. It was that Brad guy again. They stopped the moment Evan opened the door.
Evan’s eyes start to water from the sorrow and pain that immediately hit him. She had hurt him again. Leila could see he was about to cry. Evan turned so they wouldn’t see him cry. He once again stormed down the stairs and drove off again enraged. The painful memory was repeated again. He felt like such a fool to trust her again. Evan kept driving away, with many thoughts in his head. All evolving into more and more dark negative thoughts.
How could she do this again? After showing her how forgiving I was? I love her, spoil her, do anything to make her happy! Why are my efforts all for nothing? …
Why is this happening? Why am I being repaid like this? What did I do to deserve this? …
Why do I suck? What am I doing existing? Why should I still live? Why…
RING! RING! RING!
He knew it was Leila, he knew she was going to call. He looked at the phone. It was Mia.
‘I can’t pick it up’. He let it ring until it stopped. ‘I’m sorry Mia, I’m just so depressed right now. I’m in a dark place’.
Evan continued to feel his pain and sorry crush him. The last time, he never talked to anyone about it. Now, he had been hurt again and would have to deal with not telling anyone. ‘My close friends hate my wife… I WANNA DIE!!!’
RING! RING! RING!
“GOD FUCKING DAMN IT!!!”
Evan checked the phone, it was Mia again. Strange, it must be urgent.
“Hey Evan! There was a sale on Smirnoff! I wanted to share some Green Apple with you. I know it’s your favorite and all. I already gave Holly and Emily the flavors that they love. I wanted to give you some of yours”
Damn, talk about great timing for some alcohol. He couldn’t go there in his emotional condition, she’d surely know that Leila hurt him.
“Sorry Mia, I’m kinda busy and stressed out right now”
“Oh! All the more to get it, come on!”
“PLEASE MIA! Please! I’m busy…” Evan said while crying. He couldn’t hide it anymore.
“Evan? What’s wrong?! Are you okay?” Mia asked concerned.
“I’m fine” Evan said rashly as he tried to cover his pain.
“You don’t sound fine. You’ve looked horrible lately, the three of us are concerned, please Evan, come to my place so we can talk.”
“I’m fine” This time, it was even more obvious that he was in pain.
“Evan, please, please come to my place. It hurts me to know that you’re hurting.”
‘Fuck it, I’m gonna fucking drink my ass off. Fuck all this, fuck Leila and her birthday! She can take that piano I bought her and shove it’ Evan thought bitterly
“Okay, I’m coming over”
“See you here”
Evan drove to Mia’s place. He knocked and she quickly opened the door. He could already see the worry on her face. She could see that he had just finished crying in his car.
“Oh Evan! What happened?!”
“Can I please drink?”
Mia could tell from his voice that he just finished shedding tears.
“Sure, come in”
Mia brought out two shot glasses and started pouring Green Apple Smirnoff for her and Evan. He quickly gulped it down.
“Another!” he demanded.
Mia was unsure of what to make of his behavior. She’s never seen him in this bad of an emotional state. She poured him another shot.
“Coming right up”
After a while, Evan was feeling buzzed by the time he finished his 14th shot. He lost count after that. Mia had just as much. They kept drinking shots without thought, without care. After they had finished their last shots, they were quiet. Then, after a few minutes,
“I feel GOOD Mia…”
“Me too Evan… We are SOOO fucked up right now!”
“Evan what’s wrong?!” Mia was worried.
“Leila cheated on me!”
“Oh my God Evan! I’m so sorry!”
Mia got up to hug her friend. Evan started to cry and hug her back.
“I buy that bitch a fucking grand piano that’s fucking like $20,000 or some shit” Evan’s voice was slurred.
“That fucking bitch! She doesn’t deserve you!” Mia’s voice was slurred as well. She continued,
“Evan, I’m sorry but, once a cheater, always a cheater”
Evan explained what happened and told Mia all the details, including that it happened before. He cried and Mia gave him an empathetic look and just hugged him saying she was so sorry.
“Why didn’t you tell us?!”
“I was afraid you were gonna kill her” Evan said jokingly.
Mia took him seriously “What?! We’re not gonna kill her! We’ll fucking hate her more, but NOT kill her!”
Evan wanted to tell her he was joking, but he was too drunk to care. Before he knew it, after a lot of crying and name calling, they somehow both ended up on Mia’s couch. He was sitting down, looking forward, staring into nothing. All Evan could think about was how much Leila had hurt him. Mia had her arms around his left arm and leaned her head on his shoulder.
“That fucking bitch! Evan, if I was your wife, I’d please you every day and consider no other man but you!” Mia said with an even more slurred voice.
“Aww, thanks Mia, you’re so sweet. You know, she’s never even done pussy to mouth. She doesn’t like the taste of herself. Yet, she made me eat her out after I came inside her. I was never interested in that. I fucking hate that. I fucking hate the taste of my cum. And she has the nerve to ask me to swallow it. Also, she doesn’t even let me fuck her doggie style…”
Evan’s words were even more slurred.
“What a fucked up bitch! I’m sorry Evan… I would totally swallow your cum all day, every single time we had sex. I’d let you put it in my mouth after you just freshly fucked me”
Evan was too drunk to be in shock by Mia’s words. Instead, he got aroused from the idea. Maybe not necessarily from Mia, she was his good friend. Just the thought of a beautiful woman giving him head after he’d fuck her made him aroused. He then noticed that his ‘good friend’ had given him an erection. Mia’s hand accidentally brushed against his crouch. She felt his hardness.
“Oh… Evan… Uh…”
Evan looked down to see he had an erection and quickly tried to hide it.
“Oh my God Mia, I’m so sorry, I…”
He looked at Mia, she wasn’t angry or disgusted, she just looked into his eyes. Her expression was hard to decipher.
‘Her eyes are so beautiful… hazel eyes… wait, come to think of it, Mia’s just beautiful all around… her red hair really goes well with her eyes… I’ve never truly noticed how attractive she was…’
Mia closed her eyes and pressed her lips against Evan’s. They both started kissing passionately. She started to put her tongue in his mouth. So he put his in hers. She then started to take off her T-shirt and then her skirt. She saw Evan taking his shirt off, so she helped him. She kissed his muscular chest as he took off his shirt. Once Mia got a full view of Evan’s torso, she thought to herself,
‘Wow! He still kept himself in shape!’
Right when his shirt came off, she assaulted his lips again.
“Oh Evan, please make love to me!”
‘Make love? Never in my marriage with Leila, did she ever say something so tender and romantic when it came to sex… fuck it, I’m so fucking wasted, I don’t care. All I know is that I want Mia, NOW!’
Evan kissed Mia again and reached around behind her to start unhooking her bra. She quickly removed it, revealing her beautiful C cups. Evan couldn’t help but stare in admiration. They were just so magnificent and… BIG! He was too used to Leila’s smaller size.
“Do you like them?” Mia asked timidly.
Evan found her shyness to be so cute. He responded by grabbing them and kissing her again. He then broke their kiss to start sucking on the nipple of her left breast. Mia grabbed Evan’s other hand and stuck the pointer in her mouth. She sucked on it and massaged it with her tongue as if it was his cock.
Evan’s animalistic nature, his sexual beast came out. Something that he held back for so long because of Leila. He wanted to command Mia and dominate her. Show her he’s in control.
“Take off your underwear!” Evan commanded, raising his voice.
Mia flinched from his suddenly raised volume. She found it to be quite intimidating, but sexy at the same time. He was making her his bitch, his submissive, his inferior… and she liked it. She quickly took off the last of her clothes and knelt in front of him. She unzipped his zipper and his cock sprung out. She couldn’t believe it! It was super thick and 8½ inches.
“OH MY GOD!!! I never knew you were so HUNG!!! I don’t know if I can take all of this!”
“You’re gonna take it all and then it’s gonna go in your sweet little pussy!”
That made Mia super wet. She wanted to suck him and then have him fuck her. But she was serious when she said she didn’t know if she could take all of him in her mouth.
There was only one way to find out…
Mia took the head in her mouth. Immediately, Evan felt and enjoyed the warmth of her mouth. The wetness from her saliva. The softness of her velvet tongue on his tender glans. It felt so good to get a blowjob. He hadn’t gotten one form Leila in so long.
Mia continued down his shaft. She had gotten 5 inches in her mouth, but now was where it started to get difficult. She tried to force another inch in, but then she gagged and pulled out. She drool all over the couch and floor and started coughing violently.
“Your mouth feels wonderful Mia, keep sucking it” Evan moaned.
Those words motivated her to keep sucking Evan’s cock. She continued in hopes that he would compliment her again. Also, she just wanted him to feel good. He’d been through a lot with that bitch of a wife of his. She tried again. She got the 5 inches in and slowly went down. She got another inch in and then decided to go some more. She was getting it. She was at seven inches, but then she gagged and pulled out again. She drooled even more this time. There was saliva leaking onto the couch and floor again. Mia was coughing more violently this time from pushing herself. Her saliva was starting to drop to her breasts.
“Oh Mia! Fuck! I haven’t had my cock sucked in so long, please keep sucking!”
Mia went back to sucking Evan’s cock. She got back to the 7 inches… then 8… and finally all 8½ inches. Mia was so proud of herself for achieving this and for the fact that it meant she was pleasuring Evan better.
“Oh fuck! Mia, it feels so good! You’re better than Leila!”
Mia stopped sucking and looked at Evan, surprised.
“Am I really better than her?” She asked curiously, looking very cute.
Evan honestly didn’t know, he was so drunk, he really couldn’t say for sure but just decided,
“Yes! Leila’s a fucking bitch!” He finally called her that in front of Mia.
Mia was so overjoyed by what he admitted to her and what he called Leila. She went back to sucking his cock and started to pick up the pace. Evan was just enjoying himself, watching his beautiful friend give him a blowjob. Mia looked into his eyes as she worked his cock in and out of her mouth. Evan enjoyed watching Mia’s beautiful hazel eyes while her mouth was around his shaft. Her lovely, fiery hair bounced as her head bobbed on his cock. Her breasts added to his excitement by pressing against his thighs.
“Fuck! Mia! Mia!”
If she kept going at this rate, he would cum soon. To prevent that, Evan stopped Mia and she pulled out. She seemed a bit perplexed by his action. However, before she could say anything, he grabbed her and lifted her up.
“Ah!” Mia screamed in surprise.
“Where’s your bed?!” Evan demanded in an extremely slurred voice.
“That door over there” Mia pointed.
Evan carried Mia to her bedroom and opened the door. He then threw her on top of her bed. She bounced once from the drop and before she could respond, Evan got his face between her legs. Mia’s pussy was swollen and wet from arousal. She had a small patch of pubic hair, which was a brown color with a small hint of red. He went straight for her vulva. He just started licking away, not caring where he started. Mia didn’t mind in the slightest.
“Oh Evan! Evan!”
Evan licked at the opening of her pussy. He then used his fingers to spread her lips and forced his tongue into them. Mia screamed in pleasure once she felt his tongue enter her. Evan immediately started to wiggle his tongue around her inner walls. He licked up whatever vaginal secretions he came across and swallowed it. Mia just massaged her left breast with her left hand. She used her right hand to caress Evan’s head.
“Oh Evan, you’re incredible! It feels so good!”
That boosted his ego, which allowed him to try harder. Evan kept massaging her inner walls with his tongue passionately as if he had never eaten a woman’s pussy in his whole life. He then pulled his tongue out and stuck his pointer and middle finger in her pussy while licking at her clitoris.
“Oh fuck! Evan! EVAN!!!”
Mia came on Evan’s fingers. She pulled his head into her pussy, forcing him to lick at her clitoris without being able to dismiss himself. Evan had no complaints, he just kept fingering and licking her until she let his head go. Mia was so aroused and climaxed so hard that her pussy leaked cum onto the bed and left a wet spot. Evan pulled out his fingers to put them in his mouth. Mia saw what he was going to do and said,
“Here, allow me”
She put his fingers in her mouth, cleaning them, tasting herself. She made sure to lick off every inch of his fingers. Mia remembered Evan mentioning Leila not wanting to taste herself. She figured that this would really turn him on. It did. Evan was completely aroused from her action. He put his face closer to hers and replaced his fingers with his tongue. The two kiss fervently for a couple of minutes. Mia breaks their kiss.
“Evan, I want you! Please! Please make love to me!”
He didn’t need to be told again. Evan climbed on top of Mia and aimed his cock at her entrance. He was ready to ‘make love to her’ as she put it. Mia looked into his eyes as if she was his girlfriend or wife that he was about to fuck for the very first time.
“Evan… Please take me! Make me yours!”
With that, Evan plunged his cock into Mia’s depths. Mia cried out and put her arms around his neck as he started to slowly slide in and out of her. The sensation was incredible for her. She had never had 8½ inches inside her. Mia was happy. She knew that it wasn’t just the alcohol. There was a secret she kept from Evan.
Evan slid in and out of Mia’s pussy. It was warm and comfortable. It also spasmed a lot, which just added to the pleasure. Evan eventually increased his rhythm, moving faster. The only sounds he could hear were the bed moving and Mia moaning. It made his animalistic sexual nature within him take over. He started pumping away inside Mia with all that he had. Mia couldn’t hold it in anymore, she had to tell Evan her secret.
“Evan! I love you!”
Evan slowed down his pace to a stop. He looked at her. She looked at him nervously, unsure if she should have said that. Evan then brought his face to hers and kissed her. As they kissed, he started fucking her again.
“Oh Evan, I’ve loved you for so long!”
Evan continued his fast, hard bestial pace. Mia kept moaning load. She was very close to orgasm. She clung to Evan even tighter and screamed,
“Evan! Evan! Fuck me harder! I’m gonna cum! Oh Evan! Evan!”
Evan picked up his pace again. Within seconds, Mia was cumming. She did nothing but moan his name as he fucked her to orgasm. She kissed his neck and climaxed, moaning in his ear while she did so. The heat from her exhalation and moaning made him want to cum. Once he felt that Mia was finished, he slowed down, but didn’t stop.
Mia, remembering what Evan said earlier, asked,
“Do you want to do me doggie style?”
Mia got up and turned around on her hands and knees. She exposed herself to him. Showing him her pink slit and tight pink pucker. Mia would have been self-conscious about what she was showing him, but she didn’t mind such an embarrassing, exposed position since she was too drunk to care. She then reached around and pulled her left butt cheek to the left, spreading her pussy and exposing more of her asshole.
“Put it in me Evan! I want you to cum inside me too!”
Evan quickly got positioned and reinserted his cock into Mia’s pussy. He was fucking her doggie style, something Leila never did for him, no matter how much he begged and pleaded. Mia was pushing back into him. He greatly appreciated her enthusiasm. It made him enjoy the sex more. Mia curved her back so it would go deeper inside of her. It made the pleasure all the better. His long, thick cock felt wonderful inside her. His testicles slapped against her clitoris added to her pleasure as well.
“Oh Evan! I’d let you do this to me every day if you wanted. I’d be a good wife to you and let you have me any way you wanted”
Evan went faster.
“Because you’re so good at making my pussy feel good and also because I love you. I’d do anything to make you happy Evan”
Evan just went even faster in response. It was Mia’s turn to cry. She started pouring out her heart, her true feelings. She confessed to Evan,
“I never wanted you to marry her! I wanted to be your bride! Please Evan! Leave her and marry me!”
Evan pumped her pussy at his maximum possible speed saying,
“If this is our sex life, then I will!”
“Oh yes! I promise to give you whatever you want! I promise to never lie to you, I’ll always love you and appreciate everything you do!”
As Evan was fucking Mia, he couldn’t help but find her asshole to be very enticing. He decided to put his thumb on his tongue to wet it. He then pressed it against Mia’s asshole. She again was too drunk to care.
“Oh Evan! I’ll give up my ass to you whenever you desire! You can take my anal virginity!”
Evan started to rub at Mia’s asshole. She moaned loudly and let him do with her as he pleased. He then pressed it into Mia’s asshole. It swallowed his thumb and didn’t want to give it back.
“AHH!!! Oh Evan, I’m gonna cum!”
“I’m gonna cum too Mia!”
“Let’s cum together!”
Evan kept pumping until he started shooting his load inside Mia’s pussy. As she felt him release inside her, she told him again that she loved him. He released his last wad of cum and started to pull out of her.
“Wait! Please Evan! I want you to stay inside me, please don’t pull out”
Evan did as she asked. They both collapsed on the bed and ended up in a spooning position and they drifted off to sleep with his cock still inside her cum filled pussy.
The next morning, Evan woke up with a bad hangover. He sat up with his eyes still kept shut.
‘Oh my head… I’ll just stay in bed for a bit more’
He laid back down to sleep next to Leila. He wrapped his arms around her, but then, something felt different.
‘Did Leila’s boobs get bigger?!”
He opened his eyes and saw red hair. It was Mia.
‘Wait a minute… Mia?! What the hell happened?! How did I…’
‘I bought Leila the piano, I came home…’
‘That bitch! That cheating bitch! I remember now! Mia wanted to share some Smirnoff with me and… I guess it ended up like this…’
Evan then felt Mia turn over and put her arm around his chest and her head on his shoulder. She was sleeping peacefully.
‘Oh my God! What am I gonna tell Leila?! Fuck! Holy fuck! Fuck me! Fuck this fucking fuck of fuckin’…’
“Evan? What the?! How did we…aw, my head”
Evan looked to his shoulder to see that Mia was awake and just as surprised as him. Her breasts were exposed and she quickly hid away under the blanket to hide her shameful exposure. Evan got up and got dressed quickly. He had to call Leila and say he was sorry for ditching her on her birthday… He checked his phone and saw that she didn’t call him at all, not even once. His worry then turned to resentment.
‘I had good reason to ditch her, besides, I’m pretty fucking sure she didn’t spend it alone’
Either way, whatever the case may be, he had to return home. Evan got all of his clothes back on and was hastily heading out the door.
He turned to Mia who had nothing but the blanket on.
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry that I wrecked your marriage…”
“You weren’t the one who wrecked it…”
Mia looked worried by that response. She knew Evan was always blaming himself for things. She knew he would never blame her. What she didn’t know, however, was that it wasn’t himself he was blaming. He smiled at her to reassure her that it wasn’t her fault. He then headed out, got in his car and drove home.
As Evan was heading home, he had a thousand thoughts going through his head.
‘I cheated on Leila’
‘Did I really have sex with Mia?’
‘Will our friendship ever be the same?’
‘What would Leila say?’
‘I hope Mia doesn’t feel guilty’
‘I told her she didn’t wreck my marriage… wait! Did I tell her that Leila cheated on me? If I did, does she remember?’
Meanwhile, Mia was on her bed, hung over with several emotions going through her head.
‘Oh my God! We had sex… WE HAD SEX!!! I messed up his marriage and now that bitch will hurt him because I got him drunk and had sex with him…’
Mia put both her palms on her face in dismay.
‘Wait… if everything was fine and dandy, then why did he want to get that drunk with me?’
‘Was it work?… No, he was always one to keep his cool and handle those stressful situations’
‘The only thing I can think of is…’
‘That bitch cheated! That fucking bitch! So he was depressed, came here and we drank together and whoops!’
‘It all makes sense now… Maybe he did tell me that, but I can’t remember anything, just that we drank and he looked upset. Extremely upset.’
‘Oh God! Did I tell him about my feelings for him?!’
The truth was, Mia had had feelings for Evan for a very long time. It was unfortunate that when they met, he had a girlfriend. After things didn’t work out with that girl, he ended up with Leila. She wanted to tell him of her feelings. Part of the reason why she didn’t want him to marry Leila was because she wanted him to be with her. Although, even if Leila never existed, there was just one other problem…
Evan got home to look for Leila. She wasn’t home. He saw that the piano was in the house.
‘Wait a minute, what’s this?’
Evan walked up to the piano and saw that there were two empty used wine glasses on top of it. She obviously didn’t drink by herself, feeling guilty of what she did. Evan was angry again. He didn’t know what to do. Should he just go back to Mia and have sex with her again?
‘No, I’ve damaged my friendship enough with her. It would be wrong to have sex with her out of spite’
Evan didn’t want to drink again. As much as he wanted to, he figured that the best thing would be for him not to, so he can think straight. Maybe some coffee would help him. He drove to a nearby coffee shop and got a mocha latte, his favorite. He decided to take a seat outside. He took a sip and enjoyed the fresh outside air. The birds were chirping and the warmth of the sun’s rays were hitting his skin. Evan closed his eyes, enjoying the tranquility. It was peaceful…
Evan opened his eyes and looked behind him. It was Holly. She was dressed like she was out for a jog.
“Hey, didn’t expect to see you here” Holly said with a smile.
She grabbed herself a seat and sat with him.
‘Oh my God, he looks like shit. What happened?’
“… How’s everything?”
“It looks that obvious, huh?”
“Yeah… You look like you got hit by a train or something”
Evan didn’t know what to tell her. Leila cheated on him and then he went to Mia’s place to get drunk. The two of them ended up having sex, forever changing their relationship, possibly for the worst. Evan was just too fatigued from thinking about it and stressing over everything. But he still wanted to be with Leila, so he lied to Holly.
“Just too much stress at work”
“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that, Mia just recently gave me some Smirnoff. There was a sale. Did she give you yours already?”
Mia… He had already done too much. He wondered if things could ever go back to normal with her.
“Yeah, she gave me a couple of green apples”
“Oh okay, that’s good. Hey, wait, let me guess, you drank your ass off because of work, that’s why you look the way you do now. Haha, that’s hilarious. You drank too much, got a hangover, and went here in hopes of fixing it.”
Evan gave her a ‘have you been spying on me?’ look.
“Oh my God! I’m right, aren’t I?!”
Holly just laughs at her confirmed hypothesis. Evan just looks away, knowing she was half right. He decided it would be best to just leave out the rest. As he took another sip, there was a vibration in his pocket. He checked his phone. It was Leila.
-I’m sorry honey
-I luv u <3 -if u want, we can talk @ home -I’m out w/ Joan right now -please let me know & I’ll b home Out with her friend Joan? He wanted to talk to her, but right now, he just didn’t know what to do, what to think, he just… Then he saw it. There was a park in sight from where he was sitting. He saw her. Leila was with Brad again. They were holding hands and smiling at each other. How could she?! She cheats on him, never contacts him until now, but worst of all, lies about being sorry while continuing to cheat! ‘That fucking… She texts me sorry, then puts her phone in her pocket to continue being with Brad’ “What a fucking lie!” Evan crushed his latte in his hand. It spilled out all over his hand and lap. Holly stopped laughing, thinking she offended him. “Oh, sorry Evan, I was just joking…” She then noticed that he wasn’t even looking at her. It was something behind her. She looked back. Looking around, there was nothing. She tried looking around the park behind her, then she saw it too. It was Leila, she was laughing, holding hands with another man. They appeared to be a young couple that was in love, googly eyed. They then moved their faces closer and kissed. Oddly enough, she seemed to recognize that man. It was… “That fucking bitch!” Evan got off his seat and was ready get to his car and leave. Holly got up to stop him. “Evan, wait! Don’t do anything stupid!” “I’m just gonna fucking drink! Don’t worry about me!” “Evan, wait, I’ll come with you. You do need someone to watch your ass so you don’t do anything stupid” “Er… Eh… Fine!” Holly got into the car with Evan. He drove to his place, but then he realized that he left his Smirnoff at Mia’s, being in too much of a rush to leave. He was desperate for a drink and didn’t want Holly finding out about Mia. He could ask Holly for some. “Hey Holly, can we go to your place, I don’t want to drink at my place right now” “Sure” Nice one. He didn’t even have to bring up Mia. He drove to Holly’s place and before he knew it, they were at her dining table taking shots. Evan was soon in the same state as last night. Just not as intoxicated as before. However, the overall situation was the same: Angry, drunk and at a friend’s trying to cope. This time, it was raspberry flavored Smirnoff. They were both buzzed and continued to take shots. “You know Evan, that bitch doesn’t deserve you! How dare she do that to you. I remember that you told me a week ago that you were going to buy her an expensive piano. Did you?” Holly’s words were slurred. “Yeah…” “And she repays you like this?! Fuck that bitch!” They took some more shots. Evan was almost as drunk as last time. If he was this drunk, then how drunk was Holly? Her tolerance wasn’t as good as his. As he turned to see how she was doing, she just started hugging him. ‘She’s pretty drunk’ “Evan, that bitch is so evil. She never deserved you” Holly said with her head resting on Evan’s shoulder. Evan suddenly had an epiphany. This time, he felt it. It wasn’t because he was drunk, not like last time. He really felt this way now. “Yeah…yeah! She IS a bitch!” “What did you say?!” Holly was shocked, did she really hear what she thought she heard? Did he finally admit it? Did that word finally come out of Evan’s mouth and not hers, Mia’s or Emily’s? “Yeah, Leila’s a bitch! A complete fucking bitch!” “Oh Evan, finally! I’m so happy you finally realized that!” Holly then gave Evan a strong hug. She was overjoyed by his words, just like how Mia was. Holly let go of Evan and grabbed the bottle, only to realize that it was empty. “We’re all out, want me open another bottle?” “Nah, this is good, thanks Holly, I really needed this” Evan sat on the couch drunk again. Maybe not as drunk as before, but drunk enough to not think straight. Holly sat to his right and put her arms around his right arm and rested her head on his shoulder. “Evan… I have something to confess…” “What is it?” “That man, she was with… That’s the stripper she fucked during the bachelorette party… I’m so sorry Evan…” Now he was REALLY pissed. How could she? All this time, during their marriage? She was fucking him behind his back? How much more fucked up could she be? When they talked about him, she said she met him only 2 months prior to when he first caught her cheating. “Thank you for telling me Holly. I truly appreciate it… You know, I regret not listening to you three… I should have just called off the wedding. It’s my fault. I only did this to myself. You three were just trying to be good friends to me. Which you always have been” Holly was touched by his words. “No Evan, please don’t blame yourself. We pissed you off and that wasn’t the right way to convince you that she was bad for you. We all later realized it was the wrong way to go about it, but it was too late…” “It’s okay, at least I know now. Better late than never” “You know Evan, that bitch really doesn’t know a good man when she has one. You’re way hotter than stripper boy…” She starts to massage his arm. “If I was your wife…” ‘Why does this feel like déjà vu?’ Evan thought to himself. “… I would love you and spend as much time with you as I could. I’d give you anything and ask for nothing in return. If you bought me a piano that cost you thousands of dollars, I would get down on my knees and suck you dry to thank you, even if it was my birthday. I knew that bitch has been keeping you sexually frustrated and now I know why. I bet she even had the audacity to deny you things you wanted in bed” Evan was drunk enough to start going off on how sexually frustrated he was in his marriage. He told her the exact same things he told Mia. He of course, didn’t remember telling Mia this though. “That’s horrible. That fucking bitch! If I was lucky enough to marry someone as wonderful as you, I would bend over and let you fuck me doggie style every day. I’d swallow your loads whenever you wished. I’d even be down to bring another girl in the bedroom for you” That did it. The scene was all too familiar now. Evan was now rock hard. He was completely aroused from Holly’s speech. Holly noticed his erection. “Oh… Evan” Evan then looked down and saw that he was hard. He was extremely embarrassed and said, “I’m sorry Holly, I just…” “Don’t be!” Holly didn’t look angry, shocked or offended in anyway. She instead had the same face Mia gave to him when they were on her couch at her place, right before they… Chapter 4 Holly was now wondering what Evan really thought of her physically. She knew he loved her as a friend, but she never did get a proper grasp of his opinion on her physique. She wanted to know. She needed to know. What better time to find out than now, under the influence of alcohol. “Evan! Do you think I’m a physically attractive woman?!” She looked into his eyes. He looked back into hers. He could tell that she was desperately searching for an answer. Like Mia, he never truly noticed how beautiful she was. Her beautiful blue eyes and smooth skin on her face. Like Mia, he met her when he was dating his ex-girlfriend. When they broke up, he met Leila and never gave the two the attention. “Holly… I honestly think you are very beautiful. Your beautiful blond hair, your boobs are magnificent in size, way better than Leila’s, and your eyes are so lovely. They’re as blue and beautiful as the ocean!” ‘Wow, never expected to be quite the poet when I’m drunk’ “Hehe, thank you Evan, you’re too kind, I wanna ask you something else now” Holly figured that since she knew that he found her attractive and suspected that he got aroused from her, it would be safe to push a little bit more. She was too drunk to care if it was risky and she wanted to do it. She figured that Evan was drunk enough to not care either. “Evan… let’s say, hypothetically…” Holly got off the couch and started to strip. She took off her shirt. “… We were married. Let’s say, hypothetically, you came home from work…” Holly starts to strip off her jogging pants. “… and needed some ‘stress relief’. What would you do to relieve your stress?” Holly showed off her athletic body to Evan. He couldn’t take the seduction any more. He wanted Holly. He got off the couch and kissed her. She quickly kissed back. He took off his shirt and pants. Holly kissed his shoulders and neck while he stripped. “Take off your fucking clothes!” Evan commanded so firmly. Evan’s sexual beast was being released again. He was taking charge. Something Holly always found to be very sexy in men. She quickly stripped off the rest of her clothes. Her underwear and sports bra flew up in the air. She was nervous to expose herself to Evan though. As outgoing of a person she was, she started to feel a bit timid. “Evan? My boobs…” “They’re perfect!” Evan then took one nipple in his mouth while rubbing and pinching the other. Holly gently stroked his head as he pleasured her nipples. She moaned, “Oh Evan… my sweet Evan…” ‘My sweet Evan?’ ‘Whatever, we’re drunk’ Evan stopped sucking Holly’s nipple and attacked her lips again. They kissed zealously for a few seconds, then Holly quickly dropped to her knees and unzipped his pants. His cock sprung free. “Oh… WOW! It’s HUGE!!!” Holly didn’t expect Evan to be so big. He was not only long, but thick as well. She would have loved his cock even if it was small, but his big size surprised and excited her. She then put his cock in her mouth. She put the first 5 inches in with ease. She used her saliva to coat his cock. She wanted the taste of his cock for so long, but there was something funny about it. It tasted funny. It was a taste that she had tasted before. What was it?…. She got it! It was the taste of pussy! When Holly said she didn’t mind another girl in the bedroom, she really didn’t. Holly was bisexual. This was something she wasn’t exactly open about. Mia and Emily had their suspicions, but never really pressed the issue. As for Evan, he was completely oblivious to this. Holly just shrugged it off and got 7 inches in. She figured that he had sex with Leila earlier or something. She was too intoxicated to think about it. There was too much alcohol in her system to question how Evan could be sexually frustrated, while having sex just recently at the same time. The only thing in her mind was that she finally got a taste of Evan’s cock. She pulled it out of her mouth and said, “Oh God Evan! I’ve wanted the taste of your cock for such a long time!” She put it back in her mouth and took all 8½ inches. She then started to bob her head and purposely gag on his cock as a means of massaging it with her mouth. While she was deepthroating him, she used one of her hands to fondle his testicles. “Ah! Holly! YOU’RE AMAZING!!!” Holly was quite content with herself. She was an experienced woman. More so than Mia and Emily. She knew how to please a man. Hell, she even knew how to please a woman! She wanted to go all out and pleasure Evan so much that he would forget Leila. She decided to push it further. “Evan! Tell me I’m better than your wife!” Holly said as more of a request than a command. She deepthroated him hard and fast to ensure she got the answer she wanted. “Ah! Yes! You’re way better than that bitch!” Holly was pleased with his answer. It was better than she expected. Just a simple yes would have sufficed. Evan already felt like he was going to cum. He pulled her away before he lost it. Holly aggressively tried to put it back in her mouth. “Stop Holly!” Holly stopped immediately and thought to herself: ‘Oh my God! Was I too rough?!’ ‘Did I hurt him?!’ ‘Was it the blowjob? No…’ ‘His balls! I was too rough maybe’ Holly’s aggressive attitude then turned to apologetic. “I’m sorry Evan! Did I hurt you?! Am I not doing a good job?!” Holly said in an apologetic tone. “No! No! You were great! It’s just that you were too great. I almost came” “Oh…” Holly felt proud of herself, but stupid at the same time. ‘I was good… I was good… I WAS GOOD!’ ‘I was great! Too great!’ ‘That’s why…’ ‘STUPID! Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!’ Evan could see that his last words really put a cheerful look on her face. Holly had the same look on her face as a school girl who just got complimented by the cutest guy in school. “Evan, you can cum in my mouth. It’s fine” “As lovely as that sounds, I have something else planned” He helped Holly to her feet and sat her on her couch. He then gently gave her shoulders a nudge so she could lie on her back on the couch. Holly knew what he was doing so she spread her legs for him. Evan then put his face in front of her pussy and saw that she was well groomed below. Her blond pubic hair was kept neat. She didn’t let it go wild like a jungle. Holly got nervous and wondered if she should have shaved. “Oh Evan… Is my pussy okay?” “It’s so sexy and beautiful” Evan said, staring at in amazement and arousal. Holly just turned red in response to his answer. She always wanted to be eaten out by Evan. She was finally going to experience it. Evan started to lick and she played with her breasts as he ate her pussy. She put a nipple in her mouth, but then realized that her sweat from jogging was still on her. She tasted her sweat and soon got self-conscious about the taste of her pussy. ‘Evan was down there suffering from the smell and taste of sweaty pussy!’ She tried to deviate him to another action so he didn’t have to deal with that. “Evan, we can do something else if you want. You don’t have to eat my pussy. You can do whatever you want to me, just let me know” “Thanks Holly, but I want to do this” “Okay…” Holly didn’t want to bring up the subject of her body being sweaty, so she didn’t ask if it smelled or tasted weird. She just let him eat her out and enjoyed it. ‘If he didn’t like it, he would have made up some excuse to not eat me out anymore’ After a few minutes of moaning from Holly, Evan requested, “Holly? Can I eat you out while you’re on all fours?” Holly was now too horny to care how she smelled. She just got on her hands and knees and put her ass to Evan’s face. He shoved his face in her pussy and started to lick it again. He licked her clitoris while his nose ended up at her anus. When he exhaled, he noticed that her anus would clench in response. Giving him a cute wink. Evan found her little pink opening to be so inviting. He was feeling a little daring. He was never allowed anywhere near Leila’s ass. Holly did say he could do whatever he wanted to her. With these thoughts, Evan wet his thumb with his mouth and put it at Holly’s asshole. Holly felt what he was doing and said, “Yes Evan! You can have my ass too! God! You can fuck it, finger it and lick it all you want!” That wasn’t a bad idea. Evan never tried licking it before. So, he pulled out his tongue from Holly’s pussy and placed it on her asshole. He started to wiggle it around Holly’s anus. Holly was in too much of a drunken and aroused state to care anymore about it being sweaty and so was Evan. “That’s it Evan! Lick my asshole!” Evan then put both hands on Holly’s butt cheeks and spread them as wide as he could. He plunged his tongue into her tight opening as much as he could. Holly relaxed and allowed him to make out with her ass. Evan started to moan, “Holly! Your ass tastes so good. I could eat it all day and never go hungry! I just want my tongue to live in it!” “Evan! You can have it! It’s yours! I’m yours! If you want me to take it in the ass, I will! If you want me to swallow, I will! If you wanted to me to eat another woman’s pussy, I will!” Evan was so aroused by that last part that he shoved his tongue in Holly’s ass with more effort, going in deeper. Holly reached back and played with her clitoris. Evan got a hot idea in his head. He then said something he would have never said if he was sober. They didn’t call it liquid courage for nothing. “Would you eat another woman’s ass while I ate yours?” “Oh yes Evan, I’d butt fuck her with my tongue while you tongue fucked mine!” This was getting hot for Evan. He, like any other normal guy, thought about having a threesome with two women. The probability of him ever having two women at once was just not something he found possible. However, that didn’t stop him from loving the idea. “Holly! You fucking kinky bitch!” “Yes! I’m a kinky bitch! I’m ‘your’ kinky bitch! I’ll bring another woman into bed with us if you wanted. I’ll do anything for you Evan, I…” Evan wasn’t the only one that the alcohol gave courage to. Holly finally let out something she had hid from him. She finally confessed, “…I love you!” Evan remained unresponsive to her confession for the purpose of eliminating awkwardness. He pulled out his tongue and was about to put his fingers in his mouth to lubricate them. Holly turned around and kissed Evan passionately. She just confessed her feelings for him. She couldn’t help but kiss him after that. Even if his tongue was just in her ass, she didn’t care. All she knew was that she loved Evan and finally told him. She knew that it wasn’t just the alcohol. If she was sober, she still wouldn’t care if he just finished eating out her ass. Love knows no bounds. The strong emotion she was feeling at that moment drove her to stick her tongue in his mouth. Evan avidly tongued her back. “Evan, make me your wife! I won’t hurt you like she did. I won’t run off with another man! You want a threesome with two girls? I’ll help you make that fantasy come true!” Even though Evan was drunk, he still found the idea to be ludicrous. There would be no way he could have it happen. He took it as Holly babbling things to turn him on. He had his doubts that Holly even truly meant what she just said. It was the alcohol talking, not her. Despite that, he just decided to play with the idea. “If I make you my wife, what would we do with that other woman?!” “I’d have us make out together and have a hot, wet, sexy threesome! I’d do it every day if you wanted to!” Evan then turned Holly around, back into the doggie style position and continued to stick his tongue in her ass. He then asked, “What else would you do?” “Oh!!! I’d stick my tongue in her ass and have her beg for more! While you fucked me from behind! Then I’ll switch places and have her eat me while you fucked her!” The dirty talk was turning both Evan and Holly on tremendously. If he was fucking Holly, he would have came in no time. It was good that he was just using his tongue only. His cock was already leaking precum from all the dirty talk. “Fuck Evan! You’re making me feel so hot! I’m gonna cum now!” Evan then stuck two fingers in Holly’s pussy while she stroked her clit and he licked her ass. She was extremely wet from the talk. “Oh Evan, yes! Finger me and make me cum!” Evan finger fucked Holly’s pussy fast. She stroked her clitoris faster as orgasmic sensation washed over her body while she had her anus massaged by Evan’s tongue. She cried out in orgasmic anal pleasure, “Oh Evan, I want you to fuck my ass!” “Fuck Holly! Yes! Leila never made me do anal with her!” Holly wanted to go straight to anal. He had pleasured her anus far better than it had ever been pleasured. The fact that Leila never made him have her ass made Holly want it in hers even more. She wanted to give Evan what Leila never gave him. She spread her ass cheeks, showing him her now semi-gaped asshole from his previous rimming and said, “Please Evan! Please put it in!” Evan spat on his hand and used his saliva to lube his cock. He then pressed it against Holly’s well lubed asshole. Evan could feel resistance, but this added to the pleasure. Holly relaxed her sphincter, allowing him to enter her. Holly was aroused by the fact that Evan was about to put his cock somewhere that was taboo. Her dirtiest and most vulnerable of holes. It was his and his alone to have. With Holly’s relaxed sphincter, Evan entered. “Oh Evan!” Evan’s first 2 inches entered. He pulled back and reentered with 2½ inches, then repeated the process with 3 inches in, then 4, then 5 and so on. Once he had his entire rod in, he started to slowly fuck Holly’s ass. He was very considerate about Holly’s comfort. His consideration was something she always loved about him. His moral personality was one huge factor for what developed her feelings for him. She then felt him speed up and only one thought was in her head, ‘Oh God! It feels sooooo gooooood!” Holly’s rectum had such a velvety touch. Evan enjoyed every moment of her smooth insides, anal clenching and soft padding on her glutes. The curves of her hips and sight of her toned body. After several minutes, Evan was about to release his cum into Holly’s anal walls. “Holly! Your ass, it feels so good! I can’t last much longer!” “Cum inside me Evan! I’m close too! I’ll cum with you!” “Holly! Holly! HOLLY!!!” Evan moaned as he ejaculated into Holly’s rear. Holly rubbed her clitoris faster and came as she felt Evan release his seed into her. Her groin and anus clenched from her second intense anal orgasm. Evan felt her clench her sphincter. It was like her ass was trying to milk out as much cum from his cock as it could get. Holly had cum again and was now fatigued from the sex. She then collapsed on her couch and Evan’s cock slipped out of her. He then sat on the couch next to her. He saw that she wasn’t going to get back up any time soon, so he picked her up and took her to her room. He put her down gently on her bed and she grabbed his arm. “Please lay with me!” “Okay” Evan got into bed with Holly and laid with her in a spooning position. She then turned around to face him and put her proximal arm and leg on him. She closed her eyes and drifted to sleep, happy. Her last words before she lost consciousness were, “I love you Evan…” Chapter 5 Evan just laid there in bed. After he came in Holly’s ass, he came to his senses. He did not want to pass out this time. Instead, he waited for Holly to toss and turn away from him. When she did, he got up and went to wash his face as a desperate attempt to sober up better. It wasn’t very effective. He needed to get home. It was already almost 4p.m. He was still somewhat buzzed from the vodka. The time it took for him to finish having sex with Holly did give him some time to sober up, on the plus side. He decided that it was best for him to just drive home now. He had to just go home and sort things out with Leila. Evan went back to the room to find that Holly was still out cold. She clung to her pillow as if it was him. She looked happy and called out to him in her sleep. Evan had ruined another friendship. He most likely would lose not only his wife from this doubled act of adultery, but also two of his three good friends. What was he going to do? He had no time to spare for stressing out. He had to go home and figure things out on the drive home. “Sleep well Holly, I don’t know if it’ll ever be the same between us again” Evan felt extreme remorse for what he had done. What made it worse was what he had just found out about Holly. She had had feelings for him for a long time. It was no wonder why she didn’t want him marrying Leila. Evan hurried out her door, turned on his car and drove away. Later, Holly awoke, but by the time she did, Evan was long gone. She remembered most of what happened. ‘Oh my God, we had sex…’ ‘I had sex with Evan…’ ‘I… I let him do things to me…’ ‘I let him do things to me and he loved it!’ ‘I hope he realizes he doesn’t need that bitch anymore’ “I hope he drops your ass bitch! I hope Evan finally realizes that you’re just an evil bitch who uses him! And he finally sees you for who you really are!” Holly started feeling optimistic. The possibility of Evan divorcing her and possibly ending up with her started to sink in. She smiled at the thought. But then, she thought of another problem she would have to face if Leila was gone. Her hopes then turned grim. “Even if she was gone, there was still one other problem…” She got up to look for him. She then felt Evan’s warm sticky cum still inside her. Holly just smiled from the feeling. She remembered. It was wonderful. She let Evan sodomize her in hopes of out doing Leila with sex. She wanted him to love her and leave Leila. She confessed her feelings for him. She looked around her place, but didn’t find him. His car was gone. She checked her phone for texts, but he never texted her. Instead, her phone was bombarded with texts from Emily and Mia. “Oh shit! I was supposed to meet up with those two today!” Holly texted them, making a false explanation and hit the shower fast. She was out of the door within minutes. Meanwhile, Evan was at his home, sitting down with Leila. She begged for his forgiveness. She said that she never called him because she knew that he would be too upset to answer. ‘That still doesn’t explain why you didn’t at least text me earlier. Oh wait, you were with your boyfriend, that’s right’ Evan thought to himself. He was too tired to fight with Leila. He decided that it would be best for him to conceal what had happened with Mia and Holly for now. He lied to her saying he overdrank and ended up waking up late on Mia’s couch. Leila was clueless as to what had happened with her husband and his friends. Evan wasn’t sure what to do. He would be a complete hypocrite if he said cheaters don’t deserve forgiveness. He foolishly and reluctantly decided to give Leila a third chance. Part of it was out of guilt for what he had done. The other part was that he was just too drained both physically and mentally to get into a huge fight with Leila. “I’ll give you another chance, but it’s very hard to trust you. I’m not too sure myself if forgiving you is the right decision” Although he had hid some truths from her, that was the most honest answer he could give her. “Thank you Evan, I’m sorry, I’ll work up to gain your trust again” Leila got off the seat to hug Evan and kiss his forehead, but he brushed her off and got off his seat. She could tell that it wasn’t going to be that easy for him to forgive her this time. She had to think of something. Leila got on her knees and used both her hands to grab one of his. “Please Evan! Please! Please forgive me!” “It’s okay, you’re already forgiven” For the first time, in his whole love life with Leila, he didn’t mean that. He was too stressed out about what had happened with Mia and Holly that he just did not want to deal with Leila’s manipulative behavior. He went to their bedroom and jumped on their bed. He passed out in less than 10 seconds. Holly had finally made it to the spot where Mia and Emily were. “Hey guys, what’s up?” Holly asked casually. “Mia thinks that Leila might be cheating on Evan” Emily informed her. Immediately, Holly was compelled to share what she and Evan had seen. The two should know about what they had seen. “It’s true, I saw it with my own eyes you two. I bumped into Evan and we saw that she was with the exact same stripper she fucked during the bachelorette party” “That fucking bitch!” Mia and Emily said simultaneously. “How did Evan take it?” Mia asked “Not too well, so I shared some vodka with him, the Smirnoff you gave me” Mia thought about what she had done with him last night, or at least, what she could remember. She remembers that they kissed and this morning, she felt cum inside her pussy. It then hit her… Did she have sex with Evan too? “And you two got so drunk, you had sex…” Mia said emotionlessly “What?!” Holly said, stunned. Holly gave a funny look at her comment. It was too obvious. Holly had sex with Evan too. She decided to press the issue more to get the truth out of Holly. “You did? Didn’t you?! I can see it in your face!” “Why would you even say that?! We all had an agreement” Holly answered quickly. Holly was getting more defensive by the second. The tone in her voice made it more obvious for Mia. Emily was clueless as to what happened recently with Evan, but she was starting to get suspicious of Holly. “What happened?” Emily asked with a distrustful tone. “Nothing happened!” Holly said angrily. The more the two pressed, the angrier Holly became. She wasn’t one to be this quick to anger. It was apparent that something happened. Mia already knew. Emily was getting there. “Holly, it’s okay, you can tell us” Mia said compassionately. Holly wasn’t going to admit what she did. Then she felt a vibration in her pocket. Mia texted her, -I had sex w/ him 2 She couldn’t believe it. Mia had broken their agreement too. She thought about whether or not she should come out and say it. Emily would be pissed to find out. But if Mia admitted it too, it wouldn’t be as bad. After some thought, she now was ready to admit it. She knew she wasn’t the only one. That gave her a bit of comfort. “Yes, I admit it. I had sex with Evan earlier today…” Holly said ashamed of what she had done. Mia was proud of her and joined in the confession. “Emily, I had sex with him too. Last night…” Mia put her head down in shame feeling the same way as Holly. Emily was extremely angry. “I DON’T BELIEVE YOU TWO!!!” She slammed her fists to the table and continued, “We all make an agreement to never do anything to wreck Evan’s marriage. Yet, this is what you two do. You both know I love him just as much as you two! How could you?!!!” This was the problem that all three girls faced. Even if Leila was out of the picture, there was still one problem they all had to worry about… EACH OTHER Mia loved Evan, but she had to be a good friend and respect his marriage. With his marriage with Leila falling apart, she knew that it was only a matter of time for her to strike. But her problem was Holly and Emily. She didn’t want to hurt them. Leila solved that issue by marrying Evan. She didn’t need to fight with them. It was the same for Holly, she loved Evan, but valued her friendship with Mia and Emily as well. Leila had ridded the possibility of them being at each other’s throats. Emily loved Evan, but she, like her two best friends, was torn by the thought of wrecking their friendship. When Evan said he was marrying Leila, they agreed to never make a move on Evan. When their friendships formed, they all started develop feelings for him. However, he was always too preoccupied with his now ex-girlfriend. Once they broke up, the three wanted him, but soon noticed that the other two felt the same way. The three almost destroyed their friendships with each other. While they were fighting, Leila stepped in and stole him away. That was one of the biggest reasons as to why they hated her so much, but now that they know of her adulterousness, they hated her even more. “I don’t fucking believe this, you two sleep with him behind my back! I’m fucking outta here!” Mia and Holly gave each other a ‘well what now?’ look. Both did not want their friendships to be destroyed from this. Holly finally got an idea, something she said to Evan not too long ago. “Emily wait!” She grabbed her hand. “LET GO OF ME!!!” Emily yelled angrily. “I think I have a solution to all this, we can all end up happy and still keep our friendships intact, but it’ll require a bit of compromise from all three of us” Emily was mad, but then she thought of how much she valued her friendship with Mia and Holly. She looked to Mia and saw that she looked just as confused as her. She raised her brow to Holly and said, “…alright… I’m listening” The next day, Evan woke up. He had slept through the afternoon all the way to the morning of the next day. He felt somewhat better, but a stressful situation like his wasn’t going to go away overnight. He got up and went to the shower. He needed to get ready for work. As he stripped and was about to go into the shower, Leila entered the bathroom. She was wearing nothing but her bathrobe. “Oh, sorry… may I join you?” She was trying to seduce him so he could forgive her. Her seductive timidity wasn’t going to work this time. “Sorry, but I want to shower alone” Her face appeared as if he had just hurt her feelings. Evan felt bad after seeing that face, but he was just too emotionally drained to dwell on that, so he decided to forget it. Leila turned around, leaving their bathroom and Evan hopped into the shower. He stayed in there for a while, enjoying the hot water pour down on him. It helped him relax a bit. But he still kept thinking about what had happened between him and Mia. Then what happened between him and Holly. The thought ‘will I lose my friends’ kept racing through his head. As he finished, he got dressed and was about to head out the door. “Evan? Wait” Evan turned to face his wife. She gave him a quick peck on the lips. He was not responsive. This worried Leila. She didn’t expect him to stay this mad this long. She continued to be nice to him. “Have a good day” “Yeah thanks” Leila could tell from the tone in his voice that he wasn’t buying her kindness. She wondered if she should get those divorce papers ready. Little did she know, there was more to his attitude than her adulterousness. Evan headed out of the house. Leila waved him goodbye with a smile that he now knew was fake. She decided that it was time to sign the divorce papers. As she closed the door, she went to her room where she secretly hid divorce papers, in case of such a situation. She signed them on the kitchen table and pulled out two wine glasses. Filling both of them with an optimistic look on her face. Evan was driving to work, continuously thinking of his situation. Then his phone went off. RING! RING! RING! It was Mia. ‘I shouldn’t answer it’ he thought to himself. He ignored it. After a couple of seconds, it went off again. RING! RING! RING! Evan, again, chose to ignore it. But it still persisted. RING! RING! RING! ‘I’m sorry Mia, but I don’t want to talk right now’ Once it stopped, it rang once more. RING! RING! RING! “GOD! WHAT?!” He checked the phone and saw it was Holly. It didn’t help the situation. He ignored it and the pattern happened again. Ignore, ring, ignore, ring, ignore, ring. He kept ignoring the phone calls, but then his phone let out a text ringtone twice. He checked it at a stop light. It was Mia and Holly. Holly: -evan! It’s emily, it’s bad -it’s an emergency! -cum 2 her place Mia: -please check me back asap -it’s emily -please! It’s life or death Evan picked the phone and decided to call Mia since she called first. He was scared for Emily. What happened? He waited in heart stopping suspense as his phone rang. Mia picked up her phone. “Evan!” “What’s wrong with Emily?!” “I don’t know! She’s sick or something! Get over here now!” “I’ll be there!” Evan pressed end call. He was already late for work, but a friend’s life will always be more important to him than a lecture from his boss. Evan made a call to his boss to tell him that he could not make it to work because of the emergency. His boss really chewed him out on the phone. But he didn’t care. Emily’s life was more important than this. As Evan hung up the phone, he mumbled, “Fucking prick…” He changed his course of destination and made it to Emily’s place. He quickly ran to her door and banged on it. “Mia, Holly, Emily! I’m here!” Mia opened the door and let Evan in immediately. Evan rushed in to find Holly sitting on the couch next to Emily. He rushed to Emily, knelt in front of her, and grabbed her hand. “Emily! What’s wrong?!” “… Evan, I’m sorry. I’m fine” Evan was confused. What did she mean? He just took off work saying it was an emergency. Now she tells him that she’s fine? He asked her, “What? What do you mean?” “We’re sorry Evan, but we lied to you” Mia answered him. “What?!...” Evan was angry. Holly joined Mia, “I’ll just cut to the chase, Leila’s cheating on you again, we can prove it” “You had me cancel work just for this?!!!” “Yes and we’re sorry, but this IS urgent. We don’t want you getting hurt anymore, I know she cheated on you and you forgave her without having anyone to talk to about this. Please Evan, I… we don’t want her hurting you again” Mia said. Great. Now Emily knew, but then again, he wasn’t really surprised that she found out. Well, there’s no turning back now. He really wasn’t in the mood to defend Leila this time. They were being good friends who didn’t want to see their good friend get hurt. He really only had himself to blame for marrying such a wicked woman. “Please don’t talk about this. I don’t wanna talk about this. Just drop it!” “I’m sorry Evan, but we have to show you. She is cheating again, unless you truly feel that she is being faithful to you as of this moment. If you know that she isn’t, then everything would be fine. But it’s not.” Mia said. Evan couldn’t decide how to respond to that. What should he do? He knew that they were most likely right. He didn’t want to go back to work and get it from his boss. Going home to have Leila lie to him would drive him nuts. Staying in a room with his three friends, two of which he had drunken sex with, didn’t sound very favorable either. It would be too awkward. Emily gripped Evan’s hands tight, breaking his train of thought. She then said, “Evan… I know what happened between you and Mia and Holly. I know that they shared how they really felt about you. They’ve had feelings for you for such a long time… and honestly…” Emily was silent. What was she going to say? Evan was nervous now that he knew that Emily knew. What would she think? That he was some sex-crazed maniac? He asked her to continue. “What is it Emily?” “… I’ve had feelings for you for a long time as well…” Emily then quickly gave Evan a kiss. Evan could feel and sense the emotion she put into her kiss. She really did have strong feelings for him. She blushed and looked away, too embarrassed about what she had just admitted and did to him. It was then that Evan started to realize how cute Emily was. She had such a cute, youthful face with her glasses. He never truly noticed how attractive her green eyes made her. All this with her coy persona just made her start to look quite desirable. Holly and Mia soon sat next to Emily. Emily got up and had Evan switch places with her. Evan was too shocked by Emily’s actions to really know how to act at this point. Holly was on his right and Mia on his left. Holly gently guided his face so he could look at her. She closed her eyes and moved in to kiss him. She kissed him with the same emotional passion behind her. As she broke the kiss, Mia did exactly the same thing as Holly, just on his left this time. She kissed Evan so tenderly and sweetly. Evan couldn’t believe it. He had just kissed his three best friends one by one. They all had strong feelings for him. He didn’t know what to think. His emotions were mixed. What would Leila say?... ‘On second thought, fuck Leila!’ Evan thought to himself. He continued ‘If she wants to cheat on me and hurt me again, then fine. I refuse to love her unconditionally if this is how she shows her love for me’ Evan had finally realized that the woman that was special in his life had become a complete bitch. He was so blind to not see that the true special woman, or women in his case, who loved and cared for him were with him all these years. They were his best friends, the ones he could share his deepest, darkest secrets with, the ones who he could depend on and be depended on, complete mutualism. These were all things that a healthy relationship should have. Yet, these were things that his marriage with Leila lacked big time. “Please Evan, leave Leila and be with us” Mia begged. “We’ll make you happy” Holly added. “Please love us Evan. We promise never to hurt you and underappreciate you, unlike that rotten bitch” Emily said bitterly. Evan didn’t know how to respond to this. They were his best friends, but at the same time, he still had attachment to Leila. If he left Leila, there would be no turning back from that. If he went back with her… Mia, Holly and Emily would most likely not be there for him anymore if things got bad, now that they are emotionally invested in him in this way. What was he to do? Evan kept pondering upon these thoughts, but what he soon realized was that every time he thought of the option of being with Leila, he kept adding ‘if she cheats again’ or ‘when she cheats again’. He never had those thoughts when looking at the option of Mia, Holly and Emily. Evan had finally made up his mind. “I’m divorcing Leila” Chapter 6 All three girls were overjoyed and had big smiles on their faces. Emily assaulted Evan’s lips again. She kissed him happily as if she had not seen him in years. Holly did the same, but went for the right side of his neck. Mia took the left. Both girls wrapped their arms around Evan and kissed each sides of his neck sensually. Evan had never had three girls try to kiss him at once. It got his heart beating fast, his blood pumping, his mind in a high-like state. He instantly had an erection. All three girls noticed and were ready to pleasure him. Emily started to unzip his pants. “Wait! The plan!” Holly stopped her. Evan could see on Emily’s face that she said ‘oh yeah’ in her mind. “What plan?” He asked confused. “Can you take a stroll with us Evan?” Mia asked. “O… Okay, but what’s this plan?” “Oh, you’ll see” Holly said with a deviant smile. They all got into Holly’s car and she drove away to the destination of this ‘plan’. Evan wanted to ask where they were going, but Mia and Emily soon distracted him. The girls had him sit in the backseat, with Mia and Emily on each side of him. Mia turned his face to her so she could kiss him and caress his chest. Emily kissed him on the opposite side of his neck and caressed his groin. They continued this for a minute, then they switched. Emily kissed Evan while still caressing his groin. Mia kissed the opposite side of his neck and continued to caress his chest. They continued to take turns kissing Evan in the backseat. Before he knew it, he was there. It was his house. “Why are we coming here?” Evan asked nervously. Holly turned off her car and turned around to face Evan. “Don’t open your door, just knock. Pay attention to how Leila reacts to seeing you” “Please do it Evan, we’ll be here to back you up” said Mia. “Yeah, we won’t let that bitch hurt you anymore” Emily added. Evan couldn’t figure out what this was about. Why are they bringing him here? He thought that they were just going to end up having a hot foursome right then and there in Emily’s living room. Were they planning to do it in his house? But Leila’s here. ‘Fuck it, I’ll do it’ “Alright, I’ll knock on the door, instead of opening it.” Evan got out of the car and went up to his front door. He knocked on his door waiting patiently. He started to hear Leila walking to the door. He heard her opening it. As it opened, Leila was speaking, “You’re early babe…” Leila’s smiley face immediately turned to that of disbelief. She was caught. Evan saw his wife in sexy lingerie, with a wine glass in her hand. She had fixed her hair as if she were going on a date. “E… Evan… Wha… What are you doing here?” “You’re early babe?” Evan said with an angry tone. Leila knew she was caught. Evan wasn’t that oblivious. She looked behind him and saw the three bitches that she despised. Holly, Mia and Emily had heard and seen everything. Leila didn’t know what to do except change the subject. “What are those three doing here?!” she raised her voice. “The real question is ‘What are you doing here?’ behind Evan’s back” Holly countered her. “Shut the fuck up bitch! I want all three of you off my property!” Leila said, aggravated. She continued “Evan! How dare you bring these three here, when you know I never wanted to see them here again. You have the nerve to…” “SHUT UP!!!” Evan yelled with much anger. Leila shut up quick and was quite intimidated. She had never experienced such an angry side to Evan like this. She was so in shock and a bit terrified from it that she did not dare open her mouth as to not piss him off further. “I have loved you and put up with your shit for too long already! You fucking tell me it won’t happen again and it did. On your birthday, you do it again and text me you’re out with Joan! Yet I find you with ‘him’ again. You lie to me again, this morning now! Look! The way you’re dressed, your wine glass, your fucking facial expression when you saw me at the door! I’VE HAD ENOUGH!!! YOU! FUCKING! BITCH!!!!!!!!” Evan had so much resentment towards Leila since the first time she hurt him. It never went away and only worsened when he caught her again. It started to slowly turn to hate. Finding out that that man was the male stripper she had sex with before their marriage. The fact that she lied and said it was only two months. The mistreatment, the deception, the underappreciation, the cold lack of consideration for his feelings, her value towards their marriage. He had had enough. Seeing her like this, not expecting him, but that stripper. It was never going to end. His emotions had taken over. He was so angry and in pain. “Now you’re gonna pay!” Holly added. “You fucking bitch!” Emily continued for her. “It’s time to put you in your place!” Mia finished. The three all went for Leila and restrained her. Evan noticed that Emily had a bag in her hand with a rope sticking out. It had a strange looking pre-tied knot at the end sticking out of the bag. “Hey! What the fuck are you doing?!” Leila yelled. They held her wrists together with the knot end of the rope. Leila struggled, but she couldn’t get out of it. Holly threw the other end of the rope up to the chandelier. Once the rope came back down, Holly grabbed it and tied it to the sturdiest object she could find. The chandelier acted as hook to pull Leila up. Evan was so in shock that he didn’t verbally react to what he was seeing right away. He was still trying to process in his mind if he was seeing what he thought he was seeing. It looked like his three friends were going to execute Leila through hanging. He then snapped out of that thought. “Wait! Don’t kill her!” “Don’t worry Evan, we’re not going to ‘kill’ her” Mia responded calmly. She looked like she was about to laugh at how he foolishly assumed that that was what they were doing. “You three are fucking crazy! Evan, stop them! If you’re really my husband, than stop them!” Leila yelled from the top of her lungs. Evan was unresponsive and gave her a cold look. “You fucking pathetic excuse for a husband!…” Emily stuffed a bondage gag in her mouth. “That should shut her up” Emily said with a smile. The three hung Leila up by her wrists. She was unable to fight back. She couldn’t even touch the floor, unless she tip toed. She tried to kick them, but they soon pulled out another rope from the bag to tie her feet. Leila was now completely bound and helpless. She was wearing nothing but her lingerie. She quickly gave up trying to struggle, it was no use. She would only make herself tired. She was now standing with her hands up, facing the living room couches with only her toes touching the floor. The girls stood in front of her, admiring their work. “Good job team!” Holly said. They all high-fived. They then turned their attention to Evan. The three seductively walk up to him and grab him. They gently guide him to the couch right in front of Leila’s view. “Wait, what about Leila…” Emily puts her finger to his lips and says, “Enough talk” “We want to make you feel good now” Holly added. “And this bitch has a front row seat to everything” Mia finished. They then take turns kissing him in front of Leila with each of them caressing different spots on his body. Evan was uncomfortable with the idea, but was soon overcome with their seduction. Leila was in a state of complete incredulity. She couldn’t believe Evan would actually cheat on her. She thought she had him in her grasp. She starts to mumble, but the three girls just smile while looking at her. Evan was too distracted and too aroused to notice. “As promised Emily, you can go first, it’s only fair” Holly told Emily. “Yeah, you first Emily, I wouldn’t feel right if you didn’t” said Mia. Holly unzipped Evan’s pants and was about to put his cock in her mouth. But then Emily stopped her. “I wanna do it” “Okay Emily. Here you go” Holly passed Evan’s cock in her hand to Emily. She took his cock in her hand. Her hands looked small and fragile. It made Evan’s cock look even larger than it already was. Emily noticed right away that Evan was very ‘gifted’. She gulped and had a nervous look on her face. “Come on, we don’t have all day ‘virgin’.” Mia joked. “Shut up Mia” Emily opened her mouth and allowed the head of his cock into her mouth. It was bigger than what she’d practiced on. She used sausages most of the times and occasionally a banana, if it was one of the less curved ones. ‘Oh my God! It’s so big!’ She got only 4 inches in and was already struggling. She continued to go slowly, taking her time. Mia decided to make out with Evan while she waited. Holly decided to just alternate between caressing her breasts and caressing Evan while he rubbed her. Mia then told Evan to switch and Holly was now kissing him. Mia played with her breasts while Evan kissed Holly. The two continued switching off as Emily continued to take another inch in, remembering what she did when she practiced. As she kept trying, she eventually got to 6½ inches. Holly noticed that Emily wasn’t making as fast of progress. “Emily? Are you okay?” Holly asked with suspicion. “I… I’m fine!” Emily responded defensively. “Do you not know how to suck cock?” Mia asked. “It’s just that it’s big! That’s all!” Holly and Mia chuckled at her remark. They turned to look at Leila. She seemed to be in a completely mortified state. Perfect. The two continue to kiss Evan and Emily was now at 7 inches. Evan stopped and turned his attention to Emily. “Emily, you can stop right where you’re at and…” “NO! I’m gonna take all of your cock in my mouth and that’s final!” Emily answered Evan back. She then went back on his cock, now forcing it in, all the way to 8 inches. She gagged and pulled out. She started to cough and drool all over his thigh. Her eyes were tearing as well. “Emily, please, don’t push yourself” “Evan, I’m not just doing this for you, I’m doing this for me as well” Emily continued to force Evan’s cock in her mouth. She was almost there, but she felt herself about to gag. However, she pushed and got all 8½ inches before pulling out and coughing again. Evan took hold of Emily’s face. His palms came in contact with her cheeks. She was nervous all of a sudden. He looked her in her beautiful green eyes. ‘What is he doing?’ ‘Did I do a bad job?...’ ‘It’s because I drooled! He doesn’t like that! Does he?’ “Emily, I truly admire your dedication to take all of me in your mouth. You are just so adorable and incredibly sexy when you do it” Emily turned red from the compliment. Then Evan brought her closer to his face and kissed her. That felt like it was indeed a reward for her efforts. Emily’s heart melted from the moment of his compliment. “How about I pay you back?” Before Emily could think, Evan lifted her up with ease, due to her small frame, and put her on the couch. She laid there as he, Mia and Holly removed her clothes. She was completely naked and quite embarrassed. ‘Oh my God, he’s seeing me naked’ ‘I’m so embarrassed’ ‘I hope he likes my body’ Evan could see that Emily was a bit self-conscious about her body. She was covering up her breasts and pussy with her hands. He removed all of his clothes so she wasn’t the only one who naked. He then comforted her, “Emily, there’s no need to be ashamed of your beautiful body. It’s perfect” “But you’ll see everything if I uncover myself…” “You are just too cute. Of course I will. How else would I caress? Kiss you? Lick you? Pleasure you?” Emily whimpered from his words. They made her weak. She then uncovered her little perky breasts and cute, pale, shaved pussy. She was turning red from embarrassment. She was sure that everyone would find out. She had kept something from her friends. She hid it away, now they were about to find out soon. Evan went down on Emily and tenderly licked at her small, swollen clitoris. He licked away and massaged Emily’s legs to help with her arousal and relax her tension as well. “Evan… Oh Evan… It’s better than I imagined” Emily moaned softly. Mia looked at Leila’s face to see how she was taking it. She couldn’t stand the sight of Evan eating out Emily. She looked angry. Mia then turned around and saw that Holly was naked and was cupping her breasts while showing tongue to her as a way of mocking her size. Mia quickly exposed her breasts as well and did the same. Leila was even more furious now. ‘That pathetic worm!’ ‘I’m his wife!’ ‘He’s a cheating, lying bastard!’ ‘They’re just my friends?! Bullshit!’ As Mia was showing off her breasts to Leila, Holly turned around to face Emily and Evan. She walked up to them and knelt next to where Emily was laying down. Emily was closing her eyes, enjoying the sensation of Evan’s tongue. Holly then put one of Emily’s nipples in her mouth and started to lick and suck on it. Emily opened her eyes wide and looked to her side to see Holly sucking one of her nipples. She freaked out, “Ahh! Holly! What are you doing?! That’s Evan’s job!” “Don’t worry Emily, I’m just helping him. Just close your eyes and enjoy the sensation” “No! I’m not a lesbian!” “I’m not asking you to be a lesbian. I’m just asking you to try out being bi” Evan stopped and just watched their argument. He decided that the best way to break it up and have Emily back in her aroused state was to continue eating her out. He was right. Evan continued to lick Emily’s pussy. She moaned, taking her mind off the argument. Holly then put Emily’s nipple back in her mouth while rubbing the other one with her fingers. “No! Holly! I don’t want that!” “Please Emily, just try it for five minutes and if you don’t like it, I’ll stop, okay?” Evan decided to aid Holly and said, “Please Emily, just try it. I’ll think no differently of you if you like or dislike it” “Er…Fine!” Holly did make her nipple feel good. Emily was curious. Holly put Emily’s nipple back in her mouth and she started to moan from it as Evan licked at her wet pussy. Mia overheard the argument and decided to join. She took off all her clothes and started walking in their direction, but when she was there, she turned around to insult Leila’s cup size one more time. Leila’s facial expression showed much displeasure. Mia then turned back to her friends and knelt next to Holly. She could see that Emily was enjoying the tonging from Evan and Holly. “So how is it Emily?” Holly asked. “It’s… okay…” Emily said, trying to hide the fact that she enjoyed it. “Hmm, seems I just have to work harder then” Holly continued sucking on Emily’s nipple, but then she saw Mia next to her. She stopped and offered Mia Emily’s nipple to suck. “I’ve never done that before” “Try it, you might find out you like it” “I don’t know, I don’t even know the first clue on how to pleasure another woman with my tongue” “It’s easy, just like this” Holly then assaulted Mia’s breasts with her tongue. Licking and sucking on her nipples. “Holly!... [gasp] Oh…” Mia could tell that Holly was good at pleasuring another woman. Her nipple sucking felt amazing. Holly then reached down and caressed Mia’s clitoris. Mia started moaning loader. “Holly… That’s not fair!” The clitoral stimulation just made the pleasure even more intoxicating. The stimulation made Mia weak, so she leaned towards Holly and clung to her as she was helpless to fight back. She had become Holly’s pleasure slave. ‘I could get used to this’ Mia thought to herself. Emily, still enjoying Evan’s tongue, noticed that Holly’s stimulation did add to her pleasure. She wanted Holly back on her nipple, but she didn’t want to ask her. It would be too embarrassing. She just closed her eyes again, enjoying Evan’s tongue. She then felt Holly’s mouth on her nipple again. “Oh Holly! Yes!...” Emily moaned. She was going to cum now. She kept her eyes closed and moaned, “I’m cumming!” Emily felt her climax wash over her. She had just gotten her pussy licked by the man she loved for so long and although she didn’t want to admit it, Holly sucking her nipples made her orgasm all the more better. She opened her eyes to see that it was Mia sucking her nipple. “Mia?!” “Surprise hehe” Mia giggled. Evan could see that Holly had successfully opened Mia and even Emily to the idea of bisexuality. That aroused him a lot. He was tremendously horny now. He wanted to enter Emily. “Emily, are you ready to have sex?” Emily gave a nervous look. She seemed suspiciously nervous. “Oh!... uh… Yes… I am… Please Evan, take me for the first time like this. I want you on top of me” “Okay Emily” Evan stripped and got into position. He pressed his cock at Emily’s entrance, but then Emily stopped him. “Wait! I wanna hear what that bitch has to say as I have sex with you” Mia headed over to remove the gag. Holly felt a bit dehydrated and decided to make a trip to the kitchen to get glasses of water for everyone, except Leila. “Be back guys, I’m just gonna get us some water” As Mia removed Leila’s gag, Leila spat whatever angry vulgar comments she could think of. “You fucking cheating bastard! You do this to your wife?! You fucking piece of shit! You…” SLAP! Mia slapped Leila straight across the face. She didn’t hold back. She hit her cheek full force. It caused Leila’s head to turn violently. Mia then yelled at her, “SHUT UP! YOU FUCKING BITCH! YOU HAVE NO RIGHT!!!” “Fuck you Mia! And fuck you Evan!!! You… ” SLAP! “SHUT THE FUCK UP! DON’T YOU DARE TALK TO HIM LIKE THAT!” Leila was afraid of getting slapped again. She knew that she would be incapable of getting loose at this rate. She had severely angered and afflicted so much pain on Evan. She could not convince him to let her loose by yelling at him. So, she decided to change her game plan and play the victim. Leila started to cry forced tears. “Evan… Please, I’m YOUR WIFE… Please don’t do this to me… I know I haven’t exactly been wife of the year…” “That’s an understatement!” Emily interrupted her. Leila’s face turned sour from Emily statement, but she decided to keep her cool and continue her attempt to persuade Evan. “…but deep down inside, I still love you… Please babe… Please, give me another chance… I regret hurting you. I know that you still love me deep down inside” Evan’s face turned from aroused to remorseful. It was working. If she could convince him just a little bit more… “Evan! This bitch is planning on divorcing you!” Holly yelled as she entered the living room. She held out the divorce papers she had found on the kitchen table, signed by Leila. Leila’s face said it all. She was caught, again. ‘Fuck! I left that on the kitchen table! Goddammit! How am I gonna get outta this one?’ Leila cursed herself in her head. Mia and Emily were just as infuriated as Holly now and Evan’s face changed from remorseful to angry. Evan’s guilt turned to anger. He couldn’t believe it. He did whatever he could to save his marriage. He treated her right. He cooked for her, massaged her back when she had a rough day at work, gave her advice on wherever he could help her… he spoiled her, the list could go on. He paid for the house, the weekly cleaning maid, the bills, EVERYTHING. All she used her money for was anything and everything she desired while shopping. Hell, sometimes, she would use some of his money to get what she wanted. Evan thought of all this and all he said was, “I’ve had enough of your bullshit Leila…” With that, Evan turned his attention to Emily. He gazed into her emerald eyes as he entered her. Emily let out a load moan. Emily was extremely tight, tighter than Mia and Holly. He figured it was her small figure. As he looked into Emily’s eyes, she seemed to be in pain. “Oh, Emily, am I hurting you?! I’ll take it out!” “No, Evan, wait!” Emily had hid something from her friends. A secret that none of them knew about her. As Evan pulled out his cock, he noticed that there was blood on it. Did he hurt her and cause her to bleed? Then it dawned upon him. Why she was so embarrassed about her body, why she was so inexperienced at giving a blowjob, why she was so tight. “Emily!… Your… You…” Emily smiled at him and finished his sentence by simply saying, “…found the right man to give it away to” Once she completed his sentence, she didn’t give him a chance to talk. She wrapped her arms around his neck and went straight for a kiss. She kissed him so lovingly, releasing all the different emotions she was feeling at the moment they had finally become one. Evan reentered her, but this time, slowly. While Evan was preoccupied with making love to Emily, Mia and Holly decided to have some fun with Leila. Leila couldn’t believe that Evan was actually having sex with someone else before her eyes. It was bad enough that he kissed women in front of her, but now he was starting to have sex with one of them. That miserable prick actually thinks he can do whatever he wanted. She wouldn’t stand for it. Leila was about to open her mouth to yell at Evan again, but then… SLAP! “Don’t you dare interrupt them you bitch!” Mia snapped at her. Leila was about to answer her back, but then Holly walked up to her other side and slapped her other cheek. SLAP! “If you know what’s good for you, you’ll shut the fuck up!” Holly said angrily. Leila was infuriated, but she knew that if she tried to say anything, she would only get slapped again. She just looked at Holly and Mia bitterly with much resentment on her face. She hated the three more than she ever did before. They had attempted to ruin what she had with Evan on their wedding day and she allowed Evan to still talk to them. This is the thanks she got for allowing him to even speak to these bitches. They were about to take away everything that she had worked for. The wealth she shared with Evan… her wealth, her happiness. She had to do something to stop them. She wasn’t about to let these three bitches come in and steal her man… her source of income. Well, her real man was Brad. It’s just that without Evan, she would be out on the streets, unable to enjoy herself the way she did currently. She had planned to get what she could out of him before she divorced him, but now that she was caught and bound, her plan went to shit and she was desperate to find a way out. SLAP! “Don’t fucking look at us like that you bitch!” Holly growled at her. Mia and Holly stood there, knowing exactly what to do to Leila. Phase I of the plan was to tell Evan that they all loved him and have him accept that. This was Phase II of Holly’s grand scheme. It was how they would exact their revenge… no, justice. This was justice for what she did to him. They were going to burn this bitch down for all the misery she caused Evan, all the strain she put upon their friendship. Now, it was time to carry out Holly’s plan to its fullest. Evan had applied a slower, gentler rhythm when making love to Emily. Emily did not feel as much pain as before and was on the brink of orgasm. She looked into Evan’s eyes and moaned softly, “Evan, I’m gonna cum!” Evan sped up, but made sure he did not go too fast and hurt her. He gauged his speed and level of intensity correctly. Emily was moaning in pleasure and cried out as she came, “Oh Evan! I love you! Please cum inside me!” “I… I love you too Emily! I’ll cum just for you” Emily moaned happily at what he had said to her and kissed him as she climaxed. She had longed for him to say that to her. She had fantasized so many times of him taking her virginity, with both of them telling each other that they loved each other. Evan let go and allowed himself to cum. He let loose jets of cum. His cock was filling up her pussy, coating everything with his cum. Emily smiled happily at him as he filled her up. She finally knew what it felt like to have the man she had loved for so long cum inside her without a condom. Leila heard and saw everything. She had the gag in her mouth again. She mumbled and struggled again. SLAP! SLAP! Holly had slapped her across the face on both sides. At this point, she started to cry in pain and defeat. Her face felt like it was on fire. Mia was searching through some mysterious bag they had brought. Holly saw her crying and started to remove the gag. “Aww, is the little bitch crying?” Holly mocked her. Leila, for the first time, felt beaten. She couldn’t find a way out. Evan hates her now, in fact, so much that he would fuck another woman in front of her out of spite. She wasn’t even allowed to speak. Not without being slapped. Holly, Mia and Emily had finally broke her. She now submitted and begged with tears, “Please Holly, please, let me go. I promise that I won’t drive a wedge between your friendship with Evan ever again. The same goes for Mia and Emily” “The moment I let you go, you’ll do whatever you can to emotionally manipulate Evan and have him never see us again” Holly responded harshly. SLAP! “You bitch! I’ll always hate you for turning him against us and hurting him in return for it” Holly said. SLAP! Now it was Mia who slapped her. She then joined Holly saying, “The same goes for me, now it’s time for you to take your punishment” Leila noticed that Mia had something in her hands. She had a 20 inch dildo in one hand and in the other… it was a butt plug! Leila wore a look of complete terror on her face. She didn’t know what they had in store for her, but she wasn’t looking forward to it. Chapter 7 Evan had pulled out of Emily after several minutes of staying inside her. She wanted to saver the feeling of him and his cum inside her. He went to the bathroom, carrying Emily with him. She was too weak from the excitement and strong orgasm she had. He took her with him so he could clean the blood and cum off of her and himself. “Will you be okay Emily?” “Yeah…” She smiled at him, then continued “… I’m so happy right now Evan. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did” “Of course I did. Also, Emily, I truly did mean what I said. I do have feelings for you too” “But you don’t love me… not in that way” “Not yet, but we’ll have plenty of time after I divorce Leila” Emily smiled at Evan’s last optimistic comment. Even if by ‘we’ he meant, her, Mia, Holly and himself, instead of just her and himself. He smiled back at her. He opened the door to the bathroom and was ready to start cleaning the blood and semen off them. Meanwhile, “OWW!!! Please take it out of my ass!” Leila begged and screamed towards Mia and Holly. Mia and Holly laughed at her. They didn’t even insert the dildo yet. They simply pressed it against her anus. Leila kept flexing her cheeks to prevent Mia and Holly from violating her. She couldn’t allow them to do such a thing to her beautiful asshole. They had already stripped her of her bra and underwear. Holly slapped her face and Mia slapped her ass. They kept unleashing an alternate pattern of slaps. SLAP! SMACK! SLAP! SMACK! SLAP! SMACK! “If you let us put it in your ass, we’ll stop slapping you” Holly promised. “You’re lying!” Leila spat out. SLAP! “You’re in no position to have a choice” Mia reminded her. She was right… Leila sobbed and relaxed her butt cheeks, accepting that she was about to get raped in the ass by two women she despised. Holly grabbed each of Leila’s butt cheeks and spread them for Mia. Mia pressed the lubed dildo up against Leila’s ass again. She did not put too much pressure to the point where it would penetrate her. She only put enough to scare Leila and keep her in suspense. “This is for Evan! You deprived him of sex! You denied him your ass! Now we’re gonna punish you for that! Consider yourself lucky that we were thoughtful enough to lube it for you!” Mia said. Mia then forced the dildo up Leila’s ass. Her anus resisted and clenched naturally, being an anal virgin. The head was pressing in, forcing her anus to stretch. Leila was too apprehensive from what was happening and could not relax, thus preventing her anus from relaxing, adding to the pain she was feeling. “Ow! Please! Please take it out! My ass will rip apart!” Leila cried. “This is nothing compared to the pain and misery you caused Evan” Mia answered her back. Mia gave the dildo a bit more force and then… POP! It went in. Leila started to scream and struggle away from the infringing dildo, but Holly held her in place. Her ass was burning. She begged and pleaded with Mia and Holly, “Please! Please take it out! It hurts… Please! I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m…” SMACK! “Shut the fuck up and take this shit in your ass! Also, what did we tell you to say?!” It was so degrading. Mia and Holly told her to thank them and call herself names as she was being raped in the ass. She just submitted to their wills in hopes of making it easier on herself. She sobbed, “Thank you! Thank you for pleasuring my ass! I’m just a dirty skank who loves taking in the butt! It’s just a cum disposal like my mouth and pussy…” Leila continued to sob as Mia forced all 20 inches in her ass. She never felt more humiliated in her life. It hurt to have it shoved in and what was embarrassing was that it made her start to feel like she needed to go to the bathroom. Mia finally got all of it in. She tried to push it out of her ass, but Holly used her fingers to keep it from slipping out. Mia then walked up in front of Leila to face her. She started attaching some strange pads to her nipples and clitoris. Leila realized that the pads had wires attached to them that led to the butt plug. She then asked nervously, “Wha… What are you gonna do to me now?!” Mia had an evil grin on her face and said, “You see this butt plug? It’s going straight in your ass. The area with the smallest girth here has a little button inside it. That’s where your asshole with hug around it. If your asshole tenses in the slightest, the butt plug will sent electric impulses to your nipples and clit, like so…” Mia squeezed the bottom of the butt plug where Leila’s anus would soon be. Leila immediately felt an electric shock on her nipples and clitoris. She screamed out in response to the electric stimuli. Mia then released her grip on the butt plug and held it to Leila’s face. “Lick it! Put it in your mouth!” Leila didn’t want to. She turned her head and looked to the side. Mia then told her, “If you don’t, I’ll just force it in your ass, unlubed by your saliva” Leila’s eyes widened. She then opened her mouth and took the whole plug in, trying to apply as much saliva as she could on it. Mia laughed at her and just remarked, “I always knew you were a whore who was good at taking it in the mouth” Holly was curious about something. She reached down to Leila’s pussy only to discover that it was wet! She immediately informed Mia. “Mia! This bitch is getting off to this!” “WHAT?!” Holly showed Mia her soaked fingers and they both started to insult her. “You dirty bitch!” “You fucking whore!” “You anal loving cunt!” Holly and Mia kept calling her names. They couldn’t believe that Leila actually liked having her worse enemies violate her ass. Leila herself was shocked by her body’s reaction. She was extremely ashamed of the way her body reacted. She then tried to defend herself, “No! I’m not getting off to this!” SLAP! SLAP! Mia and Holly both slapped her and she was quiet again. They continued to insult her and call her names. Leila was so frustrated. Her body betrayed her and she was forced to be quiet. She just didn’t want to fight back. She knew that either way, Mia was going to put the butt plug in her ass. She just had the choice of having it go in unlubed or having it go in lubed. She knew that verbally defending herself any further would only land more slaps to her face or ass. She did her best to lube the butt plug. She tried so hard to wet it that she started to get drool on Mia’s hand. Mia then pulled out the butt plug and slapped Leila. SLAP! “Eww, you disgusting bitch! You got drool all over my hand! Holly, hold her ass open and don’t let the dildo slip out!” Leila’s legs started to tremble. She was terrified of what Mia was about to do. Holly felt her legs shaking out of fright. She was amused. “Hey Mia, this bitch is shaking! She’s scared!” Holly said with amusement. “Aww, is the little bitch scared to have this go in her dirty skanky ass?” Leila was frightened beyond her wit. She knew her anus would clench the moment the butt plug went in. She was genuinely sorry towards the three for the first time. She cried real tears of regret and begged the two one last time, “Please Mia! Please Holly! Please don’t do this! I’M SCARED!!!” The two didn’t believe her. It was too late for saying sorry at this point. She had been a total bitch for too long now. She’s finally sorry now, when she was going to get her just punishment. SMACK! SMACK! “Shut up bitch!” Holly and Mia said together. Leila just closed her eyes and cried again. She was helpless and demoralized. She just kept her eyes closed and came to terms with what Mia was going to do to her ass. There was no stopping it. Mia started to push the wet butt plug against Leila’s ass. It clenched and the dildo gave a bit of resistance due to her rectum being unable to accept more. Mia didn’t care, she just kept forcing the butt plug in Leila’s ass. It slipped in easy with the lube from Leila’s saliva plus the residue lube of the dildo. Once the plug was in Leila’s ass, she naturally clenched her anus. She immediately felt shock from it. The shock caused her to clench her anus again, sending another wave of electricity to her nipples and clitoris, causing her to clench once more. It was an endless cycle and Leila was stuck in it. She started to scream, “AHH! Please turn it off! I can’t take it! It’s too much! Please Mia! Please Holly! I’ll do whatever you want! PLEASE JUST TAKE IT OUT!!!” Leila started moving her hips in a sexual fashion. She was humping the air. Mia and Holly knew what was happening. “You’re getting off to this, aren’t you? You dirty whore!” Mia scolded her. SMACK! Holly slapped Leila’s ass and joined Mia. “Answer us!” Leila was desperate to end the torture and said, “YES! YES! I ADMIT IT! IT FEELS GOOD! BUT IT FEELS TOO GOOD! I’M GONNA GO CRAZY!!!” What was humiliating for Leila was the fact that what she just said was completely true. The stimulation to her nipples and clitoris, plus the sensation of having her rectum stuffed to the brink. The two started to spank Leila’s ass, making her ass tense up, causing her anus to clench more. The shocks grew more intense and Leila felt a strong orgasm approaching her fast. It was too much for her and she screamed, “AHHHHH!!!!!!!” Leila’s anus clenched and relaxed at a fast rhythm as she climaxed. More and more waves surged through her. She felt like she was going to pass out. She had to control her anus, it was the only way. “What the hell is going on here?!” Evan said with a raised voice. Mia and Holly smiled at him and both answered him, “Punishment” Evan watched as Leila kept squirming as if she were in pain, but saw that she soon stopped. Leila had successful stopped clenching her anus. She relaxed it and every other part of her body. She was too tired from her orgasm and her struggle. She let her weight drop, she was too tired to do anything. She just looked to the ground in shame. ‘Did I really just cum from all this?’ She questioned herself in her head. What made Leila ashamed of herself the most was the fact that she felt physical pleasure from having her ass stuffed. She started going into denial. ‘NO! I didn’t cum from that! Anal is not something people should be messing around with. It’s dirty, sick and disgusting!’ Leila turned to see Mia, Holly, Emily and Evan staring at her. They could see that she was weak and stood there in disbelief that she actually got off to the torture that Mia and Holly had given her. Holly held her hand out. Readying it to spank her. Leila was completely filled with fear again. She was too afraid of what one more spank would do to her. Holly then spoke, “Tell Evan what you’ve been up to” Leila was so scared of receiving any stimuli that would cause her to clench her asshole again that she decided to say what they wanted her to say. In other words, the truth. “I… I… I’ve been taking it in the butt just now… and… I love it because I’m a dirty whore…” Leila looked away and towards the floor in shame. Holly undid the rope and let Leila down. Leila tried to get up, but her body started to cramp, so she let her body drop and relax. Mia pulled out the butt plug and immediately, the 20 inch dildo shot out of Leila’s ass. Mia picked it up and put it to Leila’s mouth. “Clean it!” She commanded her. Leila was too weak to fight, but she didn’t want to do it. She started to beg, “Please Mia… Please don’t let me do that… It’s so humiliating” SLAP! “Do it!” Leila opened her mouth and began to lick her anal juices off the dildo. As she licked around, Holly removed the pads and started to rub Leila’s clitoris. Leila was helpless. She had no choice but to close her eyes and take it. Evan could see that Leila was no longer being a stuck up bitch anymore. Whatever Mia and Holly did, she had just gone through a first class lesson in humility. “Alright, you’ve had enough… for now” Mia said, pulling away the dildo. Holly removed her hand from Leila’s clitoris. Leila then got on all fours trying to stand, but was extremely tired. Emily was still very angry. She thought about the times that she rubbed in the fact that her breasts were smaller than hers. The grief she caused all of them. She then stepped in and kicked Leila hard on the side. Leila whimpered in pain and fell to her side. Emily then kicked her in the gut. She wanted to kick her to death, but then Evan restrained her. Emily tried to break free, but couldn’t, so she spat at her. “You fucking bitch! I hate you for what you’ve done! You broke Evan’s heart on more than one occasion. Then you coldly brushed his feelings aside. I’ll never forgive you!” Emily said, enraged. Holly removed the rope and cuffed Leila’s wrist to the heavy, study table in the living. She made sure it would be hard for Leila to escape. She tied the rope that bound her ankles to the cuffs, forcing Leila to stay in a kneeling position. Holly then finished Leila’s bondage with the gag. “Hey Evan, you said she never let you fuck her ass right?” Mia asked. Evan raised an eyebrow in suspicion. “Uh… yeah? Why do you ask?” “Well, we stretched her out and you can put it in if you want, we’ll hold her down” To everyone’s surprise. Evan refused. “No, as satisfying as it would be to do that, she means nothing to me now, so there’s no point” Evan then grabbed Mia and bent her over. He spread her ass and pressed his cock against her anus. He then continued his reason for denying Leila his cock. “Instead, I’m gonna fuck the women I ‘truly love’ in their asses. Right in front of her. You girls don’t mind showing her how it’s done do you?” Emily and Holly smiled at his question and Mia turned her head to look at him. She smiled but then got a bit nervous. “Okay, but Evan… I have a bit of a confession to make…” Evan looked at her sweetly and patiently to show her that she had nothing to fear when it came to telling him anything. “… I’m still a virgin back there…” “Oh, is that it? Mia, it’s okay, we’ll go slow” Mia smiled and timidly answered him. “Okay…” Chapter 8 Emily had told Holly that she never tried doing anal either, so Holly offered to help her ‘prep’ for it. After much argumentative points and a bit of pressuring, Holly had convinced Emily to let her rim her. Emily was on her hands and knees with Holly kneeling behind her. Holly was bent over, putting her hands on Emily’s butt cheeks, spreading them. As Holly exhaled, Emily felt the warm air hit her anus. She clenched it in response. Holly smiled and said, “Oh how adorable. Emily, you really are a virgin back here” “Yeah, I told you. Now stop making a big deal out of it!” Emily said defensively. Holly began to attack Emily’s anus with her tongue. Emily immediately clenched it in response to the new, foreign sensation. Holly found her inexperience to be extremely cute. She continued to lick at Emily’s anus. Holly could feel that Emily’s little pucker was tense. She patiently kept licking at it for several minutes. It eventually started to relax, getting used to the sensation. Emily closed her eyes and just let Holly worship her ass. She started to moan from the pleasure she was feeling. She became less nervous, which allowed her anus to relax. Holly took advantage of this and pressed her tongue forward. It had slipped into Emily. Her anus immediately responded by clenching around Holly’s tongue. Once Holly’s tongue started to enter her anus more, Emily yelped, “Ah! It went in! No! You didn’t say your tongue was gonna go in!” “Emily, you need to relax. That plays a crucial part in you enjoying this” Holly then used her thumb of her left hand to rub Emily’s clitoris. Emily just moaned from the added stimulation and started to get caught up in it, taking her away from her anxiety a bit. More minutes passed with Holly stimulating her anus and clitoris. She felt like she was going to cum now. She was almost there. Just a few more seconds, but then Evan said, “Okay Emily, now it’s your turn” During the time Holly rimmed Emily: Evan did the exact same thing to Mia. Mia was standing up, putting her hands on her knees. Evan was kneeling behind her, licking her anus. Mia was very enthusiastic about it, rather than nervous. She let her arousal take control of her. Having her little pucker get licked by Evan was nothing she was nervous about. It was the penetration that worried her. She relaxed after a few seconds. Evan then began to force his tongue in her anus. Mia moaned from the invasion. Evan could feel her clench around his tongue. It was like her sphincter was giving his tongue affectionate hugs every now and then. “Mmm, Mia… your asshole tastes so wonderful” Evan mumbled in arousal between her butt cheeks. “Do you really mean it? Please don’t be just saying that” “I mean every word Mia” Mia was so overjoyed by Evan’s sincere compliment that she felt she was already ready for his cock. “Okay Evan, I think I’m ready…” “Not yet. I still have to stretch it out” “Oh, okay. How are you gonna do that?” “Like this…” Evan put his pointer in his mouth to lube it up with his saliva. Mia’s ass had been coated generously with his saliva while he rimmed her. He then pressed his pointer against her little pucker. Mia was nervous again. It clenched again, naturally. “Oh my God Evan!” Mia moaned in worry. “Relax Mia! You have to relax! Or it will hurt” “Okay Evan, I’m sorry” Mia then relaxed and his pointer went in. “Oh fuck! It’s in! Evan! Your finger’s in my ass!” Evan said nothing, but rather, he reached around with his other hand and used his middle finger to rub Mia’s clitoris. “Oh my God! Evan yes!” Mia gasped. She then grabbed her breasts and put one nipple in her mouth, nibbling on it. Mia’s breathing was now heavy with excitement. She looked at Leila, who could do nothing but stare in horror. Mia then stuck her tongue out to Leila and smiled. Leila’s facial expression showed that that pissed her off. She tried to struggle again, but again, got no results. This helped Mia to stay calm. Leila really unleashed her sadistic side. Evan then warned her. “Okay Mia, I’m gonna add my middle finger with my pointer okay? I need to stretch you out” “Okay…” Mia said with much coyness. Evan put his middle finger in his mouth to lube it. He then inserted it into Mia’s ass without his pointer. He fucked Mia’s ass with it slowly, then he pulled it out and pressed both fingers at her back door. He still kept a good rhythm on her clitoris while doing so. He pressed forward and it went in. Mia was relaxed and had no problems. He finger fucked her ass for a couple of minutes to allow her sphincter to get accustomed to the new stretch. He then repeated the process with his ring finger. Mia couldn’t tell how many fingers he had in her. She just moaned with desire and continued to play with her breasts. She was already close to climax from her foreplay only. She moaned to him, “Evan… Evan… Please put it in already…” Evan had three fingers in her. She was getting impatient. It would have to suffice. Mia then remembered the lube that she used on Leila and told Evan to get it. She was too caught up in her anxiety and pleasure that she had forgotten all about it. ‘There was lube?! Goddammit Mia! This would have been a lot faster and smoother if you told me that earlier… Oh well’ Evan headed to the bag that Emily brought in. He found the lube and pulled it out of the bag. ‘Water based anal lubricant’ it read. He poured the lube abundantly all over his cock. Leila was right there, cuffed to the table, sitting on her heels. Her knees were on the floor next to the bag. She looked at him and begged him in a muffled gagged voice. “Evan… honey please… please release me” She gave Evan such sorrowful eyes. She was sure she could get him now. Now that the other three weren’t there to dissuade him from what she wanted. Evan removed her gag and she was pleased with his action. He was finally coming to realize that she didn’t deserve any of this. She was wrong. Evan turned and gave her the cold shoulder. He had only done what Mia requested. She wanted to hear Leila convey her jealousy as Evan took her anal virginity. “Fuck you! You fucking asshole! You’re nothing!” Evan stopped. He wanted to yell back at her, but he figured that the best way to get her for that was to just leave her there and walk away. To go and show her that Mia was better than her at sex. He continued to walk away and as he approached Mia, she started getting anxiety. ‘Oh my God! This is it! He’s gonna take my anal virginity’ Mia thought to herself nervously. “Okay Mia, I’m gonna put it in. If it hurts, let me know, that’s the last thing I would ever want to do to you” Mia was touched by his concern. It was something she always admired and later loved about him. She took a deep breath and said, “Okay, I’m ready” “Evan! If you even care about our marriage, you’ll…” “SHUT UP BITCH! You want me to come over there and slap you up again?!” Mia yelled at her. Leila remained quiet. She knew it wasn’t an empty threat. Mia smiled and said, “Good… now be a good little bitch and shut up while you watch us. I’ll show you how much Evan prefers me over you” Leila just kept her mouth shut. She was tamed like a dog. A female dog. A bitch. Evan started to press the tip into Mia’s now stretched and relaxed sphincter. The head popped in with a little bit of effort. Mia moaned, “Oh Evan, you’re inside! You’re inside my ass!” Evan started to insert an inch in. Mia just kept moaning. He then pulled out all the way until only his glands was inside her. He then pushed back in, shoving more into Mia’s tender ass. The sensation was incredible for both Mia and Evan. Evan now knew how Mia’s rectum felt like. It was a lot like Holly’s, but different in a way. Leila couldn’t take it anymore, she opened her mouth again, but this time, it was a beg again. “Evan, sweetie, please stop… if you let me out, I’ll… I’ll consider anal for you” ‘Sweetie? You’re so fucking full of shit Leila! You never call me that’ Mia held up an open hand to promise Leila a nice hard slap if she said anything again. Leila shut her mouth. To Mia, even though the gag forced her to be quiet, it was much more of thrill to know that Leila was quiet because of her control. It turned Mia on in a sick perverted way. Evan continued to fuck Mia’s ass. She was then focused back on Evan sodomizing her. Mia now knew the pleasures of having Evan’s cock in her ass. It felt exciting, it was different, it was new, it was… “…good! It feels so fucking good Evan. Make love to my ass!” Mia moaned. Evan continued to pull out and push back in with just a bit more of his cock being added. He eventually got all 8½ inches in. He was finally done. Now he was ready to fuck her ass full force. He rubbed her cheeks and said, “Alright, are you ready for the workout? This was just the warm up!” Mia’s eyes widened. Warm up? She thought he was already fucking her. Little did she know, he was only trying to get all of his cock in. She was already at the pinnacle of pleasure, ready to climax any second and he was just getting started?! Evan then started fucking Mia at a medium pace. She moaned from his fucking. Evan kept going for about a minute, and then he started to fuck Mia at a fast pace. Mia couldn’t take it anymore. She was getting fucked in the ass by the man she loved while he played with her clitoris. On top of that, she kept stimulating her nipples with her mouth and forced his bitch wife she deeply loathed to watch. Mia quickly told Evan, “Evan! I’m gonna cum already!” Evan started to rub her clitoris and fuck her ass faster now. He went full speed before Mia climaxed. Mia was screaming in pleasure. She screamed his name as she was cumming. Evan then put her earlobe in his mouth and massaged it with his tongue. It made Mia melt. After a few moments, Mia was finished. She had had one of the best orgasms of her life. And it was from getting fucked in the ass. She could get addicted to this. Evan then pulled out and was about to head over to Holly and Emily, but then Mia had a very sadistic idea. “Wait, Evan. Cleanliness first. You should clean it before you go sticking it in another woman’s ass” “Oh… yeah, that makes sense” Evan turned to his bathroom to wash it off, but Mia stopped him. “No Evan! Your cleaning station is right there” Mia then pointed to Leila. “Alright bitch! Open your mouth and clean his cock!” Leila felt so degraded. Being reduced to nothing more than a cock cleaner. She was afraid of Mia, Holly and Emily. She didn’t want to get slapped again, but then she rationalized that Evan would not hit her if she refused him. He just gave her the cold shoulder when she begged him both times. Perhaps a threat would change his mind. “If you use my mouth like that, I’ll bite your dick off!!!” Mia quickly took a step towards her and raided her open hand. Leila flinched and shut her eyes, facing away from the two. She was anticipating a slap, but then she heard Mia going through the bag. What was she up to? Whatever it was, it wasn’t good. It never was. She was going to be punished again. Mia pulled out what looked like another gag. However, this one had a big ring, instead of a ball. Mia commanded her, “Open your mouth!” “What? Why?!” SLAP! “Open your goddamn mouth!” Leila opened her mouth without any more questions. Mia stuck the ring in Leila’s mouth and tightened the new ‘ring gag’ around Leila’s head. She tried to close her mouth, but she couldn’t. The ring prevented her from doing so. She then realized what it was for. “Okay Evan. Let’s get your cock cleaned up now” Evan stepped forward in front of his wife. Leila had no way out. She just closed her eyes in defeat and moved her mouth towards his cock. Evan then grabbed Leila’s head and violently fucked her mouth in the same manner that he fucked Mia’s ass. Leila struggle to move, but she was bound by the cuffs on her wrists and the rope on her ankles. She had no choice but to just take it. She gagged and teared. She had never had her mouth fucked like this before. Evan felt that it was clean enough. He pulled out and Leila immediately started coughing from her forced oral service. She was drooling all over her breasts, her legs and the floor. She was pissed. She said to Evan with an open mouth. “EWW HUCKING ASS COLE!!!” SLAP! “Shut up and tell it to someone who gives a shit!” Mia gave Evan a smile and kissed him sensually in front of Leila to degrade her further. Evan smiled back at Mia without even looking at Leila. They left Leila there with her mouth forced to stay open. It seemed like those three found more and more ways to increase her levels of humiliation. Mia made her feel like she was lower than a fluffer. They approach Emily and Holly. Evan then interrupted their anal session. “Okay Emily, now it’s your turn” Chapter 9 Emily was now extremely nervous. She didn’t even finish her preparation. Holly didn’t get to the part where she would use her fingers to stretch her out. She panicked, “I’m not fully stretched yet! I’m sorry Evan!” “What are you sorry for? Don’t apologize, I’ll stretch you out first. The last thing I would want is your discomfort or pain” That calmed Emily a bit. Mia grabbed Holly by the hand to leave Emily to Evan. She wanted to show Holly the gag that Leila had on. Holly and Mia started laughing at her. They found it to be quite the form of poetic justice. Leila was angry. “Huck ew!” SLAP! SLAP! Both girls reminded her that she was the bitch and they were in charge. They then started to converse. “So how was it Mia?” “It was amazing! I never knew anal could feel so wonderful. What made it amazing most of all was that it was Evan who took my anal virginity. I wouldn’t give to anyone else” “That’s good! That’s good!” Leila felt so degraded. She was forced to stay quiet and was bound and helpless to do anything while these two talked about sex with her husband. “Say Mia… how about you pay me back for pleasuring your nipples earlier?” “Okay, sure” Mia grabbed Holly’s breast and was about to suck her nipples, but then she stopped her. “Oh no Mia, I was thinking more along the lines of my crack if you know what mean” “[gasp] Ooooh. Okay, but… I don’t know how to lick ass” “That’s okay, here, let me show you” Holly turned her back towards Mia and started to walk away. ‘What the? Why is she walking away? Is she gonna demonstrate it on herself?!’ Mia then realized what Holly had in mind. She was walking over to Leila. Holly then removed Leila’s gag and turned around to put her ass in her face. She grabbed both butt cheeks and spread them wide, exposing her pink starfish to her. “Alright bitch! Give Mia a demonstration and if I feel that she didn’t learn anything. I’ll punish you for it! Make it good!” Holly spoke to her harshly. Leila was too grossed out by such an act. It was one thing to have something go in her ass. It was quite another to put her tongue at such a vile place. And this wasn’t some person she respected. No, this was the asshole of a woman she hated, making the command all the more humiliating. She really didn’t want to do it. She knew she would be punished, but she still tied to beg anyways. Hoping that at some slim chance, Holly would change her mind. “Holly please… please don’t let me do that… it’s so GROSS!” SLAP! “What! You’re saying my asshole is gross?!” SLAP! “You bitch!” SLAP! “You fucking bitch!” SLAP! Leila’s face was on fire again. She finally submitted to the most degrading act she ever knew. Licking the asshole of the woman her husband was cheating on her with. She stuck out her tongue and did her best to lick Holly’s asshole. Holly grabbed Leila’s head and forced her face into her ass. Leila couldn’t breathe. She started to struggle, but Holly kept her hand on her head and pushed her ass into her face. “Keep licking and I’ll let you breathe” Leila was tempted to bite Holly, but she knew that there would be hell to pay if she did that. She had no choice but to keep licking and tongue fucking Holly’s ass. Leila felt like she was going to pass out. Her oxygen levels in her blood were dropping from the lack of air. When she felt her consciousness start to fade, Holly released her. She started to take deep breaths. Breathing heavily from her previous denial of air. Holly started to treat her like a kid now. “Now what do you say when someone does something nice for you?” “Thank you…” Holly raised her hand towards Leila. She flinched in fright of another strike. “Thank you what!” “Thank you for allowing a lowlife like me to breath…” SLAP! “Wrong answer! But you were right about one thing, you are a lowlife” Holly held up her hand again. Leila was scared. She didn’t know what she wanted to hear. She quickly said, “Thank you for allowing me to taste your beautiful ass…” “Good girl” Holly mockingly rewarded her with words. “Okay Mia, so did you get that? Or did would you like me to punish this bitch?” Leila looked at Mia with pleading eyes. She did not want to be punished. As much as Mia loved to see Leila get punished, she was too horny to wait any longer. She wanted to eat Holly’s ass out. After seeing her dominate Leila like that, her pussy got soak and her ass craved to be fucked again. She forced Holly to turn around and got on her knees. She spread both of her cheeks and stuck her tongue in Holly’s anus, eating away like there was no tomorrow. Meanwhile Emily had just gotten used to having Evan’s pointer in her ass. It felt so big. How was she going to get his thick 8½ inch cock inside? She was laying on the couch with Evan kneeling in front of her for God knows how long. Evan worked with Emily to stretch her out. He stroked her clitoris to help her relax. It took a bit more time to stretch Emily out. She didn’t relax as much as Mia and she was also just tighter anatomically. Evan didn’t mind, however, his priority was Emily’s pleasure and safety. “I’m sorry Evan. Maybe we should stop… It’s hopeless” “I’m not giving up on you Emily. I’m gonna put my cock in your ass and that’s final” “Oh Evan…” Emily was touched by his dedication and effort. She had always loved him for his kindness and consideration. She really didn’t know how to reward him. She was already giving up her ass to him. What else could she do for him? In a way, she was the one who was reaping the benefits from this. Not him. It made her feel guilty. What could she do to thank him for all the patience and pleasure he had given her? She got it! “Evan… if you want… you can put it in my mouth after it’s been in my ass…” “Thanks Emily, but you don’t need to do that, Mia had a brilliant idea for punishment” He pointed to Leila, who was not being suffocated by Holly’s ass. Emily thought it was genius to use her as a cleaner for Evan’s cock. She really should be used and abused like that. In fact, she deserved worse than that. It actually sort of turned her on knowing that Leila was going to be forced to taste her ass. Evan had finished putting his pointer and middle in Emily’s ass. She closed her eyes and moaned. She had nothing else to offer him for his hard work. “Oh Evan, you can have my ass, pussy and mouth whenever you want, in whatever order you please!” “Thanks Emily. How’s your ass? Am I hurting you at all?” “No” Emily smiled “Everything is perfect” “Alright” Evan felt that Emily’s asshole was ready to be stretched out some more. He lubed his ring finger and stuck it in Emily’s ass. He gave it a slow rhythm for Emily’s anus to get comfortable with it. He then added his middle finger with it and slowly fucked her ass. Emily kept moaning and closing her eyes, enjoying what he was doing back there. That was good. As long as he didn’t hurt her. Evan then added his pointer, thus fitting three fingers in Emily’s tiny pucker. “Oh, it feels so tight!” “Does it hurt?!” Evan asked with concern. “No, it’s just tight. Please keep going” Emily just closed her eyes and started to rub, pinch and pull on her nipples. This anal foreplay, plus the clitoral stimulation was already bringing her close to orgasm. And Evan wasn’t even done prepping her. “Evan… I feel like I’m already gonna cum” “Then just cum. I’ll stick it in your ass and make you cum again” That statement excited Emily and with that, she didn’t hold back anymore. She continued to play with her nipples and enjoy what she was feeling on her clitoris and anus. She moaned as she came. “Evan… Evan… EVAN!!!” Her whole body was tensed for a few seconds and then she dropped. She had just climaxed. She felt that Evan had not stopped. Evan wanted Emily to climax as a means of helping her relax. The orgasm will relax her body and make things easier for him, which it did. Evan was now working three fingers up Emily’s ass with less difficulty. He wanted to stick a fourth finger, but decided against it. It was time to put it in. “Okay Emily, you ready?” Evan had broken the state of bliss she was in. She got nervous again. “Oh!… Uh… yeah… Oh my God! Evan… please be gentle with me” “I wasn’t planning to do it any other way” Evan smiled at her. The smile comforted Emily. Evan put lube on his cock again and applied a lot at Emily’s tight opening. He then pressed the tip against it. Emily’s anus quickly and shyly puckered away from it. He spread her ass cheeks and began to add a bit of force to her anus. Emily felt anxiety, horniness, and excitement all at once. Evan began to press harder than how he did with Mia. POP He was in. “Evan! Oh my God, it’s in! Oh fuck!” “Is it hurting?!” “No! Please! Please fuck my ass!” Evan pushed a bit in and pulled everything out except for his glans, just like how he did with Mia. As he pushed in, he made sure to insert just a bit more for every time he pushed back in. Eventually, he had all of it in. He was ready to really fuck Emily in the ass. “Oh Evan! God! I feel so naughty right now! I’m so turned on!” Evan continued to fuck Emily. He started slow and was now going at a medium pace. Emily continued to moan things to him. “Evan! I’m getting turned on knowing that that bitch will taste me off your cock!” Evan decided to join her. “Yeah! We’re gonna force her to clean your ass juices off me!” “Oh yes Evan! Yes! Talk dirty to me like that!” Evan then picked up Emily and flipped her over so she was now on her hands and knees. He was now fucking her doggie style. Emily reached back with one hand to rub her clitoris. “Yes! Fuck me like a little doggie! Like a bitch! I’m yours Evan! I’m your bitch to fuck as you please!” Evan was quite surprised by this. He couldn’t believe these words were coming out of Emily’s mouth. She was always so shy and now she was letting everything all out. He then spanked her. SMACK! “AH!” “Yeah, you dirty bitch! You love it in the butt don’t you?!” SMACK! “Ah yes! I love having your huge cock rammed in my ass! I feel so naughty and dirty doing it back there!” Evan was now fucking Emily at a fast pace. He then continued, “Are you my bitch?!” “Yes! I’m your bitch! I’m your little cock pleaser who uses her mouth, pussy and ass to fuck you!” SMACK! “Do you like getting spanked by me?!” “Oh God yes! Yes! Evan, I’m gonna cum again!” SMACK! “Then cum already you dirty bitch!” SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Evan fucked Emily at his maximum speed for a couple of second, and then felt Emily cum. Her anus clenched in a fashionable rhythm around the base of his cock. She screamed from her wild orgasm as she rubbed her clitoris. Emily had had two strong orgasms in a row. She dropped to the couch, making Evan’s cock slip out of her. They caught their breath for a bit and then Evan said, “So… you’re my bitch now?” Emily turned red and avoided eye contact. Too embarrassed now of what she had just said to Evan. She just told him that she loved it in the ass, she loved being spanked, she got off to the idea of Leila tasting her ass… She had to say something. “It was the heat of the moment” Emily said in a nervous tone. Evan smiled at her and embraced her. He then gave her lips a quick kiss and said, “Oh Emily, you’re so cute” Emily was quiet. She didn’t know what to say to that. Evan decided that he had picked on her enough already. “Okay, ready to watch Leila clean me?” Emily’s face had shot up with great glee. With a big smile she said, “Yes!” Evan and Emily headed over to where Leila, Holly and Mia were. Mia was busy tongue fucking Holly’s ass. Holly was rubbing her clit and started moan, “Oh God Mia, I’m gonna cum!” Holly then put her hand on the back of Mia’s head. Forcing her to lick deeper. She also pushed her ass back to aid in making Mia’s tongue penetrate her ass deeper. Mia wholeheartedly pushed forward as well. She wanted to have as forceful a make out session with Holly’s asshole as she did with Evan’s mouth that drunken night. Holly’s legs started to quiver as she finished cumming from Mia’s tongue. She let go of Mia’s head and noticed Evan coming her way. He had just witnessed her cumming from a rimjob. She got an idea that she figured would turn him on. She helped Mia up and commanded her, “Now come here and let me taste it!” Evan witnessed in complete arousal as Holly stuck her tongue in Mia’s mouth, desperate to taste her own ass. He was so turned on that he wanted to just make a kissing threesome with them. But he needed to let Leila clean him before he could have Holly’s ass again. They all look at Leila. She looks back at them with fear. She knows what’s coming. She opened her mouth willingly for Evan to stick his cock in. Emily grabbed the ring gag and put it in Leila’s mouth, tying it on her tight. “We can’t take any chances” Emily said. Evan stepped up in front of his wife. He was about to stick it in her mouth when she started crying. Leila was trying to say that she was sorry and that her tears were proof. Had she not been tortured enough? Evan looked at her and paused. Leila optimistically slowed her tears. Hoping he had finally come to his senses. He stroked her cheek and she started to give a happy look at him. “Sorry ‘babe’…” He then shoved his cock in Leila’s mouth and violently fucked it again. He had held a huge load in his cock for too long now. He wanted to release it, but he knew that Leila’s mouth was not the correct place to shoot it. He pulled it out and said to Holly, “Get ready, you’re next” “Oh no Evan, you already had my ass earlier, besides… I can’t wait to taste your cum. I want it” Holly then grabbed Mia and Emily, holding them on each of her sides. “We want it” Holly continued. All three girls got on their knees and opened their mouths. Together they said, “WE NEED IT!” Leila tried one last attempt to try to persuade Evan to release her. She struggled again, but to no avail. Evan turned to her and took off the ring gag. Leila started to beg Evan, “Please Evan! Please! I promise I’ll do anything if you leave these bitches and come back to me! I promise to let you cum in my mouth! I promise to give you sex whenever you want! I even promise to let you fuck my ass! What do you say baby? Huh?!” Leila said shakily as if on the verge of insanity. “It sounds tempting, but there will always be one problem…” Evan walked to his three new found lovers. He stood in front of them so his cock was within their reach and he finished his sentence, “… you’ll always be a bitch!” Together, the three girls said “YEAH, SO FUCK YOU!!!” Holly went for Evan’s cock, deepthroating him immediately. Mia went for Evan’s left testicle. Emily started licking his right testicle. Evan just stared down and watched as his three beautiful best friends were bringing him closer and closer to orgasm. He had lovely pairs of blue eyes, green eyes and hazel eyes looking at him, waiting for him to release. “Evan you miserable son of bitch! You’ll regret the day you ruined our marriage! You wrecked our marriage! You!…” Leila noticed that Evan wasn’t even paying attention to her voice anymore, she no longer mattered to him. He was finally free from her. “E… Evan?” Leila called to him shakily. Evan was going to cum. He yelled, “Holly, Mia, Emily! I’M CUMMING!!!” Evan quickly stepped back and grabbed his cock to start stroking it. Holly, Mia, and Emily just stayed in front of him, kneeling and opening their mouths. They were ready to receive his seed. To taste it for the very first time. Evan aimed his cock at Mia’s open mouth and shot his first wad into it. He quickly aimed to Holly’s mouth and shot his second wad into it. He aimed at Emily’s mouth and shot his third in. He stayed at Emily and gave her his fourth shot. He turned to Holly and gave her his fifth. Mia got the sixth shot and whatever else leaked out. All three girls swallowed their share of Evan’s cum and were satisfied. The all quickly got up and gave Evan a hug all at the same time. Mia to his right, Holly to his left and Emily to his front. Together, they said to Evan in a sincere tone, “We love you Evan!” Epilogue After the incident, Leila and Evan got a divorce. The two never saw each other again. Evan didn’t care. He was happy with his three new girlfriends. Leila once texted him to tell him that she and Brad were getting married. He knew that she just told him this for the petty to make him regret his decision of divorcing her. He wasn’t biting. That was exactly a year ago. So where is Evan now? Evan was at a local bar & grill restaurant. He ordered a beer while waiting for his three lovely ladies. The three said that they didn’t want to go anywhere special for their one year anniversary. They wanted to eat at a place that had a ‘chill and relax’ environment. There were flat screens everywhere. He watched the game as he waited, but he then heard someone to his left crying next to him at the bar. Evan turned to look at the man. It was Brad! He was crying to the bartender, “That fucking bitch left me and broke my heart!” He wept robustly. The bartender tried to share some sympathy with him, but he was busy with other customers and had to leave. Brad was broke. Leila had sucked him dry and all he had was a coupon for one measly beer. He finished it quick in his depression. Apparently, he caught Leila in their bedroom getting fucked in the ass by another woman with a strap-on while stroking another man and sucking a second man’s cock. Evan, despite being hurt from this man, felt empathetic to his situation. He didn’t feel the anger and hate he once did before. Brad was in the exact situation he was once in. He slid his beer to Brad. Brad saw that some kind stranger made a nice gesture, but quickly froze. He realized it was Evan. “So, you here to rub it in my face? The bad guy now gets what he deserves, huh?” “Just shut up and drink man. I’m being nice” Brad looked at him and looked at the beer he gave him. Evan ordered another beer and soon the two drank and talked. Brad was half way through his beer when he said, “You know, you’re not such a bad guy after all” “Thanks” “If it means anything, I’m sorry for wrecking your marriage. I’m a terrible person” “Although what you did hurt me a lot. The truth is, even if you refused her. She would have eventually found someone else who wouldn’t. It wasn’t you, it was her. Just look what she did to you man” Brad finished his beer, placed the mug down, and got up, ready to leave. “Thanks Evan, I really appreciate it” “No problem, hope you find someone special who won’t hurt you” Brad walked away, but turned to look at Evan again “I hope you do too” He then turned away from Evan and left the bar. Evan then saw Mia, Holly and Emily enter the restaurant, looking for him. He then said with a smile on his face, “I already have” THE END
The Slaver’s Retaliation
Two girls pissed of the wrong guy in town and punished for their transgression.
Story contains raping, humiliation and degradation of female characters. Read at your own risk. If you do not like this particular genre, please don’t read it and then dislike it for being too disturbing for your taste. You have been warned. Please judge my writing based on the prose, plot, language, character development, etc. Criticisms are welcomed. Thank you.
I’m a slave merchant. I kidnap women and sell them off as slaves. You would have thought that such morally corrupted dealings is something of the past. Far from it. There are a lot of sick people out there with a lot of money to spend and there’s apparently no shortage of women to be taken to fill the product line.
Slave trading, or in its more insidious terminology, sex trafficking, is an ignominious profession no matter how you try to twist and turn it. You could say that some women deserve to be slaves or that some women would live a better life being a slave to a millionaire. Whatever the excuses are, it’s still a fucking horrible thing to do.
With that said, that doesn’t mean I couldn’t use a couple of excuses to reduce some of the guilt associating with destroying one’s life. Particularly, a woman’s life. I do need to sleep at night after all. And while most slavers don’t really care who they catch, I have a self-imposed principle that I follow by when selecting potential product. No children. No young professionals. No mothers. The world is already too fucked up as it is. The least I could do is to avoid taking people that may actually help fix the world a little.
There’s another kind of women that I do not take. Rich brat with loaded daddies whom paid for their designers shoes and diamond encrusted watch. Believe me, these bitches deserved to be turned into slaves more than every other women I have taken. But the world isn’t fair and money is power. One wrong move and I could have ended up taking the daughter of some CEO who has ties with some powerful people in the political sphere. Which will not be a good thing if one’s interest is to be low profile.
But I’ll be damned if I can’t teach these ungrateful bitches some table manners once in a while.
I was at a five star hotel at Honduras. I had just finished delivering a product to a respectable client. As agreed, a hundred thousand dollar was wired into my multiple anonymous accounts. With more cash to spend, I decided to stay for a few nights as a reward for my own hard work. There’s really no point doing something so risky and no allow yourself to enjoy life a little.
After checking into my hotel and followed by a quick change into casual wear, I went to the beach to enjoy the sun and wind. I found a shack by the sandy beach and popped myself onto one of the many high seats. I ordered a Gin and Tonic from the bartender and sipped the cool liquid as I enjoyed the scenery.
That was when the tiny peace I had found myself in shattered by the giggling squeal of a couple of bikini clad girls. Judging from their accent, I would place my bet on the United Kingdom. One had a long blond hair and the other was a brunette with a pixie cut. They were very cute looking and I don’t usually say a girl is cute unless I really mean it. My eyes quickly fell to their voluptuous breasts that the skimpy fabric had a hard time to contain. My eyes went further down to their flat stomach, their round butts, then the smooth long legs and finally what seemed to be really expensive shoes. I didn’t missed out the classy bangles and platinum necklaces that adorned the girls too.
The blonde caught me looking at her and nudged her friend. The two women, who certainly looked no more than twenty, turned and sneered at me.
“What a creep.” the brunette said.
I raised my glass at them and proceeded drinking the cooling liquid nonchalantly. I had been called worse in my line of work, believe me. And I couldn’t really blame them. Young women preferred hot looking men. I hadn’t been working out much lately and my once well-structured body sort of melted off into a less defined mass of muscles and fat. The fact that I was hitting forty obviously didn’t help too. Still, I could probably haul these two over my shoulders and gave them both a hard spanking without breaking a sweat.
“Stop looking at us you perv.” the blonde hissed.
“Stop putting yourselves on display then, bitch.” I countered.
The two widened their eyes to an almost comical size. Their jaws dropped as if that’s the most horrible thing they had ever heard. The blonde moved around the curved bar and a second later, she was only a couple of inches from my face.
“What did you just call me?” she hissed and I instantly smelled a hint of alcohol from her breath. Little sweet cake here had obviously been drinking too much booze for her own sake.
“You heard me.” I calmly said and reached for my drink. That was when feisty blonde here slapped it out of my reach. The crystal tumbler fell off the table and tumbled down the slope before resting on a heap of sand. The content of it spilled out along the way.
“Do you know who you are speaking to?” she asked in a threatening voice.
“Who? The Queen of England?” I gave a mock response before gesturing at the bartender for another Gin and Tonic.
The brunette came to the blonde’s side apparently to show moral support for the blonde and almost tripped along the way.
“Her dad’s the Chairman of Pymex Corp. And my dad works as the CEO.” the brunette announced proudly, almost giddily too. Figures. These were brats with rich daddies that I detest. From the scent of alcohol in her breath, I took it that she too had been drinking far too much for her own good. Nothing makes young women like them the easiest target for slavers like me than drinking too much in a country like Honduras. In fact, I had quite a few slaves taken right out of this beach a few years back.
“You must have heard of Pymex, haven’t you?” the blonde said patronizingly.
“Pymex? Is it a snack?” I asked with a mock sense of humor. Of course I knew Pymex. It’s the largest pharmaceutical corporation in Europe and practically the largest supplier of medical products to customers such as the NHS.
“It’s the largest pharmaceutical company in the world.” the blonde announced with a genuine sense of pride, as if she hadn’t caught on to my sarcasm.
“Yeah. Her dad has so much money, he so can hire someone to fucking kill you.” the brunette hissed.
“I hope so. I feel like dying already just listening to you bitches.” I retorted.
“What did you say? Fucking old perv.” the blonde spat on my face. She had the audacity to actually spat on my face! I felt a flush of anger rushed into my face. My fists tightened into a hard ball, ready to be swung across the bitches’ face.
“What? You wanna hit me? Is that it?” the blonde goaded further with a slap across my face. “Come on. I dare you. My dad’s going to chop off your balls if you do.”
“Yeah. Come on you wanker.” the brunette joined in the verbal assault.
I knew in the open, any violence towards women, no matter how justified it was, was always wrong. That’s how society sees it and I would lose no matter what. So, I simply let my rage simmer down and wiped off the spat with a napkin from the bar. The tumbler of Gin and Tonic the bartender had just delivered helped a little to quicken my recovery as I downed the whole thing. I then dropped a couple of tens on the counter and walked off. They would pay for their stupidity soon enough.
“Yeah, you old perv. That’s it. Walk away with your dick between your legs.” I heard the brunette called out and then the two burst into giggling laughs.
“Oh darlings,” I muttered softly to myself, “My dick will soon be between your legs.”
Honduras was a haven for criminal activity if one knew where to look. One could get just about everything under the sky with the right price. With the exception of nukes and biological weapon, the extensive selection of weapons were really quite the sight. One could even buy a tank if one so wish to. I on the other hand bought myself a high performance taser used by law enforcement. I also got some handcuffs and some mild sedatives, which would prove to be really handy soon enough.
Then, I rented a small studio in an unremarkable part of town and hired the usual workmen that I had worked with before, that would keep their mouth shut for a price, to furnish the otherwise barren lot. A couple of hours later, there’s a large bed with metal post and chains on each corner, two medieval wooden stocks, a modified Spanish donkey, a couple of specially designed chairs with a large hole on the seat where the butt would fall into, and various other implements designed to keep its user restrained and exposed indefinitely. Some time in between a delivery truck came to deliver a horde of sex toys, whips, canes and torture devices and when I came back after lunch, the entire lot now looked like a fanatic’s BDSM chamber.
The only missing things then were the two bitchy English girls. They were the only things I didn’t hire anyone to acquire. First, their daddies were too rich to risk hiring outside help. No secret can be kept when money is on the table. So, I had decided to do the dirty work myself. Which wasn’t all that difficult considering how blissfully ignorant and unassuming these two were. They were practically flaunting their bodies for people like me to take. But I guess their daddies weren’t stupid enough to let their precious little sweet cakes go Honduras without security.
I followed the two girls to a tourist center. Behind them were three security details tailing the two inconspicuously. It took me quite a while to notice them. The three were obviously professionals and I had a feeling that even those two nut heads didn’t know they were being checked on by their daddies. I wouldn’t be surprised if the blonde had a tracking device up her cute butt too.
I had studied the layout of the tourist center down to the number of restrooms it had. There were multiple secluded corridors and hidden pathways; a legacy of the old decrepit structure before the renovation a few years back. Something that I doubted the security details knew of. Nevertheless, I had taken the necessary precautions.
When I noticed the girls entered a clothes store, I knew where exactly I needed to go. With the map of the center still fresh in my head, I moved myself through one of those legacy pathways that would without a doubt lead me to my preys. With me was a large suit case as well as a high-performance duffel bag that would soon to be the temporary housing for the two girls.
I finally found the place I wanted to be and sneaked into the back of the high end store. This place obvious had security cameras but like most of Honduras, most of them were just for show. As long as I kept my head down, no one would be able to see me through the whatever grainy images, if any, that the police would find.
I watched the two girls each entered a tryout room and behind them was a salewoman about the age of forty holding the garments the girls were going to try. Hidden at the corner, I reckoned three other employees. All three of them were busy handling the customers at the front of the shop, leaving the back relatively secluded. I put on a balaclava, timed my watch for two minutes, and then lunged into the tryout area.
The salewoman didn’t even know what hit her as I applied the taser onto her back. She jerked a little before going limped entirely onto my arms. I let her down slowly until she’s lying on the floor. The whole thing happened so quietly, the two unsuspecting prey were still yapping about the dozen ugly men that hit on them while they were on the beach. Which was great as it would provide cover for my identity should the police come looking them, since anyone could have been the one that had taken them.
I pulled out a syringe containing a dose of anti-depressant and slipped through the curtain. In front of me was a half-naked brunette still trying to take off her blouse. Her eyes fleeted to the large mirror in front of her, where her eyes fell onto my terrifying form. Her eyes widened like a doe caught in the head light but before she could turn around and scream, I had my gloved hand strongly cupping her mouth while the other hand sank the needle into her neck. The brunette struggled for a little before the drug kicked in and she went limp.
“…can’t you believe that?” the blonde called out from the other room. “Claire? You still there?”
So the brunette has a name. I smirked and went out to the other room.
“Claire?” the blonde poked her head out. She immediately saw my towering form and she was only barely able to let out a squeak before I silenced her with my palm. I pushed her into the room and use my body to force her against the wall. She tried to scratch my face but her nail simply skidded harmlessly against the thick fabric of my balaclava. I took out the other syringe and prick her right at the vein running along her neck. Once the syringe’s emptied, the blonde’s struggle became sluggish and a moment later, her arms fell limply to her sides.
I hauled her up over my shoulder, took her out and went back to for the brunette. She was exactly where I had left her. I picked her up and hauled her out of there and quickly moved to where I had come from. I went to the place I hid the duffel bag and suitcase. I placed the brunette into the duffel bag and the blonde in the suitcase. Once I had sure that no one was around, I took off my balaclava, stuffed it into my pocket and then turned my jacket inside out. Then, I headed my merry way along the way I came from and soon found my way out into the open street. Just in time, the alarm on my wristwatch announced the end of the two minute timer.
There, I climbed into the van that I had rented from an unlicensed rental service that could not be traced. The back had been retrofitted to carry cargo and the seats had long been taken out. I had placed a couple of mattresses on the otherwise inhospitable platform. I took the girls out from their confinement and laid their sleeping forms on the mattresses. I grabbed the handcuffs I had placed in there and cuffed their hands behind their back and their ankles together. A red ball gag in each of their mouth finalized the setup and they were ready to be transported to the BDSM chamber I had prepared just for them.
I didn’t fail to notice the brunette’s perky breasts and dark nipples or the fact that the blonde was only wearing her lacy undergarments. Their bodies were truly the finest specimens of female sexuality as far as I had encountered in my decade long trade. No cellulite. No birth mark. No scar. The only disappointment was the tiny tattoo peeking out from the blonde’s panties. I peeled the panties away and revealed a very naughty tattoo that I was pretty sure her daddy didn’t know about.
“You are a really naughty girl, aren’t you?” I whispered while tracing the tiny elegant cursive strokes that spelled out ‘Insert Meat Here’. There was an arrow pointing down to what appear to be the pinkest looking cunt I’d ever seen aside from porn. My cock hardened at the suggestive sight but I shoved my arousal out of my mind. Now was not the time. Once these two were safely in the lot, there would be plenty of time to play with their girly bits.
I pulled a blanket over their naked body and then climbed into the driver’s seat. I gunned the engine to life and drove into the main road back to the studio.
I was browsing the internet when the brunette roused from her slumber. She shifted lazily for a couple of second before her head snapped to attention. She tried to sit up but was held down by the chained collar that I had put around her neck. I watched with amusement as the girl turned from a dazed stupor to full on alert, as if she remembered the things that had happened at the dressing room. With her limbs shackled to the bedpost and her eyes blindfolded, I wouldn’t be surprised if she got into a fear-induced epileptic fit.
“Hello there.” I greeted in a manner that I use to greet all new slaves. “You shouldn’t move too much. You might hurt yourself.”
She went pale as she slowly turned to face me. I stood up and walked to her. The floor was covered with wooden panel and each stride the heel of my shoes clacked loudly. And as I neared her, the girl tried to scoot away as much as the restraints allowed only to find her body colliding with her blond friend’s.
“There’s no escape.” I informed and watched the scared girl trembled in fear. Not so tough now huh.
I placed my palm on her smooth breast and kneaded the voluptuous mass. The girl yelped as if I had just touched her with a hot brand.
“Stop. P-please!” She pleaded. “I have money. My parents are rich. They will pay you.”
“Oh, I’m sure they will.” I agreed. “But you see, I have quite a fortune myself. Enough to live comfortably till the day I died.”
“Status then. What about status? Shares. Stocks. Political position. You name it.” this girl knew how to bargain even when terrified. I had to give her that. But it was a stupid offer nonetheless, an offer only idiots would take up. Status required recognition and recognition was not something any criminal wanted as our entire freedom rested on our anonymity.
“I think I have something better in mind.” I said as I gave her nipple a light squeeze.
“Name it.” she snapped desperately. “I’ll give you anything.”
“I’m sure you will, darling.” my hand slid down her body, passed her midriff, her flat stomach, and then the cute triangular brunette bush and finally rested on her warm pussy.
“Nooo! Stop. Please. I beg you.” she tried to close her legs but the restrains kept her accessible enough for my hand to wander freely. She trashed her petite frame about to unlatch my hand from her. I placed my forearm on her stomach and pressed her down while my hand continued to rub along her helpless sex. As I did so, I noticed her nipples began to grew hard, no doubt aroused by the forcefulness of my approach. “Pleaseee!!!” She squealed.
“Ugh, shut up Claire!” pretty blonde growled groggily.
“Hmm. Looks like your friend has awaken.” I told the brunette and watched the blonde paled as she realized the predicament she’s in.
“What the fuck?” she screamed. “What is this? Claire! Where are you?”
“Claire is beside you.” I informed and pinched the brunettes clit until she yelped.
“Who the fuck are you?” the blonde shouted. “Let me go. Do you know who my dad is?” she began trashing about just as Claire did just a moment ago.
“Oh, I know who your daddy is, sweet cake.” I removed myself from the brunette and went to the blonde. “The Chairman of Pymex am I right?”
“How…” she swallowed nervously.
“How do I know?” I finished the question for her. “Well, someone’s been telling everyone who her daddy is.”
“My daddy is going to kill you if you don’t let me go.” she screamed and the brunette beside her began to cry. Tied down, naked and completely at my mercy, I was surprised that this airhead hadn’t figured out her complete vulnerability yet.
“I don’t think so, slut.” I grabbed a fistful of her head and pulled her towards me. The chain rattled and the collar around her neck tightened. The blonde began to turn white as she struggled to breath. When she began to choke, I let her go and watched her face flushed into crimson.
“You fucking bastard.” she spat once she caught her breath. “My dad’s going to skin you alive.”
“Well, if only your daddy can find me. Slut.” I reminded and splayed my fingers on top of the lewd tattoo. “And of course, that is if he can find you first.”
I felt the blonde trembled and an appreciative smile curved my lips. I was pretty sure she knew why I had touched there. “Daddy is so not going to be proud with his little girl having this tattoo.”
“Don’t touch me.” she snapped angrily.
Jesus. This girl really was something. I would have thought she would be a crying mess like the brunette over there by now. In fact, every slave that I had my hands on turned into a sobbing mess within the first few minutes of waking up. But apparently not this blonde. This blonde was really something else. Time to step up the ante.
I grabbed the blonde’s hair and yanked her to cut off her airway once more. As I held her head in place, my other hand prodded her pussy until two of my fingers slid into her dry snatch. “You will be sorry talking to me like that, slut.” I hissed into her ear.
I began to finger-fuck her cunt. I watched her mouth opened as gagging sound escaped her throat. “I’m gonna make sure your cunt’s real sore, slut.” I felt her pussy gripped around my relentless fingers while her legs trashed about in vain trying to shield herself. Eventually, her opening began to dampen, allowing my fingers to move faster and faster.
Once her face turned blue, I let her go. Her cunt practically squeezed my fingers out. The blonde then groaned like a maimed animal as she writhed and tensed. At first I thought she might be having a case of cardiac arrest, which was highly unlikely with her age, until her cunt squirted a shot glass worth of female cum onto the bedsheet.
“Ahhh….!!!” she cried at the same time trying to catch her own breath.
“You didn’t just cum now, did you?” I asked rhetorically with a sense of surprise. God, how long had that been? Thirty seconds?
“Don’t…fucking…touch…me! You…asshole.” she gasped with a very red face.
“When will you learn your lesson.” I made a mock sigh and then yanked her head up once more. She made a gagging sound as I abruptly cut off her breath. My two fingers found their way back into her wet snatch and resumed the finger-fucking where we had left off.
Her legs twitched and pulled against the restraints. Her body twisted and turned like a trapped fox desperate to escape. The chain rattled on and on, mixing with the sloppy sound of fingers moving in and out of the hole between her legs. When her face turned blue, I let her go again and watched the blonde arched her back. A second dose of girly cum oozed out of her battered sex.
“Ahh…stop…!” she gasped.
I yanked her head up again. “You better start saying please master.” I hissed and resumed the intense regiment of finger fucking. Her cunt gaped and squeezed my intruding fingers as if desperately trying to get me out. I repeatedly stroked the wet opening hard and fast until it squirted the third and perhaps, from the considerably smaller amount, the last time. The blonde went limp and collapsed onto the bed.
“What do you want, slut?” I growled at the gasping girl.
“Puh…puh….leeezzz…stop…” she finally said while still struggling to get the much needed air into her lungs.
“Please stop what?” I asked while seizing her nipple in a tight pinch.
“Ahhh…p-please s-stop, master.” she corrected.
I stood up from the bed and marveled at the huge wet spot that had formed around her hips. I hadn’t seen such productive squirter for a very long time and if this bitch wasn’t rich, I would sell her off to the highest bidder. Squirters of this magnitude are a rare find and highly sought in the slave market. Squirters can’t pretend to have an orgasm, which makes them all the more fun to play with. Hence the higher price.
“You are quite the squirter, aren’t you. Let’s see if your friend here can squirt as much as you do.”
“No! Please don’t.” the brunette started to struggle. “Oh, please. My parents will give you anything you want. Just let me go.” the brunette offered as I made my way to the large wooden box where all the sex toys were kept.
I pulled open the box. Inside were a bunch of dildos and enough plugs to fill every single hole the girls had three times over. I fished around the pile and finally pulled out a purple vibrator dildo the size of a Wii controller. The common size most girls have for their fun time in the bedroom.
“Please. I beg you. Please. Just let me go.” the brunette trashed relentlessly. “Please let me go master.”
I couldn’t help but to smile at her calling me master. “Nice try, whore. But no. You are getting an orgasm now.”
“Please oh please oh-” I cut her plea short by covering her mouth with my hand. I pressed the button on the vibrator dildo and a buzzing sound reverberated through the room. Then, I nuzzled the tip of the dildo between her pussy lips. The girl arched her back as she struggled to get away from the vibration but I made sure the tip stay where I wanted it to be. The brunette mewled, whimpered and occasionally yelped when I hit a sensitive spot.
“The faster you cum, the faster we can move on.”
After a while, the brunette began trembling and judging from the flushing of her body, I knew she’s pretty much aroused by now. Her cunt would be really wet and welcoming. I was right when I gave the vibrator a light nudge and the whole thing sank right into her pussy. As if like a loaded spring being released, the girl jerked her hips away. The vibrator came loose from my grip and fell out of her pussy and onto the bed.
“Aww, is that too powerful for you?” I remarked snidely at the panting girl.
I climbed up the bed and straddled the brunette, my ass pinning her hips down onto the bed. With one hand, I pressed one of her thigh down, forcing her to open wider. I retrieved the vibrating dildo from the bed and plunged it right back to the brunette’s pussy. Her reluctant opening widened and sucked in the vibrating device. The girl tensed up but this time, she wasn’t able to move much.
“Pllllleeeeaaaasseeee stopppp…” the girl wailed and I instantly regretted not having her gagged. It wasn’t like I was afraid of the neighbors hearing the girls’ cries. It was just that their shrieks were really getting on my nerves. I would gag them later on, especially the brunette. But for now, I had to make do.
I pumped the vibrating dildo in and out of her. Her snatch quivered at the intense stimulation and the brunette squealed like a fucking banshee. Her thigh tensed so hard I thought she might even get herself a cramp. Cramp could seriously tear a muscle fiber, which was not something that I wanted. So I let her thigh go and watched her snapped it up to attempt to close her pussy. The chain rattled and stopped her from closing it entirely, allowing me an ample amount of space to keep working her pussy real hard.
“Ughhh…..” she let out a guttural groan as if she’s struggling to keep herself from cumming. Well, not on my watch. I hastened my strokes against the helpless pussy and finally, the brunette surrendered to the stimulation and let out a powerful jet of girly cum. It wasn’t as much as the blonde, but if was enough to be considered as a squirter.
I pulled the dildo out and watched the cunt gaped as if it too needed air. When the cunt stopped gaping, I filled it up with the dildo all over again.
“Ahhh, please stop.” the brunette cried.
“Please stop what?”
“Please stop, master. Please oh please.” she cried out a girly squeal and her pussy unleashed yet another torrent of cum out as if to reward my hard work.
“Good girl.” I climbed down from the bed and tossed the used toy onto an empty basket. I turned back to look at the two girls and marveled at my handiwork. The bedsheet had to be changed, that’s without a doubt. But for now, I would let these two rest a little. The blonde, while I was working on the brunette, seemed to have dozed off. And I was pretty sure the brunette’s going to follow soon.
Well, it’s only been an hour. There’s still a lot of time left before I intended to let them go. There’s no rush.
I went back to the hotel. I needed to show the hotel’s CCTV that I was not away for long period of time. The more I was seen at the hotel, less of a suspect I would be in the eyes of any potential investigator. In fact, just as I expected, there were already policemen at the lobby of the hotel asking questions. As I approached the elevator, one officer came up to me.
“Good day sir.” he said in a very accented English. “Have you see these two girls before?” he showed me two pictures. One was the blonde and the other was the brunette.
“Yeah.” I said.
“Seen them at the bar by the beach.” I knew I couldn’t lie about this detail as the bar had CCTV.
“Yesterday afternoon. Why?”
“Just a routine investigation. Can I have your information?” the officer asked.
I gave him all my fake identification. Under simple investigation, my identity was as legit as any other. Only upon intense scrutiny would they know that the identity was fake. But by then, I would have been in another country or had a new identity all together. Then again, I had a feeling that this officer wouldn’t go beyond the simple checkup.
I went up to my room and took a quick shower to wash off the dried sweat. The shower was a relief and part of me knew that the girls needed shower too and really soon. I hated dirty slaves and even if I hated these to girls more, I still didn’t want them to smell like yesterday’s piss. After washing myself off, I called for room service and ordered my lunch.
While waiting for the room service to come, I retrieved my laptop from the safe and linked it up to a private server. A few moments later and the laptop screen displayed the footage of the hidden camera on the ceiling of the lot. From this angle, I could see the splayed form of the two girls on the large king size bed. The two were already awake and were screaming at the top of their lungs. Well, they could scream all they want and not a single soul would hear them. The studio used to be rented by wannabe rock bands and the entire wall was fitted with soundproof matting. The two would realize how futile it was to scream for help very soon.
The room service came shortly after and delivered the things I ordered. I took my time to eat the meal since I couldn’t leave too quick as it would be suspicious. I had to stay at least an hour before I could go. In my line of work, one could never be too careful. When the hour’s up, I took off into the market and bought food for the girls. I didn’t know what they liked but as long as it wasn’t fried insect, I was pretty sure their hungry stomach wouldn’t complain much. I even got two dog bowls from the local pet shop, one’s pink and the other’s light green, which are essential for their punishments.
When I entered the lot, the girls squealed in fear. The brunette pleaded as usual and the blonde conveniently added in as if they had both planned to negotiate in advance to convince me to let them go. The brunette told me how much I would be getting and the blonde topped up the amount to twice of that offered by the brunette. Well, if only the girls knew that no amount of money could get their sorry asses out of this. Besides, I would let them go, eventually. But these two didn’t need to know that for now.
“Shut up. Anymore sound coming from your mouth and I will stuff something in it.”
That shut them up immediately. I went to prepare their food, which were some kind of porridge with meatballs in them. It wasn’t in anyway vile but to these two, who dined all their lives with chateau wine and caviar, it would be. And I was counting on that.
I poured the viscous matter into the dog bowls. Then, I went to the wooden box and picked up a cattle prod. It was of course tweaked a little to reduce the amount of current in the shock. Leather isn’t the same as delicate feminine skin. I never liked damaging my slaves and I ensured the cattle prod’s power was never too high. Still, it would definitely still hurt.
I pulled on the balaclava and then proceeded removing the girls’ blindfolds. The bright light blinded them temporarily while their eyes adjusted. Soon, the two sets of teary eyes, one hazel brown and one bright blue, fell on me. I waved the cattle prod in front of them and then triggered the tool. A spark sizzled between the two tiny metal prong.
“I’m going to untie you one by one. If you try to do anything stupid, like say escaping, bloody pray that you get away. Because if you don’t, I’m going to make sure that you wish you weren’t born a female.”
The two girls squirmed at the threat. They had sampled just how rough things could get just a moment ago and obviously didn’t want anymore of it. I went to the brunette first. I unclasped the chain to her collar and then one by one, I released her limbs. I held her tightly by her delicate neck and yanked her out of the bed.
“Please. Just let us go.” she sobbed. “Owh!”
“Every time you talk without permission, I will shock you.” I warned and nudged her forward with the cattle prod. She limply went to the spot where I had laid the dog bowls. I grabbed one of the nearby chain and then locked it into her collar hook. It had a mechanism that required some skills to open so no slave could open it on the fly and escape.
“Now, get down on your four.”
I pressed the button on the cattle prod and electricity surged through the brunette’s skin.
“Ouch!” she cried and quickly got onto her four.
“Good girl. Now eat. The pink bowl is yours.”
She looked up to me with a frown of confusion. But the girl had obviously learned not to speak unless given permission to as she remained quiet.
“You may speak.” I informed.
“Fork and spoon.”
“There’s no fork and spoon. Use your mouth and only your mouth.” I said and couldn’t help but smiled at the look of horror in the brunette’s face. I went back for the blonde and dragged her to the same spot. She was very forthcoming now, as though she kind of realized that talking too much wasn’t going to save her skin anymore than begging the sun for rain.
“Now eat up.”
“But we-” the blonde spoke and received a shock from the prod.
“Ask for permission before you speak.”
The blonde’s face contorted in an emotional dilemma. In one hand, she was obviously new to the ‘getting permission’ department. On the other, she disliked the pain she would receive every time she breached the code. It was fun watching the girl contemplated while tears stung her eyes.
“May I speak?” she finally asked in surrender.
“We can’t eat this.” she looked at the two bowl of grub.
“It’s disgusting.”she sniffled.
“You have even tried it yet. How would you know?”
“We never eaten something like this.” the blonde choked on her own sob.
“Well, I tell you what. This food is going inside you one way or another. If you don’t eat it, or can’t finish it, I will shove it all up into you through the other end.”
“Y-you won’t.” the blonde said in complete disbelief.
“You want to try?” I growled. Not that I would since there’s a high chance of causing unwanted bowel infection. Still, as the saying goes, they didn’t need to know.
The two girls exchanged a look of despair before reluctantly lowering their head onto the meal. One bite after another, they began consuming the food on all four. That would certainly shatter whatever self-esteem they still had left. I found it to be very effective in subduing a slave, as though it solidified the notion that they were owed in every sense of that word.
It was slow and deliberate at first. But as they began to realize how tasty the food was, they appetite grew. Small bites turned into larger ones. I watched their heads bobbed up and down as they munched away at the dog bowl. I couldn’t help but to enjoy their cute butts propped up into the air as they ate.
I went back to my seat and checked the state of severity of the search. So far none of the news outlet had yet knew of the kidnapping. It wouldn’t be long though. Whatever the case, I needed to release the two before the news get wind of it and made this whole thing public. When it’s public, the police would be forced to search harder. It wouldn’t be long for the police to find me after that.
After half and hour or so, I checked back on the two, they were both trying their best to finish up the few bits of the grub at the edges of the bowl. No doubt they were terrified that I really was going to go through with what I said and shove whatever leftover into their assholes. Satisfied with what I saw, I pulled the bowls away. The two girls looked up at me in utter fear that it was almost comical. The fact that their faces were covered with grub added to the amusement.
“You won’t be able to eat them anyways. And no, I’m not going to shove them in your assholes.” I informed and saw the two girls visibly relaxed.”Now, time for your training.”
“Emmm…” the brunette whimpered.
“Don’t worry, if you are a good girl, I will make it enjoyable.” I remarked. I went with the blonde this time. Once I had her collar unclasped from the chain, I pulled her towards one of the wooden stocks.
“No.” she retreated only to collide her back with my body. I wrapped my arms around her small frame and carried her to it.
“That’s one.” I cryptically said when I placed her down on her feet. She immediately tried to run away as expected of all new slaves. I grabbed hold of her neck and forced her down until it was rested on the semi-circle carved out of the wood panel.
“That’s two.” I informed. “Now, put your hands on the curve.”
“No you sick pervert.” she screamed and struggled.
“That’s three strike now. Slut.” I growled. I grabbed the short chain installed to the wooden panel and clasped it onto the blonde’s collar, trapping her head at where I wanted her to be. Then, I secured each wrist before finally swinging the other half of the stock over the top and locked the blonde in place.
“Ahhhh….let me go you sick fuck!” she tried to pull away but the stock kept her body in place and at a ninety degree bent.
“That’s four now, slut. You really don’t want the count to be too high.” I warned as I knelt down by her legs. I pulled her legs apart and then locked each ankle to the respective shackle bolted to the ground. I took a step back and looked at the setup. The blonde was certainly in a very humiliating position where her bare ass was in complete display and her legs parted considerably for easy access to her pussy. I checked the restraints again making sure they were secure and weren’t cutting off blood to any limb.
I went to the wooden box and opened up the cover. In there, I grabbed a bottle of lube, a length of climbing rope and a butthook. The blonde turned wide-eye staring at the stuff that I was bringing to her.
“Get away from me!” she cried while pulling against her restraints.
“That’s five, slut.”
“I don’t fucking care. Let me out or I will fucking kill you.” she barked rabidly.
“It seems like you haven’t learned anything.” I turned around to the wooden box and retrieved a ballgag. I went back to her and the first thing I did, despite her vehement resistance, was installing the ballgag. “There, much quieter.”
The blonde’s eyes were bloodshot with both anger and despair. I gave her a pat on her head and then walked around to her ass. I squeezed a generous amount of lube onto the bulbous tip of the butthook and spread it evenly with my fingers. Then, I hooked my arm around her stomach and held her still. Once I had a firm hold on her, I eased the butthook right into her tight asshole.
“Emmmmmpphhhh…” the blonde cried a muffled protest.
I ignored her and kept up the pressure. Eventually, her asshole yielded and spread open for the bulbous tip to enter. There’s a guttural groan coming from the blonde as I eased the hook deeper into her. Once the hook was firmly secured inside her, I tied one end of the climbing rope around the hook and then inserted the other end of the rope through a tiny ring installed at the top of the wooden stock. I pulled the rope until the blonde began to arch her back and her butt perk up. Satisfied with the taut of the rope, I finally tied a simple knot around the ring to keep everything in place.
I put some lube on my fingers and then jabbed them into the blonde’s propped cunt. The blonde cried out of her gag but her ass remained relatively still. I increased the pace and fingered her hard. Her ass had remained still the entire minute of harsh fingering. Obviously, the hook had worked perfectly. Either that or she really enjoyed being fingered. But then again, no slave liked being fingered that harshly on their first day, or the first week for that matter.
I turned to the brunette now. She was already a sobbing mess, no doubt, after witnessing the way her friend was being bound. There’s another wooden stock right beside the blonde’s and it was still empty. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out who’s going to fill in that place.
“Your turn, whore.” I said and went to her. She scampered away like a terrified rat while shaking her head. I couldn’t help but to smile at the recognition of her own fragility. She truly realized how weak she was and if she hadn’t, the next hour would solidify that notion properly.
Hell, I might have been cruel, or sadistic for that matter. But whatever that I had done to them was very much the same a BDSM enthusiast would pursue. Unknown to these two, however much I hated them and wanted them punished, I still kept safety the highest priority. But boy I would be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy scaring the living crap out of them.
“Either you be a good girl and get yourself into the stock, or I can haul your ass there and then whip till your ass bleed. Your choice, whore.” I informed.
“I’ll go there on my own.” the brunette sniffled and sobbed.
I unclasped the chain from her collar and ushered her to her inescapable fate. She obediently placed her neck and wrists onto the semi-circles and let me locked the stock in place. Then, I went to her ankles and secured them to the ground as I had done with the blonde’s. Once I got her secured, I fetched a ballgag, a butthook and rope from the wooden box. Within a minute, I had two beautiful young things, stocked and hooked, ass perked up and cunt exposed, gagged and helpless, and ready to be trained.
From the wooden box, I picked up a cushioned spanking paddle. These girls couldn’t handle the wooden paddles yet and I was not that much of a sadist. I went back to them and began rubbing the smooth leather surface of the paddle against her ass cheeks. The blonde squirmed against the restraints and mewled through the gag.
I lifted the paddle about a foot and sent it back down. A loud smack cracked the silence of the room. The blonde lunged an inch forward before coming back to position.
“Five strikes, slut.” I reminded. “Each strike earns you five extra spanking. First strike, never speak without permission.” I then landed five consecutive smacks onto her bare butt. The nubile flesh jiggled at each hard strike.
“Emmmmpppphhhh…” the blonde squealed bloody murder.
“Shut up. You deserve it.” I reprimanded and landed yet another five smacks, each one slightly harder than the next. The once pale ass began to turn red.
“Did you just say ‘fuck you’?” I asked rhetorically in a very ominous tone. I knew exactly what my slaves even when they were gagged. It was a skill I developed over years of training them. The blonde quickly went silent as though she realized how much trouble she’s in right now.
“When will you ever learn my little slut.” I sighed and went to the wooden box. After a quick search, I found what I was looking for. I went back to the blonde and knelt in front of her. Then, I showed her the content I had in my hand. They were to silvery clips with weights attached to it. “Do you know what they are for?”
The blonde swallowed nervously and shook her head slowly.
“I will show you.” I grabbed her by her left nipple and clamped the silvery clip on it. The blonde cried in pain and then cried once again when I fastened the clip to the other nipple. “Better watch your mouth, slut. Or else the next thing I clip will be your sorry cunt.”
The blonde blinked in the tears but still didn’t not look away from my eyes. Almost as if she was challenging me, taunting me to do my worst. But as a trained slaver, doing my worst was not something I would ever go for. It’s too risky and too damaging to the slaves. Still, I enjoyed a little challenge. And I would be loving every single moment in breaking this bitch in.
I resumed the spanking. I took my leisure and spanking the blonde. Each stroke began to be more erratic and unpredictable than before. When the blonde thought that I would spank her, I ended up with rubbing the paddle on her warm ass. Each spank also sent her lurching forward and the weighted clips swung back and forth pulling against her nipples. I loved the way how her body responded as she slowly grew wetter by the second. Some females have a tendency to get aroused when being dominated and looked like this blonde here belonged to that category.
When I had finally delivered the promised twenty strokes, the blonde was squirming in heat. Her pink pussy lips were glistening with wetness and a few droplets of her arousal had slid down along her inner thigh. I tapped the paddle lightly onto her heated sex and teased it further.
“You are turned on by the spanking, aren’t you?” I remarked snidely. “You are such a little horny slut.” I added. It was some kind of mental manipulation on my part. Being told the same thing over and over again and you will be exactly that.
I turned my attention to the next girl. She had been neglected for long enough and she too deserved a spanking of her own. When I saw the swollen lips the brunette’s pussy, and the beads of arousal rolling out of her gaping opening, I chuckled in amusement. It seemed like the anticipation of being spank was enough to get this one all wet and horny.
“Look at what we have here.” I mused loudly and pushed two fingers into the wet hole.
The brunette moaned in what sounded like delight and ground her ass against my fingers. It seemed little brunette here too loved to be dominated. I had seen slaves becoming submissive within the first few hours and began to enjoy the training rather than hate it. But still, training shouldn’t be all enjoyment and no pain. I had long learned not to be carried away by the seemingly accepting behavior of the slaves and failed to train them appropriately.
“Aren’t you a dirty little whore?” I mocked, hoping that the words would jar her off the state of arousal she was possessed by. Immediately, the brunette shook her ass in whatever narrow space afforded by the hook. Her moans were no longer derived from arousal but from irritation.
I pulled my fingers out of her and then administered ten smacks onto her lovely round ass. I watched her body tensed and relaxed at each smack. Blood rushed to the hurt area and her ass turned red and spotty. Evidently, she went back into the state of arousal that had once possessed her. Her cunt was practically drooling with need.
“Look at your worthless cunt, whore.” I mused as I rubbed my fingers along the wet crevice. “It’s so wet and ready. I’m sure you want something big and hard inside you right now.”
The brunette mewled in what sounded like somewhere between wanting me and hating me.
“Do you want me to fuck your worthless cunt, little whore?” I asked salaciously while my finger gently prodded the troubled flesh.
The brunette raised her ass slightly as if searching for more stimulation from my finger. I eased the pressure off a little, keeping my touch frustratingly light. She seemed to notice my deliberation and grunted in annoyance. I watched her grinding ass with amusement as she desperately sought the stimulation my oh so teasing finger provided.
“Do you want me to make your slutty pussy cum?” I teased and pushed my finger one knuckle into her. A light moan escaped the brunette’s throat. I roughly pulled the gag off her mouth, causing the girl to yelp. As I sank my finger deeper inside her, she squeaked.
“You have to beg if you want to cum.” I informed with a snide smirk. I couldn’t say I wasn’t proud of myself to see the girl who once thought she could walk all over me now found herself in the verge of begging me for relief.
I watched her eyes blinked with needs. At the same time, I saw the battle that she was fighting inside her head. The battle that all new slaves had. To resist and suffer or to surrender and relieved. Most battle always ended up with the slave giving in and even if the slave didn’t at first, a few hours of constant teasing would convinced her otherwise.
“You want to cum don’t you?” I goaded and shoved a second finger into her wet opening.
She shut her eyes tightly and shook her head.
“No? Well, I’m not so sure if that’s what your body wants?” I moved the fingers out only to slid them all the way in. Her legs gave way a little, the hook pulled against her asshole, and she quickly straightened back up. Poor little sweet cake had no where to go but to endure my teasing.
“Ahhh…please.” she whimpered.
“Please what, whore? What do you want?”
“Emmmm…I want…to cum.” she whined.
“Only a whore can cum on a stranger’s fingers. Are you a whore?” I teased further.
She said no but her ass kept grinding on my fingers. Her pussy clenched relentlessly around my fingers, as if it was begging for more.
“Come on. You can say it. Say ‘I’m a whore’ and you can cum all you want.” I goaded. All new slaves needed a little encouragement to get them going. Needed a little ‘yeah, it’s normal to admit that’ kind of talk.
“I’m…” she mewled and then clammed up.
“You are what?” I continued to work on her drenched pink lips. “You don’t say it, you don’t get to cum.”
“I’m a whore.” she finally cried out in utter desperation.
“Good girl.” I rewarded her with a third finger. “Now say it like you mean it.”
“Please. Just let me cum.”
“You know what you need to do to cum.”
A short silence later and the brunette began repeating the words as if her life depended on it. Every time she said it, I would move the fingers faster, rewarding her for her compliance.
“Now beg me to make your worthless pussy cum.”
“Please make my worthless pussy cum, master. Please make this whore cum.” she cried out.
And that was all I needed to go full force on her pussy. She let out a guttural groan before her ass trembled violently and gush of feminine cum shot out of her stimulated cunt. While she squirted, I kept my pace and fingered her further till she began to struggle against the hook and shackles to seek reprieve. The restraints kept her relatively still while my fingers continued with the assault and before long, her cunt surrendered another bountiful dose of cum to me.
“That’s it, whore. You like that don’t you.” I patted her butt patronizingly. “Now that I’ve made you cum, I think it’s only fair that you make me cum as well.”
I unbuckled my pants and pulled out my hard erection. I had been waiting for too long and my cock was already aching with the need for release. I remembered the snark remark she had made on the beach yesterday and had vouched to return the favor. I penetrated her wet sex harshly. The warm welcoming nubile opening sucked me in and wrapped around me tightly.
“Oh, god. You have a tight pussy.” I shuddered as the pleasure spread through my body.
“You are so big!” she protested. I might have heard wrong but it did sound like she wasn’t completely disgusted by the fact that I had my cock inside her. Most slaves did. On the first day at least. Hence the restraints. Well, whatever. Like it or not, her pussy wasn’t going anywhere until I said so.
I pulled my cock out and then pounded hard into her once more. The brunette lurched forward from the momentum only to be pulled back to receive the next thrust. Sounds of wet flesh rubbing against wet flesh reverberated through the room. My hips smacked against her ass at each violent blow.
When I felt my balls twitching with the promise of release, I hastened my pace. The stock squeaked at the seams and the chains rattled at the roughness done to the occupant while screams of what sounded like pure ecstasy echoed in the room.
“You like that don’t you? You like being fucked like a whore.” I growled as I approached my release.
“Yes. Ahh…I’m your whore. Fuck my worthless cunt, master.”
Her unexpected respond hit me like a lit candle on the powder room and I felt my balls clenched. The floodgate fell open. A surge of cum rose through my hard throbbing flesh and rope after rope of my potent seeds filled up the brunette’s inviting cunt.As soon as the cum hit her, her pussy clenched hard around my cock, milking me, drawing more cum out of me. I growled and the girl squeal as we both hit our climax hard.
With my balls drained, I pulled my cock out of her cunt and watched the thick white cum leaked out of her snatch. She was a really good fuck, I had to say. In fact, her cunt might have been the best I had fucked. And to my surprise, she had enjoyed it much that I anticipated. I didn’t like the fact that her punishment had become her entertainment but the orgasm she gave me was more than enough to compensate.
“Are you on pills, whore?” I asked. The last thing I wanted was accidentally fathering a child with a slave. It didn’t make good business.
“Yes.” she panted.
“Good girl.” I gave her ass a little pat and turned to the now neglected blonde.
Apparently, this little naughty slut was leaking all the while her friend was being fucked. Her cunt was as wet, if not, wetter than the cunt of the now well fucked brunette. However much I would love to fuck her cunt too, my old age certainly hadn’t been too agreeable with my body. My cock was limp and it would take about an hour before I could pound her. Still, there’s various toys in the wooden box that could do the same job.
I went and picked out a dildo as thick as my cock. Grabbing a stool nearby, I positioned myself in front of the blonde’s bare ass. Her inner thighs were glistening with rivulet of her arousal flowing out of her cunt. I tipped the dildo right at her opening and shoved it in without any warning. The blonde lurched forward and let out what almost sounded like an appreciated moan.
I grabbed hold on her gag and just like it with the brunette, I yanked it down. The blonde let out a loud gasp as if she finally caught a breath of fresh air.
“Do you want to cum too, slut?”
“Fuck you.” the blonde hissed.
“Still haven’t learned your lesson, I see.” I said nonchalantly while shoving the dildo into her a few times.
“Ahhh…” she quivered with needs.
“Beg me and I will forgive you.”
“You will never get away with this.” she threatened while squirming to find some sort of relief for her troubled pussy.
“Oh, I’m pretty sure I will. Now, do you want to come?” I kept the dildo sliding in and out of her sedately. Enough to edge but not enough to make her cum.
“Go to hell.”
“Been there.” I casually said. Not that these two knew what hell really was. I doubt they didn’t even realize they were in heaven throughout their sheltered lives. And if they thought this was hell, wait till they got kidnapped by a sadistic slaver. This was far from hell.And to some, it might even be the haven of salvation. “So, cum or no cum?”
“Stop asking me!” she growled .
I shrugged and kept the dildo sliding in and out of her eager cunt. The blonde trembled while squirming against her restraints. Every time she pulled too hard against the butthook she would snap back into the default position. There’s simply no escape from the bondage and the sooner she realized that I was not going to stop fucking her cunt, the faster we could move on.
“Your cunt is leaking like crazy.” I remarked. The sloppy sound of the dildo sliding against her moist flesh was a testament to that.
“Stop!” she whimpered.
“I’m not going to stop until you cum.” I said and gave her ass a slap. “And I’m not letting you cum until you beg. Either way, you aren’t going anywhere until I get what I want.”
“You are evil!”
“I’m surprised you only realize that now.”
“Ahhh…stop…” her voice croaked and thick with arousal.
“You know how to stop it, slut.”
“Ugh…stop. Please.” she pleaded.
I moved the dildo faster and when she tensed as if she’s at the verge of release, I slowed the movement. The blonde undulated her hips a little, obviously trying to illicit more pleasure out of the dildo. But no amount of undulation could help her if she did not beg. I would simply slow down enough to compensate for the unwarranted movement.
“Okay. Okay! I give up. Ugh! Please make me cum.”
“Try again with more sincerity.”
“Emmmm…” she whined. “Please make me cum master.”
“You want me to pound this cunt till it squirt.”
“Y-yes…” she whimpered.
“You want me make you squirt like a slut?”
“Y-yessss…please just make me cum already. Master.”
That was a good enough answer and I hastened the motion. I drove the dildo in and out of her fast enough to drag her pussy lips along at every stroke. The sound of wet flesh slapping grew louder and louder until the blonde began squealing in orgasmic delight. The cunt clenched and squeezed the dildo out of it before shooting out a stream of transparent liquid onto the floor. It almost looked like she had just pissed herself.
“Good girl. That wasn’t too hard now, was it?”
The blonde girl began to sob in despair. It was the kind of crying when a slave had been broken. I had robbed her sense of control and forced her to reconcile with the fact that she was nothing but an sexual object. A lot of slaves went through such a phase and ultimately most surpassed it. Still, I knew I had made my point and these girls had received the punishment they so deserved.
“How is it being treated like shit?” I grabbed the blonde by her cheeks and held her eyes to mine.
The blonde only sobbed and cried harder.
“Not that good isn’t it. Next time, try not to piss off people you don’t know. They might turn out to be your fucking nightmare. And you too.” I turned to the brunette, whose eyes were red with tears.
“Now, can I have your daddy’s number. I need to make a call so they know where to find their missing little girls.”
I made a call to the blonde’s father through an encrypted channel. However the movies would like you to believe that it takes a minute to crack your location, current technology can do it in a few microseconds. Encryption is always the best way to stop people from finding where you are.
Needless to say, the blonde’s daddy was terrified by the kidnapping and had offered ransom even when I didn’t ask for it. But ransom was too slow and too risky, and I never wanted the money in the first place. I told him that he would know where to get the girls in an hour and told him to make preparation to receive them.
Of course he didn’t know about the deeds done to his daughter. He would know soon enough when his little girl confide everything to him. Or maybe not. Who knows.
I used the remaining one hour I have with the girls to clean them up of any incriminating evidence. That included douching out the brunette and get every last drop of my cum out of her pussy. Then, I gave the two a mild dose of sedative and watched them go to sleep. Once they were out, I picked them up and took their naked form to the van.
I drove a good ten miles away from the lot and parked my van near an alleyway. I took the girls out and placed them behind a dumpster and covered them with a blanket. I wouldn’t want anyone to stumble across their naked form and start raping them. They had received their punishment and that was the end of it. Once I was sure that they were safe, I retreated to an inconspicuous vantage point that allowed me to look into the alleyway.
I gave the blonde’s dad a call and told him where exactly his daughter was. Ten minutes later, three black sedans pulled up on the street and a dozen of men in suit leapt out. It didn’t take long for them to find the girls and then lifted their slumbering form into one of the cars. The three cars drove off into a distance.
I came down from the vantage point, got into my van, and then headed back to the hotel. There were more police surrounding the area. But they weren’t questioning. They were more like patrolling, as if the hotel had become a dangerous place for illicit business or something and needed the extra vigilance. I had no doubt that my action was responsible for that. Nevertheless, they would come and go. And everything would return to normal real soon.
There was no report of the kidnapping in any media outlet. Apparently, the kidnapping must have been too brief for the news to catch on. Either that or the girls’ parents had silenced the press. I would place my bet on the latter since no parents would want the public to know that their daughters had just been raped and found naked at a dumpster. Especially not parents with a multi-billion dollar company to manage and social image to uphold.
The lot was cleaned with a group of professionals to rid off any form of evidence that would lead the investigators back to me. Not that there was much investigation going on anyways. Still, one could never be too careful. The lewd furniture were dismantled and were taken into storage together with the wooden box filled with sex toys.
I checked out of the hotel three days later and went back to the States. It was time to find my next potential slave to be trained and sold. It certainly isn’t a good career path but sometimes, someone has to do the dirty job to remind society why they should never keep their guard down and continued to be vigilant.
I was sipping a Gin and Tonic at the very same bar by the beach. The bartender was different now. Nevertheless, the Gin and Tonic was quite the taste to behold coming from this tiny shack.
Just around an hour ago, I had sold a slave to a successful stock broker. The man obviously could have gotten any women he had wanted with the amount of money he earned. But he needed to feel the excitement derived from the purchasing of a slave. It wasn’t so much about the money or the woman, it was more of the act of buying a slave itself. At least he didn’t seem like a person with a soul of a demon and my slave was kind of fond of him too.
Since I hadn’t had any slave to train, and my previous dealing had paid me a rather handsome paycheck, my schedule was cleared for the coming few weeks. I had decided to come back to Honduras, to the very same beach I did my business a year ago and enjoy the peace and quiet the crashing of waves provided.
Then, a loud bubbly giggle shattered that silence, invoking some stark memories I had of this place. In front of the bar were two young girls in bikinis. I had to blink in disbelief, wondering if I just had a bad case of de javu. The brown haired girl was wearing a turquoise bikini set that didn’t do much to cover her nubile body. The redhead on the other hand was more modest with her choice of swimwear but still revealed a lot of her young feminine curves.
“Stop looking at us creep.” the brown haired hissed.
“Stop wearing so revealing then, bitch.” the answer came out of my lips so naturally it shocked me.
“What did you just call me?” the brown haired girl came into of me and slapped my drink away from my hand. “Do you know who my daddy is?”
It seemed like history always repeat itself…
Preparing for the Encounter
This story contains descriptions of bodily functions. If that in any way is offensive to you please look elsewhere. All participants are well over the age of 18…
It centres around the theme of anticipation, so there isn’t much sex in it. If you, the Lit public want more, then I am sure you will make your feelings known…
The instructions had been very clear…2pm at the door of his apartment….I was to knock, not ring the bell.
I was on time and I was positive that I had prepared myself correctly.
There would be no need for him to scold me, I was sure, really sure……
The anticipation as I pulled the car into the car park was almost too much. I wanted a pee and there were butterflies in my tummy. Perhaps it was hunger? I should have eaten lunch – but no, – he had been so specific about what I had been allowed to eat.
“No food is to be ingested after 10am on Sunday January 15th,” the document had said.
Those instructions had been so detailed…I had been shocked by the size of the courier package that arrived yesterday morning….but at least I had had the whole day to work my way through it.
As I pulled up in front of the car park barrier, my mouth felt quite dry. It was 1.55 on the dashboard clock.
Anticipation!!….Nerves!! I could feel my armpits were damp, and I was so damp between the legs I was sure I could smell my arousal…
I’d felt some nerves yesterday as I had answered the door in just my dressing gown. After signing for it, I took the brown cardboard box from the courier guy. I knew it was from John. I put the box on the dining table and went to the kitchen and made coffee. I then settled down to explore the contents. I scarcely believed how any packages were inside. Each one wrapped in black tissue paper with a numbered white sticker in the corner. I opened each package in turn.
#1. One pair of white high waisted control panties – size 12 from a well known brand. Tag attached. Tag read :- ” Put these on immediately upon receipt. Must not be removed or changed before Sunday 2pm.”
Well that was easy, I thought to myself as I started to pull them on. He had commented on my lack of fitness and waist line when we had last met, so I suppose these were sending me a message.
Getting them on was slightly harder than I had expected, but once I had wrestled them into place, there was no denying they would Improve my shape and hold my tummy in. I felt controlled, but in a funny sort of way more confident for that. There was elastane in very odd places though, my labia were being pressed quite hard as was my bladder. I would need to pee frequently….. I suspected that was part of his plan.
I looked for the next package and tore open the paper.
#2 One black medium sized 4 inch butt plug, from well known sex shop chain. Tag read:- “To be inserted immediately and not removed before Sunday. Lubricate with saliva only.” Hmm – not so nice…He knew I did not like butt plugs. There was the hygiene thing, and I had not been to the toilet recently, so it was going to have to wait.
#3 One white suspender belt size 8 – pretty. No tag. I slipped it on. Did not quite work with the control panties. Would need to figure it out later.
#4 One pair Wolford 10 denier stockings – white lace trim to top – very sheer and very feminine – lovely. Tag reads – “Wear on Sunday.” No problem with that, I loved Nylons….
#5 One white lace bra size 32A, that matched panties. No tag? We both knew I was flat chested so not much needed to be said. Did not bother trying it on.
#6 One black Chanel knee length pleated silk skirt. Oh wow…….! Gorgeous. I could definitely see myself in that. Tag read:- “Do not wear before Sunday!” Harrumph…
#7 One cream Chanel silk blouse, with full sleeves that gathered at the wrists and plunging neckline. Another wow…! Tag read:- “Keep very clean….” I decided I would put it on at the last minute..
#8 One pair black patent LK Bennett size 5 dress pumps. 3 inch leather covered heels. Again gorgeous!! Tag read:- “Do not wear outdoors.” – pity.., oh well perhaps he would let me wear them outside after tomorrow…..
#9 One black leather neck collar part encrusted with small Swarovski crystals. Small silver dog tag engraved with single word – “Hussy” Tag read:- “Wear on Sunday!”- Yes, yes and once more yes, and my thoughts about our meeting made my nipples swell and my pussy start to moisten…
#10 The biggest parcel, which contained a black suede belted Max Mara mackintosh…..Gorgeous..!! Tag read “To be worn tightly belted!”. No argument there I thought…arousal turned up another notch..
#11, nearly at the bottom of the box now, a bottle of Chanel #5. Tag read. “To be worn on Sunday, no perfumed soap or anti-perspirant permitted!” Yes, again!! – no problem with that….
#12 when opened contained a simple cream coloured envelope. There were two sheets of paper inside, one headed “Saturday” and the second “Sunday”. The writing on each page was in a flowing italic style in black ink.
John had clearly loved every moment of preparing me to be his sub. After all, he had been planning it for months. We had met on-line last February! We had only physically met each other twice, the rest of my seduction, and yes I was a willing participant, had been done on-line. Initially by word, but lately using video.. There were good reasons for this, mostly my ex-husband and my recent promotion necessitating me to travel more.
He was a banker, transferred back from Paris two years ago, and divorced. I knew he was a little older than me having graying hair that gave him an air of distinction. For the last couple of months, with my ex finally in Australia, anticipation of a whole 24 hours together had obsessed John. These instructions reinforced how exacting he was in everything he did.
“Jane – You had better not have gone out when the delivery man delivered this box. You are short of time as it is and if you don’t get started on time I suspect you will not finish on time….”
My curiosity was piqued at this point, there seemed to be masses of time…
It went on….
“You have two appointments to get to today. You have an 11am at The Retreat with Cheryl and a 2pm in town at The Salon with Leanne. Do not be late or disappoint me…… it’s all paid for.”
There were further instructions about what I was to do on Saturday evening, but when I checked the clock it was 10.30 so the rest would have to wait if I was going to make the 11am.
I rushed upstairs, pulled on some leggings, a sleeved T, cardigan, trainers and socks. I brushed my hair and tied it into in a loose pony tail. I cleaned my teeth and applied a little mascara. Downstairs, – coat, bag and car keys. Ready to go – 10.40 – not bad for a supposedly unfit 39 year old…
The Retreat was only a few miles away on the road into town. It was a swanky place I had been to with my sister as part of her wedding prep. That was probably 5 years ago now….God – where had the time gone….?
Parked and on time. I sat in a waiting room drinking sparkling water.
Cheryl was tall, with a dirty blonde shaggy hairstyle, thin lips and black framed glasses that hid gray eyes and gave her a rather severe appearance. She spoke with a rather nasal voice.
“So Mrs Peters, you’re here for a number of treatments – all prepaid. Please make your way to Treatment room 3, get undressed down to your knickers and I will be with you in a minute.”
I found the room. It smelt of coconut, but looked pleasant enough. I stripped down to my new panties and sat on the couch. I checked my phone. No e mails, but a text from John that just said “BEHAVE.!!”
I pondered on why I wouldn’t..?
Cheryl appeared eventually, armed with a folder of papers. She looked me over as she sat down next to me on the couch.
“The panties look very good on you, do they feel tight anywhere?”
It took a few seconds and then I blushed to the roots of my hair……She was in on it.. she had to be….. I could not believe John had gone that far….
“Umm – yes they are a bit constricting down below, come to think of it….” I was so embarrassed..
“I thought so, You will need the watch what you eat and drink. You could really do with losing some weight you know. Say a stone for starters….Have you thought of joining our gym? I would be happy to work out a fitness regime for you if you were interested?”
The affront of the woman…
“Er,..thanks, I’ll bear that in mind,” I replied, my passive nature kicking in.
She filled in something on the paperwork and made me sign the form. Conspicuously, she avoided telling me what was on my treatment list.
Putting the documents away in a buff coloured folder she then asked me to pull down my panties to just above my knees so she could start. I obliged but stood there feeling vulnerable and uncomfortable with my virtual nudity.
“I like to give my clients a thorough assessment before getting into their treatments. Get up on the massage table lying on your back.” That nasal tone of hers was already starting to irk me.
Starting at my feet she worked her way up my body, poking and probing and stretching and giving a running commentary, which felt like it was for her benefit more than mine.
“Toe nails ok, just need mild rework of polish. Heels good, ankles good, calves about three weeks growth, just about ok to wax, same with knees. Dry skin on right knee. Thighs good, slight bruise on left thigh.
I felt myself starting to blush as she got closer to my genitals. She went on…
Upper thighs joining pubic area, unshaven and densely furred. Pubic bone unshaven. Compact outer lips – unshaven, meaty inner lips – left side larger than right.. Pronounced clitoral hood. Clitoris visible beneath profuse growth of brown hair. When I lift left leg, labia open up and evidence of natural lubrication to vulva.”
God! Was that really necessary….she could have ignored that little detail.
“Very profuse hair growth down through perineum and around anus. Anus heavily striated, – no evidence of haemorrhoids, skin very darkly hued.”
I opened my mouth to say something but nothing came out. I was mortified by this woman, but was conflicted as I loved the feeling that John was really in control of me.
She stopped and put my leg down, and looked at me over the top of her glasses.
“Where is the plug?” She asked, her appearance looking severe, the words hanging in the air…
It took me a second to register what on earth she was on about, but when it did register, I felt my cheeks start to burn.
“I was rather short of time.” I stammered. “The parcel only arrived about an hour ago, and I didn’t have time to prepare myself. I didn’t think I needed to wear it for this. I didn’t realise anyone else would know….” I was almost in tears as I said it.
“Please stop snivelling Mrs Peters. Your instructions were clear, as are mine, Let me share mine with you.” She picked up the buff coloured folder and opened it once more.
She went on.
“5/ Check client has black 4 inch butt plug in place. If in place, check she has not used proprietary lubricants. If not in place, she should receive three enemas as a punishment. Enemas should be one black strap molasses and lemon juice enema with mix ratio of 200g molasses, 20ml lemon juice to a litre in warm water. One x1.5litre Castille soap tepid water enema and one x2 litre cold water flush.”
I was stunned by what she read out. I knew John had his fetishes, but the severity of the punishment seemed slight out of proportion to the misdemeanour.
“I would really rather not have those.” I said rather weakly.
“I don’t think you really mean that,” she replied. “Do you want to see John or not? If you refuse to have the enemas you had better leave now, and there will be no further contact with him. However, if you wish to continue, take your panties off and turn over on to your elbows and knees.”
She put the papers down, and then smiled a rather mischievous smile. She clearly had a sadistic streak and was going to enjoy my further humiliation.
After a few moments, any last resolve within me buckled, and I slowly peeled the panties off. I wanted to see John very badly. He was the first man I had ever met who seemed to understand my needs….
I had been successful…I had worked hard for years and risen to the top. I had taken control in my professional life of everything that I needed to. It was uncomfortable but I had done it. In my private life I had no energy left to be the leader, John recognised this the moment we met…. I loved the thought of being able to abdicate responsibility to him.
The next forty minutes were pretty unpleasant. It wasn’t as though I was an absolute novice when it came to enemas either. My maternal grandmother, a Canadian by birth, had inflicted cold water enemas on me twice as a cure for constipation when I had stayed with her as a young woman. Her puritanical nature and stern demeanour were not to be argued with, so there was no question about whether it was the appropriate treatment. Despite my embarrassment at the time, the treatment had cured the problems.
Cheryl, had been encouraged by John, and enjoyed every single moment of the preparation process, making it quite ritualistic. The assembly of the tubes, the mixing of the ingredients and the filling of the bag was done deliberately slowly and with a running commentary. Worst of all, she teased me about the nozzle to be used. She asked me to pick from a conventional 4 inch nozzle, a thick 8 inch silicon dildo, or an 18 inch rubber tube which had a pungent smell. For a moment I thought my choice of the 4 inch nozzle had worked. Needless to say she picked up th rubber tube and applied some lubricant to it. I was going to get it whether I wanted it or not.
I felt a dab of something cold on my sphincter, as she applied some lubrication, and then, with no warning, the tube was pushed firmly in and the clamp released. A surge of sugary water hit my rectum and caused it immediately to cramp.
“Harrumph….!!” was all I could manage to say. The water surged on, the pain in my bottom and stomach building and then momentarily relaxing before starting to build again as knots seemed to tie my gut up.
She stopped the flow and slowly fed the rest of the tube into my colon. The pause of the flow relaxed my gut slightly and the cramps diminished. Then she opened the clamp again and the inward rush of liquid started them again…
The agonies went on for minutes. Cheryl leaning over me, almost holding me down, whilst stroking my hair and offering words of mock support..
“Very good,..” was followed by “You are being very brave..”
Finally after what felt like hours she said,
“Nearly done with the first one Mrs Peters, I’ll show you where the toilet is.”
Unceremoniously, she eased half a yard of tubing from my bottom, remarking cruelly how dirty I had made it, and helped me off the massage table and out of the treatment room door.
My bottom was in full revolt and I rushed past Cheryl into the loo. There wasn’t time to close the door before a torrent of foul water poured from my bruised guts. The overpowering smell merely added to my humiliation. As the first evacuations died down. I looked up to see a Cheryl standing in the doorway smirking.
“Better Mrs Peters???”
A peristaltic wave surged through me and another rush of water poured out. The relief was overwhelming….
After a few minutes, Cheryl guided me back to the treatment room, and the process was repeated. The cramps from the soapy water were, if anything, worse than the molasses.
Cheryl stood and watched, smirking, as I dived past her making the toilet with hardly a moment to spare.
She decided to pile on the humiliation a bit more when she was administering the cold water enema.
“Well Mrs Peters, that seems to have cleared you out pretty well, you were rather bunged up weren’t you? I could take a look at your diet if you joined the gym.”
Before I could reply she adjusted the tube in my rectum and clicked open the water flow another notch. My bruised colon muscles lurched again and a large fart broke the silence..
Ignoring my ignominy she carried on.
“John is quite particular you know. You will find he is quite intense with his cleansing rituals. You will probably get used to them, I always preferred the enemas to the catheters myself. I have a tendency to get UTI’s and those balloon catheters are pretty uncomfortable at the best of times?
“I am ready to submit to what he desires from me,” I replied confidently, though a wave of inner turmoil was making my blood run cold.
Catheters! God what could I possibly need those for? Whilst my submissive side was loving being ordered about, there were limits….
Finally, completely purged, and wiped down, Cheryl had me lie on my back on the table with the backrest raised and my legs splayed. She wheeled over a spotlight and a trolley with the waxing kit on it.
She gazed between my thighs and then looking over her glasses at me again said, “John, as you can imagine, is very particular about pubic hair. You seem to have rather let yourself go down here haven’t you?” and ran her fingers through my bush tugging the hair roughly.
This sent an alarming message to my clitoris….
I looked her between the eyes, momentarily emboldened.
“On the contrary,” I replied, “John specifically told me to let it grow a few months ago. He said he wanted me to look natural.”
“Of course he did. A full bush is far more fun when it comes to exacting pain and humiliation,” came the reply. “Anyway let’s get started. All we have to do is your legs and around your clit and labia. Everything else is to be left as it is.”
For a moment I took comfort in this…then a buzzing sound started and Cheryl attacked my thatch with a small clipper. I was saddened to see the small pile of clippings fall between my legs. After years of having to look “plucked” for my ex I had got rather attached to having my full bush back, especially the sensuality of playing with it with my fingers.
The clipper had one compensation, it sent some pleasant sensations to my clit, and I felt another wave of dampness in my pussy.
Cheryl waxed my legs using a pink coloured wax and cloths. She was very adept, pulling the skin tight as she tore off each strip. It was completely painless and my legs shone when finished. She then positioned me on to my hands and knees…
“I can see I am going to need a lot of powder to dry you off Mrs Peters. Your cunt is running white juices. Do you always lubricate so freely? John will be pleased that a little vibration has had such a marked response.”
The colour returned to my cheeks, the only compensation being that Cheryl was not able to see my embarrassment. I wanted to reply but chickened out.
She applied powder round my nether lips, her fingers deliberately fondling my bud and then with five or six deft applications of wax and cloths, she ripped the hair out around my labia. As I remembered, from previous experience of waxing this area, it was not for the faint hearted…..the pain was exceptionally fierce….but perversely rather a turn on…. At one point I yelped and was rewarded with a hefty swat across my right buttock. This hurt nearly as much as the waxing…
“Please keep still and quiet during the service,” was as much sympathy as she was prepared to offer.
Finally, she applied a cool lotion to my denuded lips and announced she was finished.
“Thank you,” I said almost automatically and climbed off the bench.
“Don’t forget to exfoliate or you will get in-grown hairs….”
“Yes I know, I will be very attentive,” I said quietly, and carefully pulled on the panties.
“Normally I tell my clients to rebook in 6 weeks, but some how I suspect you will be back sooner…”, and with a broad grin she left me to get dressed.
By the time I got to the car it was gone 1pm. I drove the few miles into the centre of town as quickly as I could. I knew roughly where the The Salon was and was confident I would have time for lunch and still make my appointment.
The traffic in the town centre was heavy and the car parks overflowing, so I had to queue.
Whilst sitting in the queue I wondered what more surprises John had in store for me over the weekend. I was reasonably confident he liked my long hair the way it was, so I did not give the hair appointment a second thought. I pondered on what his flat would be like and in which room my final seduction would be effected…. I decided a bedroom would be least likely…
Whilst waiting to get in the car park, I wiggled my fingers inside my leggings and panties to feel my newly tonsured pubes. The bald patch round my labia felt rather sore and was still sticky. I smiled to myself about how much stickier things might get the following day.
Finally, I parked and on my way up the High St. I stopped for a quick coffee and a sandwich and whilst eating smiled an inner smile to myself as I wondered how many of the other shoppers around me were there preparing for sex. That was what this was, nothing more, nothing less.
Leanne was a girl somewhat younger than me. She was dressed all in black, which complemented her dark complexion and sharp pixie haircut. She shook my hand in greeting and guided me to a private area at the back of the salon away from the rest of the clientele. She took my coat and having hung it up in another room sat me in a black leather chair facing a large ornate mirror.
We looked at each other through the mirror and she smiled at me.
“So normally Mrs Peters I like to get to know my clients a bit before I do their hair. Even though John and I have talked about you and I have seen your picture let’s just take 5 minutes to catch up. Is that OK? Oh, and do you mind if I call you Jane?”
“Yes that would be fine,” I replied, and smiled back. So, John had been here and set this up the same way. No arrention to detail was going to be missed.
It felt like being with Cheryl all over again. She knew about me and I did not know her from Adam. This time however there was no sadistic streak, Leanne was generous of spirit and naturally caring.
We spent a few minutes talking about little things, – shampoos and conditioners and bad perms and hair mistakes. I relaxed because Leanne was so friendly. She took my hair out of the pony tail and brushed it out gently as we talked.
Eventually she looked at me and smiling said.
“So, we had better get on. You have a lovely head of hair, and not one grey hair in sight. Aren’t you lucky…..? She did not wait for my reply.
“John has outlined to me what is required and having seen how your hair falls and where your hair line is at the back I think we can make a start.”
I felt reassured. “Yes a good trim will really set me up.”
She looked at me with a puzzled expression.
I don’t think you are here for just a trim Jane…John was quite insistent…Didn’t you two discuss it? John gave me the impression you wanted your hair cut short,” and she smiled at me again in the mirror.
“Er…no , not really, I don’t want short hair,” I replied, my stomach starting to tighten.
“He told me you both had agreed to cut your hair into a graduated bob. By the way I think it will suit you beautifully.” She gathered the back of my hair up in her hands and turned my style into a mock bob. “See? Anyway we had better get on. Come, let’s wash your hair and you can relax, you are going to look stunning when I have finished…”
“Er….” I started, but did not say what was on my mind. I knew saying “No” or protesting would be the end of my assignation with John as it would have been if I had refused to go along with Cheryl..
So Leanne washed, cut and dried my hair. It took nearly an hour and a half. As she worked I initially felt happy and calm because someone else had taken the decision from me. After the recent changes in my life a change of image would do me good. This calmness soon turned to horror as the hair piled up on the cape in my lap, and the clippers buzzed around my neck. I got to that moment where I realised the outcome was not going to be what I wanted but there was nothing I could do about it. John had again enforced his will.
We barely spoke whilst she worked. I felt more and more nervous and the conversation just dried up.
Finally, when the last snip was done, and the straighteners had Ironed what was left of my once flowing locks into shape, I looked at myself in the mirror.
It was a big change…
“So, what do you think? Short hair certainly suits your face shape.”
“Umm, yes, I think it will be very nice when I get used to it,…” I was in shock really, and just wanted to get out or the earth to open up and swallow me.
“It will need cutting again in six weeks to hold the style,” Leanne said smiling at me again in the mirror.
“Yes of course, I will rebook…” I stood up and undid the cape, brushing the clippings off my clothes. “Could you find my coat?” I asked. She went off to find it. My insides tightened to a knot when I saw the remains of my hair scattered around the chair. I felt myself welling up inside. I left in a hurry, determined that Leanne would not see the tears running down my cheeks.
I drove home in a daze, went into the kitchen and made myself an Espresso. I took my coat off and went into the bathroom. I stood and gazed in the mirror at a youngish woman with short hair who I did not really recognise…and cried….
I spent a long time in the bathroom….
At one point I remember pulling at my side parting and bang as if I could lengthen my hair by pulling it. I was fascinated by how short she had cut the back and went and got another mirror so I could look at it more closely. I could feel cool air on my neck and my fingers played with the bristly short hair that was left. I felt like a young boy recently cropped by an over enthusiastic barber. I did not understand why in the midst of the anguish my panties were soaked…
I felt conflicted by John’s imposition of his will. I wanted him to dominate me so badly but hated myself for being so weak and submitting to his plans so meekly. What on earth was I doing…….
Finally I left the bathroom and went back to the dining room. I studied the two pages of instructions again.
I was allowed to eat and drink what I wanted on Saturday but was to be in bed for 10pm. Sunday’s list of tasks were mainly preparatory, bathing, nails, eyebrows and make up. I was not allowed to shave my armpits or use anti-perspirant or wash my newly cut hair which was all rather odd.
There were also details of what contraceptives I was to pack in my bag. A trip to the pharmacy would be necessary on Sunday morning. John did not just want me to just purchase condoms, he wanted me to go through the humiliation of purchasing a Cervical Cap and spermicide. This would inevitably involve an intimate conversation with a Pharmacist.
He had thought of yet another way of testing me…
After a quiet evening during which I avoided looking at myself, I went to bed as instructed. I found it hard to get to sleep and contemplated playing with myself but decided it was a bad idea as John would almost certainly cross examine me. I was surprised that there had been no further text messages or e mails from him. He was deliberately building the tension.
I went to bed and tossed and turned. It was no good, my mind was whirling with all the experiences of the day…
I must have nodded off in the end, as the next thing that happened was the alarm buzzed at me. It was 8am.
I checked my phone. Nothing. Absent mindedly I opened my social media homepage. There was a new post from my sister about her skiing holiday but nothing much else.
In the bathroom, I ran a bath and hid my hair under a shower cap. It still did not look like me in the mirror.. I climbed in and soaked, wishing my anxieties would wash away. They didn’t..
By 9am it was getting bright and sunny outside. I had drunk coffee and done my nails. I had spent some time shaping my eyebrows a little and hoped they would be to John’s liking. My self confidence seemed to have drained away. I made myself some eggs and a fruit compote and sat staring at the TV not taking anything in. My nerves were starting to jangle..
Dressed in jeans and a sweater and with a beret pulled over my hair, ( hiding my hair seemed the only way of avoiding the reality ) I drove to an out of town retail park so as to be there when the big pharmacy opened.
Being there early did avoid queuing up with a multitude of others, but the girl behind the counter was a “Sunday girl” and not very experienced. She had no idea what I was trying to buy so had in the end to call over her supervisor who was older and of Indian origin.
“Don’t get much call for those these days,” she advised me as she dug dep into one of the drawers, finally producing one wrapped in clear plastic.
“Have you used one before?” She asked handing it over with the large tube of spermicide after taking my money.
“Oh yes,” I lied. “I’m an old pro with one,” I replied and instantly blushed scarlet as I realised my appalling choice of words.
“Very uncomfortable i always found,” she replied.
Yes I thought that would suit John’s desires perfectly… I turned and virtually ran from the store.
By noon I was sitting on the sofa at home nearly ready to leave. I had finished my make up, using a smoky eye shadow, a little blusher and a clear lip gloss. I just needed to dress and and insert the fearsome plug. My nerves were shredded with anticipation. I had spent half an hour trying to get my new hairdo to look as it had done when Leanne had finished, but had pretty much given up. The crown of my hair was all sticking up at odd angles and the bang would not lie across my forehead right. I was vexed that I was not allowed to wash it. I then put the bra, suspenders and stockings on and gazed at myself. My underarms were sweaty and my panties were moist again. I went to the bathroom and had one final pee, drying myself carefully.
I spent some time wetting the butt plug. All those years of conditioning about not touching my asshole kicked in. I felt quite relieved I had been given the enemas as at least I was clean. My sphincter was tight shut and working the butt plug in was uncomfortable. Eventually I decided the plug was in the most comfortable position I could get it, though my bowels felt strained and painful. I knew this was how John wanted me to feel – stretched and subservient. My hands were shaking, I was a complete wreck with anxiety.
Pulling the panties up I then put the blouse and skirt on. They fitted beautifully. I dabbed perfume behind my ears, between my breasts and between my stocking tips and panties on my inner thighs. Lastly I put on shoes which fitted perfectly and the leather collar. I tucked the tag in so it was invisible.
I took a long look at myself in the mirror. The beauty of the clothes and footwear was sullied by the continual dull ache in my bottom. I was an immaculate wreck, and a stranger to myself.
I checked through the lists one last time, found the car keys, It was 1.20pm. I put the mac on, tightened the belt and headed out. I was ready.
My first knock at the door, was rather timid and John did not answer. For an awful moment I wondered if I had got the right day or the wrong apartment. But I was sure it was today and it was apartment 16. I knocked more purposefully, and stood back.
I was shaking like a leaf..
Finally, I heard heavy footsteps approach the other side of the door, a pause the chain come off and the latch open…..
“Ah, Jane, it is you, good…. good. You had better come in,” his facial expression giving nothing away. He just stood to one side and ushered me in….